A/N: Welcome back my dear readers and hope you are ready for another journey with the Winchester brothers. We find the brothers and Jack trying to get to their mother to rescue her from the Apocalypse world Michael destroyed. I hope you enjoy the first chapter and will come back for more. You know I enjoy knowing your thoughts and if you have a moment please leave a review. NC

Disclaimer: I don't own SPN and this is my own creation. All error are my own

Chapter 1

"We've got to hurry, the angels will break the warding any minute," Dean urged Jack as he focused on opening the rift. He stood behind him with an angel blade ready in case the angels broke through the sigils before Jack was done.

"Dean, look," Sam said. He pointed to a warding that he had drawn and saw it seemed to be melting away.

"That's not good," he mumbled as he looked toward the center of the room where a shimmering line from ceiling to floor was starting to take shape. "That's it Jack, you've almost got it," he encouraged.

"I'm almost there," Jack groaned as he pushed with all he had to widen the small shimmering opening. "We need to go now."

Dean ran for the rift and pushed through it and Sam followed with Jack close behind. There was a loud explosion as the rift closed sending out a shock wave knocking the angels unconscious and stopping them from following and capturing Jack.

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Dean grunted as he rolled over and slowly got to his feet looking around him for Sam and Jack. He took in his surroundings and knew he was not in the apocalyptic world where their Mom was taken. He swore under his breath. He looked for signs of people but didn't see anyone else around. He began to walk through the woods trying to figure out where he could be and stepped out onto a road that he recognized. He was about a mile from the bunker of all things. With a huff, Dean started walking that way hoping Sam and Jack were there waiting on him. They were seriously going to have to work on Jack's sense of direction before they tried this again.

He walked to the bunker door and dug around in his jacket for the key so he could get in. Dean unlocked the door and stepped inside, letting it close behind him. He trudged down the steps looking around but didn't see anyone else there. It slowly dawned on him that the place didn't look right.

"Sammy, you here?" he called as he stepped from the bottom step. "Jack?"

"Stop right there, who are you and how did you get in here?" a male voice demanded as he stepped into view.

Dean's eyes went wide and he stared in shock at the man standing in front of him.

"Dad?" Dean gasped not sure he was seeing things right. He wiped a hand across his eyes and blinked hard several times before looking again, but his father still stood in front of him holding a sword out ready to use. The more he looked at him, the more he saw this wasn't his father. This man didn't have the hardened seasoned look that years of hunting gave you. He almost seemed soft around the edges and he didn't have that hunter vibe at all. "Dad, it's me."

"I don't know you," John said looking with puzzlement at the young man who called him 'Dad'. "I think I would remember you and if I had a son."

"This has got to be some joke. You can't be here because you're..." Dean started but stopped before he finished as the wheels turned and some of the puzzle pieces fell into place. "What are you doing here?"

"I live and work here," John said. "Better question is how did you get in? Only certain people have a key that will allow them entrance to this place."

"Well, guess what, I do," Dean said as his mind began to work in overdrive. "You are John Winchester, right?"

"Yes, that's right," John answered, lowering the sword slightly since it didn't seem Dean was a threat.

"Do you know a Mary Campbell from Lawrence?"

"No, don't know the name. Who is she? What would make you think I would? My work keeps me too busy for relationships."

"Men of Letters work?" Dean questioned.

"Wait, how do you know that? Few people outside of the order even know we exist."

"Man, this is going to sound really strange, but I come from another world and in that world I'm your son," Dean said slowly letting what he said sink in for John.

"No, no, that can't be true, you're some shape shifter or djinn trying to trick me," John growled raising the sword again.

"Whoa! No I'm not, your father's name was Henry Winchester and he was a Men of Letters as was his father and grandfather before him. You document and store dangerous magical things here. You have a wealth of knowledge scattered through this bunker. Through there is a library and kitchen and down those halls are bedrooms, storage rooms, a dungeon, and...And you have a garage here too." Dean rattled off. Even though he was armed, he didn't want to draw on this John.

John listened to him as he slowly lowered the sword knowing unless you had been in the bunker before you wouldn't know about all those things. He looked him over before asking, "Who are you?"

"My name is Dean Winchester and I'm a hunter, and in my world you were my father."

"A hunter, I should have known; you people are apes, crude and vile people who don't know your place. You cause more harm than good," he spat at him.

"Hold on, we save lives out there. We take the fight to the monsters and make a difference. Have you even met any hunters?" Dean questioned as he bristled with his words. He remembered how his grandfather, Henry Winchester, had first acted when he found out his son became a hunter, as did his sons, his grandsons.

"It may seem like it to you, but not to me," John spoke boldly. He had some basic training in hunting and fighting, but didn't think he could take this man down. He seemed seasoned and sure of himself and was probably as deadly as he looked.

"Look, you can believe me or not, but in my world my brother and I are legacies of the Men of Letters and we live in a bunker just like this. Our father became a hunter when a demon killed our mother and he raised us in the life. He spent his life looking for the demon that killed her and along the way took out monsters saving lives."

"Where is your father now?"

"He was killed by the same demon to save my life. I need to start looking for my brother, Sam, and our friend Jack. Are you alone here?" Dean asked looking around.

"No there are three others, Jacob, Mica and Luke. Jacob is on a supply run and Mica and Luke have gone to retrieve some cursed objects before they get in the wrong hands."

"If a tall, shaggy haired guy and kid show up, let them stay and tell them I'll be back."

"We don't usually allow outsiders. It's against our rules. That's why we remain secret and keep our work quiet."

"Have you though that maybe, just maybe, if you shared some of this knowledge you have squirreled away here and worked with hunters you both could make a difference to the world?" Dean asked getting annoyed by John's attitude.

John didn't say anything as he glared at Dean with eyes he knew so well. Dean had seen his father look at him like that once upon a time and it brought back sad memories.

"I'm going to go see if I can find anyone I know, but I will be back. I think I'm going to need your help getting back to my world. Oh, you don't by chance drive a '67 Impala do you?"

"No, why would I own something like that?"

Before he started up the stairs, he turned back to him, "I'm going to need some wheels, hope you don't mind. I'll bring them back."

Dean turned and headed toward the garage to find a ride, leaving John alone in the room. He was still slightly in shock at seeing his dead father, or a version of him, in the bunker and him being a Men of Letters. If he was here, he wondered where Sam and Jack ended up.

John watched the young man walk away wondering how he could help. It was unbelievable what he was telling him about coming from another world and he was his father in that world. He was at a loss at what to do and turned to head back into the library to do some research. He wanted to see if there was anything in their archives about other worlds and traveling in between them. This was the first time that he had run across anything like this before.

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The garage was pretty much as he remembered it with a few additional vehicles. He gave them a quick once over deciding what he wanted to take. His eyes came to rest on an Indian motorcycle and smiled to himself. He looked in the box by the door and found the keys for it and grabbed a helmet from a nearby shelf. Dean checked it to be sure there were no creepy crawlies before sliding the helmet on his head. He checked that it had gas and oil before stoking the engine a couple of times and cranking her. She roared to life under him and kicked her into gear before guiding her out of the garage and out onto the open road. Once he was away from the bunker, Dean cranked the throttle to let her roar and let her fly, feeling the wind rushing by his body and the power between his legs. It sent a thrill through his body and decided he needed to get out the motorcycle when he got back and take her for a spin.

After getting into town, Dean found a pay phone and checked with information for a number to Singer Salvage to see if it was still around. He got a number and dialed it listening to the call go to a voicemail that Bobby set up to leave a name and number and what you needed. He hung up knowing he couldn't leave anything on a voicemail that he had to go see him in person. He needed to see if he was still a hunter and hoped he would be able to help him. He pulled out of the gas station and set his sites on Sioux Falls and headed north.

The drive was long and tiring and it was late when he finally pulled into Sioux Falls. Knowing it was too late to go see Bobby; he found a motel and got a room for the night. Dean was tired, hungry and in need of some sleep. After getting a room, he walked across the street to a fast food place and got takeout. He went back to his room to eat and shower before turning in for the night. He would have to make do with the clothes on his back for now and hoped he could get this figured out before having to scrounge up more. Sleep came quickly and his mind was filled with dreams that had him tossing and turning in his sleep.

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The salvage yard looked like he remembered it from visiting Bobby in his world. He let the bike roll around the driveway and come to a stop at the front of the house. Dean got off and looked around, spotting Bobby coming out of the garage to look his way. He started walking toward him as he reined in his emotions at seeing him again. Dean knew it wasn't his Bobby, but it was hard not to think about it.

"Can I help you?" Bobby asked as he wiped his hands on an old rag.

"I hope so. I was wondering if you could help me with some information," Dean said. "It's for a hunt."

Bobby looked at him closely as his body stiffened and he looked him over for a moment. "Don't think I know you, you new to the area?"

"I heard you were the go to man if you needed some research for a hunt."

"Why don't you come on in and I'll see what I can do," Bobby growled at him, not letting his guard down with this stranger. He started walking toward the house and Dean fell into step with him.

As Dean walked into the house, Bobby suddenly turned on him and knocked him out. He got him up and sat him in a chair in a devil's trap so he could tie his arms to the arms of the chair. He quickly ran all the usual checks to be sure this stranger wasn't a monster or possessed. He didn't know who he was and wasn't taking any chances. Once he was sure Dean was human, he took a glass of holy water and tossed it in his face, waiting for him to wake up.

Dean sputtered when cold water was splashed into his face bringing him around. He looked around and pulled on his arms to find them tied to a chair. Bobby came into his sight and stared hard at him with his arms crossed over his chest. Dean shook his head slightly to get the water off his face and looked down at his arm where a small cut beaded blood and he was sure the water Bobby used was holy water. This might not be his Bobby, but he sure acted like it.

"So ya wanna tell me who the hell you are?" Bobby asked.

"I guess you did all the usual tests and know I'm human," Dean sighed. "Even in this world you haven't changed much."

"Bobby, I'm home," a female voice called from the foyer.

Dean recognized the voice and looked that way as Sheriff Jody Mills walked into the room, looking from Bobby to Dean tied to the chair.

"Wanna tell me what's going on dear?" she asked moving to stand beside Bobby and give him a kiss.

Dean looked at the two of them with surprise when he saw their relationship seemed more than it had been in his world. He slowly looked around the room and realized it was cleaner than his Bobby's place had been in his world. Most of his books were arranged on bookshelves that sat around the walls of the room and some were stacked neatly in the corners. He looked again at both of them and noticed Bobby seemed more together too and figured it had to do with Jody. Dean hoped he could convince them he was one of the good guys or this was going to get messy.