Story Title: Remebering

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING, but a girl can wish. *sigh* Sam and Dean ;D

Author Note: Set about a year and a half later. Ben is thirteen, it explains that in the story. Ben and Lisa haven't seen or heard from Dean, considering he had their minds wiped, that is a good thing. After Bobby's death (RIP), I loved Bobby =( Dean and Sam and not technically in this chapter though Dean is mentioned.

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Chapter 1: Birthday Surprise

_A year and a half later...

Ben glances at the clock mounted to the wall in his math teacher's classroom.

'Only five more minutes,' he thought to himself. Today was the last day of school and you could feel the excitement in the room. This afternoon was also him thirteenth birthday and he knew his mother had something planned for him.

The teacher droned on about something, maybe unaware that no one was paying the slightest bit of attention to him.

"Hey Ben," someone whispered. He turned to see Millie Northman. She was around his heigth with brown shoulder length hair. She was always really quiet in class, always writing in her notebook or doodling, she was real nice though.

"Hey Millie, what's up?" She seemed a little nervous.

"Well I wanted to tell you happy birthday."

"Thanks."

"Yeah... and show you this." Milled turned around and pulled out a large piece of paper from her binder. It was a really well done drawing. It was colored in a powerdy substance, if Ben's memory served right from art it was called pastel.

"Wow, that looks amazing." In the drawing Ben was standing next to a taller guy, smiling. The man had was grinning, his hand on Ben's shoulder.

"Who's the guy?"

"I don't know." Ben raised a brow.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I mean I don't know." Milled put the drawing on the table. "I had a dream last night and this is what I saw."

"That's weird," he commented looking at the drawing.

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"This guy looks like he could be my dad or something. We have the same eyes, the same freckles. Hell, we're even sort of dressed the same." Ben pointed to the details. Sure enough they had the same dark green eyes and light freckles. They both wore loose faded torn jeans. Ben had on a black AC/DC shirt. The guy had on just a plain black shirt under a short sleeved plaid button up. Ben looked a little younger than he was now, maybe ten or eleven. The only big difference between them was size. The guy had almost two feet on him, probably being aroun 6 foot or so and he was thick with muscles. In short, he looked like a guy you did not want to screw wth but he looked happy at the moment.

The bell rang and cheers errupted from the kids around tham and down the hall as everyone rushed out of the class.

"Well see ya, Millie." Ben grabbed his stuff and headed to the door.

"Wait Ben, here." Milled handed him the drawing.

"I can't take this, it's your's." She shrugged.

"Consider it a birthday present."

"Um, thanks."

"Sure but can I know your address? I have a feeling I might need to talk to you again."

"Yeah, it's 236 Oak Lane."

"Okay, bye Ben."

"Laters," he told her. As Ben walked down the hall he looked at the drawing and couldn't help but feel a little creeped out. It wasn't the fact that Millie had drawn him, he drew everybody. She was the school artist and had drawn Ben a couple times already.

The creepy thing was the guy. There was something familar about him that really bothered Ben. He made his way to the pick-up area, which was choatic, and to the side of the building where his mom always picked him up.

"Hey Ben. Did you have a good day?" His mom seemed happy about seeing him.

"Yeah, it was fine." He got into the passenger seat and strapped in.

"What's that," Lisa pointed to the drawing.

"It's a drawing from Millie Northman."

"Oh, Millie is the best artist. Can I see it?"

"Sure." Ben gave it to her.

"It's beautiful. Who is that man? He looks familar." He though of a quick lie.

"It's me. Millie said it was like a before and after. That's how she thinks I'm going look like when I'm older."

"It is a very close resemblance if I do say so myself."

"Yeah, it is?"

"Well, lets get home. I have a surprise for you." Ben smiled, momentarily distracted from the drawing.

"I thought so."

When they got home, Jeffrey Wilson, Lisa's boyfriend for over a year now, was waiting for them. Lisa immediatly got out of the car and threw her arms around him.

Ben couldn't say he hated Jeff but he didn't exactly like him either. Jeff was always nice and he liked Ben's mom so he had to deal with him.

"Happy birthday, Benji," he told him. That was one of one of the only annoyances, that nickname.

"Thanks, Jeff."

"Come on in, your mom and I have somethings to show you."

"Sure, let me just put my stuff up." Ben passed them in the house and went straight to his bedroom. The room was messy, like always, but that was how he prefered it. Ben could probably name where every single one of his posessions were located even in this clutter.

Ben threw his backpack next to his bed but took a long look at the drawing. He found a thumbtack in a drawing and pinned it to the wall. Ben noticed the way the unknown man's eyes looked. They were bright and happy, proud almost. He looked at himself, then began searching through a box of pictures underneath his bed. Ben recognized a photo taken around his eleventh birthday. He held it up to the drawing. His eleven year old self was an exact match but there was no man standing next to him.

"Ben hurry up," his mother called from downstairs.

He shouted back, "I'm going Mom." He looked back at the wall.

"What's going on," he whispered to himself. Ben put the picture down and with one last glance at the drawing ran downstairs to the living.

Lisa and Jeff were sitting hand in hand on the couch. Ben couldn't help himself from replacing Jeff with the drawing man for a moment. And he had to admit to himself that the scene in front of him seemed to look so much better when he did so.

Lisa stood up.

"I have a gift for you and so does Jeff. Then we can go out to eat at the place of your choosing." Ben nodded. Lisa handed him a thick envolope. "It's a little over five hundred dollars." Ben's jaw dropped.

"Wow," he said in awe.

"It's nothing, honey. I was saving all year." She moved towards Ben to give him a tight hug. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mom." Lisa backed away so Jeff could present his, well his present.

"Well Benji, I think you're going like this." He reached behind tthe couch and brough out a large shot gun.

A memory suddenly flashed through Ben's eyes. He was in a dark room, afraid, so afraid. There was a shot gun in his hands.

It was over before it even began.

"Whoa, you okay there Benji?" Jeff looked at him, his mom too, with concern.

"Yeah I'm fine." Jeff seemed to take that as a confirmation to continue.

"Well you know I hunt and I figure I take the both of you on a camping trip this summer." He smiled like it was the best idea ever. "I'll show you how to use it and everything."

"Cool, thanks Jeff."

"No, problem, Benji. The real problem was tring to convince your mom to let me get it for you."

"Yeah," Ben glanced at his mother. "I bet it was a pain to do that."

"Oh, yeah. Like you wouldn't believe." Jeff smiled and wrapped his arms around Lisa's waist.

"Well, I don't know about you guys but I am starving." Ben put his money in his pocket and headed to the door.

"Yes, let's go." Lisa motioned for everyone to follow her out the door. Jeff put the gun down and followed them. Ben glanced back at the gun, everytime he did it brought back that horrible memory. Where it came from, Ben had no clue.

He shivered unpleasently and followed the adult out the door.

A/N: So yeah... Ben is starting to remember. Ooooh! In case you don't know, that little flashback he's having is when the demons kidnapped him and his mom. Lisa got possessed by a demon and stabbed herself. Dean carried her out of the Crowley's building and had Ben carried the shot gun, shooting before they could get close to them.

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