"What do you mean he's in me?" Dean asked with disbelief. He figured by now, he wasn't in his world. But what about this world *Dean? Was his counterpart possessed? Was his double in this world a perfect vessel for another archangel? And *Sam's reply wasn't helpful at all.

"What do you mean, what do I mean?" *Sam asked glaring back, confused as hell. Has his brother finally lost it? Was all that stress of the job getting to him? Maybe it was Lucifer? Maybe there was something wrong. And like that, that confused look morphed into a really worried one. "Dean..." he started, clear concern in his voice.

But Dean put his hand up, stopping him from finishing that though. "I'm fine." He said, wondering how he was going to explain to the guy in front of him that he wasn't really his brother. "You know what? Let's pretend for a moment I don't remember anything, like I have amnesia or something... – and he rolled his eyes as *Sam clearly grew more concerned – Just... Fill me in on everything that happened. And then I'll explain. I promise."

With one brow up, *Sam stared at him for a moment, but then sighed. He knew he better do as his brother asked if he wanted to know what was going on with him. And if Dean promised he would explain, he would. "Where would you like me to start?" *Sam asked defeated.

"From the top. How did mom and dad die?" Dean asked and *Sam frowned. He couldn't understand how Dean remembered the fact that they died, but not how. And Dean rolled his hand, telling *Sam to move from the surprised stage to the giving-information stage.

"A demon..." *Sam started and Dean finished "Ok, so Azazel killed her. Check. Then lemme guess. Dad got into the life of the hunters and dragged us in it, right?" *Sam nodded looking confused, but Dean ignored him and continued, wanting to move things along "Did you go to Stanford?"

And *Sam flinched just a bit at the mention of that part of his life, but nodded. Dean noticed that and quickly moved on "And I got you and we went to find dad. And we eventually did, and he died, and then we killed Azazel, right?"

"Um... Yeah. But aren't you forgetting something?" *Sam asked, not sure if Dean was purposely omitting Lucifer from the conversation. Or did he indeed forget.

But Dean knew by *Sam's reaction there must have been more to that part of their lives. "Tell me what I'm forgetting." Dean stated seriously and *Sam frowned at him again. He gazed into Dean's eyes, thinking for a moment, and then shifted a bit in his seat. He looked at Dean again, and replied warily "Lucifer. You're forgetting Lucifer."

Lucifer? He wasn't supposed to be in the picture just yet. OK, so that's the turning point. Dean thought and responded" Tell me about Lucifer."

*Sam still felt unsure about it all. He didn't understand why his brother wasn't remembering the fallen angel, and he was worried that bringing him up again would just send his brother to that I-hate-my-life stage. But he needed to know what was going on. He didn't want to stall anymore.

"After we encountered our first hellhound, you started having those dreams, remember? – and it was clear to *Sam, Dean didn't remember that, but Dean's hand gesture told him to move on, so he did – The dreams that sent you into shock, but every time you woke up fine."

"And we went to Missouri. She called her psychic friend... Ashlyn. She went in your dreams... And she found him there." Sam said looking away. He didn't want to see the look on Dean's face, if he really didn't remember.

"Found who?" Dean asked and his eyes widened in confusion when *Sam replied "Lucifer."

Dean's eyes darted the ground beneath him, thinking about what *Sam just said, trying to place the information. When his eyes met *Sam's again, he said "And why was Lucifer there?" *Sam took a deep breath, but didn't respond. Dean waited, but he wasn't really known for his patience.

"Alright, let's cut the crap. Answer me." Dean demanded and *Sam gulped. "He was always there Dean. He fell and was reborn as human. As you."

And Dean's vision went a bit blurry, and he had to close his eyes. He ran his hand over his face and hoping when he opened his eyes again, he would realize he was dreaming. But everything remained the same and Dean felt those worried eyes on him. This was just a bit too much. "I... I need some air." he said and went for the door.

But as soon as he opened them, a dog, a German Sheppard growled at him angrily. He started barking loudly, threatening to take tear him apart, and Dean had to take a step back. He gasped when the dogs eyes went red, perfectly showing off the hellhound anger and he took one more step back. He moved his head in *Sam's direction and still keeping his eyes on the angry beast in front of him, he called out "SAM!"

And *Sam ran out and almost hissed at the dog. "Ripper. Stop. Sit. – and the dog calmed down just a bit, still glaring at Dean – What has gotten into you?" He asked petting the dog and Dean had to blink a couple of times, just to make sure he was seeing this right.

"You have a hellhound for a pet?" Dean asked still in shock and *Sam frowned at him and then at Ripper, who wouldn't stop growling.

"No - *Sam stated – He's your dog."

And Dean clenched his lips tight, nodding in disbelief. "Yeah. Yup. I have a pet hellhound. Sure. Why the hell not?" and he couldn't believe the crazy situation he found himself in. He couldn't believe the craze of this world, the lack of any sense.

"Dean? - *Sam said following Dean back inside the room and shutting the door, leaving Ripper behind – Mind explaining all this? Why is Ripper acting like you're a stranger? And why do you remember everything but Lucifer?" He gazed at Dean's back, and Dean didn't know what to tell him, how to explain.

With a heavy sigh, he turned to *Sam, rubbing the back of his neck "You're a smart guy, right? – and Dean paused like he was waiting for *Sam to actually answer that – Um... You know about parallel universes?"

*Sam tilted his head, and it reminded Dean of Cass and the look on his face when he didn't understand. But *Sam did understand what Dean was asking, he just wasn't sure why would his brother be asking him that. "Well, sure, in Einstein's theory of relativity..." he started but Dean cut him off.

"Yeah. Not a theory." Dean said and threw himself on his bed, feeling just a bit tired from all this supernatural crap that was constantly happening. I mean, first a nephilim opens one rift, trapping mom in a burnt down world. Then he opened another, brining in a nephilim version of his brother, and then... Dean lost count of how many times he had crossed the rift, how many times a rift was actually opened. He has yet to realize, there was no rift this time.

Dean got yanked back to reality when *Sam asked "Dean...Why would you say that?"

Dean glared at him with a slightly apologetic look and answered "Cuz I'm not your brother, Sam. – and before *Sam could react to that, Dean continued – I am Dean Winchester. Just not of this world."

And for the next couple of hours Dean explained almost everything, and *Sam listened carefully. When Dean finished, *Sam only had one question. "If you are here, then... Where is my brother?"

And Dean's eyes widen as the realization hit him and he was only able to let out "Oh, crap."

*Dean woke up and cleaned the drool of his face with his sleeve. It has been a long time since he slept that well and he was still hazy from the sleep. He got up, leaving the sheets to fall to the ground and he stretched his arms wide. Rubbing his stomach, he yawned and leaned into his night stand to check the time. "10:30? Why didn't you wake me?" he asked, but there was no response.

*Dean still didn't look up from his phone, frowning at the message Sam had left him. "Went to Jody's. Checking out Bobby's old stack of book for anything. Be in touch" Jody? Who the heck is Jody? And why would she have *Bobby's books? The old paranoid bastard *Dean knew would never part with any of those, *Bobby was known to be a bit of a hoarder when it came to lore books. He had copies of all of them. *Dean even suspected *Bobby had copies of the copies, but he never found proof.

So *Dean just rolled his eyes, thinking he'll give his brother a call after a hot shower. He needed one, to wash away the stench of alcohol and whatever bar he was in. He looked around the room for his duffle-bag, and finally found it under the bed. Empty. Why the hell was it empty? He looked around the room, not clearly remembering the motel room looking so dark, and he frowned seeing some of his stuff scattered around on the walls and shelves, like they were on display. All of that stuff should be in the trunk of the impala, what was it doing here?

He even spotted a few weapons he had never seen before. What is going on? Is *Sam messing with me? But *Sam was not there. In fact, neither was his bed. And they always rent one two-bed room. So, if he wasn't in his motel room, where was he?

*Dean took another look at the room, finding his stuff everywhere, placed as if he was living there, and he was confused as hell. Hell... Maybe I'm dreaming again. Maybe Lucifer is messing outside again, while I'm stuck here in some dream? And worry started to built up. Last time he and Lucifer spoke, the devil practically promised he would remain dormant inside him, sleeping a blissful sleep. So what changed? Was his brother in danger and Lucifer had to emerge to protect him again?

*Dean's heart started pounding faster and faster and he darted the entire room as he considered what might be going on. The only reason Lucifer would emerge is cuz of *Sam. After all, *Sam was practically the reason he was reborn as human. He wouldn't let *Sam become the ultimate demon-boy, whose power would surpass even his own, as *Azazel planned. But he wouldn't kill their mother before *Sam was even conceived, like God ordered him to. For whatever reason, Lucifer had enough and when God offered him the deal, he accepted. He would be reborn as *Sam's big brother, always keeping an eye on the kid.

*Dean always felt like he had to protect *Sam. It wasn't until he was around 25-26 that he learned why that was. But how could he protect him if he was locked away in a dream somewhere? Was it even a dream? *Dean swiftly turned to face the door and glared at it for a second. He wasn't sure if it would even open, little lone what he was going to find behind them.

He slowly approached the door, extending his hand towards the knob, his face giving out fear, curiosity and uncertainty. He gulped, turned the knob and opened the door with one quick motion and all the fear and uncertainty went away. All that it was left was curiosity and confusion as *Dean stared at a kid with dirty blond hair, blue eyes, a weird smile and a hand in the air, ready to knock at the door.

*Dean had to blink a couple of times, seeing as that weird smile was brighter then the sun at this point and Jack awkwardly put his hand down saying "Good morning Dean. Want some breakfast? I tried to make pancakes, but I'm not sure how they turned out..." Jack said sheepishly, looking down on the ground and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Where am I?" *Dean asked a bit threateningly and winced when he felt a jolt in his chest. It was like a part of him didn't want to scare the kid. There was just something in those innocent blue eyes that looked back at him confusingly.

"You're in the bunker, Dean. Don't you remember coming home last night?" Jack asked rather surprised by *Dean's question. The hunter was known to have a drink or two, but it has been a while since he drank himself to oblivion, Jack knew that much. He also knew Dean would do that only if he was hurting, real bad, and there was nothing to be hurt about.

"Home?" *Dean asked looking out at the hallway both ways before turning his attention to the kid. Something just felt off about him, but *Dean couldn't quite understand. Something from inside of him was screaming at him, like alarms going off in his head. He glared at Jack for a moment, then asked "Who are you?"

Jack smiled awkwardly at his question, not really sure what was going on with his friend. "What do you mean? It's me, Dean... It's Jack." And as *Dean took a firm step forward, Jack took a weary step back. *Dean's head was pounding hard and he asked again "Who are you?"

"It's me, Jack. – he said with slight fear in his eyes – Don't you remember me? I... I'm your friend..." And he had to take another step back, the look in *Dean's eyes was seriously starting to scare him. He knew Dean to have a temper sometimes, but this wasn't that. Jack figured by now something else was going on, he just didn't know what.

"Who... – and *Dean's frown deepened, taking a step closer to the kid made his entire body shiver – WHO ARE YOU?!"*Dean yelled out, trying to outshout the screams in his head. He took one more step, and Jack backed away. But there was nowhere left to go as he reached the wall, slamming his back against it.

"Who... NO! WHAT ARE YOU?!" *Dean screamed in Jack's face, grabbing him by the colar of his shirt and the poor kid was trembling with fear, he didn't know what *Dean was asking him. What response did he want to hear?

"I... I'm Jack. – he said, his voice shaking – I'm your friend, almost like a son. I... My mom was Kelly Kline... I... I'm a nephilim. I was a nephilim. I... I'm almost human now." Jack said all that in one breath, his eyes filled with tears, hoping somewhere along the line, he said the right thing.

"A... A nephilim - *Dean asked averting his eyes for a second as if he was processing the information – A... a half angel, half human? Who..." And *Dean brought his gaze back to the kid, his eyes less angry, more curious and slightly fearful of the answer. "Who is your father? Your real father?"

And Jack gasped at the question for some unknown reason, but replied with all kinds of emotions in his voice.

"Lucifer."