Title: Kansas City Shuffle Part 2 of ?

Rating: PG13 I suppose, for minor swearing

Characters: Dean, Sam, John, Mary

Notes: Thanks to a href"http://michelle2007. " Michelle2007 /a for the great beta job! No real episode warnings, but is AU in that Dean isn't really in Kansas anymore…

Disclaimers: I own nothing, I just like to play with what's not mine.

Summary: I suck at summaries but here goes. Dean ends up in a parallel world, only he doesn't know that this is what happened. To make matters worse, his 'Parents' begin to question his sanity.

Kansas City Shuffle

Chapter 2

After Dean left the house, he took off down the road. He dug around until he found a cell phone. First thing he noticed was that there were several missed calls, all from someone named Jess. He ignored that and scanned until he found his brother's number. With any luck, Sam was his Sam and he would know what to do. He hit the send button, as he turned onto the interstate. "Come on…come on! Pick up Sammy!" he muttered while he listened to the phone ring.

"Hey, you've got Sam, leave a message. BEEP."

"Sammy! Hey, it's Dean…man I hope you're you…listen I need you to call me ok? Cause things are…not right and you gotta be you and you gotta fix it. Ok? Call me!" He flipped his phone closed and sped up. He suddenly heard sirens behind him.

"Shit!"

He debated briefly flooring it, but decided a simple speeding ticket would be easier to deal with. After all, this wasn't real, and in no time, he would be gone, so what did he care? He eased the Impala off the road and cut the engine. He rolled the window down, and then waited while the young officer walked to the car.

"Mr. Winchester? I need for you to step out of the car."

"Is something wrong, Officer?" Dean asked, turning on the innocent look, while trying to decide between starting the car and bolting, or playing along. He supposed he could always bolt later. It would be nice if the cops weren't after him here as well. Wherever here happened to be.

"Please step out of the car, and keep your hands where I can see them."

"Ok, ok." Dean got out, and put both hands up and in front of him in a placating gesture. "Can I ask what this is about?"

"I need you to come with me, sir. Back to the station. Please turn around and put your hands behind your head." was his reply.

Son of a bitch! Dean thought. His father had turned him into the cops. Never in a million years had he thought that was a possibility. His John Winchester would've rather fought a troll. Dean turned around, and the cop stepped towards him. Dean spun and lashed out with a kick. He needed this to end quickly, to prevent someone else from coming to the cop's aid. The kick had the desired effect. The cop hadn't seen it coming and it swept his feet out from under him. Dean followed him down and with just 2 well aimed punches, the cop was down for the count.

Dean jumped back up, pausing to grab the police scanner on his belt, and then turned back to his car. He heard the sound of tires screeching to a halt and shot a look over his shoulder. Another cop car had just pulled up, Shit! He was half in, half out of the car when he heard the distinctive sound of a shotgun being cocked, followed by the command, "Don't move!"

Dean Winchester had always been a rebel, especially when it came to authority figures. But the knowledge that he had a shotgun trained on him, held in the hands of someone who probably knew what they were doing stopped him dead.

"Now SLOWLY put your hands behind your head."

Slowly...check...Dean was also smart enough to keep his sarcastic remarks to himself. This guy could probably see his unconscious co-worker on the ground. Last thing he needed to do was make him any more angry.

"Now back away from the car. That's right. Now on your knees." Dean did as he was told. Maybe if he was lucky, Sam would get his message and come looking for him. Then they could figure out how to get out of this in one piece.

"Now DON'T MOVE!"

Soooo not moving, Dean thought. He felt someone take his right arm and put a handcuff on it. He idly wondered if it was Shotgun Guy. If so then he could disarm him easily enough but he didn't know if there had been 1 cop or 2 in that car. He hadn't looked long enough. His arm was twisted around behind his back, followed shortly with the other one. Once the cuffs were secure, he was shoved forward face first into the dirt.

"Don't you move a muscle while I check on him." Shotgun Guy said. Damn, Dean thought, I could've taken him. Oh well, too late for that.

"Bill? Bill can you hear me?" he glanced to the left and saw the cop kneeling next to his fallen friend. The cop Dean had knocked out groaned a little but didn't really stir. Dean heard the guy talking on his radio, and soon he was hauled to his feet. After a quick pat down he was shoved none-to-gently into the backseat of the second cop's car. Shotgun Guy then pulled out a cell phone.

"John? Hey it's James. We've got Dean, he knocked out Bill, but I think Bill'll be ok. I've got him in the car right now. No, he doesn't even act like he knows me. It's weird, it's like it is Dean, but it's not Dean. Well, I'd like to haul his ass in for assaulting one of my guys, but, I'll take him there instead. Yeah, straight up to the 6th floor. Ok, I'll see you there."

Dean frowned and wondered what they were talking about. 6th floor of what? James got side tracked when the ambulance arrived. By the time they were loading Bill in the back, he was awake, and not at all happy. James climbed into the car, and Dean suddenly realized they were planning on leaving the cop car, and his baby on the side of the road.

"Uh...excuse me...but what's going to happen to my car?" James looked at him in the rear view mirror.

"You knocked out one of my deputies, pushed around your own mother, and you're worried about your car? What the hell's gotten into you man?"

Dean sighed. "Look, I can explain everything, but really, what's gonna happen to her?"

"You're father is sending a tow truck to haul it to his garage."

"Oh thank god, he'll take good care of it. It was his first after all." Dean sat back a little, and then scooted around, trying to get comfortable.

"And yet you told your dad that he wasn't real. And that your mom wasn't your mom. What's up with that Dean? We've known each other since elementary school, yet you're acting like you don't even know me. What's going on with you?"

Dean groaned. This just kept getting worse and worse. They'd known each other since school? What the hell? He could understand having his parents be there, but why go to the hassle of creating other people who knew him? Perhaps that meant it was more like a dream than an illusion. Which would be bad because then Sam wouldn't be his Sam.

"Look, you don't know me, I don't know you. If I could just talk to Sam, he might be able to explain things better. He's the one who's good at the talking and explaining part. So where are we going? What's on the 6th floor?" Dean looked intently at James, trying to think if he was familiar at all. But he wasn't.

"Sam is at school Dean, but I'm sure John will be getting a hold of him." The ambulance in front of them pulled into a hospital. James followed it in. Dean figured he wanted to check on Bill, so he was surprised when James opened the back door. "Let's go."

"Uh…I'll wait in the car. You don't really need me there to check on your guy. Promise, I won't even try to run." Dean hoped that if he could get James to trust him, he would at least take off the cuffs.

James hauled him out of the car. "Nope, come on."

Dean pulled back slightly. "Do I have to have the cuffs on? I mean…couldn't you take them off?"

James sighed. "We'll move them to the front," was his compromise. Once Dean had his hands re-cuffed in front of him, James lead the way into the hospital. They bypassed the ER though, and headed towards an elevator. Once inside, James pushed the 6th floor button. Dean felt a knot forming in his gut. When the doors opened, Dean wished like hell he had never stopped for the cop in the first place. There was a large sign as they stepped off the elevator, with the words "Psychiatric Ward" clearly displayed. As James took his arm to pull him forward, Dean pulled back once again, harder this time.

"Wait…what's going on? Why are we here?" he spotted John and Mary off to one side, talking with a doctor.

"Come on Dean, don't make this worse, ok? I don't like this, but something's wrong with you man. So we're bringing you in for a mandatory 3 day stay. After that it's up to the doctor. Now come on." James tugged on his arm again, and this time Dean stumbled along.

What the hell was going on? He was now sure that this was a dream. It seemed to elaborate to be an illusion. So was he knocked unconscious, or was this induced somehow? And how long had it really been?

Dean was lead into a room, where James took the cuffs off. The doctor that his parents had been talking to walked in. Dean obligingly sat down on the exam table that was in the room.

"Dean, I'm Dr. Stern. You're parents are very concerned about you."

Ok…how do I handle this…I could pretend like I'm their Dean, just to get out of here, or I could be difficult and get stuck in here…but does it matter? If this is all a dream, I have to work on waking myself up. So what happens here doesn't really matter.

"…going on."

Dean looked up. "I'm sorry…what?" Dean suddenly realized the doctor had been talking to him.

"Let's talk about what's going on. Let's start with what happened when you woke up this morning."

"Yeah about that, look I had a bad start to the day. And, well, I'm better now, so can I just go home? I mean, I'm sorry about punching that cop and all, but really, I'm feeling much better."

"Better or not, you're here for 3 days, so why don't you tell me what prompted the outburst you had this morning?"

Dean shifted uncomfortably. He really wanted to talk to Sam. He was pretty sure that Sam wouldn't be his Sam, but at least then he'd know one way or another.

"Look, can I talk to my brother? I just want to talk to Sammy. I...I woke up this morning with this feeling like he was in trouble. Like he needed my help, ya know? So could I please talk to Sammy?"

"So you had a feeling your brother was in danger? That's why you took off and assaulted a police officer?"

Dean sighed. Ok, this was getting annoying. He really would like to wake up and get this over with. He stood up, and looked around.

"Ok...you've had your laugh! This was fun, but now it's not! I'd like to be home now...you know? There's no place like home and all that! SAMMY wake me up now, please??" Dean was too busy trying to get the attention of Sam, or someone that he didn't notice the nice large orderly with the rather nasty looking needle.

John Winchester rule number 5, never turn your back on your opponent. Dean had always had a really bad time remembering that one. He remembered it too late, as he felt a needle slid into his arm.

"Son of a bitch!" He turned, but the orderly was already pushing him back onto the bed. "What the fuck was that?"

"Just a little something to help you calm down." The doctor replied.

"Calm? I'll show you calm! I'm perfectly calm! I just have to wake up, then it'll all be ok! So see, I'm just fine. I don't need help calming down."

The orderly held him down as he was given another shot. This one took effect almost instantly. Dean felt his muscles relax to the point that he didn't think he could move. His mind became fuzzy, and then there was nothing.

Sam was lecturing him on his inability to keep his hands to himself. Which was weird because he hadn't touched anything. Then suddenly Sam let out a yell, and was yanked out of the room they were standing in. But he didn't move. He watched Sam disappear, then let out a whimper...he whimpered??? What the f...

He blinked and it was light out. The memory of what he had just seen hit him hard. Sam was in danger, something had him, and he hadn't helped, he hadn't even tried. Why hadn't he gone after his brother, and why had Sam been lecturing him? What had he touched? He heard the door open and looked up to see John walk in.

"Dad! You've got to get them to let me go, I have to get back to Sammy, he's in trouble dad! Tell them I'm not crazy and get them to let me go, ok?"

John sighed and sat down next to his eldest son. "Dean, your brother is fine, I told you, he's away at school, though when I talked to him last, he was going to come home as soon as he could. He should be here tomorrow. Then you'll see for yourself that Sam's fine."

"No dad! You're not listening to me; no one's listening to me! I'm not your Dean, and it's not your Sammy who's in danger! Why won't you people listen to me! He's got Sam and I have to help him and if you don't let me go he's going to kill Sam and then I'll kill you!" Dean was on his feet and halfway to the door before John had a chance to grab him. As he tried to get his son back to the bed, the door opened and the doctor and an orderly came in. It took all 3 men to get him back onto the bed. Once again, Dean felt a needle enter his arm. He locked eyes with Mary as they did.

"Mom, you've got to see it, I'm not your Dean, please Mom...Sammy needs me...please..." His eyes closed as the drug finally took effect.

John went to his wife and pulled her into a hug. She cried softly into his shoulder, as the orderly secured Dean to the bed with straps.

"Oh John, what happened to our boy?"