Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. There is no money being made on this story.

This, was a hard chapter to edit. Okay so here's what you need to know - anything in italics are the memories that they are viewing and the non italic bits are the interaction between the characters. I hope you guys like it. Enjoy.

Eve sauntered over to Dean so, without thinking, Castiel raised his hand and -.

"Stop."

Castiel turned and behind him was the transformed Dean, wings and all. Slowly Castiel lowered the hand and the other Dean walked up to stand beside him, saying nothing. They turned as one and Eve bent down to grab past-Dean on the arm.

The sound of a gunshot rang through the air and Eve suddenly had a bullet hole through her head.

"Nice try," she said with a smirk.

Slowly Dean stood to face her. He still held his gun out before him, hoping to hold her off. He knew that there was nothing he could possibly do, but he couldn't let her win. Not without trying.

"I might not have any phoenix ash but I swear I will do anything I can to get you away from my planet, you BITCH."

"We can only observe here," Castiel said, looking to the creature that replaced his friend.

The creature nodded and they looked back to see Dean walking towards his unconscious brother.

"What'd you do to him?" Dean asked quietly.

Eve wiped away a droplet of blood from her lips and smiled to herself privately. "I'm creating a new world order, dear Winchester, so I'm going to need a few new Alpha's to fill the void left behind by your precious little angel and his demonic partner-in-crime."

From on the ground, Sam began to moan and shudder as whatever Eve put into his bloodstream began to take effect.

"Sam," Dean said despairingly but hands grabbed him by the shoulders, lifting him up and holding him back.

"Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean - you know I can't let you leave."

Dean struggled but he could not get out. There was no escaping Eve's goons.

Castiel turned to watch the creature's reaction and his face was carefully blank though there was a gentle frown line between his brows.

Eve walked a step closer to Dean and - the scene shifted.

"What is happening?" Castiel asked.

"That's all I remembered," the creature said.

The two of them were suddenly standing in an abandoned house, at night.

"What is this?" the creature asked confused. "I don't remember..."

Castiel couldn't help but smile. "I do."

They turned around and Castiel of the past with the tan trenchcoat was sitting in a chair, at a table, with a jug of holy oil and a lantern on it. Past Dean walked into the room while putting on his jacket, opened his mouth to speak and - the scene shifted again.

"I enjoyed that memory," Castiel murmured over the creature's snort.

"Like something interesting was about to happen."

The next scene stilled and they were in a room much like the ones they were held in a short time ago. This Dean of the past was tied down to a shiny metal table, his hands held in leather straps and he was unconscious.

"What is this?" Castiel asked, turning to face the current incarnation.

"I don't...I don't know. I don't remember."

Why was he lying on a strange cot? What had happened in this place?

A door swished open and both Chimera and the Firebird, Castiel his mind supplied, turned around and Eve walked in beside a man wearing a long white lab coat. They stood beside the unconscious man (himself) and Mother stared down at him with a greedy look in her eyes.

"How is he faring?" she asked.

"The blood that we are putting into his system, to your specification, has been mostly ineffective thus far -"

"Well then up the dosage."

Dosage?

"Put more creature blood into him? Mother -"

"Do it."

Castiel turned to Chimera but he refused to meet his eyes. This was most definitely his body, lying in this place. He could strangely feel it, like a reflex memory.

"Call me if there are any changes but only if they are effective. I am a busy woman you know," Eve said, giving her child a vicious grin and again the scene changed.

"We do not need to -" the Firebird began to say, but no.

"Shut up," Chimera said and they were suddenly standing in a brightly lit child's bedroom where a young blonde haired boy was playing with small cars on a track.

The door opened and an older man with brown hair and kind eyes poked his head inside and said, "Heya, Dean."

"Daddy," the small boy cheered, jumping to his feet and running into the man's open arms.

The man picked him up and held him tightly as they left the room and walked together down the hall.

Chimera and Castiel followed them and they stopped at another room. The pair looked inside and the blonde woman from his earlier vision was sitting on a rocking chair holding a bundle in blankets, looking down at the bundle and smiling.

The blonde boy (himself) was staring down at the blankets and suddenly a little pudgy hand reached out and touched him on the nose. The little boy gasped in surprise.

"Say hi to your little brother, Dean. His name is Sammy."

"Hi Sammy," little Dean said and leaned over and kissed the baby on the forehead.

"Sam," Chimera murmured.

A hand touched him on the shoulder and he looked over to see Castiel looking just as upset as he felt. And the scene shifted for a third time. They were once again in the lab and Chimera was looking into the face of himself. Still tied down to the metal table however this time he was partially conscious. Just sedated enough to not be able to fight back. And Eve was there as well, on her own.

"I am going to give you a fresh start, my love. No pesky past of lost brothers or hunting my other children to hold you back. You will be my hunter. Just do this one little thing for me," she said, running her fingers through his hair, smoothing his fringe. "Don't touch the wall."

Eve touched him on the forehead and Chimera fell to his own knees as he felt still the echo of what Eve had done to him on that day.

Inhaling a deep breath in, Castiel awoke from his self-aware slumber and looked to the one on the bed beside him, his mind reeling with the knowledge he'd just gleaned.

Could it be possible? Was it that simple? Had Eve truly put up a memory barrier in Dean's mind much like Death had for Sam?

"Dean! Dean, you need to get up. Dean!"

The Chimera let out a screech and then looked at Castiel. He sat up and grabbed him by the shoulders before saying in a ruined voice, "Destroy it."

"Destroy..."

"The block," he said now despairingly. "Destroy this wall-thing."

Dean looked into his eyes pleadingly and a single tear fell from his eye.

"Please."

Castiel steeled himself and touched Dean on the forehead.

And there you go - but what's going to happen next? See you all next week. ;)