Dean drove the impala back to his cabin. The phone was ringing, as always. "Hello?" He asked into the receiver.
"Hey it's Officer Gary, from TOWN police. Do you know an Agent Hammond? Is he one of your guys?" The officer sounded annoyed.
"Yeah he's one of mine. One of the best. "Dean responded, rolling his eyes. He remembered when he and Sam had to go through the same thing. Give the cops Bobby's number and cross their fingers the cops were dumb enough to assume the number actually belonged to an FBI supervisor. "What seems to be the problem?"
"This guy's running around town interrogating people about that missing girl Casey, saying he's with the FBI. She's been missing for two weeks now. Why are you people just now showing up?"
"We have a new lead. And that's all you need to know." And with that, he hung up. Never liked to take those calls. He crashed on the couch and clicked on the T.V. I still can't believe Dr. Sexy M.D. is still playing. This second generation doctor crap is really half-assed. But he sat there with a beer in his hand and watched the show anyway, thinking back on his past linked with the show. Sam judging him for secretly liking it. Being in the alternate reality with Gabriel. While his life had settled down, he would give anything to bring his family back. Possibly even his soul.
He drifted off into a deep old man's sleep when the phone began ringing again. Around the fifth ring, he finally woke up and pressed the talk button. "Hello?" he said in his sleepy voice.
"Hey, it's Carl. The hunter I put on the case in your town is having some issues. You up for a little action?" a man said.
"It's funny, I actually ran into him at the bar last night. Didn't seem to want my help then." Dean replied. Deep down he was looking forward to showing the kid off, maybe knock his ego down a few pegs.
"Yeah, well you know the next generation. They think they can do it all. I'll send him right over. Good luck on the case." Carl ended the call.
Dean pulled himself off the couch and headed to the computer to do some quick research on the case. Another girl went missing a few days before in a nearby town. Dean let out an irritated sigh. I guess this one's going to turn into a road trip.
An hour and a half later, there was a knock on the front door. Dean straightened his jacket, and stood up straight and tall, trying to make himself look a little more intimidating. "Who's there?" he barked at the door.
"The guy working the case. Are you Winchester?" the man at the door asked.
Dean threw open the door and threw holy water in his face. "Hey, what was that for?" The man had jumped back, obviously angry from being soaked.
"To make sure you're not a demon. How long have you been at this, boy?"
"Only a couple of years. I've heard of demons, but I haven't seen one for myself yet." The man replied.
"Well lesson one, always make sure people are who they say they are." With that, he pressed a silver knife to the man's arm and cut into his skin a little bit.
"What the hell?!" The man yelled.
"And now I know you aren't a shape shifter. Come on in." Dean motioned for the man to go to the couch. "Tell me, what's your name? Besides Agent Hammond, of course."
"The names Ben. Ben Braeden. Now about this ca-" Dean cut him off. His blood ran cold, his heart stopped beating for what seemed like an hour. His stomach dropped farther than his body. His soul screamed. This couldn't be Ben. He left Lisa and wiped both their memories to protect them from this life.
"Is your mom…Lisa?" Dean asked shakily.
"Yeah. Did you know her?" Ben replied.
"What happened to her? Is she alive?" Dean's mind was racing. He couldn't grasp how this was possible. After all he sacrificed.
"She's the reason why I'm in this business." Ben looked straight ahead at the wall with a faraway look. "I'm here for revenge."
