Chapter Seven

Winchester Meet Winchester

July 29th, 2013 - Beckley, West Virginia - 2:45 AM

Castiel flew from one place to another, one second to another barely scanning the place to find this dimension traveler.

They had been all over Europe, most of Africa, half of Asia and almost all of the continental U.S.A. This supernatural being needed to be destroyed at once. Who knows what kind of damage they would do to the world if left alone?

They didn't get word on the traveler until about a week ago when they encountered a demon who had laid eyes on it.

So for the last week, Uriel and himself have been going at it, searching relentlessly, not stopping because it was necessary. Though, they had not received any word about the creature nor have they seen it at all, they would not stop.

You can imagine Castiel's relief when he found the culprit in a hotel in the small town of Beckley, West Virginia.

Though, Castiel's brow furrowed when he noticed that the it actually just looked like a normal human being. But Castiel couldn't risk it. He laid two fingers against the creature's forehead and transported them to a hunters facility that he had come accustomed to since he protected Samuel Winchester since he was born. It was a shame his brother Dean had come to his death before he reached the age of maturity.

July 29th, 2013 - Sioux Falls, South Dakota - 3:00 AM

Castiel appeared inside the small home of Bobby Singer, surprising the four guests in the home.

"Holy Balls!" The swear coming from Bobby Singer didn't surprise him. All of the hunters looked at him.

"Who's the dude?" Bobby asked, lifting his chin at the creature.

"Dimension traveler." Castiel answered shortly and watched the guests eyes go wide, as a dimension traveler was unheard of.

"Do I have permission to use your Panic Room? I need to make sure the creature is secure and not able to escape." Castiel asked urgently, as he felt the creature stirring.

"Ah. What the hell? Sure." Bobby said gruffly before sitting back down in the kitchen chair to sip at his beer as he caught up with the three other people in the room.

Castiel flew down to the panic room and quickly tied up the culprit with leather strapping's. He was lucky because by the time he had tied it down, he had awoken fully.

"What the fuck!" It screamed. It looked at Castiel fiercely, but had a glimmer in his eye.

"What am I doing here?" It hissed at him but never got an answer as Castiel had put him back to sleep again.

Castiel stared at the thing with no remorse but curiosity as he had never seen something like this before.

July 31st, 2013 - Sioux Falls, South Dakota - Panic Room in Singer Salvage Yard - 9:16 AM

Dean awoke to a light being shined in his eyes. He groaned and tried to turn his head the other way but a firm grasp on his chin didn't allow him to. A few moments later, once the person was satisfied with whatever they were looking for, Dean became accustomed to the room that looked eerily familar to Bobby Singer's panic room from his reality.

But what made him go stiff was the realization that this was Bobby Singer's Panic Room, from this dimension.

Dean flicked his head around the room and counted six people total in the room with him.

John Winchester.

Mary Winchester.

Sam Winchester.

Bobby Singer.

Uriel.

And Castiel.

Dean tried to sit up and make an escape from the room, because he was not supposed to be here but found his arms and legs to be secured into place by leather straps.

Dean glanced at everyone. The Winchesters look were cold, calculating, and unforgiving. Bobby Singer had no expression on his face. The angels were annoyed and angered.

"What is your name, dimension traveler?" Castiel asked in his no-nonsense tone of voice.

Dean stared at him for a moment before answering.

"Dean Harvelle." He answered curtly. Castiel eyed him.

"No. That's your name for this dimension. What's your real name?" Castiel glared at him.

"Why does it matter?" Dean argued.

"You are not supposed to be here! This is not your world. We need to find your world you belong into and send you back where you came from." Uriel sneered.

"Sorry, chuckles. But I'm not telling you who I am." Dean said with a sneer.

"Well, we can always torture it out of you, mud monkey." Uriel said, grinning a bit.

"Try." Dean said. And try they did.

August 1st, 2013 - Sioux Falls, South Dakota - Panic Room At Singer Salvage Yard - 2:33 AM

Dean held back a scream as the red-hot iron fireplace poker was set harshly against the skin of his neck. Ten seconds later and it was removed.

Another burn to add to the list of scars and burns I've received in the last day. Dean though sarcastically.

"That's the best you got!" Dean said loudly, his eyes showing wild pain and torment but refusing to give in. "I've had worse." He said, challenging them to try.

Uriel sneered and pulled his fist back and knocked Dean right in the face. Dean and the chair he was currently tied into right now went tumbling back and fell back on the floor harshly. Dean let out a quiet groan. He started to feel blood trickle down his face and onto his lip and stared up at Uriel as he stood over him. Uriel lifted the chair back onto four legs and stared into Dean's eyes.

"Uriel." Castiel's gravel voice came from the back of the room where he, the Winchesters and Bobby Singer had stayed and watched him get tortured, with only a few grimaces here and there.

"Let me." Castiel came over and stood in front of Dean. Castiel removed his belt and folded it in half.

"Bite onto this." Dean did as he was told because he knew what was coming.

Five seconds later and Castiel's hand was inside of his body.

Dean let out a pathetic whine and threw his head back and panted at white-hot pain travelled from Castiel's hand to his body. It felt like hours as Castiel's hand was inside of his body and when the pain finally was gone, Dean let out a breathe he didn't know he was holding in.

Castiel's eyes were wide with shock and he stepped back a few paces. Dean breathed in and out harshly and stared with no emotion at Dean.

"I know who you are." Castiel said.

"So, what is he?" John Winchester asked. "A demon, shape-shifter, a witch?"

"He is none. He is human. A hunter if you may. And he is someone who had died here 30 years ago."

"Who is he?" The Winchesters all asked.

"My name..." Dean started and everyone looked at him. He really did not want to give away his identity but he had no choice. And Fate had told him he would have to explain the situation to his family if he was ever caught.

"My name is... Dean. Dean Winchester." He stated and shocked gasps were heard all around. He lifted his head up a bit and looked around. John and Mary were staring at him like he was a ghost. Sam was shocked. Bobby Singer looked flabbergasted. Uriel sent a shocked look his way and Castiel was doing the same.

"I came here for reasons." He said.

John interrupted him.

"Is he telling the truth?" He asked quietly. No one answered.

"Is he telling the truth!?" He thundered, tears gathering in his eyes.

Castiel answered. "Yes. He is indeed telling the truth." All eyes gathered to look at him and Dean looked them all in eyes, his pain tolerance reaching his maximum.

"So.." Everyone stared at him fascinated. "Well, this is nice and everything but, I kinda don't feel that great..." And with that last thought, Dean mind went black and his head went down.

August 3rd, 2013 - Sioux Falls, South Dakota - Singer Salvage Yard - 5:33 PM

Dean groaned as pain hammered inside of his skull. He turned his head to look to the side but he couldn't see anything so he got up and staggered to the door. He looked down and noticed that his clothes had been replaced with a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and a loose, plain - white T-shirt. His entire torso and neck had been covered in gauze and wrapped up tightly. His burns from the fire in Lawrence had been wrapped up too, he noticed.

Dean shrugged and walked down the stairs slowly, to not aggravate his wounds. He got to bottom of the steps and found his duffel. He opened it and shuffled around the bag and found a pair of loose dark blue jeans and a maroon flannel and black T-shirt. He went to the bathroom around the corner and changed into them, with little difficulty. He put the clothes he was in before in his duffel and tugged on a pair of socks and his black boots. He ran a hand through his hair and walked more normally towards the kitchen. He entered the room and rubbed his face and heard the talking that what was going in there , stop as he entered. He looked up and saw as six people looking at him in fascination, wonder, and happiness.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He snarled. Four of the six people jumped back at the fury in his voice but Dean didn't care. Dean went to fridge and pulled out a beer.

"Boy, did I say you could have one of my beers?" Bobby asked him, gruffly.

"Did I ask? No." Dean answered before opening and chugging the whole bottle. He threw the bottle in the trash and looked at everyone.

"Dean..." Mary started out, shocked that her son was back from the dead.

Dean groaned. "Can we not start on the 'Oh, I've missed you so much!' talk. Spare me."

"Don't talk to her like that! Don't talk to your mother with that tone, son." John automatically replied.

"Oh, bite me." Dean answered. Everyone stared at him in shock.

Dean leaned forward. "I don't have a family. My family is back in my old world. My brother, Sam. Not you, Sam. My Sam was a fighter, not nice and kind as you are to everyone. I get that you all are hunters, really I do. But we don't only take up hunts that are near us, we traveled all over the USA, and took on most hunts. I can say that some hunts..."

"Some hunts what?" Castiel urged.

"Some hunts caused us to loose our lives."

"But you're here, you're alive. How could you have lost your life?"

"I can say that I had almost died twice before Sam actually died. Once from being electrocuted almost to death and it damaged my heart almost to death and a massive car wreck caused by a demon colliding with a car where I almost got took to the other but my...dad... sacrificed his life for me and traded his life for mine. Sam died by getting stabbed in the back. He actually died."

Everyone was quiet and Mary was gripping Sam's hand tightly.

"I wasn't going to let him go." Everyone looked at him.

"What did you do?" John asked.

"I made a deal. With a crossroads demon."

"How long?" Mary asked him, anger running through her veins.

"I had one year. Sam was brought back to life and I had a year with him. We spent a year hunting bad ass demons and creatures but in the end, my brother had to watch my get ripped apart by hell-hounds."

Castiel and Uriel's eyes burned blue with angel power when the word hell-hounds was muttered.

"How are you here then? If you ripped apart from the inside out?" Sam asked, genuinely interested.

"I spent four months on Earth, down in Hell. I spent 40 years in Hell, total. Time is different down there. I was tortured day in and day out and I had a choice to get off the rack and not be tortured, only if I tortured others. And I told Alistair everyday to stick it where the sun don't shine. I told him that for 30 years. But I couldn't take anymore. I was tired and I was hurting. I wanted it to stop. So I said yes, and I got off the rack and I ripped those souls apart, one after another." Tears were gathered in Dean's eyes and everyone was staring sadly at him.

"I lost count of how many I tortured. But I remember a bright light enveloped me and I woke up in a pine box. I dug my way to the surface and everything around me, trees and life were nonexistent. I called Bobby, my world Bobby, and he didn't believe I was alive so I had to somehow get there."

"Long story short, there was a big reunion between Bobby, Sam, and I. We found out that Castiel had brought me back from perdition and he helped us out when in trouble. But, Sam followed a demon around, believing she was good. She wasn't. I jump started the apocalypse because I broke in Hell and tortured and Sam started it by finishing the last seal. Lucifer was released from his cage and the apocalypse started. We went around for a full year, tracking down the four horsemen, gathering their rings, which were the key for Lucifer's cage, and trying to avoid angels who were trying to convert us to let Lucifer and Michael, an archangel, into our bodies to fight out the apocalypse. In the end, Sam let Lucifer in and after opening up Lucifer's cage, jumped into the pit with Lucifer in his body." Tears fell freely from Dean's eyes.

"He spent 180 fucking years in the pit with Lucifer torturing him, his soul that is. But his body still roamed the Earth, soulless. I made a deal with Death, and got Sam's soul back in his body with a wall in between his memories from Hell and his memories that he had before. For the next half a year, we tried to stop Cas and Crowley, the King of Hell, from opening Purgatory, but we didn't succeed with that. Cas broke Sam's mental wall inside his head and Sam was consumed with his memories of Hell and Cas opened Purgatory and consumed the souls, killed Raphael and tried to become the new God, but he couldn't. The souls were consuming his vessel so we helped him release them back into Purgatory. Only, the Leviathans didn't go back, they hung into Cas and consumed his body and overtook him. Leviathans spread over the world and overtook people's bodies and tried to become top dog, and control the world. But myself and Cas, we found a way to kill the head of Leviathans and the whole industry of monsters would flounder. We stabbed it into the head of Leviathans and he was destroyed but Cas and I were transported to Purgatory with him. Cas left me there on my own and for a year, I spent a year fighting my way to safety in that world and trying to find Cas. A vampire, Benny, helped my find the portal back to the human world and together, Benny and I, we went back to world. Cas stayed behind because he let go of my hand."

"I found out that Sam had not even looked for me. He spent months with a girl, Amelia, and because he hit a dog, at that. Sam must have felt guilty for it because,we were trying to find a way to shut the Gate's of Hell and we found the Word of God, about Demons. I was going to finish the trials, which the only two we knew were to have a bath in Hell-hound blood and to find a soul in Hell and return it to Heaven, where it rightly belonged. And Sam accomplished both of these but they were killing him, it was clear that they were. So I made a wish and fate granted it. Where I was dead and Sam had a good life that he appreciated. I wasn't ever in the way here and Sam was never subject to demon blood. He was normal."

Silence only followed after his explanation of what happened in his world.

"So, you're saying that, you gave up having a family and knowing people for your brother, so he wouldn't be in pain or he wouldn't hurt anymore?"

"Yes, that's what I'm saying. And it should stay that way. I have year in this world to see if I like it or not and I'm saying yes to this world no matter what." Dean stood up.

John and Mary stood up. "Where do you think you're going? You're hurt and you need to heal." They said.

"That's because of who?" Dean glared at the angels and back at the Winchesters and they had the nerve to look sheepish. Dean rolled his eyes and turned his back.

"Next time you see me, go the opposite way and don't look back. I have work to do." And with that, Dean Winchester- Harvelle exited the room, picked up his duffel, and made his way outside to find someway back to his car that was back in Lawrence, at the motel he was staying at.

After getting on a bus and paying for a one way trip to Lawrence, Dean settled back in his seat and let his eyes shut so he could get a little sleep.


Sorry if this chapter was boring but I needed some way to have Dean met this world's Winchesters and the angels. I made it where Sam and his family were still hunters but not as bad as Sam and Dean in the canon world.

I hope you all enjoy this story and leave a review if you want me to change something. I update every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday since school's starting in again!

Bye guys!

~PrettyLittleRose