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Changes Arise

"Wait, Dean! Don't do it!" Castiel shouted as he appeared in the room with Dean, who dropped the pill bottle and reached for his gun.

"What the hell?" Dean asked aloud, clicking the safety off the gun.

"No, wait!" Castiel begged, putting his hands up. "Hang on a second! I'm here to help you! My name is Castiel, your guardian angel! I'm gonna save you," he announced proudly.

"Save me?" Dean queried. "What are you talking about? You're not an angel! If you are, then where are your wings?"

Castiel sighed indignantly. "I don't have my wings yet. I'm a second-class angel. But you're going to help me earn them," he smiled.

"Look, pal," Dean explained. "You want to go earn you're wings, that's fine and dandy, but don't try anything around me. I'm not even worth saving." he scoffed. "I mean, even my own brother knows his life would be better without me. It doesn't get much more pathetic than that."

"Killing yourself wouldn't make Sam any happier," Castiel added.

"Then… I guess he was right. I wish I was never born!" he proclaimed.

"Oh, don't think like that, Dean! I'll never get my wings if you keep talking like that. 'Never born'… Ha! That's… hey! That's a great idea you just gave me, Dean!" Castiel smiled.

"Idea? What?" Dean scratched his head, taking in Castiel who was just smiling happily, standing there next to him. "I must've had some bad liquor or something…"

Castiel snapped his fingers, although nothing really seemed to change.

"Uhh…" Dean mumbled, his eyes rolling back and forth. "Nothing really happened."

"Sure it did, Dean! Ya see, now, you've never been born. You've got no identity, no name, no family, no troubles… nothing! You don't exist."

"I… what?" Dean asked as his brow furrowed. "Then, who am I?"

"Well… you're nobody."

Dean stared at Castiel for a moment. "Yeah, right," he nodded with fakeness to it.

"I dare you, Dean. Just try and see if people know you," Castiel nudged.

Dean grabbed his leather jacket and walked out the door without a word to Castiel.

Before he left, Castiel shouted out, "You'll see, Dean! It's a different world without you!"

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Dean stalked out of the room with a spinning head as he slid into the black '67 Impala his father had left him. He slammed the car door shut and angrily buckled his seat belt.

"Don't exist," he sighed, exasperated. "That… ang-… er… guy was just full of shit. How could I not exist? I'm right here," Dean tried to convince himself. "I-" Dean's rant to himself was silenced when he looked at his rearview mirror. "Hello!" he smiled with a yelp, and hit the brakes.

"Hey there, stud," the blond girl drunkenly smiled as she sashayed up to the car window. "Wanna have a good ol' time in your pretty car?"

"Sure, baby," Dean eagerly agreed, finally lifting his eyes up from the steering wheel to the girl. "I can… Jo?!" he gasped. "Jo, wh-what are you doing?"

"Whatcha talkin' about?" Jo pouted, and stamped her foot. "How come ya know m'name? I don't know you, a-an' I need this paycheck. So, come on…"

"No!" Dean persisted, startled at the turn of events. "Jo, it's me! Dean! What's the matter with you? Where's Ellen?" The hunter's words all spilled out at once, his voice conveying the shock he felt seeing Jo this way.

"Oh, you like 'em older, do ya?" she coyly smiled. "Ma's working the other block. You know, I'll give you a deal. Me full price, and her for half. Whaddya say?"

"Oh my God!" Dean repeated over and over again. He rolled up the window and sped away, leaving Jo there on the street corner.

"How could that be Jo? I can't imagine… A dream. This, this has to be a dream…" he started to mumble to himself, trying to make sense of the situation.

"This isn't a dream, Dean. That's one of the many domino effects that changed everyone you knew," Castiel explained, suddenly appearing in the passenger seat of the car. "It's funny how one man's life can touch so many others, isn't it?"

"Whoa!" Dean said in surprise. "Domino effect? I… no," he denied. "You're trying to trick me or something! Get out of the car." Dean hit the brakes and waited for Castiel to escort himself out of the vehicle.

Castiel sighed. "Alright, for now I will. But I'll be back, Dean. I can promise you that."

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Dean drove for the rest of the night, stopping at a familiar house. "Bobby!" he summoned, banging on the old door with all his might. "Bobby! Open up! It's me, Dean! Please, Bobby," he borderline-begged. "Something-"

The door suddenly was opened, but only a cracked. "What is it?" Bobby asked him in a tough, but cold tone. Dean took a good look at Bobby's face, and noticed it was worn and tired. Almost… old.

"Something's happened to me, to everyone! Just let me in, and I can explain-"

"In where?" Bobby rudely interrupted. "I ain't running no boarding house here. So git!"

"But, Bobby!"

"And how do you know my name anyway?" Bobby asked annoyance. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a vile of Holy Water. The brusque man threw it in Dean's face, waiting for some reaction.

"I'm not a demon!" Dean proclaimed. "And of course I know you! I spent half my life here with you. Remember? Me and Sam?"

"Sam who?" Bobby continued to question, getting in Dean's face. "I don't know any guy named Sam," he shouted, making Dean wince at the words. "And I don't know you!"

"Bobby, please. I just need to stay here and get over this…"

"Get over what?" Bobby cut off. "What are you talking about?" A thought occurred to him. "You sick in the head or som'thin'? A few screws loose in there?" he asked, indicating to Dean's head.

Dean was at the end of his wire. Bobby had always been someone he could count on for help. "Please… It's me, Dean. Dean Winchester. I'm John's son…" Dean tried to explain.

"You know John?" he asked with a hint of anger.

"Yeah, he's..." Before Dean had the chance to elaborate on his relationship with John, Bobby stopped him.

"That ass wipe cleaned me out when I let him stay here after the fire! If you're some friend of his, you must be a gutless dick like he was! Now get off my property!" he ordered, and took all of Dean's willpower not to obey it.

"Bobby…"

"I'm counting to three before I get the shotgun," Bobby threatened. "Three," he simply stated, and opened the door all the way to show he had been true to his words.

"Okay, I'm going! I'm going!" Dean finally resigned, and started to walk back to his car. He kept a steady eye on Bobby as he got back into the car and walked away.

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