Authors note: This chapter is an AU within an AU. Damn that bitch Meg for messing with Dean's mind so badly he doesn't know whether he is coming or going.

Disclaimer: No I don't own them but I do like to toy with them on occasion.

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Voices. Dean could distantly hear voices. He opened his eyes and looked around. The room was bright and furnished and he was lying on a queen-sized bed. He stretched his limbs as he tested the comfort of the mattress and settled back down. Folding his hands behind his head he closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep. A short time later a soft knock on the door woke Dean up again.

"Come on sleepy head Mom has breakfast started" a distantly familiar female voice called through the door. As he heard her walk away and Dean got up and stretched. Noticing he was only wearing boxers he looked around until he found a robe and slipped it on before heading downstairs. Once downstairs he was greeted by the smell of waffles, eggs and home fries coming from the kitchen. A woman, Dean guessed to be in her early 50's, was standing in front of the waffle iron pulling out a fresh batch. She turned to Dean as he sat at the table next to the blond girl.

"Morning sweetie. Do you realize how late it is? I was beginning to wonder if you were going to spend all day in bed. " She smiled at him as she loaded a plate with food and set it down in front of him.

"Thanks Mom." He said as she turned and walked back to the stove. Something in his mind clicked but he didn't comprehend what it was. Momentarily he was confused but his confusion was quickly replaced by recognition. The woman was his mother and the girl sitting at the table across from him was his sister Meg. Of course they were, who else would they be? He shook his head, laughed, and told himself he was crazy. Meg looked up from her plate and quietly smiled to herself.

'That's right Dean. You're home with your new family now.' She thought to herself as she watched him check their mother standing at the stove. Finally after about a second, he started to shove food down his throat like he hadn't eaten in days.

"Honey, there's plenty more where that came from." His mother turned around and admonished him as she caught him gobbling down the entire plate of food.

"Sorry Mom, I guess I'm just really hungry today." He looked up at her as he apologized. She gave him an understanding look back.

"Its ok sweetie, here let me fix you another plate." She picked up his nearly empty plate and loaded it up with more food. This time Dean took his time and savored every bite. A few minutes later she joined them at the table. Their conversation ran the gauntlet of weather and news, Dean's job and Meg going back to college. Despite the nagging in the back of Dean's head it seemed like a normal conversation to him. When they were done Dean offered to clear the table to which his mother quickly declined saying it was her job.

" I guess I'll go hop in the shower before heading off to work then." He said bending over to kiss his mother on the cheek.

"Dean, sweetie don't you remember its Sunday. Boy, I don't know where your head is today. I thought you wanted to watch the football game while Meg and I went to the museum." She looked back at him with a concerned look that only a mother could give.

"Sorry Mom, I guess I'm more tired than I thought. I forgot all about the game and the museum thing you two were doing today. You guys go and have fun." He rubbed his head as he spoke as the memory floated back to him.

"Now I left some lunch meat in the frig and there's some sub rolls in the bread box if you get hungry during the game hon. Also there's a couple bags of chips in the pantry and your favorite beer in the fridge, but please don't drink too many of those, you know how I feel about you drinking." She finished up her cleaning as she spoke.

"Yes Mom." Dean replied a bit too sarcastically for his mothers liking. She snapped a dishtowel at him in mock disgust.

"Dean Masters, don't take that tone with me young man. Now what do you say?" her hands on her hips as she waited for the correct reply.

"Thanks Mom." He gave her his biggest smile and leaned over to kiss her cheek again.

"Now go take your shower." She rolled her eyes at his attempted charm. Dean turned away and headed back up stairs. The hot shower felt good. The heat penetrating and alleviating the dull pain that was forever in his left shoulder now. Twenty minutes later he was dressed and wondering what to do between now and when the game started when he heard Meg call out 'goodbye' letting him know they were leaving. Alone, he wandered around the house aimlessly. He headed out to the garage thinking he might do some yard work when he spotted his '67 Mustang sitting in the driveway.

Climbing inside he tried to remember how he got the car. Visions of his father handing him the keys as he was about to go to college suddenly popped up in his subconscious almost on cue. He looked around at the pristine interior and marveled that this baby was his then paused at the memory of the man who gave it to him and what had happened to him since.

That night at the warehouse when his father was murdered was forever etched into Dean's memory. The robbery, the gun battle, his father laying on the floor bleeding to death played over and over in his mind for months afterwards. His father had missed dinner and Dean had shown up at the warehouse just in time to see two men trying to rob him. As he shouted a warning, the older gunman opened fire striking his father killing him instantly. The younger man then turned and started to shoot at Dean as he ran to his father. Dean dove for cover but not before he felt the sting of a bullet entering his left shoulder. The gunmen ran off and Dean was left to crawl to his father's side as he frantically called 911. Shaking his head he tried to clear away the memories as he absently rubbed his left shoulder where it was forever scarred.

Afterwards the police were no help trying to find the men responsible for his family's tragedy. Meg and his mother were holding up well but he felt he had somehow let them down. He and he alone had been in the position to save his father and he had failed. Now all he could think about was going after the men responsible. Their images burned deep in his memory and Dean knew what he would do if he ever found them. Dean opened up the glove box and pulled out the hand gun he had purchased shortly after his fathers death. The safety on, he held it in his hand and envisioned getting his revenge. After a few moments of staring at the shiny chromed gun he placed it back inside the glove box and locked it again. He spent the next couple of hours carefully washing and detailing his baby before finally going inside in time to watch the football game.

By halftime Dean had fallen asleep in the recliner and was racked by a fitful nightmare. Wild images flashed inside his head. Screams, blood, and oddly his sister Meg hurting him. Scenes of someone speaking in a unfamiliar language and even more frightening a creature with glowing eyes. He woke up with a start, his body tingling with a strange sensation. Trying to calm down Dean went to the frig and fixed himself a sandwich while he contemplated what his strange dream meant.

Shortly after the game ended his cell phone rang. Checking the caller ID he recognized the name and the number instantly. It was the private investigator that he had hired to track down his fathers killers. Dean flipped his phone open hoping the man had good news.

"This is Dean." He answered, his hand shaking slightly.

"Dean, Jack Rushing, I think I might have some good news for you." The mans voice sounded positive.

"You found them?" Dean asked trying not to sound excited but feeling his adrenaline start to rise.

"Yeah I have." The private investigator spoke quickly filling Dean in on the location of the motel John and Sam were staying at. "They're not alone, there's some woman with them."

"Who is she?" Dean asked momentary worried about having to deal with a 3rd person.

"I'm not sure. She showed up in the middle of the night and hasn't left yet. Somehow I don't think she'll be any problem." Jack tried to reassure him as Dean digested this new information.

"Thanks for all your help Jack, I really appreciate it." Dean took a deep breath and he contemplated his next move.

"Kid do me a favor and don't do anything stupid. Leave this up to the cops, okay? Don't make me regret giving you this information." Jacks voice was stern. He and Dean had had many a conversation about catching these men and Jack was afraid the kid would do the wrong thing now that he knew where the killers were. By the end of the conversation Dean had convinced Jack that he was only going to give the information to the detectives working the case.

Slipping the phone back in his pocket Dean almost ran upstairs where he began to throw some clothes in a duffle bag. He thought about calling his mother and telling her goodbye but he didn't want to worry her and besides she might try to talk him out of it. No…this was something he had to do, if not for his himself at least for his family. He hoped his mother would understand someday. He took a final look around the house, then walked outside and got inside his car. Pulling the gun out form the glove box he set it in between the two front seats. Comforted by its proximity he pulled out of the driveway and drove away from his home and family.

Shortly thereafter the women returned to find an empty house. Figuring Dean had just gone out with some friends, his mother didn't start to worry until way late in the evening when he hadn't returned. Meg sat and listened as their mother called all Dean's friends wondering where he had gone and smiled. She knew exactly where he had gone, after all it was she who was the voice of the private investigator.

Tbc

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Authors note: This seemed like a good place to stop. I know this chapter was all about Dean but I think he was due for one. Ummmm I wonder what will happen when he finally catches up with his real father and brother. Thanks for reading.