PILOT-REVISITED

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What if John had not made it out of the house alive on that fateful night? What if they boys were then raised separately? Sammy gets adopted by a lovely family while Dean finds himself stuck in the foster home system, wanting to always find his little brother. This is my take on it.

As always, I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL!!

A/N: Alright, this is the chapter where Dean finds out that his parents are dead. It's going be sad (I hope you like it.)

Becky let out a small gasp when she saw the empty bed, causing Maggie to hush her.

Then, they walked over to the crib, and smiled at the sight before their eyes.

There was Dean lying in the crib next to his baby brother with a protective arm placed over Sammy's chest.

SNSNSNSN

The next morning brought forth one eager four year old, who quickly and quietly climbed out of his brother's crib so as not to wake the baby up.

As his tiny feet touched the floor, his only thought was finding mommy and daddy on the other side of the door.

He wasted no time with tiptoeing to the slightly ajar door, and giving it a slight push before stepping out.

He rushed quickly to where two nurses were standing talking to a doctor.

They weren't the same nurses, he had met last night.

One of the nurses turned to him, and smiled sadly at him.

"Is...is mommy and daddy here?" He asked innocently.

Just then, he heard footsteps coming closer.

He turned his small body to the source of the sounds.

"Max!" He called out gleefully as he ran over to the man.

Max bent down, and swooped the small boy in his large arms.

"Did...did they find mommy and daddy?" The boy asked looking at him with expectation shining in his doe like green eyes.

"Dean," Max said clearing his throat before continuing, "I'm so sorry, son."

Dean was surprised as the man started hugging him tightly.

"It's okay," he said in a comforting voice that his mommy would sometimes with him. "Please, don't be sad."

Max let out a small chuckle. Here he was getting ready to tell him that his parents were killed in the house fire, only to have the child comfort him instead.

Max slowly put Dean back down, and squatted down so he was eye level with the child.

"Dean," he tried again, "your mommy and daddy..."

"Where are they?" Dean interrupted excitedly.

"They...they're gone child," Max explained.

"Gone where?"

Max turned his head up to a woman, who was standing nearby, searching with his eyes for some help.

The woman bent down.

Dean looked up at her. He didn't like her very much. She didn't have a kind face like other nurses. Plus, she was wearing what daddy liked to call a "monkey suit".

"Dean," she said as softly as she could, "I have to take you and your brother with me."

"Where to?" He asked in a trembling voice.

"Do you know what Children Protection Service is?" She asked already knowing what his answer would be.

Dean slowly shook his head.

"Well, that's a place where little boys and girls, like you and your brother go," she explained, "when their mommies and daddies can't take care of them anymore."

She could tell by how the small boy was cocking his head that he was trying to access this information.

"B...but mommy and daddy..." He started to protest.

"Your mommy and daddy aren't coming," Max tried to explained.

"Why not?" Dean asked.

"My men weren't able to get them out of the house," Max said in a voice filled with remorse.

Dean just stared at him in silence, balling his hands into tiny fists.

"YOU PROMISED!" He screamed as he punched Max on his chest. "YOU SAID, YOU'D FIND THEM! YOU LIED TO SAMMY AND ME!!"

"Now, see here, young man," the woman in the monkey suit hollered at him, grabbing his hands, and holding them down to his sides. "Look, Mr. Collins' men did everything they could to save your parents. I'm sorry, but your parents died in that fire."

Dean continued to struggle as his arms were being pinned to his sides. However, the moment he heard the words, "your parents died in the fire", he suddenly ceased any movements.

He looked up at Miss "Monkey Suit", and then looked up at Max.

Max could see the tears building up behind Dean's eyes before bursting forth, and cascading down his small chubby cheeks.

Max gently picked Dean up, and held him close to his chest.

"I am so sorry, Dean," he said softly as he rubbed small circles on the child's back, to calm him down. "I wish my men could have saved your mommy and daddy. You know that, don't you?"

He felt Dean's small shoulder shrugged with a hiccup before his head bobbed a little.

After a while, Dean slightly pulled away from Max's hold on him, and looked at him with tearfully solemn eyes.

Max was taken aback at the way Dean was now looking at him.

He's too young to be looking at any one like that, he thought to himself.

"What's gonna happen to me and Sammy?" Dean asked as he looked towards the room, where his baby brother was still sleeping.

A/N: Well, this looks like a good place to end this chapter. Please, read and review, and let me know if you want more.

I'm thinking about aging the boys twenty-two years older in a couple more chapters, to keep with the pilot story with flashbacks along the way.

Thanks!!