"Now that was not so bad, was it?" White said. "You were made to follow orders. Don't think I haven't forgotten what you did the last time we met." Dean stood, unable to move or look back at his family. How the hell am I going to get out of this one, he thought.
"I'll do anything you want, just let them go."
"I don't think so, 494. You tricked me once. I won't let you trick me again." White replied.
"They have nothing to do with this. Let them go."
"You are to be disposed of immediately. And as for your family," White smirked, "I'm sure they will be happy to know that they will be joining you very soon." White looked at Dean and smiled. Dean couldn't move.
John and Sam stared at Dean's back, unsure of what to say. This situation was already confusing as it was. They had no Idea what was going on. White walked up to Sam and John, pacing in front of them.
"It really is remarkable how he did this. If I didn't want 494 dead, I might have tried to find out." White snarled at them. Sam got the feeling that something was going to happen, especially to a guy named White.
Dean attacked so fast. White never saw it coming. He turned around, blood started to drip from his lip and nose. "Stay the hell away from my family." Dean replied. Although his hands where still shackled, he had managed to get the shackles off of his feat.
Dean spun around and kicked him again as White tried to shoot at him. John and Sam ran, they were not sure how they were going to fight with their feet and hands shackled.
"You don't have family, 494. None of you do." White went down with a thud. The backwards kick sent him backwards into the wall were he blacked out. Dean ran over to Sam and his father to undo the shackles.
"You have some explaining to do." His father said. "I know, but not here. We have to get out before someone notices. Sam, can you walk?"
"Yeah," Sam said.
"Good, let's go then."
Present time
Sam went to stand beside his father. "I'd like to know to Dean. What was that?"
Dean put his hands up to calm Sam down. They were in the middle of nowhere. They were far away from their captures. Sam, Dean, John, and the Impala where the only one's there. "You promise not to shoot me if I tell you." Dean joked.
"Dean." John Winchester was not amused with his son's antics. This time he has gone too far.
"Fine, but what I'm about to tell you can not get out to anyone. If you do, it would be as good as killing me right on the spot."
"Was it some kind of demon in disguise?" Sam asked. Dean shook his head. Ah Sammy, if things where only that easy, Dean thought.
"No. Now listen because I'm not going to repeat myself. My name is not really Dean Winchester, heck; I don't really have a name. My designation is X5- 494. I was"
"What kind of demon are you?" John cut him off. He took out the colt and pointed it at his son.
"Dad wait, let him explain." Sam said. John kept the gun aimed at Dean's chest.
"Go on."
"Right," Dean looked skeptically at his dad. "Um, God how do I explain this? I'm not Dean Winchester. I never was Dean Winchester. I'm a genetically engineered super soldier. My designation is X5-494. That was the only name I knew. I was created in a lab by Manticore, a secret military operation. I was raised to be the ultimate weapon, the ultimate killing machine."
"How is that possible?" Sam whispered.
"It's simple Sam. I'm not really your brother. Biologically anyways." Dean replied. John's colt was still raised but he did not know what to do. How could his son be telling him that he was not his son. He remembered Mary giving birth to Dean, raising Dean. How was any of this possible?
John felt betrayed. He couldn't even call this thing Dean any longer.
"Where is my son, 494?"
"I'm telling you that he never existed. It was me the whole time."
"So you're not Dean? Sam asked.
"I am and I'm not." Dean was hurt that the man that he came to see as a father referred to him by his designation. Sam saw the hurt look in his eyes and said.
"Do you have anything else that you go by?" Dean smirked.
"Well, a pretty lady by the name of Max named me Alec, after Smart Aleck."
