Alright, hello peoples!! I decided after some lovely reviewers gave me the go ahead, to continue this little story. Thanks guys!! : )

So without further ado here is the second chapter to Unknown Hero.

Disclaimer- I own nothing!!!!!! Well, except for me body…that's mine right?

Chapter 2

It was so quiet in the little shop that you heard it quite clearly when he dropped the two beers held loosely between his fingers. The glass and liquid splattered everywhere with a loud crash. Tish and Piper jumped at the sound, while Jen automatically went to find something to clean it up with. Trucker was looking at Priestly while the two men stared intently at the mohawked figure.

'What the heck?' Sam whispered looking at the young man before him and not seeing anything but Dean. Sure he saw the ostentatious hair do, the cheesy t-shirt proclaiming that you should surf naked, and the multiple piercings protruding from his nose, lips, and ears, but despite that all he saw were the bright green eyes staring at him under heavily eyeliner smudged eyelids.

'Um? What's going on guys?' Piper felt the need to speak up, the tension in the air was so thick that it was basically suffocating.

'Dad, its Dean. It is, isn't it?' Sam took another step towards the counter while his dad stared at him with wide eyes. Now John Winchester did not scare easily, but right about now he was getting pretty close. And, even though he didn't show it, he was also strangely hopeful. If it was Dean, if he was here…

But he didn't get a chance to finish his thought because Dean reacted as soon as Sam put one foot in front of the other. He took a step back and looked around, looking for the entire world like a cornered animal. His face was open and he looked spooked, but that soon changed and that immovable mask slammed down, making sure you never knew what he was thinking. Taking another step back to gain some room he suddenly darted forward putting his hands on the countertop and jumping over it, not disturbing a thing on it he had done it so gracefully. He pushed past John who, for the first time in his life, let someone get past him, if only because he was in so much shock.

The bell above the door jingled loudly as he threw the door open and ran out, the glass shattering when it hit the wall.

'DEAN!' Sam shouted after him and soon took the same path. That finally shook John out of his stupor and he moved towards the door, fully intending on chasing down both of his sons. He would have to, if someone's hand hadn't clasped down on his shoulder.

He didn't mean to do it, most people knew not to surprise him like that, but it was purely instinctual as he grabbed the wrist that touched him and turned it around putting the person in a painful arm lock.

'Whoa, whoa, hey settle down.' It was Trucker who had reached out a hand to restrain the older guy, and he was regretting it just a little bit because of the painful position his arm was locked into. It seemed his soothing words weren't calming the other man down though, so he used the training he had learned from fighting in Vietnam to twist out of it and reserve their positions and then he let him go.

The man glared at him and moved towards the door but Trucker stood in front of it.

'Girls, go find out what the heck is going on with Priestly would you?'

They all started to move towards the door when John's voice rang out. 'His name isn't Priestly, its Dean.'

'Okay. Girls, please go?' They all nodded and headed out the door in the direction the two boys had run off in.

'Get out of my way.' Trucker focused his gaze once again on the other guy's face and studied it. The guy looked positively pissed.

'Listen, I don't know what's going on, but Priestly is one of my very good friends. He's practically family to everyone in this shop. We love him, alright? And we don't want to see him hurting. You guys walked in and he started hurting. I'm not sure what the situation is, but how about we handle this in a calm manner, and start talking like adults.'

He got no reaction from the other man except a raised eyebrow so he shrugged his shoulders and held out his hand, 'Here, I'll start. My name's Trucker. And you are. . . ?'

The guy stared at his hand for a minute before grabbing it in what Trucker thought was a friendly shake. It seemed he was mistaken when the guy suddenly tightened his grip and pulled him forward, head butting him so hard that he saw stars.

'John Winchester.' And he ran out the door as well.

'Dean! You get your butt back here now!!' Sam didn't have a real clue as to what was going on honestly. He just knew that it was his brother that he was chasing, and he never intended to let him go once he caught him. Though he had to admit it was a little strange chasing after a Dean who had a brightly colored Mohawk, piercings, and funky sideburns, as opposed to the leather clad, almost military regulation haircut big brother that he had grown up with.

'Go away Sam!!' Dean was not going to let Sam catch him, not now, not after all this time. Jeez when they had seen him would of thought that they had seen a ghost or something. And now they wanted to talk to him? Well too bad, he had spent the last two years here in California building his life, getting to actually know people, and make connections. He even hunted still occasionally, making sure his skills were always sharp and ready for use. Like running for example. He could run for a long, long time.

'No way!! I have longer legs than you! I'll catch up eventually!' Oh, but it would be quite a long time before he did. Dean would make sure of that.

'Yeah right, Bitch!!' The familiar nickname slid past his lips so easily and filled him with such a feeling of nostalgia that he almost considered to stop running. Almost.

'JERK!!' Sam called his brother by the name only he was allowed to, and had to swallow a sudden lump that formed in his throat. He never thought he would have been able to do that ever again.

Piper, Tish, and Jen had decided they would never be able to catch up to the two guys, seeing how far they already gotten by the time they had made it outside. So they just hopped into Trucker's old hippie van and headed in the general direction they thought they went. After a few minutes Piper spotted them.

'There!' She pointed out of the left side of the van and Tish, who was driving, glanced to see that she was right. Then she and Jen and Piper just. . . .stared. It wasn't every day you saw a freakishly tall guy, wearing too many layer of clothes, in her opinion especially, chasing after a guy with a Mohawk, eyeliner and piercings. Tish rolled down the window and they could hear the conversation being shouted between the two as they ran down the sidewalk in middle of the night.

'Dean! You get your butt back here now!!'

'Go away Sam!!'

'No way!! I have longer legs than you! I'll catch up eventually!'

'Yeah right, Bitch!!'

'JERK!!'

The two guys ran past the van without even noticing the three girls whose mouths had dropped open.

'Well, that is not something you see every day.' Piper commented.

'You got that right.' Jen said from her seat in the back. 'Definitely bizarre.'

Just then they saw the tall guy pick up his pace a little bit more and jump, tackling Priestly to the ground.

'I think we had better go intervene.' Tish said as she pulled over and stopped the car.

Jen closed the car door as she and Piper got out. 'Seriously, what did Priestly get himself into this time?'

Dean started to slow down a little bit, straining his ears to hear Sam's foot falls over the sound of his ragged breathing. He may have been in shape but Sam was too, and a freaking giant to boot. He had kept up with him so far and he knew it was only a matter of time before he took him down. He turned around and. . . . .hey wasn't that Trucker's van?

WHAM!!!!

'Oof!' Dean felt all of the air rushing out of his lungs as Sam tackled him. The sneaky little. . . .he hadn't even sensed him! Used his distraction to take him down. Dean and Sam hit the ground hard, tumbling down onto the concrete, getting various scratches and bruises. He was on his stomach but turned around trying to get back up, and on his feet, prepared to run away. But apparently Sam knew him better than that.

'Dean!' Sam shouted right into his face, and sheesh did he have to be so loud? Sam sat on top of him using his weight to his advantage and pinning his wrists to the ground. 'What the heck!?'

'Okay, first off dude, your breath reeks.' Sam just glared at him, so he continued. 'And two, ever hear of personal space?'

Sam snorted. 'Yeah, because three guys living in motel rooms their whole lives have sooo much space.'

'You know what I mean.' Dean snapped at him.

'Yeah I do.' Sam let go of his wrists but still remained sitting on him. 'And I know if I give personal space that you will knock me on my ass and run away again.'

'Eh, true.'

Suddenly they heard three pairs of feet running towards them in a hurry. Sam looked up to see the three girls from the sandwich shop jogging towards them and rolled his eyes, though he did have to smile at their worried expressions. It wasn't like he was gonna kill Dean or anything.

'So do you want to do this in front of them, or come back with me and dad to the Impala, so you can explain where the heck you have been for the past two years?'

'Screw you, Sam.'

'Dean…' Sam narrowed his eyes at him as the girls all stuttered to a stop beside them.

'Okay, okay, everyone can calm down now. No need for anyone to get hurt.' Piper was trying really hard to diffuse the situation, but it didn't even seem that Sam or Priestly had heard her.

'You. . .want me to explain?!' He tried to sit up and settled for leaning back on his elbows. 'I wasn't the one who left me alone for two freaking years Sam!'

'What?' Sam started to say, but was cut off when Dean reared back punched him in the jaw. He was dazed but didn't relinquish his position.

'Just go away Sam or Ill make you go away. You know I could always kick your ass!!' All the girls were looking at Priestly in shock. Him being the most laid back guy they knew made it a definite shock to see him displaying violent tendencies.

'No!!' Sam wasn't going to let Dean get away. Not after all this time. It had been two years! Two long years, in which he was refusing to grieve for a missing brother who he refused to be dead. Heck no, was he going to let Dean leave him now.

'Dean Winchester!!'

All five of the people gathered turned their heads towards the booming voice of one very scary looking John Winchester.

'You are going to come back to the Impala with me and Sam, and explain what the heck is going on. . . .now.' John was now standing above him, and the girls looked a wee bit apprehensive of the man before them. Then they all looked back at Priestly wondering how he would react. What he did do shocked them.

Bowing his head down he softly answered, 'Yes sir.'

John Winchester was not a man that showed love very much. Tenderness and compassion and al that crap? Yeah, not high up on his list of frequently used emotions. But it didn't mean he didn't have them. He felt a lot, and loved his boys something fierce. Heck, it was why he raised them the way he did. Knowing what was out there in the dark, he wanted his boys to be safe, to know how to defend themselves and if he got a little revenge against the demon that killed his wife, then that was a plus. But right now, even though his heart was practically bursting with joy at having seen his eldest son for the first time in over two years he was still pissed.

'Where the hell were you?' Were the first words out of his mouth as soon as they had reached the Impala. Sam was standing right next to Dean, close enough to grab him if he made another attempt at running. Which actually wasn't all that likely. Dad had given him an order and after twenty plus years of following them perfectly it was a little hard to break the habit. So when John had ordered him to stay put, he stayed put.

Those three girls from the shop Dean had been working at were all huddled together, staring at him with wide eyes, refusing to leave their friend they had said. Wouldn't leave even after John had said it was family business. They didn't seem to care anyway, and boy, their expressions were the funniest thing he had ever seen when he told them that he and Sam were Dean's father and brother. Apparently they didn't look that much alike.

'I've been here. Now it's my turn, where the heck were you!?' John looked down at his boy in confusion. Where were they? Dean had been the one to disappear from his hospital room after being in a freaking coma and he wondered where they had been?

'Don't you know? We've been looking for you this whole time.'

Dean snorted. 'Yeah right.'

'No Dean, he's serious. Ever since you disappeared we've been looking for you non-stop. I mean still hunting occasionally and stuff, but our main priority was finding you! And here you were in California!? Working in a freaking sandwich shop!?'

'Hey!!' Dean shouted right back at him. '. . . .I make dang good sandwiches.' He smirked then and patted Sam's cheek.

'Jeez, Dean.'

'Yeah, I know. No time for jokes. And it wasn't like I was trying to hide from you guys. After our-' He stopped suddenly and looked at Jen, Piper, and Tish who appeared to be listening very intently to their conversation. He cleared his throat. 'After, our little. . . hunting accident. Y'know, where the. .gun misfired?' John and Sam nodded grimly nodded, getting that he was referring to ol' yellow eyes and the colt. 'Well, after trying to get to the hospital and getting in the car accident the next thing I remember is waking up…alone.'

John and Sam looked at each other in confusion. They hadn't left Dean's side for a while. Not for three days at least and then poof, three days after the accident he was gone. Vanished. None of the nurses had seen anything and all of the hospital security tapes showed only static when they tried to play them back.

'Where were you?'

'Dean, I think we better tell you what happened after the accident.'

TBC. . . .

Cut!! That's a wrap people!!!

To be honest I still have absolutely no idea where this story is going as of right now. Though I am strangely getting the feeling it's going to be lasting a little bit more than three or four chapters…

Anyways…PLEASE REVIEW!!! Your opinions are extraordinarily helpful to me. And I really do appreciate them. So please do. : )

Peace.