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Five Years Later

John shut the motel door behind him and went to the Impala. He fired up the car and drove to the nearest convenience store. It had been five years since he'd left Dean at Sonny's Home. Sam was seventeen now and quite the hunter, but he wasn't Dean. It had been harder to train Sam than it had been with Dean. Dean was a natural. John missed that.

John and Sam had just finished up a hunt. Simple salt and burn. Or at least, it would have been if Sam hadn't failed to refill the salt container. Little mistake almost cost the boy his life. He made it out alive, but he was beat up pretty bad, and as luck would have it their motel ice machine was broken.

John pulled into the parking lot and made his way across the lot to the little store for a bag of ice and some food. It was as he was walking back out to the car that something crazy happened.

An insanely bright light flashed before the senior Winchester causing him to drop all of his purchases. The light was followed with a high-pitched screech that sounding like a thousand dying dolphins. When he felt like the phenomenon had subsided, John opened his eyes. Standing before him was a dark haired man in a trench coat.

"I am Castiel, Angel of the Lord."

John stood dumbfounded. Not sure if he should grab the knife in his boot or start laughing.

"John, I need your help. We must rid your son of his unclean blood and by thus doing so, prevent the rise of Lucifer and the Apocalypse."

Now it was time for John to laugh. Yeah, it was a little weird that this thing knew his name but he was obviously missing a few screws in his head.

"Yeah, sure." John said picking up his groceries.

"I'm pleased that you are in agreement with this plan."

John put the sacks in the backseat of the car and looked over at the stranger again. Something wasn't right with this guy, but right now he needed to get back to Sam.

"Sam will be ok, for now. But we need to act fast before the other angels discover our plan, or the demons for that matter."

Hearing this psycho speak his sons name didn't sit well with John. He reached for the gun tucked into his waistband and pointed it at the angel's head.

"What the hell are you?" John demanded, not thinking about who might see him threatening a man with a loaded gun.

"I am an Angel of the Lord." Castiel repeated, slightly confused by Johns lack of understanding.

"No such thing as angels, try again." John said his trigger finger antsy.

A loud rumble and a bright light, and then John saw a flash of large wings appear behind the man.

"Like I said, we don't have much time. This will help you understand." Castiel said pressing his fingers against John's forehead. John was startled by the action but before he could make a move he was seeing things.

Mary. That night. Sammy. Yellow-Eyed Demon. Blood. Death. Hell. Demons. Lots of Demons. A man he didn't recognize, but who was identified as Lucifer. And then something that really scared him. His baby boy with black eyes. His Sammy saying yes. And just like that Sam was the devil. Sam stepping on his older brother's neck. Destruction. Desolation. Darkness.

Castiel removed his hand and watched John try to shake off what he had just witnessed. The two stood in silence.

"You're wrong," John finally managed to say, "Sam isn't a killer. He's not like that."

"Not yet." Castiel clarified.

SPN

"Stop! Stop, stop stop!" Robin squealed as she tried to escape her husbands tickle attack. Her chances weren't looking too good. Dean was strong and this morning he was especially playful.

"Dean!" She shrieked wiggling away from him. "I have to get to work!"

Dean stopped and looked up at Robin with the biggest puppy dog face he could manage. "Don't go."

Robin slid off the edge of the bed and walked over to the closet to finish getting dressed.

"Just because you get a day off doesn't mean I do too." She said. She wanted to stay home though. The diner could manage without her. No, she had to go. Every since she and Dean had married a few weeks back, she was taking too many days off. Just because she ran the place now didn't mean she could play hooky whenever she felt like it.

"What am I'm supposed to do without you?" Dean asked watching Robin don her uniform.

"Well, now that you ask," Robin turned around with a smile on her face, "the disposal is clogged, the light in the living room lamp needs replacing, there's a loose board – "

Dean started coughing, "You know I think I'm coming down with something."

"Mmm." Robin smiled.

"Maybe I should take it easy today. Sleep. Rest up."

"Oh, and what is it you're resting up for?" Robin asked with a smirk.

"Tonight." Dean said wagging his eyebrows.

Robin burst out laughing, "You're such a goofball!"

"Yeah, but I'm a sexy goofball right?" Dean asked as he wrapped his arms around his lovely wife.

"Well…I did marry you for your looks. You know I can't resist a sexy man covered in motor oil." She kissed Deans nose and laughed as he started back up his tickle attack. It was interrupted by a loud knock at the door.

"I'll get it," Dean sighed. He made his way through the tiny little house to the front door. When he opened it, he didn't like what he saw.

"Dean Winchester?" Asked a tall man in a suit, as he flashed an FBI badge.

"Yeah, that's me." Dean said. He wasn't sure if these were actual FBI agents or hunters. Either way he was nervous. His palms started to sweat. "How can I help you?"

"We have some…disturbing news." The agents stood at the doorstep in silence, waiting for Dean to allow them inside. He understood what they wanted and obliged. The three of them went into the little living room and sat down.

"What did you need to tell me?" Dean could feel his heart pounding. Had the feds finally caught up with John Winchester? Was it Sammy? Not a day went by he didn't think of the kid. What he was up to?

"Mr. Winchester. It's not good."

"Well?" Dean was about to burst if he didn't find out what this was about ASAP.

"Your father John Winchester, and your brother is Sam Winchester, correct?"

Dean nodded. It was odd to hear a stranger say the names of his family members. He couldn't even remember he last time he had uttered their names.

"Mr. Winchester, your father was shot a few days ago."

Dean let out a little sigh of relief, that wasn't so bad. Gunshot wounds were usually the least of their worries.

"He was shot and killed by a police officer. Mr. Winchester, your father… was in the process of torturing and murdering your brother."

Dean was going to puke. No, no, no. These guys had it all wrong. Lies.

"Dean?" Robin whispered as she knelt down next to him. She had been listening in to the conversation from the doorway of the living room.

"We would have contacted you sooner but it took us a while to track you down." The officers sat in silence as they let their information sink in.

"No." Dean whispered. "No, you're wrong. You must be wrong."

How could it be true? Had John really gone that far off the reservation? No! They were misinformed. It wasn't Sammy, John was torturing a shape shifter. Something supernatural that just looked like Sam. For that matter, maybe John wasn't even dead.

"I can't begin to pretend I understand what you are going through." One of the agents said in a hushed voice, "And I hate to spring this on you, but your brother, Sam, he is awake now and he isn't making much sense. We think he might have been brainwashed or he is in shock. With your father dead, you are his next of kin. The hospital needs you to sign off on a few things. Paperwork."

Dean nodded. He was speechless.

"Where is he?" Robin asked the officers. She had heard Dean mention his brother only a handful of times, and only when he was drunk. She knew that he kept his family very close to his chest. He refused to speak of them. When they were sending out wedding invites she thought he might want to send one to his family. Yeah, that suggestion didn't go over well.

"Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. 'Bout two and a half hours south of here."

Ok so here it is: this story will jump back and forth between what is happening "now" five years after Dean staying with Sonny and the different lives the two brothers lived because of the decision. There are going to be flashbacks and conversations about their different pasts. And then there will also be stuff about how they are dealing with life now. Just so you know what's coming.

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