Dean was a little disoriented as he stumbled out of the diner. As he pushed open the double glass door, the bell above his head let out a small jingle, announcing his departure.

He woke up to a woman lying next to him and for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what her name was. His head hurt as he sat there, trying to rack his brain on what he had down the night before. All he could come up with, was hunting that Dijinn. He tried to focus on the details but the longer he was awake, the further away the dream seemed. But was it really a dream? It had seemed so real to him. When he had gone downstairs, he was shocked to see bills in his name. The address on them was for Lawrence, Kansas. The place that he had at onetime, called home. Then, he saw the picture on the mantle and he had to get out of that place.

When he saw that waitress in the diner, the way she moved and the way she smiled, Dean felt a strong sense of de ja vu. Like he knew her, somehow.

As he fished his keys out of his pocket, a smile slide to his face as he saw the glossy black paint of the muscle car. It was parked at the end of the lot, the sun casting its hue on the paint, making it sparkle. She had been a gift from his father and Dean lovingly restored her to her full glory.

As he had his hand on the handle, he heard a loud guitar riff coming from the pocket of his dark blue shirt. He slid it out to see the number and placed it to his ear. "About damn time dude, I've left like several messages."

"Dean? What's going on? Are you OK?"

Dean could hear the worry in his little brother's voice and knew he must have been looking for him. He opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. "I don't know..I don't know where I am."

There was silence on the other end and Dean heard a door shut and when Sam came back on, his voice was quieter. "What's going on?"

Dean cleared his throat and looked over at the photo that was face-up in the leather seat. "Well..uh...the Dijinn. It attacked me."

"The gin?" Dean could hear the confusion in the young Wincesters voice. Everyone was starting to act a little crazy. "You're drinking gin? What? You run out of scotch?"

Dean let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of the nose as confusing images flashed through his mind and he wasn't able to determine which was real and which was false. "No asshat...the Jinn. The...the monster? Remember? It..it puts its hand on me and I wake up..next to some crazy hot chick." He paused and glanced around him to make sure he was still alone.

"Who?" Sam chuckled on the other end. "Carmen? OH wait, she was last month, were you able to catch her name this time? Is she the next Mrs. Winchester. That makes what? Four in six months?"

"Sam.."

"You're drunk dean. You're drunk-dialing me again."

"I'm not drunk!" Dean barked as he slammed his hand on the steering wheel "Quit screwing around."

"Look, Dean, it's late. All right? Just get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow. OK?"

When he heard the click, Dean clamped the phone shut and tossed it on the seat next to him. He turned the engine over and the powerful car burned rubber on the asphalt as Dean took off from the curb. He took his eyes off the road and felt his throat constrict with emotion.

The Impala slowly drove down the street and he eyed the numbers on the curb. He really didn't need to know the numbers, he knew exactly what house was going to be theirs.

A two two story farm house with a huge oak tree at the front, sat at the end of the street. He shut the car off and slowly closed it behind him as he jogged across the street. When he stepped onto the porch, Dean held his breath.

He took his hand and banged on the door and waited for an answer. When a couple of seconds passed and no one answered, h e mashed the bell two times for good measure.

The light next to his head snapped on and he heard the locks slid open and then the door slowly creaked open. A woman with long blonde hair peered around the door, her blue eyes puzzled. "Dean?"

Dean felt his breath leave his lungs as he stared at her, trying to understand if she was real. "M..om?" His voice cracked as he was on the verge of tears.

"Dean," She opened the door a little wider and Dean could see she was wearing a long white night gown. "A..are you OK?"

"I..don't know."

Mary stepped back and moved her hand inside and gestured for him to come inside. "Well..come inside."

Dean stepped into the living room as Mary closed the door, unable to tear his eyes off of her. Is she really alive? His brow furrowed as he struggled to remember what brought him here. A life of hunting demons? No, that wasn't right. He owned a mechanic shop and he had a small condo just outside of town.

"I don't believe it." He walked over to her and hugged her tight as he closed his eyes tightly.

"Honey, you are scaring me.." Dean backed away from her and began to pace teh living room. "Now, just tell me what's going on Dean. Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"You don't think that wishes can, can really?" He stopped and shook his head. "Forget it." He walked over to her and pulled her into another hug. "I'm just...uh..happy to see you that's all." His face scrunched as he struggled to not cry. He cleared his throat. He released his hold on Mary. "You're beautiful." He chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

Mary smiled at him and placed her hand on his cheek. "You are still my little angel. Now, how 'about some pie?" She smiled and turned from Dean as she walked into the kitchen, her slippers swishing on the tile. Dean closed his eyes and took in the sound, remembering them so very well from his childhood.

He would lay awake at night and hear her slippers as she shuffled between his room and Sammy's. Once, when Sam was 7, he had chicken poxs and all night he heard his mom walk back and forth.

Dean shook his head as he sat down at the table, confusion on his face. No, his mother was killed when Sam was only 6 months old right? He looked up to see Mary walking to the fridge and taking out a carton of milk. If that was the case, then why was he sitting her at this very table eating some pie that tasted very real to him. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes as he shoved a piece of cherry pie into his mouth. Dream or not, this was freakin' awesome.