Title: Identity Chapter 2 of ?
Rating: PG13 I suppose, for minor swearing
Characters: Dean, Sam, Young Dean, Young Sam, Pre-Series John, Pastor Jim
Notes: Thanks http://michelle2007. for the great beta job! Takes place after Kansas City Shuffle. No real episode warnings.
Disclaimers: I own nothing, I just like to play with what's not mine.
Summary: After the events of Kansas City Shuffle, Sam and Dean are on a hunt for a cult. Once again, Dean can't keep his hands to himself, only this time he ends up traveling back to the past and trading places with his 10 year old self. Now Sam has to deal with taking care of a 10 year old, while Dean has to convince his father he is who he says he is.

Identity
Chapter 2

I watched Sam pawing through some papers as we looked around the barn. I noticed something that caught the light of the flashlight I held. Sweeping the beam back across I saw a statue of sorts covered in hieroglyphs. I moved closer to get a better look at it. Now, I've got a good head for symbols and one of them looked kinda familiar to me, so I brushed the dirt off to get a better look at it.

And that's when my day went to hell.

There was this blinding light that seemed oddly familiar. I think I heard Sammy yell something that sounded like, "Dean, don't you dare!" But I'm not sure because all I could really hear was a roaring in my ears. Then the lights died down and I was suddenly very very uncomfortable. I forced my eyes open to find that I was bent like a pretzel, squeezed in under some sort of shelf inside a closet. Frowning, I pushed on the door which thankfully opened. I hauled myself out from under the shelf, wincing slightly as I stretched out my muscles. It felt like I should know this place, yet I couldn't really place it. I was in a bathroom, that much was obvious. I recalled words my brother had spoken to me a few months ago.

"So next time you find a statue in a field that has writing on it, DON'T TOUCH IT!"

Well, the statue hadn't been in a field…he hadn't said I couldn't touch a statue that was in a barn.

Sighing I started to open the bathroom door, deciding I should figure out where the hell I was this time. The door however opened on its own accord. A little kid ran in the room shouting "GOTCHA!"

However he froze upon seeing me. Granted I had the same reaction to seeing him. There's something about looking at your brother, roughly age 6 that will cause you to pause for a moment.

"Well shit." I said, not really knowing what else to say. When I spoke it seemed to unfreeze him.

"DEAN!!! THERE'S A STRANGER!! DEAN!!!"

I winced and put my finger to my lips. "Shhhh! It's ok Sammy, it's me, Dean, I'm just a bit older." I squatted down so that I was more on his level.

He had other plans as he took off out the door, the whole time yelling for me. Well this just sucks, doesn't it? As I wondered how I was going to convince my child brother that I was not here to harm him, I heard a sound that was all too familiar. I heard the Impala pulling up out front. Which meant that dad was home.

Oh God, I'm gonna die. He'll kill me before I can even attempt to explain. I debated hiding back in the closet and pretending this had never happened. But that wasn't really an option when I heard the front door open and I heard Sammy screaming at his dad about a stranger and Dean missing. Well hell.

I checked myself over real quick. I was still armed, and I had my wallet on me. That was a good start. I decided I didn't want to have this confrontation with my father in the bathroom, so I walked out into the hall. I didn't recognize the place since we moved around so much that no one place stuck out in my mind. I could hear John shouting for Dean now, and decided to just meet this head on. So I walked down the hall and just before I reached the doorway, put my hands up for good measure.

"It's really hard to explain, but I'm your son, Dean Winchester." I called as I entered the room. As soon as I could see him, my heart skipped a beat. I really needed to stop running into dead family members that weren't zombies. It was rather creepy. Dad shoved Sam behind him, and had a gun drawn on me in no time at all. As I had expected.

"What the hell have you done with my son?" he growled at me. Inwardly I flinched as that was the voice he reserved for things he killed. Even though I had heard it a thousand times, I had never had that voice directed at me.

"Look, I'm your son. I touched this statue. I think it caused me to travel back in time and so I bet your Dean is with my Sammy. He's so gonna kick my ass when I get back cause he told me last time not to touch any more statues. I can prove it I swear!!" I got a little panicky as I heard the safety click off.

"I don't care who you are. Where the hell is Dean?" As I watched the finger getting a little too twitchy on that trigger, I made a decision that could cost me my life. On the other hand, it could be the only way to save it.

"Look, I've got your son, and if you kill me, you'll never see him alive again." I silently prayed that he'd buy it, and it would buy me some time to think. I could see him hesitate and that was good enough for me. I continued on. "If you ever want to see him alive again, put down that gun, and any other weapon you may have."

I put on my best 'I'm dead serious' look and attempted to stare him down. Which is not easy when you've spent the vast majority of your life taking orders from that man. I could see the options turning in his head and I knew the moment he had picked one. He slowly clicked the safety back on, and lowered the gun. He put it on the coffee table, then stepped back, making sure Sam was still behind him, but not in front of the door.

"That's the only weapon I had on me. Now what did you do with my son." My heart did that weird flip/flop thing again which was really annoying. He looked truly scared, a look I never wanted to see on my father's face.

"He's safe for now. Why don't you send him up to his room, and you and I can talk."

I felt like a bastard as I saw the scared look on Sammy's face as well. He clutched at dad's leg and let out a whimper. "Daddy, I don wanna go."

John sank to his knees and pulled Sammy in front of him. "Sammy, I need you to be a big boy right now and go up to your room. Don't you come down until I come and get you ok? Can you do that for me?" Sammy nodded and took off running for the stairs. A few minutes later the door slammed shut. John glared at me.

"Who the hell are you...no you know what? It doesn't matter because I'm gonna kill you just as soon as I get my son back."

If looks could kill...well you know. I pulled out my own gun, just for my own safety. I made damned sure the safety was never off, though I hoped he didn't notice. I motioned for him to go and sit in a chair, well away from where his gun sat. When he complied, I picked up his gun, making sure to pull out the clip and empty the chamber before setting the gun back down.

"Ok, so here's the deal. I'm your son, Dean. I'm 28 years old. Your 10 year old son is with my brother Sam, 18 years in the future. Yes it's my fault, a fact I'm sure Sam will not let me live down. I don't know how to fix it, but judging by the last time Sam will figure it out and fix it. It just may take a few days. So we'll just have to wait for him to fix it. Now you can kill me and possibly screw the whole thing up and never see your Dean again, or we can call a truce and say that if Sammy hasn't managed to fix it in a few days, we'll rethink the whole thing."

He was studying me. In the same way Sam does when he thinks I'm hurt but not admitting it. It was rather unnerving.

"So why shouldn't I just waste you now, you nut case?" he asked.

Good question...

"Well, aside from the fact that I'm the guy with the gun right now, there's the fact that doing that could make it impossible for Sammy to send your son back to you. Look, I don't know how to convince you I'm Dean. I mean, what would it take? Ok look, here's something that only Dean, Sam, you and Pastor Jim would know. When I was 10 you and I went on a hunt. It was a simple one, dig up a corpse, salt and burn it, re-bury it. No big deal. Sammy stayed with Pastor Jim. When we got back in, Sammy greeted me with a birthday card and a chocolate cake. Even though it was March 1st and my birthday is January 24th. But Sammy didn't know when my birthday was because we never celebrated. So for years he thought it was March 1st and when he found out the truth he got very mad and didn't speak to me for a whole day. But I made you go out the next week and laminate the birthday card he made because I didn't want anything to happen to it."

I'm not sure at what point it changed, but I could tell we were closer to him believing me than we had been before. I tried to remember something else that might help.

"Oh! And Sammy had named this rabbit out back, and I was practicing my shooting one day, and I accidentally killed it. Sammy cried for a week, but he wouldn't tell you why he was so upset because I had made him promise not to tell, since I wasn't supposed to be shooting when you weren't home."

Dad frowned and leaned forward just a bit. Then all of a sudden he sat back in the chair with a bit of a wide eyed expression. "Dean?" I could hear the confusion in his voice.

I nodded, lowering the weapon. "Yeah dad. It's me. When all this gets fixed, you may want to teach me that I'm not supposed to touch statues. Ever."