Dean woke up before his eyes opened. He remembered falling asleep on the shitty motel bed, with Sam snores filling the room. Whatever he was sleeping on was way too comfortable to be the bed he had passed out on, and smelled too good. And he didn't remember music playing, or the motel being this busy. It wasn't until he had a wet tonuge attacking his face that he opened his eyes.
There was a brown wolf-like dog sitting in front of him, purple irises staring at Dean. Dean fell backwards out of the bed and landed on a hardwood floor.
He looked up across the black and red bed he saw a girl in a pink tanktop and red daisy dukes. She was blond and had a slight tan, which made her bright purple eyes look deadly. "Jeez Dean," the girl laughed. "You look like you've never been woken up by me like this."
Dean slowly stood up. "Who are you? And where am I?"
"Did you and Gabriel have one too many shots last night, Winchester?" She asked. "Well, hurry up and get dressed, or we're leaving without you." The blond stepped out of the room and shut the door behind her. Dean blinked then looked around the room. He saw a map in front of a desk, black, red, orange, yellow, and purple lines and dots littered on it. There was shelf with trophys on it, and medals hanging off of the throphies. He walked over to them and started to look at the names. Dean Winchester and Chad Wieson 1st Place Bottle Rockets. Dean's eyebrows went up then he turned his attention to the map. There were thick orange and black lines outlining something that looked like Pack territory, as Annika had explained to him when she showed him the map of her territory. Now that Dean started to look at it, the territory on this map looked a lot like Annika's pack's territory. He serched for a town name and found it right above a house that was colored in with orange.
"You're fucking with me? Really?" He whispered to himself. "I'm in Annika's pack, now? How?" His fingers ran over the map and his finger stopped on a house colored in with blue. It was Annika's old house... only this was colored in long before she moved in.
"Dean! Get your ass down here!" The girl yelled again. He looked in the closet, knowing it was probably best to just go with it. He pulled out a black Tapout t-shirt that looked like it was too small for him, then a pair of shorts, he didn't do shorts... but he couldn't find any pants. He them walked into the bathroom and nearly screamed like a girl when he looked in the mirror.
He looked like he did when he was 15, curly locks and all. "Well, um? Cas, could you please explain this?" He asked, a little terror in his voice. But an answer never came, like he was cut off from Cas. He looked at his bare shoulder... since apparently he hadn't worn a shirt to bed, and it was well... bare. Completely and totally bare. Dean started to hyperventilate, then started to calm himself down as he heard the pur of a '69 Charger from the driveway. He slipped on the t-shirt and shorts, then sprinted out of the room, that apperantly was his. He jumped over the railing of the stairs way to easily.
"About time you got dressed Dean, we were about to leave without you," Another girl, who was shorter than him, with dirty blond hair that fell to her shoulders, a yellow tanktop, and a pair of shorts that would make even the holiest man fall to his knees howling. She had a purple-green eye color, which was strange. "Hey, Jayla? Did you say Dean was out drinking with Gabriel?"
"Yeah, he was Myka!" The other girl, Jayla, yelled from somewhere to Dean's left.
Myka looked at Dean. "Sure you wanna head to the pack house today bro? You and Gabe usually get really into drinking contests," she told him. Dean caught the word bro and cocked his head to the side, the way Cas would when he didn't understand something one of the Winchesters said. God, Dean wished that Cas was here. He shook that thought off, trying not to remember that Cas's mark wasn't there anymore. "Wow, you are out of it."
"No, I'm fine Myka, let's go," Dean choked out, walking towards the noise of the car.
Dean stopped when he didn't hear Myka walking after him. He turned around and looked at her, questionly. "Aren't you gonna put shoes on?" She asked him. He looked down at his sock clad feet then nodded, walking into the kitchen, grabbing a pair of black Chucks, which he assumed were his, and put them on.
The three climbed into the black Charger, Myka in the backseat, Dean in shot gun, and Jayla driving. "So, um, since I don't seem to remember anything, could you kindly fill me in?" Dean asked Jayla.
She sighed. "Ok, my name is Jayla Winchester, I'm your 17 year old sister, my birthday is March 13th, which you never rememeber 'til it's too late, back there is Myka Winchester, 13, born May 3rd. Out parents are Ellen and John Winchester. Ellen was killed in a pack war when you were 5, leaving dad to raise us in the pack, and hunt down her killer. You are currently a Sophomore at Wolfridge Point High, home of the Werewolves, you play football, baseball, basketball, wrestle, and you were on the science Olympiad last year and the year before. You're best friend is Chad Wieson. You work at Carson's up town as a waitor. Anything else?" Jayla asked him.
"Don't we have a little brother named Sam?" Dean looked at him.
"No, Gabirel does though," Myka told him. Dean nodded slightly then looked out the window. Jayla turned on the radio and a heavy metal song started to play. It wasn't Metalica or Iron Maiden, but Dean liked it.
"Torn apart of the seams of my dreams, turn to tears
I'm not feelin' this situation
Run away try to find that safe place you can hide
It's the best place to be when you're feeling like me (It's the best place to be when you're)
Me (Me)
Yeah (Yeah)
All these things I hate revolve around
Me (Me)
Yeah (Yeah)
Just back off before I snap
And you'll see (Yeah)
Me (Me)
All these things I hate revolve around
Me (Me)
Yeah (Yeah)
Just back off before I snap," the song faded out.
"What's that song?" Dean asked Jayla.
Jayla looked at her brother in disbelief. "How do you not know who Bullet for My Valentine is? Jeez, what did Gabriel give you last night?" She asked him.
"Trust me, I wish I knew," Dean mumbled to himself as he listened to the next song.
"NIGHTMARE!
Now your nightmare comes to life.
Dragged you down below
Down to the devils show
To be his guest forever
Peace of mind is less than never
Hate to twist your mind
But God ain't on your side
An old acquaintance severed
Burn the world your last endeavor
Flesh is burning
You can smell it in the air
Cause men like you have such an easy soul to steal (steal)
So stand in line while they ink numbers in your head
You're now a slave until the end of time here
Nothing stops the madness turning, haunting, yearning pull the trigger
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know that you belong here
Yeah
Oooooooh
It's your fucking nightmare
While your nightmare comes to life
Can't wake up in sweat
Cause it ain't over yet
Still dancing with your demons
Victim of your own creation
Beyond the will to fight
Where all that's wrong is right
Where hate don't need a reason
Loathing self-assassination
You've been lied to
Just to rape you of your sight
And now they have the nerve to tell you how to feel (feel)
So sedated as they medicate your brain
And while you slowly go insane they tell ya
"Given with the best intentions, help you with your complications"
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know that you belong here
Yeah
No one to call
Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate
Is looking so clear
Yeah
Oooooooh
It's your fucking nightmare
HA! HA! HA! HA!
(Maniacal laughter)
Fight (Fight!) not to fail (fail!)
Not to fall (fall!)
Or you'll end up like the others
Die (Die!), die again (die!)
Drenched in sin (sin!)
With no respect for another
OH!
Down(Down!), feel the fire(fire!)
Feel the hate(hate!)
Your pain is what we desire
Lost (Lost!), hit the wall (wall!)
Watch you crawl (crawl!)
Such a replaceable liar
And I know you hear their voices (Calling from above)
And I know they may seem real (These signals of love)
But our life's made up of choices (Some without appeal)
They took for granted your soul
And it's ours now to steal
As your nightmare comes to life
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know that you belong here
Yeah
No one to call
Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate Is looking so clear
Yeah
Oooooooh
It's your fucking nightmare."
Chills ran down Dean's spine as he listened to the song, remember his time in Hell. But he couldn't help but love the song.