Hello there, next chapter.

This is where Dean Forester meets Dean Winchester. Hope it isn't too confusing for people the way I've done it, but let me know if it is.


He could hear the road, yes the road, he was curled up in the back seat of a car and the road was full of pot holes. Christ, the suspension on this thing needed look at.

The light was grey, oh shit! His leg hurt like hell and where were his clothes? What the hell was he doing in a hospital gown? He was in a car in a hospital gown his leg hurt, his head, well it wasn't all there but the butterflies were gone.

"Sammy, you awake?" came the voice in the front seat to all Dean could do was groan in response.

"Jesus, what happened? I leave you alone for, what five minutes and then I find you in the ER."

"Wha...?"

"Okay Dude. It's okay," a hand reached over to the back seat to pat him. "I get it, you rest and you can give me the low down when you sleep that shit off bro. Lucky, I found you before they cathed you because I'm not taking one of those things out of you."

Dean started to feel the panic rising as who ever it was continued to drive. He started to kick wildly at the blankets covering him which caused the driver to start to slow down.

"Sammy, Sammy, calm down, you're safe, you got to calm down!" the voice said to him as Dean started to flail his arms.

"Let go, le... go," was all Dean could manage as a hand reached over to him to calm him down as he righted himself.

"Sammy, it's okay, you're safe. I promise not going to let anyone hurt you. I'm going to watch your back while I can bro, you got my word. Remember just like when we were kids - big bro Dean watching your back Sammy."

"No Sammy, I'm De…, I'm Dean," was all that he could manage to say which seemed to cause the man in the front to laugh.

"Sure you are; you can be Dean."

"Stop laugh, I'm Dean, I'm Dean," Dean said finding the handle. Then pain, lots of pain as he tumbled over and over and over again and the last words he would ever hear would be the guy in the front seat screaming 'SAMMY!'


"Are you sure that he didn't just discharge himself?" the hunter asked the nurse as he posed as a detective.

"Definitely not, we had to give him enough pain killers to knock out an elephant; only way for us to be safe."

"Excuse me?" the first hunter asked.

"The guy was agitated even in the ambulance, which is fair enough considering he just got shot and all he seemed to have done was walk into a store," the nurse explained. "I'm not saying that the guy was dangerous, well ordinarily I'm sure he was a nice guy, but he was scared and in extreme pain, only way for the staff here to be sure they'd be safe when treating him in that state is to be sure he wasn't conscious."

"So you knocked him out and restrained him?"

"It isn't exactly a policy we are proud of, but we are under funded here, Even with all the gun shot wounds and gang banging that happens and you guys know that," the nurse said to the man she thought was a police officer. "Yes, we knocked Mr. Forester out to let us pull the bullet out of his leg. He's a big guy and built; the attending was half his size and the only help she had was two nurses, one of which is due to go on maternity next month."

"Right, and the bullet wound was the only problem."

"Yes, we where sorting out the bullet wound and there was no head trauma. We just upped his pain meds and he was stable, resps and reflexes normal, pupils responsive; he was to be sent for a scan as soon as we could, just a precaution."

"A precaution to stop him suing your ass when he woke up," the first hunter said as he pretended to note it down.

"Doesn't matter, that man was so far out of it, no way in hell he could have walk out of here on his own."

The hunter sighed. "Yeah, no way in hell."

"Excuse us," the second hunter said to the medic as he pulled his colleague to one side.

"What?"

"We've got a problem," the second hunter said. "The friend says he's known 'Dean Forester' for a while, worked with him almost everyday for about a year."

"That isn't possible; he's got to be wrong."

"Guy's just a guy, freaked out that his friend is missing after he got shot. Don't think he's making it up," the second hunter said. "But on a good note, got Mr. Forester's effects including his wallet and his keys."

The first hunter smiled, "So after we take a quick look at the CCTV footage, we make a little visit."

"And all before the real cops show up."

"You said it."


"Come on Sammy, don't do this too me," Dean Winchester said as he dragged the half comatosed body onto the bed of the motel, "You aren't supposed to do this; it's me that is supposed to become the walking dog chow."

He looked at the blooded form in front of him.

"Come on, say something; talk to me. Wake the fuck up for Christ sake!" Dean yelled going for the improvised first aid kit he and his brother kept, taking out the small torch to shine it in the eyes of the man lying on his bed.

A hand came up to try and swat the bright light away.

"Oh thank fuck. You are in there," Dean said relieved, moving to cover the body in a blanket which eliciting a moan from the man who had woken up enough that he was able to attempt to push away from him at that point.

"Dude, it's okay. You rest, but I need to stay awake for me okay, just stay awake for a little while and I'll clean you up." Dean said as he picked up some cotton and the hydrogen peroxide.

"Dean? What the hell are you doing?"

"In a minute Sammy, I just got to …." Dean turned, his brother standing in the doorway of the motel. He did a quick double take. "Sam?"

Sam stood open mouthed looking at the guy lying there, he inhaled, "Holy shit!"


"You find anything?" the second hunter said picking up the family photo which seemed to be taken years before outside a mom and pop store somewhere.

"No, nothing." The first hunter said tearing through the small closet. "Manuals, design sketches, text books. There is nothing here."

The second hunter looked under the bed, pulling out the locked foot locker that was under there, "Hey look at this."

"What?" the first hunter asked as his friend picked the lock.

"Articles, books, papers, personal ones too."

"Anything?" the first hunter asked as he watched his friend who was hesitating over an article.

"Presidential campaign stuff?"

"Presidential?" the first hunter asked.

"Obama campaign," the second hunter asked. "You don't think that, you know?"

"Anything else?"

"Anything else?" the second hunter said his brain still sticking on the idea that the man they were painting as the biggest demonic threat ever faced had a fixation on the campaign of a man who would have his finger on the nuclear button.

"Anything else?" the first hunter said diving into the locker, pulling out bank records and schedules, a couple of books and mementoes of high school.

"There is nothing here."

"But the articles?" the second hunter said as the first man pulled them out of his hand.

"They're all written by the same person and they stop about months ago. There isn't anything here. No artifacts, no books that we'd be interested in. No weapons."

"Then what?" the second hunter asked. "We just shot some poor guy that didn't know anything about this and from the CCTV footage has been taken by Dean Winchester to god knows where."

The first hunter picked up the family picture. "Those demon kids didn't know what was happening until the worse happened."

"Yeah and Sam's the last one standing."

"Are we sure of that?" the first hunter asked. He shook his head, "Nah. We'd have heard something."

"You know John Winchester and his sons were good, made a lot of enemies. Who's to say that some of them didn't want to get pay back by pointing us in Sam's direction instead of the one they want to protect."

"And we fall for it because they look alike?"

"Possible isn't it?"

"Yeah right," the first hunter grudgingly said. "Either way we've still got a problem because one of them has got to be dealt with."

"Yeah, but at least we know they'll be together when we find them and then we see which one is which."


"Dean, who the hell is this?" Sam said to his brother as he waved an arm at the unconscious man in front of him and his brother.

"I…well…I thought it was you!" Dean exclaimed.

"Me?"

"Look at him Sam, same face, same stupid moles and like someone else in need of a hair cut."

"Dean I don't need …can we get back to the point?"

"Sam, seriously look at him."

"Well he isn't me is he?"

Dean huffed, "What did you expect me to do when I saw him in the ER? He's been shot Sam."

"You don't know why he was shot and the guy could have people looking for him."

"Yeah Sam, tell me something I don't know, now," Dean whispered as the body in the bed slowly started to really try and focus on his surroundings.

"You sure you weren't followed?"

"Who do you think I am?" Dean said.

"I was just asking," Sam replied. "So what now?"

"I don't know!"

"Well you better think of something."

Dean looked over at the guy, before turning to his brother.

Sam shook his head. "Oh no, you kidnapped the guy, you deal with him. Besides him seeing my face will probably make him think he is dead."

"What am I supposed to say, 'hi I thought you were someone else'?"

"I don't know."

"I grabbed the guy and then he fell out the car."

"He fell out the car?" Sam asked.

"He was trying to get away."

Sam's shoulders fell. "I wonder why Dean, you grabbed him from the ER in a gown. Do you have his clothes?"

Dean pouted. "I didn't…I thought someone had shot you and might have been on the way there to finish the job."

"So now we have a stranger stuck in a motel room that we have to check out of in," Sam checked his watch. "In about twenty minutes, because I told the manager we'd be gone by twelve; with no clothes, unconscious and has recently been shot."

"Thank you for stating the obvious Sam," Dean said. "NOT HELPING!"

Sam took a breath. "Okay, I'll deal with the manager you deal with...do you know his name?"

"He was pretty out of it, so no," Dean said as Sam ran a palm over his face.

"Fine, at least find that out," Sam said as he turned to the door.

"Ehmm, Sam, so the guy doesn't think that he's here for some weird orgy and seeing how you and he are the same build and he seems to share that freaky hormone imbalance you swear you don't have."

"What are you asking?" Sam replied.

""Well, it'd be easier to get him out of here fully dressed and mine would be a couple of inches too short for him, so if you don't mind."

Sam huffed as he went to his bag pulling out some clean clothes before throwing them at his brother.

"Thanks," Dean said. "Ehm, Sam, I don't know if the guy is wearing any…you know."

"You're kidding me!"

"It isn't like I was going to take a look, Dude! He's lucky I made sure he wasn't attached to a bag."

"But, you kidnapped him!"

Dean pointed to the forlorn figure, "But he's…well, he's you."

"I said no."

"Come on, and I know you passed by that Target a couple of days ago," Dean said as his brother seemed to tighten his resolve. Dean tutted. "It ain't my pants that he might be going commando in."

Sam ran a hand over his face before throwing a clean pair of underwear across the room. "You owe me big."

"Yeah, I'll get you a new pair tiny whities."

"I don't usually wear… Why am I having this conversation?" Sam asked.

"Well, what are these then?" Dean asked. "Fashion statement? Or are they a souvenir? Are we due a little talk Sam?"

"They were on sale."

Dean nodded sagely. "On sale, really?"

Sam glared at his brother, "Just get him out of here, will you?"


Dean slowly started to come too, he could barely open his left eye, his body hurt in places he didn't know it could.

"Good you are awake, you think anything is broken? Don't have trouble breathing?" asked the man whose voice was the same as the one in the car.

"What happened to me?"

"Well," the man scratched his head. "You seemed to have got shot and then, I'm sorry dude, I thought you were someone else and when you tried to tell me that you weren't you sort of…well jumped really out of the car."

The room he was in started to come into focus, the wallpaper was curling and garish, the carpet looked as if he had seen better days and …this wasn't a hospital.

Dean started to squirm, his head throbbed and his body hurt but he wasn't where he was supposed to be.

"Easy Sasquatch, not going to hurt you," the man said calmingly getting up and taking a few steps back. "Got some clothes for you and we'll get you back to the hospital as soon as I can. But what's your name."

Dean blinked for a second. His response coming out as much as a question as a statement. "Dean?"

"Okay, you heard that in the car. What is your name?"

"Dean."

"Great, hit your head hard didn't you."

Dean slowly shook his head before slowly saying his name again.

The man nodded and slowly replied, "Yes; and your name is?"

"Dean!" Dean yelled. "My name is Dean Forester!"

"Forester? Where the hell did…," the man said, taken aback, "Your name is Dean Forester. Holy shit! You got to be kidding me?"

Dean swallowed as the man stared at him only to be disturbed by a rap on the door.

"Dude!" another voice said.

"Coming bro," the man said backing away slowly. "You just stay there, okay. I'll be back in a minute and we'll get you some help okay."

He watched the man leave the room; he could hear voices, the door finally opening a crack to which someone was peering at him, though he couldn't make out a face. The door closed after a few seconds, "No I'm not making this up? Why the hell would I?"

The door opened again and the man came in. "Okay …Dean. We are going to take this slow can you tell me who shot you?"

"Why do you want to know?" Dean said trying to bluff that he better able to defend himself than he currently was.

The man smiled. "Dude, trust me I'm not going to hurt you. If anything you're here because I got well…don't tell anyone but I know I'm a little over protective when it comes to…okay, you don't have to know that, but I'm not going to hurt you."

"Let me go then."

"As soon as you get cleaned up, that is what's going to happen dude. Well, as cleaned up as we can considering the leg."

"Is that what this is about?" Dean asked. "About my leg? I don't know who shot me or shot at the store."

The man looked at him confused as he waited for an answer.

Dean hesitated for a second. "Was it you? Is this what this is about?"

He looked around him again, the room had only one real exit and he was pretty sure that in his current state that he wouldn't be able to get to the door before this guy got in his way and considering the guy moved as if a cocky assuredness it meant one of two things that he could handle himself or at least knew people who could.

Dean started to scramble, trying to get as far away from the guy as possible, "Jesus, you're one of Danny's …oh Christ, I'm going to die in some crap motel all because of some girl. Great, sums up my life doesn't it."

The man looked at him confused.

"Look, I didn't mean that. I do like Veronica but it was just when she first asked me out I kind of said no. Then, well it was only for a few days and she was always heading back to school that was her plan, she is focused on her studies, and I respect that, me and her weren't serious and…not that I didn't like her. I promise that I'll stay away from her when she comes back for break. I'll find somewhere else to work. "

"Excuse me?"

"This isn't about Veronica?"

The man thought for a second, "Ehm, Veronica?"

Dean tensed, "Pretty, sporty, Danny's sister, left to go back to school in Texas a couple of days ago?"

"A College girl?" the man said taking a few more moments to think before a light seemed to go off in his head. "Has a thing for your ass?"

Dean swallowed nervously as the man let out a laugh.

"No, Dude, I didn't shoot you and you being here right now isn't about a Veronica or a Betty or any girl that I know about," the man said with a laugh before turning to the first aid kit and handing to Dean as well as some clothes.

"Look , you aren't going to let me patch you up but from the looks of those hands of yours you look like you know your way around antiseptic and gauze."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't look like you push paper round," the man said noting the welt on the back of Dean's hand that he got a couple of days before.

"Why don't I help you get to the bathroom, so you can get cleaned up as best you can before we get you a cab and you can go wherever – hell what do you say I give you a ride." The man said. "Least I can do."

Dean hesitated, as the man stood there waiting.

The man sighed. "If I don't help you across the room this is going to take a lot longer and I'm guessing that you want to get going as soon as you can."

Dean nodded before he was helped to the small bathroom in the room.

"You need anything you shout."


"Is it safe to come in?" Sam said as his brother opened the door to him.

"No it isn't," Dean replied sarcastically. "He's in the bathroom so get in here now, before he comes out."

"So any idea who he is yet?"

"I had ten minutes on the computer so the answer to that would be no."

"Didn't you Google him?" Dean asked. "Even I can do that."

Sam glared at his brother, "I'm not a miracle worker. What did you get?"

Dean glanced over his shoulder at the bathroom, "Well unlike you give me another ten minutes and I think I'll be able to get almost anything out of him. Hell, I could probably get him to confess to the kidnapping of the Lindbergh baby."

"What?"

Dean sighed. "Remember that chick that grabbed your ass the other day?"

"How could I forget?"

"You need to get laid," Dean stated causing Sam to huff. "Well she wasn't asking me for a work out and wasn't really commenting on how you looked in a suit when she decided on having a feel."

"Seriously, what has that got to do with this?"

"Can we get passed the 'Whats' and 'Seriouslys', it breaks my flow Dude," Dean said. "Her name was Veronica wasn't it?"

"Think so."

"Well, I wasn't the Dean she wanted to work out with."

Sam looked in the direction of the bathroom. "Oh?"

"Yeah, thinks I'm a friend of the girl's brother trying to warn him off."

"And he thinks that he got shot and is here because of that. What type of family does that girl come from?"

"How the hell do I know?" Dean replied as the bathroom door opened.

Sam looked right into the face of the occupant.

"What the fuck?" Dean Forester exclaimed grabbing a lamp to defend himself.

"Wait a minute this isn't what you think it is. Well, I got no idea what you think this is," Dean Winchester said trying to calm the situation down.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean Forester yelled taking a step forward.

"Dude," Sam said putting up his hands just as Dean Forester got his foot caught in the lamp cable causing him to end up face first in the worn shag pile of the motel carpet that had seen better days.

"Co-coordinated ain't he?" Dean Winchester said to his brother.


"So what now,"

"With Dean Winchester isn't he," the first hunter said.

"Sam will be there too."

"So we finish this," the first hunter said. "We go all the way."

"But, we can't be sure."

"Yeah, we can't be sure. We do it quick which I thought would make you happy, we make sure this is over."

"None of this makes me happy."

"So we get this done and we do it quick so whichever sorry son of bitch is innocent at least moves on to a better place and don't suffer too much for it."


"Come on big guy, wake up!" someone was saying as they tapped the side of his face.

"Get off me!" Dean Forester retorted as weakly pushed the hand away.

"So you're awake again?"

The room started to come into focus, the man was still there.

"How did I end up?"

"You fell over your feet, big guy."

"My name is Dean!" Dean said. "Dean Forester, I just work construction I don't have any money and I'm just…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah got that, big guy."

"Dean," Dean said slowly, if he was going out he was going out to his damn name not 'big guy'.

The man scratched his nose, "Yeah sure, you're Dean and that is fine but to be honest it's going to make things more confusing as it is."

"What is that supposed to mean," Dean said noting that there was someone standing just out of view. He craned his neck to look round the man to see the person at the other side of the room.

The blood from his face drained as he saw himself give a little wave. He turned back to the grinning man in front of him.

"That's Sam. Thought you were him."

Dean let out a little whimper in response.

"Okay, you seem to be dealing, Sam's my brother."

"Right – Sammy?"

"Yeah, that is right."

"Pleased to meet you." Sam said to him across the room.

The man started again. "Well I saw you and thought you were him. Just didn't know why he was in the ER."

"Okay, he's here and I'm not him," Dean said slowly and carefully before tentatively trying to move. "I'll be going then. So goodbye, Sam and whoever you are."

The expression on the face of 'Sam' changed to one of concern. "Dean?"

"What?" Dean and the man both said.

"Excuse me?" Dean said.

"Yeah, that is the other confusing thing," the man said before sticking out a hand. "Hi, my name is Dean."

At that point everything started to go dark again.


He was in a car again, bumping along the road. His head hurt and hi s side felt like it had been attacked by a cheese grater and his leg. Well less said about that the better. At least this time he seemed to be dressed.

"So you're wonderful plan is just to drop him at the ER?"

"Well, the original one was to let him get there on his own. But he doesn't seem to be able to do that right now does he."

"You serious? You kidnap him and your plan now is to push him out the car in the ambulance bay when he is wearing my stuff?"

"Is that what your bellyaching is really about? The fact the guy is in your clothes? Yeah, I can see it now the cops putting out an APB out on all guys who shop in the tall section of Wal-Mart."

Dean groaned, which seemed to cause the car to slow down.

"Dude?" the one who, well, the one called Sam asked. "Are you okay?"

"Where am I?" Dean said as he slowly tried to right himself.

"On the way back out of the twilight zone," the other one, the shorter one said.

Dean grabbed his head.

"Dude, you aren't gong to pass out on us are you?" the shorter one said.

Sam looked at him concerned. "Dean, stop the car."

"I'm not…" Dean said before he remembered as the car came to a halt. "Oh, right."

"Looks like you are really with us this time then," the shorter one said the one who said his name was 'Dean'.

"Where are you taking me?" Dean asked tentatively as both men looked at him.

"Well, seeing how you are awake; anywhere you want to go," the other 'Dean' said.

"We can drop you at the hospital, your place or at a friend's?" Sam said, he seemed concerned, Jesus, he was waiting for a response Christ this was…okay, this wasn't a dream, it wasn't a dream as there were was no music no stupid picture perfect town, no…

"From what you were saying about her big brother, I'm guessing your girlfriend's place is out?" The other 'Dean' said with a grin plastered on his face. Okay the humiliating truth about his love life was there, so possibly could be a dream.

Dean sat there as he watched Sam hit 'Dean' in the arm. "Dude!"

"Just saying so, ehm…Forester? Yeah, Forester. Where can we drop you?"

"Smooth 'Winchester' real smooth," Sam said to the man in the driving seat, who glowered back.

"Great bro, why don't you give him my social security number while you are at it?" 'Dean' Winchester as it would seem, replied causing the man who looked exactly like him to knot his brow. Oh boy, it was the same expression that he remembered his Uncle Nate in Chicago telling him to stop using when he was about eight years old. "Knock it off Dean, looking at someone like they kicked your puppy ain't going to get you what you want. Might work for you now, but won't when your older. At least when your sister uses it she can go batting her eyelashes, as plan B. What are you going to do, hold your breath, throw a tantrum?"

'Dean' Winchester, as he seemed to be called, sighed, "Okay, I'm an insensitive bastard. I get it. I'll be nice."

"Good!" Sam replied as both men turned to look at him.

"Why don't I just leave now, I'm sure I can get a cab," he said trying the door handle, which seemed to have decided now was a good time not to work.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Dean Winchester said. "Didn't want a repeat of trying to scrape your ass off the street."

"I'm sorry about my brother, we just didn't want you falling out of the car again," Sam said.

"He jumped," Dean Winchester protested to his brother, before turning his attention back to him, "Tell him you jumped."

"Does that matter?" Sam said. "Where can we drop you off?"

"Come on Sam, just ask him, just ask if we can drop him off at his place then you can get your pants back and all three of us put the whole of this behind us? We can hit the road and Forester here can return to whatever he was doing that got him shot."

Okay the pain in his leg had suddenly become more real. "How do I know that it wasn't you that shot me or I got shot because of you two?"

Both men looked at each other, okay that might have not been the smartest thing to ask.

"Highland."

"Excuse me?" Sam asked.

He swallowed, before saying quietly, "Drop me near Highland Park. Please."

"Fine," 'Dean' Winchester said putting turning the engine back on.

"Wait a minute," Dean said trying to reposition himself.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"Might be because my leg….but just let me get as comfortable as I can in this thing," he admitted as he settled himself in the middle of the back seat just as the ignition was turned off.

"Excuse me?" 'Dean' Winchester asked very seriously.

"Well maybe it's not your suspension, but your rear shocks. Feels like they could be on the way out, I'm just saying that because from what I can remember from the last time I was in this thing…"

"Okay, I get it," Dean Winchester said before proceeding to mutter under his breath as 'Sam' was obviously trying to hide the fact he was sniggering.