AN: Wow, I did it again. Another early post. I tried to hold this one off a little bit longer, but alas, I was too excited to actually be writing again and posted it way earlier than I promised. Again, thank you guys so much for the faves, follows, and comments, it really inspires me to write more. It's been so long since I've done this I've forgotten how good it feels. In this chapter we're starting to hit a little more action, so I hope you enjoy it.

-GNS-

Chapter 3:

The diner they stopped at was identical to hundreds of diners Dean had been in before. It was lined with sticky red vinyl booths and smelled like hot grease. Dean walked in behind Henry, who followed Sam at a distance. The waitress behind the counter threw a sweet smile in their direction, "sit anywhere guys."

Sam slid into a nearby booth and Henry sat across from him, pulling a menu out from behind the napkins. Dean took a seat next to Sam, his shoulder brushing up against Sam as he pushed his brother farther in, a silent "gimmie some room" gesture. He was so used to the movement he didn't notice the confused looks he was getting from the other two men. Henry's brow was furrowed, and Dean realized this was probably not their usual sitting configuration.

"There's less glare from the window on this side," Dean lied, fishing the air for some excuse, "I still have a killer headache is all." Henry seemed to accept the explanation, but he still looked hurt as he scanned the pages of the menu.

"How's it going today, guys?" The waitress asked, striding over, notepad in hand. Her voice was sugar sweet, and she had smooth, dark brown skin and chocolate eyes. Dean was already leaning in to drop one of his tried and true lines, when Sam replied.

"Great, sweetheart," he said deeply, his mouth cocking up in a low smile. Dean was so taken aback by the exchange he didn't notice when she asked for his order.

"Ah, just a coffee for me," Dean answered, suddenly aware of her silent waiting. His stomach was still turning.

"Sure thing," She replied, noting it on her pad before turning to Henry.

"The cobb salad for me, and can I get the dressing on the side?" He said, snapping his menu shut, "and a water. Thanks."

"Mmm mm," the waitress, Susanne according to her nametag, hummed. "And you, sugar?" She continued, eyes on Sam.

"The bacon cheeseburger," he said smoothly, "and coke if you got it." Dean almost choked on air at his reply. Sam? A bacon cheeseburger?

"Is Pepsi alright?"

"That'll be just fine," Sam smiled.

"Alrighty, I'll put all that in straight away," Susanne finished, striding off. Dean saw Sam's eyes trail her as she left.

"Imma hit the head," Dean said suddenly, standing up. He had to get away from the crazy for a minute and compose himself.

He was finishing up washing his hands when he was slammed up against the side of the bathroom wall. "Who the hell are you," Sam hissed, arm barred against Dean's chest, the other clutching a silver knife against his throat.

"It's me," Dean insisted, "Dean."

"For shit you are," Sam growled, pushing the knife a little closer. "Henry might not see it, he idolizes you so much he can't even notice it when you're sitting in the car right next to him. But I had you pegged for a while now. What are you, and what are you doing with my brother?"

"Look," Dean reasoned, "I'm Dean, really. I just might not be your Dean."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Sam questioned. He eyes were hard and his extra height seemed to loom above Dean. It was, well to be honest, it was fucking scary.

"I don't know either, man," Dean said, "honest. This morning I thought I had woken up in a djinn dream or something. I'm just as clueless as you."

"A djinn dream? So what, you're from a different world?" Sam was still suspicious, Dean could see it in his eyes, but he pulled back enough that Dean could breathe again.

"Yeah, yeah I guess," Dean rambled, "but I have no clue how I got here."

"Why didn't you say something earlier?" Sam asked.

"Well one, I didn't know what the hell was happening. And two, I didn't want to be pinned up against a wall with a knife. Shit, look how well that worked out for me," Dean sad with a hard laugh, gesturing vaguely around him.

"So what's so different, about your world I mean," Sam seemed to believe him now, mostly at least. He was still cautious, but more relaxed than before, "you knew since this morning, so something had to key you in right away."

"In my world, I only have one brother," Dean said, "you."

Sam started laughing, which is not the response he expected. "That's rich, that's real fucking funning. You without Henry? Shit how's your heart even beating?" There was a bitter edge to his voice that Dean didn't understand.

"Look, I don't know what's happening here, I just want to get back home."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam trailed off, "we can discuss this more later. We've been in here too long already, and Henry will be worried."

"You don't want to tell him?" Dean asked, confused.

"Tell him you come from a world where he doesn't even exist? Hell no. It would crush him. He doesn't know you're not you, so we'll keep it quiet for now. I'll find some time to pull you aside later, and we can talk more," Sam explained. He was already putting the knife away and straightening his shirt.

"So what am I supposed to do between now and then?" Dean wondered aloud.

"Act like the guys brother," Sam answered, already on his way out the door.