CHAPTER 1

3 YEARS LATER

The fast beeping of the machine is the first thing Dean Winchester noticed as he opened his eyes. The second was his eyes were bleary and he was hooked up to several different machines. "Dad?" The voice that spoke from his mouth was scratchy and not his own. Dean panicked and removed all the wires that were attached to his body. The machines beeping went to a flat line as he pulled the wires from his chest and that's when he realized his hands weren't his either. He threw back the sheet the covered him as he sat up and saw a body that was clad in a T-shirt and scrub like pants was far too long to be his. Dean slowly looked around the room from where he was sitting and noticed it was plain white except for one wall covered in drawings, pictures, and letters and only contained the bed, machines, sink with a mirror, and a bedside table which contained flowers and a book. Dean picked up the book and it took Dean a few minutes before his brain registered what was said on the cover. Star Wars X-Wing Rogue Squadron. He put the book down than threw his legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood up. Pain shot through his legs and he fought to stay upright when all he wanted to do was sit back down as he held onto the bed. Putting one foot in front of the other the teenager painfully limped over to the mirror.

One leg felt like it was asleep, but the other, the one that had been hurt during the meteor shower when he was three felt like it was shattering. He wanted to scream out in pain and go to the floor, but he didn't. Finally Dean reached the sink and mirror and grabbed a hold of the sink to keep him upright. The short brown haired green-eyed handsome thin pale face that stared at him in the mirror was not the one he remembered. Dean had a flash of an ugly looking demon coming at him than that was it. Where was his Dad and Sam? Would that damn machine shut up!

Dean looked over at the wall with the drawings on it and limped over to it. He felt him self getting tired, but didn't head back to the bed. He looked over the drawings of random things and he smiled as he saw Sam's name signed to each of them. He was okay. His eyes fell on a drawing of a farmhouse with a man, woman, and he guessed their son. It had The Kents written above them. Kent…Kent…Dean struggled to recall the name, but it brought up nothing. Who were they? In all the drawings there was none of his dad. Why? He finally noticed the obituary taped to the wall and swallowed hard. He pulled the article off the wall and read it. His father was dead. Having looked down to read the article he finally noticed the pictures. One of them was a picture of a slightly older Sam with a family who he assumed were the Kents. Dean pulled the picture off the wall and turned it around. Me, Mom, Dad, and Clark at the Smallville fair was written on the back. Anger suddenly fluid Dean and he ripped everything off until it was all on the floor. He leaned his forehead against the wall fighting the tears that were threatening to break free.

The EKG's steady alarm continued and Dean looked at it rage evident in his glowing eyes. That side of the room grew darker until it was an impregnable gelatin of black mass. The machines sound stopped and Dean's eyes returned to their normal Hazel. The black mass dissipated and all that was left was the ripped up EKG machine. Dean kept his eyes on it as he moved towards the door. His asleep leg was now awake and the one with the limp was back to just the normal slight one he remembered. Dean stepped out into the hall. It was silent both ways and not knowing which way to go Dean started towards his left, but than stopped. He looked over his shoulder and smirked. "Nice to know your still there." No one was there, but Dean had spoken to someone. Well something. Dean turned around and headed right. Commotion sounded up ahead, so the teenager dunked into a room marked storage and quietly closed the door. The voices came from right outside the door now.

Dean locked the door than looked around the room. It was mostly junk that looked to have been left by people and when he spotted a box of clothes he walked over to it. Dean went through it, pulling out a pair of old jeans, a T-shirt, and surpassingly a nice brown leather jacket. Dean quickly changed and was glade to find everything fit. Another quick looked around the room Dean found a pair of boots. How could someone forget a pair of boots he didn't know? He pulled them on and listened at the door. The voices were gone. He left the storage closet and walked calmly down the hall. After a short time a nurse pushing a cart passed him.

She stopped and gave him an odd look like she recognized him yet couldn't place it. "Can I help you?"

"Actually yeah." Dean stopped and turned to face her. "Okay this is going to sound really stupid, but I'm lost." He put on a smirk and laughed slightly. "I was visiting my Mom and got all turned around on my way out. Which way are the elevators?"

The young woman smiled. "It happens all the time. When I first started working here I had to keep a map with me. You keep going down this hall and you can't miss them. When you get down to the first floor turn left. Than another left. Right…Do you want me to come with you?" She actually sounded eager to help him and Dean didn't fail to notice she had checked him out.

"Once I get to the first floor I'll be able to find my way. Thank you for your help." Dean turned and headed towards the elevator. When he heard the cart start moving again he looked over his shoulder and checked out how tight her white dress was around her ass. Suddenly he realized being older did have its perks. Dean looked back in front of him and after a few minutes he found the elevators. He hit the down button and once the doors opened he stepped into it.

The nurse continued her rounds and eventually stopped at Dean's room. She grabbed a plate of food off the cart. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, Dean. I had to stop and help some cute guy with a bad sense of dir…" She stepped into the room and found the bed empty and the EKG machine torn to pieces. Her eyes swept over to the now empty wall that usually was covered with the stuff his brother had made or pictures he had taken. She looked at the floor and seen everything had been ripped off. The plate fell from her hands as she realized who the kid she had passed in the hall was. The nurse backed out of the room and ran down to the nurse's station hoping he wasn't already out of the hospital.

Dean calmly walked out of Belle Reeve, passing a bald man in his twenties. Dean's smile grew as he saw the black 1967 Chevy Impala pull up. He walked over to the car and ran his hand over the rim. "I'm so glade to see you, baby." The driver door opened on its own and Dean climbed in. He closed the door and the car drove off just as a security guard ran out of the hospital.