Hello my readers, it's hasn't been that long since I last published the last chapter. But, I will type this one for you to keep it real between the times I publish stories and keep updates on what do. First this next chapter will now go into the grey zone of between here and there, also it may not be as long as the last one but I promise you the next chapter I will type up a storm on since it technically gets into the main plot. It may sound confusing but this is The Choice that will determine on Dean's behalf and it's all up to him to decide which road to take. Now without further ado here's yet another chapter. Enjoy.

Note: I don't not own any of the Supernatural series or Highschool DXD.

Dean Talking "..."

DeanThinking '...'

Draig Talking [...]

Draig Thinking '...'

Finding A New Purpose

Chapter 2

'Well it's a couple of ijgits that came inside my door...'

'It doesn't matter any more you're my brother and I'll always be there…'

'My name is Azazel…'

'Did dad tell you anything before…?'

'This one's for our mom...'

'Dude you suck…'

'My name is Castiel and I'm….'

'I am vessel…?'

'Sam that's not it…'

'I tried to push it away but it keeps coming back…'

'I am not an angel anymore…'

'You don't even see it do you…?'

'I am going to find whoever did this…'

Dean's head felt like it was bristling with memories that was alternating between good and bad, just flooding him like a river. Dean's body felt light as paper like he could float away, but he couldn't see the place just plain dark. Still, it was warm where he was so he wasn't complaining because he wasn't hurting anymore.

It just...Him and he was reliving his memories that were exotic enough that it just pushed to and from, then shifted to one peculiar time which left a big scar on his heart.

'We're family and family doesn't leave one another…'

Dean felt such a hypocrite at that moment that it made him want to punch anything or anyone that got in his way.

When he felt all that hate, loathful, rage build up inside of him. It made the blood start pumping that it rushed in his ears nearly colored his mind, that he had to shut his eyes to try to calm himself since there was no point in getting mad at anything, anymore.

While he calmed he thought of where he was until it occurred to him he just might have died and went someplace like a waiting room until he was put into either heaven or hell.

'Or Death was pissed at me enough to toy with me in this void until the end of time by just floatin here reliving my life'

That was also a frightening possibility of not escaping Death's grip and by being tutored through his memories until he goes insane. Dean was going through different scenarios that involved more horrendous alternatives which leaned more on the bad side until he felt weight on his body more specifically his but, then he opened his eyes to see a index finger pointed at his head as if accusing him of something, which Dean's been accused of many things but not by someone pointing at him like he was the bad guy.

The finger was attached to an old man but Dean couldn't see anymore since the man's finger was making Dean cross-cross his eyes giving him a headache. Dean then regained his ground by thinking and clicking out ideas, while piecing things together on what the hell he was doing here. Things like this happen to Dean so it's not too surprising he's been in situations like this before, but this one was certainly new.

So Dean the ever so witty detective asked the basic question that involves a subtle approach, "Who the fuck are you?"

His way of talking to people and definitely not his best.

Still he felt something wrong, it wasn't the way he said it (maybe), it was the way his voice threw him off like he was vocalizing some cartoonish mouse. The old man's finger finally shoved off from Dean's face so now the Winchester could get a shot of the man: He was average grampa you would find at a retirement home with a long white beard that reached his neck with a slight blondish but white mustache that connect with the rest of his facial hair. His hair also long enough to grow behind his back which is white with a few blonde streaks. His demeanor was someone that would've been a lumberman at one point from wearing long sleeved red/black squared shirt under a green vest paired with blue pants.

The guy seemed strong and had the look to go with it, but his eyes told him that he was someone that lived a good life. From the old man's expression Dean would say he would be as jolly as the man spoke, "Someone who's giving you the life you deserve."

Dean cocked an eyebrow at him, not getting the fuck he's talking about. The old man continued, "I am returning the favor, not that you'll understand, but it is the right thing to do and it's a request from my family." Dean was about had enough of this who and what from Obi Wan, "What the hell are you talking about?"

The old man reached over and touched Dean's head which to Dean's confusion realized how small he was from his spot. "If you let me explain, then I'll answer the questions you'll have at the end, is that alright Dean?" The Winchester didn't know but he felt happy when the elder man's hand touched his head like he was being praised by someone he wanted attention from, but his training kicked in and his attitude came back while he 'tried' to swat the man's hand off him, "Just fucking tell me."

The old man smiled and explained by using both his hands like he was telling a bedtime story and Dean could tell that this was going to take a while, "Once a time before that, there existed a god. This entity loved everything so much, that his love grew forth other beings, so he created love for others than himself. It shaped and sifted to other creations which brought forth prosperity on Earth. But the love didn't stop growing and soon all the love overwhelmed everything that it gave birth to its opposite: Hate."

"Soon over the millenias these emotion spread like fire and the creator was left with nothing but guilt that his love created something terrible by loving something more than others. So he made a choice for the better of all: He hid away from the world."

"After countless eons the truth about his past was revealed and soon the world was to know about God's other that was with him during the beginning: His sister the Darkness. She was imprisoned by him for fear of his creations and locked away until one day she broke free by his most prized creature: Man."

"His sister threatened to drown the world back into darkness and this time taking him too… But there was hope." He lowered his hands to his chest as if holding a small child in his arms, " Where two small" he said in a low voice that ran strong emotions in his eyes, "Creation convinced the Darkness to spare the creator by showing the love of family to her. She relented, so she and the creator talked."

"They were happy, like a family then the Darkness spoke of a plan to give those two people the peace they deserve. Nothing worked since these two fates were set in stone the day they were born and by changing fate would destroy everything that God has built."

"So they talked about the possibility of going to a time where nothing would break when changed, so it was decided one would live the normal life he desired and the other will have the second chance to find a new purpose."

"It may be cruel but I knew you would do anything for your brother and for him to be happy, would you give it to him?" When he finished Dean was awed by the man's...God's proclamation, still there was a few questions that needed to be answered.

Dean, "Why would I accept something that would tear me apart from my only family?" God just smiled to him and said, "Because you know that if Sam were to have a good life that it would be better off without you. As bad as that sounds, you wouldn't want to interrupt his life as of now, if you went back. Then it would just lead the both of you in the same direction as it always has." Dean could only mentally agree with, him since Sammy was better off without him and he's said it several times too. But there was always the family part that been killing Dean that he just can't leave him there all by himself, then again he would do anything for his brother to be happy now that he has a chance.

Dean, "What about heaven and hell?" The one thing he's worried about is the creatures of the night coming back out to stop Sam from having a normal life. God answered, "I will take back the heavens and rule once more but with less contact than you think. This time I'll send out my messengers to do their work and will now be more influential with man. Plus, I'll have the world be protected by the angels once again and this time I'll put them in their right places. Sam will have an archangel guarding him if the things come to close to him." Dean speculated and realized that God will give Sam the total 24 hour watch that he's needs to not ever be contacted with anything that that could harm him.

But there was that one thing bugging the back of his mind, "How do I know you're telling the truth or even believe you on all this? How do I know your God and not some other monster?" God only reached into his jacket's pocket to pull out a glowing white light that was attached to a black chord. Then God flicked his finger down as if to turn off a switch, which funny enough made the same sound and the light blinked out to reveal the amulet Sam gave to Dean that Christmas long ago. The same amulet that he wore for the last 21 years to was a symbol of his brothers love and apparently the only thing that could find God when it was near him Castiel stated.

Here it is in the hands of the man himself. Dean reached over and grabbed his necklace from him and just stared at it like an old photo. Then without warning he felt his eyes water as the tears fell out onto the ground and his amulet. Dean rarely cried because he was strong to the point of unbreakable. Now he learned the Sam Can have the normal life without him, but he still asked anyway to be certain, "Will Sammy be happy?"

God smiled beautifully, "Yes, he will." Dean nodded his head and cleared his eyes with one hand and looked at God happily and said, "Then I'll accept your offer." It wasn't a contract with a Crossroad Demon that involved sinister dealings, but one that gave him a happy ending.

The sun then beaked behind God's head which caused Dean to shield his eyes as God spoke to him for the last time, "Enjoy your new life Dean or I should say, Issei Hyoudou." Dean's vision adjusted to see God had vanish from his spot and for him to finally look around to see that he was sitting in a park on a bench with no one around.

Dean got off the bench he was sitting on to find that he had to leap off it to touch the ground. Curiously he looked at his hands to realize that they small as hell like they miniture sized. Now that he thought about it everything seemed kinda big, he moved to the playground to find one of those mirrors that hung around the areas. Conveniently he spotted one and was surprised by what he saw: An asian boy around 7 to 8, about 4'3', Brown hair that matched his eyes, wearing a red shirt and white shorts.

All Dean could do it was stare at it with disbelief like it was the most ridiculous thing he ever saw. God was really giving him a chance to restart his life by literally starting over. Dean could only fathom of the possibilities that this could have: School, Birthdays, Sports, Or even making friends, a childhood he always wanted. All of it seemed too good to be true, but all he could do is mull over the fact that God did 'this' (A gesture to his body) to him when he could've given Dean his old body at the same age as this kid.

Still instead of thinking about it too much he walked back over to the benches to find a black clothed tight wrapped bundle where God was previously sitting, along with a small note written in neat english reading "Walk your path." Dean looked at it questioningly before stuffing it in his pocket along with his amulet he's been holding, to unbundle the mysterious wrap God left behind.

What was inside made Dean confused as hell, his weapons he's lost back at Purgatory along with the Colt Dean was using there when Cas was sick. But he threw it away because they couldn't get anymore bullets, plus Cas was the one to find them when he used to have his angel juice.

Just as he was going to inspect them when he heard a voice behind him, "Issei-san, where are you?!" Instinctively, Dean snapped to attention and did an about-face that would've put even trained Drill Squad to shame, while hiding his 'equipment' behind his back.

An asian man in his early 30's wearing glasses came running toward Dean while waving his hand in the air as if trying to catch Dean's attention. Dean's first instinct was to be cautionious about the man in front of him, second was to reach for his dagger or gun in his hand for safety measures.

It goes without saying that Dean is still a little edgy because he just came out of Purgatory, the place was still fresh on his mind and like hell he was going to hesitate because he's in a younger body.

The man stopped a little out of Dean's reach to bend over while holding the armrest on the bench to hold himself up to catch his breath like he ran a marathon, while he rested he managed to wheeze out, "Son...Your mother and I have been worried….It's time to come home..."

…...Home…One word Dean was all distant from.

Home to Dean involves some cheap 3 star sex hotel along with Sam as they research a problem relating to monsters or unworldly destruction. Home to Dean is where Sam is, now that Sam is away, off to live a better life Dean also has to do the same. But it was easier said than done since his only family is gone.

For Dean it will take time to understand the situation at hand before he makes any choices on the course of his life. He's always been the rash one to go in headfirst then think about the consequences later but deep down in his gut Dean knew that he made the right choice to spare Sammy the pain of coming back to him only to drag him along to yet another problem relating to demons or angels.

Now that he thinks about it Dean's around the same age his mother and his house burned down all those years ago by that yellow eyed demon. It seems that God wants Dean to pick up when it all started.

Dean was never one to pray for anything heck even for gratitude but in a few rare occasions that happens Dean closed his eye and said, "Thank you." The man now identified as Dean's new dad walked over to him placing both his hands on his shoulders, making Dean flinch, not as bad as he would react, but just a little jittery.

The man lowered himself to Dean showing a face full of concern. His dad, "Son, why are you crying?" Dean for the second time felt the tears leak out his eyes but did nothing to cover or stop them. The man, his dad then embraced Dean into a warm hug that shocked Dean to his core, since he only allows an accepted few to ever once an occasion hug him (Garth included).

"I know that it must be hard to lose a loved one so soon. But Issei, it's better to make new ones and start all over to always remember the ones that you lost, but to also remember those that give you the warmth that you wish for. Never give up, one day, you may even see them again." Dean's heart was beating sadness and love so much it hurt. And the only way to fix it was to hug this man back which he did.

In this father to son (Not chick flick) moment of silence Dean reflected on all the good things that came out of his old life and he would make amends to do what he can to make sure he didn't make the same mistakes twice.

A real genuine smile creeped up on Dean's...Issei's face as he released his dad from the hold and spoke to his father, "Thank you dad, I really needed to hear that."

His dad only replied by rubbing Issei's head and taking Issei's free hand as Issei did his best by not conspicuously hiding the lethal weapons. His dad raised an eyebrow at it and pointed with his other hand as they walked home, "Issei,what's that?" Issei only response was the truthful one he could give, "Something my friend wanted me to remind them by."

His dad didn't pursue the topic, instead asked one more question as their house came into view, "By the way it's Friday and it's your turn to ask Kaa-san what you want for dinner."

Issei only turned his head away as he pondered tonight's main course only to smile and ask, "Do you think she could make some pie?"

Complete, not finished! (Don't think too much when I say it like that) But the count will continue to build as I plan ahead for at least a hell a lot more chapters then call it quits.

I would like to say that this chapter was the opening for Dean to his new life and how it came to pass that God wanted Dean's life by letting it not be so shitty. Nothing much to say except this is still the Prolong to the story which the opening will happen in the next chapter. You might be mad since I pulled the big guy in the story but think about it, it make sense. Since who else can travel through the multiverse and time travel without disrupting the balance and is in debt to the Winchester's? Sure what I pulled was considered a Deus Ex Machina, but come on, seriously?… When has ANY crossovers not be considered one?

Plus I'm one of those guys that want the story to skip ahead so expect a good chapter next time. Plus I wanted to discuss a few things on taste at this new arc so I would like the comments and advice as I progress into this story. Also I thought of a main plot that would Blow Your Minds literally but I would need Betas and such (If that's how it works) to get people to share my idea with so that we could work together one the story to get the idea moving. (I'm still new remember?)

So without delay (I hope) I will make the next chapter longer (I promise) than this one, since the next one will actually be the beginning of the story.

Hope you read and respond well (or not be straightforward) for me to think over about.

Until next time,

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