Previously: Dean wakes up in Standford University. It's 2005 and no one can see or hear him. Castiel appears and Dean learns that something is after him, so the angels have put him here to keep him safe. He has been put in a memory-like reality where he has nothing to do but to watch over the events of his life.
***For disclaimer and info see Chapter One***
The words replayed over and over in Dean's head.
"Then what am I supposed to do?"
"Reflect."
Reflect? Was he supposed to just watch his life on replay? His tragic, haunted life? Dean was pacing along the sidewalk. Castiel, of course, had vanished. Dean was alone now. And there was nothing he could do.
Well he wasn't exactly alone. He still had Sam…technically. But still, he would have to watch everything happen all over again. Everything from all those lives they just couldn't save to all the deaths that surrounded him. Jess's death…John's death…Sam's death… And maybe even his own. He just couldn't do it…
And then Dean saw it. His baby was rolling down the street, AC/DC blaring from the speakers. His beautiful black 1967 Chevrolet Impala was cruising down the road at a reasonable pace, enough for Dean to see himself inside.
"Well look at that handsome son of a gun." He said out loud, still staring at himself. He looked like a younger, more carefree Dean. But that was his old self, he thought, and he wasn't the same person anymore. He didn't have to try and keep up with the car, it was only going half a mile an hour. He saw himself, singing along to Back in Black, and tapping the drum beat on the steering wheel. Dean smirked. If only he could just tell himself not to go ask Sam for help, then maybe Jess would be alive, and Sam would have been the typical college boy while Dean and John stayed out of his life. But as much as he hated himself for thinking it, he was happy that he got Sam back in his life, even if it took the death of Sam's girlfriend to make that happen.
Dean followed the car until it parked in an empty lot near Sam's building. Dean watched himself sit in the car, just staring through the front window. He say himself rub his hands over his face in frustration.
"Come on Dean! Just ask him for his help. It's for dad. He'll understand."
Dean suddenly remembered this moment. He was nervous about seeing Sam. He hadn't talked to him or seen him for a long time and didn't even know if he would even want to bother hearing what Dean had to say. He had the guts to drive here, but that didn't mean he wanted to get out of the car. He watched himself sit there for a few more minutes, until, finally, Dean saw himself get out of the car.
Getting into Sam's apartment wasn't hard because the window was left open. But finding where Sam was, without making any noise or turning on any lights, was. Dean watched as he saw himself walk around aimlessly into rooms then out of rooms. He tried not to make noise but that was virtually impossible due to the fact that he had no idea where anything was. He saw himself walk into an open room, only to see Sam start to attack him. He put up a pretty good fight, and managed to pin Sam to the ground, but only to have his little brother do the same to him. Eventually, Jess turned the lights on and Dean finally got to see Sam and himself in good light.
They were both younger. Sam's hair was shorter, and Dean's was wilder, almost like he had been experimenting with hair gel. There were fewer scars and cuts and bruises. Sam even looked a little shorter, though not as short as Dean. His little brother still looked like the Sasquatch compared to him. Dean looked over to Jess. She looked exactly how he remembered her- messy, long blonde hair and a skimpy Smurfs top and shorts. As she began talking, Dean saw himself checking her out. He smirked and tried to concentrate on the conversation that was going on, but he couldn't. He was too overwhelmed by the sight of his little brother and his younger self. And before he knew it, he and Sam were back at his car, still arguing over John and their childhood. Reluctantly, Sam agreed to come on the hunting trip with his brother, and Dean waited with himself while Sam went to get his things.
Dean leant against the Impala. It was cold and he should have been able to see his warm breath in the air, but he was invisible to everyone else, so his breath must have been too. He could hear his younger self let out a sigh of relief from within the car.
"Well that went well."
He had never realised how nervous and hard that moment was for himself. He was happy that Sam was going with him, but he was nervous because he hadn't been with his brother for so long. He was afraid that too much of John had rubbed off on him. Younger Dean fiddled with his box of cassette tapes, until finally deciding on just playing the radio. He chose a general hits station. He wasn't sure on what type of music Sam was in to, but as long as it wasn't bubblegum pop he could stand it, at least for a while. Dean wasn't sure on what to do. He would have to get in the car somehow to follow himself and Sam, but he wasn't sure on how to. He had crashed through that nerd red head kid's door before but he wasn't sure if he could do that again. But then how would he follow them to Jericho? He couldn't drive a car and even if he did manage to get in the Impala, how would he get out? He sighed. What was he going to do?
Dean was just standing there, waiting for Sam to return, when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. His hunter instincts told him that something was wrong. He looked into the car. He saw himself tapping along to 'Bad Medicine' by Bon Jovi. He looked around. Sam was nowhere to be seen. Then he saw it again. This time, he was sure that it was a person. He walked over to the stairwell where he had seen it. He walked under the cover and searched around. Nothing. He sighed. Of course it was nothing. And even if it was, why should he care? Nothing was going to see him. So he turned around to head back to the car. He was within a few meters of it when he heard footsteps. It sounded like the clacking of high heels, so no way was it Sam. He spun around and then he saw her, and he knew at once, that she shouldn't have been there and that's she could see him.
She looked about 21 years old was tall for a girl her age. She was almost the same height as Dean. She had long dark chestnut hair that fell in loose thick waves down her shoulders and back. She had large dark blue eyes that were framed by her thick black eyelashes. Her facial features reminded Dean of a pretty Italian girl he had once had a fling with. She had a large curved nose, but not too big that it made her look funny. Her lips were curved up slightly at the edges and were perfectly full and pouted. Her arms were crossed against her chest and they covered her loose dark blue top. She wore black skinny jeans and bright red heels. She also wore a cropped leather jacket, that was as black as they night sky. She stared at Dean and smiled.
"Do you have to stare?" she said. Dean shook his head as he came back into reality. He hadn't realised that he had been staring at her.
"You…you can see me?" he asked.
"Well, duh."
"Who are you?" he asked the mystery girl.
"Hannah Patridge." She said bluntly. That didn't answer Dean's question.
"I mean, why are you here? How can you see me?"
She sighed and walked closer to Dean. "To tell you the truth, I have no idea. All I can remember is running into this red head girl and then she told me she had to protect me. And then I woke up here."
Dean immediately knew who it was who sent her here.
"Anna…" he said slowly.
"No…my name is Hannah." She said.
"Yeah I know that. Anna, she is the one who sent you here." Dean began pacing. If this girl was here, that would mean that the thing that was after him must be after her too.
"What else did Anna say?"
"The red head? Not much. Just that she had to protect me and it was of vital importance that I stay safe. Her exact words, in fact." Hannah was staring at Dean, who was too busy thinking to notice. She bit her lip and looked him up and down. He was so hot.
"Do you have to stare?" he said. Hannah snapped her head up and blushed.
"Sorry…so, umm, what's your name?"
"Dean. Dean Winchester" he answered.
"So, do you know why I'm here?" she asked.
Dean looked her in the eye. "Yeah. Yeah I do."
Her eyes widened. "So? Are you going to tell me?"
Dean sighed. "You better sit down."
"Why?" asked Hannah.
"Because what I'm about to tell you is confusing as hell."
