AN1: This is totally a non-supernatural story. A story about family, a normal family like ours. So, maybe Sam, Dean or John is out of characters. Just a bit. And Mary too, but I don't think anybody knows her true character. And for my first fanfiction ever, hope you like it. Please review. You will make my day.

AN2: This chapter is not betaed but I rewrite it, again, nothing changed in plots, just some grammars. I'm not from US. English is not my first language. I hope I found all the mistakes but if there are still some, I'm sorry.

Summary: A long lost son trying to find his family back. Can he get their loves before his time is over? Dean 25, Sam 21. AU. Deancentric. Warning deathfic!

Disclaimer: My lawyer said I can't have them but I can borrow them for a while, Dean, Sam and anything you recognize are not mine. They belong to the genius Kripke and The CW. But Alan Smith is totally mine. To the story…

Chapter I

The Miracle

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Present, California…

Sam sighed. He looked up at the blue sky. What a good day. No rain and not really hot either. But still he felt so damn tired and hot and sweating a lot. God,I hate this. Looked down and wiping his hands with a towel, he raised his head up again. Then suddenly big drops of water wetted his face and shirt, left him soaked in shocked.

"Ow dad. Come on. You are not five!" he ducked beside the SUV, trying to get away from the splashing water. At the other side, John Winchester just grinning with his hands gripped the water host, ready to attack once again.

"I will be if you keep mumbling and complaining. It's not everyday that I ask you to wash my car." Sam Winchester just sighed again while his dad's grin grew wider.

"Besides you are taller than me. I can't even get my hand over the roof of the car." John said, watching the six foot four frame stood up from his ducking. Man, that boy is really a freaking tall ass. Thank God he's 21. Maybe he will stop growing up now.

"Yeah I'm taller, by 2 inches. And don't keep that lie on me. Even a 5' 9" can reach over that roof. Or maybe you can go to the car wash like you always did." Sam at his best tried to put an angry face. But the fake grim became an annoyed one when his Dad started to splash the water again.

"Dad!" Sam was trying to move behind the vehicle when his father just laughing out loud.

"Dad just stop! Da.." Sam stood straight when suddenly his father became silent.

"Dad?" Sam watched his father just stood there, dropping the water host on the ground and looked somewhere at the back of his standing form. He followed his father's gaze to the next door house.

"Huh, looks like we gonna have a new neighbour." Sam said with a small grin on his face.

There was a young man opened his backdoor of his car, trying to take a few boxes out. One look at the young man, he was fit enough to take care of all the boxes by himself. But what kind of neighbours are you if you just ignored your new neighbourhood member. His father who was already half the way to the young man looked back at him with what-the-hell-are-you-doing-there-just-looking-at-the-new-neighbour-like-nothing-happened face. Sam let out a chuckle and made his steps out.

"Hi" John with a sincere smile said to the young man before him. Trying to take out another box, the young man stopped in the middle and straightened his figure.

"Oh, hi" The young man said. John studied the young man while reaching him. That was what he used to do since years ago when he still a marine. The young man, standing about 6' or an inch more, fine built, not skinny but not even fat, just muscles, with a clean face, a beautiful face actually, smiled at him. He must be just a few years older than Sammy.

"I'm John Winchester, this is my son, Sammy. You are Mr. Smith right?" John said, taking his hand out. A little shock written in the young man's face, even Sam's raised his eyebrows at his father but managed to mumble "It's Sam."

"Hmm... yeah. But how do you know that?" The young man shook both the father's and son's hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not a psychic, wish I am..."

"Dad..." Sam just rolled his eyes.

"Oh… yeah. Two days ago, the truck's driver, I mean the truck with your goods. The driver said a Smith family will move in here." John gave a small smile while looking at the young man's eyes. Okay, that just kind of weird coincident, his eyes look a lot like Mary's… and Dean's.

"Yes, that must be, Dad. So, we are here, we can help you move in, Mr. Smith." Sam said, facing at both men in front of him. His father nodded, agreeing with his statement.

"Hmm, it's not much boxes, but a few help is okay if you don't mind."

"Aww, we are neighbours are we, Mr. Smith?" Sam gave a wide grin and reaching down a box at his feet. John just did the same.

"Thanks, and by the way, don't call me Mr. Smith, feel like I'm old. Just call me Dean"

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Two months earlier, Texas…

"Mr. Smith, it's being two weeks now. He's getting weaker and weaker every moment. He's not even responds to our treatments anymore. At this state, there is nothing we can do. Maybe if we…" Dr. Harris cut his voice shut when the middle age man in front of him just glared with red teary eyes. The same eyes he got a couple days ago when he was trying to say the same opinion, 'shut off the ventilator and let the young guy died in peace'.

"I said I'm not giving up on him. He's in coma but not dead. Don't ask me again, or I swear…" Alan Smith shook his head, closing his eyes and took a long deep breath, trying to calm himself down from saying horrible words. The doctor was innocent. He did nothing except trying to save his son's life. For two weeks he became more and more different. Like he was not himself anymore. How could he be if every single day he just sat there beside his son's bed, talking to a still figure, hoping for a miracle, for a chance to see the beautiful eyes again, to hear the happy laugh like before. He tried to control himself, to push the fear away, fear to lose the only person left in his life. But Dean just laid there, becoming weaker and weaker, worsened his fear.

"I'm sorry, sir. You are right, it's not an option. I know how you feel but I hope you prepared for any possibility. We…"

The conversation was interrupted by a loud sound from the machines surrounded Dean's bed. The number on the monitor was dropping fast with the wave moving crazily. At the look of his patient's condition, Dr. Harris moved beside the bed, checking the the boy's condition.

"What's happening?" Alan asked but he knew nobody could hear him because he didn't even hear his own voice but he was sure it was shaking. Nurses and hospital's attendants were rushing besides him, but he just standing there and looked at Dean's pale face.

"BP's dropping!" Dr. Harris alarmed voice sent a chill to his spine. Medical words flew through the room but he just heard a long beep sound. Dean was not breathing. His son just stopped breathing. The fact sent him back to the real world.

"Dean!" No! No! No! This is not happening!

"Dean!" he tried to cut the distance to give a good look at his son but a big hand stopped him on a halt.

"Sir, you need to stay outside." He didn't even looked at the attendant face but he felt his legs walking backward toward the door.

"Start charging to 200…" and that was the last thing he heard before the door closed.

He moved to the wall beside the door, his right hand supporting his body before he took a sit there. Then he just dropped his head with his left hand touching his closed eyes and he started crying. For over twenty years since his last tears, now, he didn't bother to care about the other persons along the corridor, he just let the tears dropped, wetting his face.

Half an hour went away. Alan just sat there looked at nothing. His eyes reddened from the tears which no longer there. The busy event where nurses and doctors bursting in and out of his son's room was long gone, like he wasn't even there. He will be okay. Dean will be okay. Dean will be okay. His mind continued to play the mantra.

"Mr. Smith" a firm hand on his shoulder snapped his mind. He looked up at the younger doctor. A small smile plastered on the face. He smile. That must be a good sign. Alan stood up, balancing the eyes level.

"He… he's okay, right?" he knew but he needed to be certain.

"Yes, he's okay. Better than I thought." Alan let out the breath he didn't even know he held.

"So, what happened just now? That must be something, right? A heart didn't give up for nothing," he still remembered the sound which dancing in his mind with Dean just laid there so still.

Dr. Harris looked at the man in front of him. Wearing a plain white shirt which no longer in, completed with a slack pant and a pair of black shoes, there was a line of tie hung out a little from his pocket. His sandy grey hair messed up and with black bags under his eyes, this man looked so tired. Everyday after working hours, he would be here beside his son. Sometimes this man took a few days off from work just to be here. That was the only thing he did since he admitted his son three weeks ago. And it became worse when that Dean boy shut himself off into a coma two weeks ago. And above all the things happened, he just saw love in this man's eyes. This sometimes made him wonder about his own children. How much he hoped they knew that he love them so much.

"He just stopped breathing. That is what happened. But we got him back and for a miracle, his eyes just snapped open." There was amazement in the doctor's voice. Alan stared him for a few moments, trying to process the whole thing.

"He… he was? I mean he's awake?"

"Yes, he's awake now. And the ventilator was being shut off. He's breathing on his own now. I never saw something like this. I'm your son's physician for a year and a half and I have lot of cancer's patients before him. When their bodies started to shut down, they just followed the rules, never get better. But this is a miracle. Your son's a real fighter." Dr. Harris said while moving both hands into the pockets.

"You don't know how true it is. So, what about the cancer?"

"We need to do the test again," Alan watched the doctor, trying to read the face but failed. So he just took a deep breath and cleared his throat before asking, "Can I see him?"

"Yes, of course. You must be relieved, he looks better than before. I'll be back in an hour for the test."

Alan rushed his legs into the room. Dr. Harris was right, he was more than relieved, he felt great. There was no more tube running down Dean's throat like before, now it was just a small cannula attached to his nose, helping him to breath. There were still a few machines there linked to wires under Dean's hospital gown. A nurse adjusted the IV drips and passing by him with a sincere smile. He smiled back before pulled the chair and sitting down beside his son. The doctor said he was awake but the eyes still closed.

He reached over to touch the young man's forehead. And for a second time this day, he felt so happy when the eyes before him slowly started to open.

"Dad" a rough voice came out from Dean's lips. He shaped a small smile to his father which turned out to be more like a smirk. Alan chuckled.

"Yeah Dean, it's me. You freak me out just now, and that's not so funny okay." From the forehead, he brushed down the short blond hair.

"I know, I'm sorry." Dean closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the touched his father gave him, made him felt alive again.

"Yeah, I don't like it but there is nothing to be sorry, okay? So how do you feel today?" Dean's eyes opened to the question.

"Okay, just tired of sleeping for a long time. The doc said I was out for two weeks. But I don't feel like it. But you do looks like shit, dad." They both chuckled. Alan looked at the beautiful face in front of him. He still lacked of colors but much better than a pale face he remembered before. The young man used to be a boy he missed so much, now at 25, he was a handsome young man, looked more as a man than a boy.

"So, what happened to my baby? Is she okay?" the sudden question pulled Alan's thought for a while.

"Oh, that is so you. Don't worry about her. She purrs everyday along the road to my office. Even my Benz felt jealous when I started to ignore her."

"Ow, Dad. Just don't take her heart from me. Benz is enough for you."

So they chatted and laughed a lot beyond the state Dean is. It didn't stay longer when Dr. Harris came with an attendant and a wheelchair to take him for the test. Alan promised he will be there when everything's done.

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"Nothing happened. He's not getting better. The cancer is still there. And just like before, it can't be manageable. No treatment can do anything. But it's not getting any worse either. Physically he seems fine like the cancer was gone but it's still there, doing nothing. I don't know what to say about this because I never saw one before. Like it's holding on its own."

That was three days ago. Dr. Harris came out with the result the next morning after Dean was awake from his coma.

Dean shoved the last shirt into the bag. Alan was finishing all the procedures to check him out and still not coming back from the counter. Yesterday there was quite an argument between them. He just wanted to go home because he knew there was nothing they could do anymore. But his father didn't believe him, didn't believe that there was no more treatment. But as always, he won. Besides he was really felt fine. No more short breath, no sharp chest pain, no headache. His breathing was fine. His lung was fine. Everything was fine like he never suffered lungs cancer. Maybe Dr. Harris was right. The cancer was holding on its own, waiting for something, giving him time.

Alan stood at the door frame and looked at his son. For three days Dean was not much talking, like he was thinking about something. Yesterday he talked again but not a common talk, just asking to go home until they came up with an argument. But at last, he gave up. Maybe he better give something for his son, whatever he needed when they still have time. Thinking about time, he felt chill ran down his spine.

"Hey son, you sure about this?" Alan walked into the room, standing beside the bed. Dean raised his head a little to look at his dad at the other side of the bed.

"Yeah dad. I'm sure."

He's not happy like this is not what he wanted. Something is not right.

"Dean, are you okay? Why am I feeling that you are not? Something you want to talk about?" Dean stopped packing when he heard the question. He sighed. Just ask him damn it. This is the chance. Pushing the bag aside, he sat down on the bed, facing his back to his father. Alan walked around the bed and stood in front of the young man.

"What is it?" he heard Dean took a deep breath, looking down at his hands before opening his mouth.

"You…" he hesitated for a moment, thinking. Then he raised his head, green hazel eyes looking straight to the elder eyes before continued.

"I'm not your son right?"

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Present, California…

"So, where're the other Smiths?" Sam put down his last box on the floor. His dad caught him up with another one. Sam looked at Dean who was arranging the boxes to a corner so there was more room in the middle.

"There are no other Smiths. Just one more Smith." Dean smirked, thinking about what he just said.

"Oh, so you are… married?" Sam with a raised eyebrows, staring at the man who maybe just three or four years older than him. He rubbed his chin when he still didn't get the picture that this man was a husband. He didn't look like a husband. Not a bit. Maybe he looked like a chick's magnet but not a husband. No way.

"You are?" same as his son, John was sound shocked. Dean couldn't help but chuckled, looking at the shocking faces in front of him.

"Of course I'm not. It's my dad. He's moving in with me but he need to take care of something first. Maybe he will join us in a week."

"Oh" John and Sam said in unison.

"Ehm… wait for a second," Dean moved to a small box on the couch and took out three bottles of mineral water. He handed them one for each.

"I'm sorry, there is nothing yet in the fridge. Just this… plain unfruit juice." John laughed a little at the chosen word. Okay I started to like him.

"Yeah, that's okay. When we first moved here a few years ago, my mom didn't cook for a couple of days because my dad didn't want to go shopping for groceries. We ended up eating pizza or at the diner." Sam opened his bottle and gulped a little water.

"No I'm not. I'm working. I just don't have time." John was trying to look hurt.

"Yeah, like I don't remember. You took three days off before you started to work. And since when do you have a boss to give you permission. You work at your own workshop, dad." Sam pitched his lips together.

"Did I? Err… I forgot." John grinned and Sam just rolled his eyes. Dean smirked, looking at the father and son. And suddenly there was a warm feeling rushing down his body, a feeling that made him so nervous but pleasure at the same time.

"So, Dean, why don't you have a dinner with us tonight? My wife would never bother. Better than alone." John tried to mask his face. Saying that boy's name really made him flinched a little if not much. Just now, when the young man said his name, he felt like somebody hit him on the face. How ironic is that, he got the same eyes and he got the same name.

"Yeah, that must be great." Not aware of his father's reaction, Sam said with light eyes. He didn't have much friends in the neighbourhood. His high school's friends now were all over the country, furthering their studies just like him. But he was lucky when he got a full ride to Stanford, just half an hour drive from his home. Maybe I can hang out with this Dean guy. He seems nice though.

"Err… you guys think its okay to ask a stranger? You don't know me. What if I'm a bad guy? What if I'm a drug dealer? Or a fugitive? Or even a serial killer? I'm a capable man you know?" Dean raised his right eyebrow with a grin.

"Now I know you are a good kid. A bad guy usually just asked once. What if I'm a serial killer? Then no more, or a fugitive? Or a drug dealer?" John said with a wide winning grin.

Dean chuckled a little more while Sam just shook his head. "Okay you got me on that."

"I'll take that as a yes. Well Dean, see you tonight." John said took out his hand.

"Yeah see you all tonight. Thanks a lot guys." Dean shaking both John's and Sam's hand and the Winchesters stepping out of the house. Dean closed the door before leaning against it. A smile formed on his face. This is just the first step.

TBC

SM

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