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Chapter Six: Revelations

"Dean?"

Dean snapped out of his thoughts when he realized that everyone in the room was waiting for him to answer his mother's question.

"I already told you guys, I don't think she's a ghost. She's in heaven, happy for all eternity, playing harps and stuff. I don't even believe in all that ghost crap. I'm just writing a book. That's all"

"Dean," His father started, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else doing anything else. "Look, we've all been talking and we agree that you need help. You admitted to Sam last week that you haven't been sleeping well and we can tell that you're not eating properly."

"And we understand, dude." Sam held up his hands as if to fend off an upcoming attack. "We do. It's been rough on you."

"I know of a very good councilor." Jess offered.

"Dude, not an intervention my ass! You guys seriously think I'm losing it 'cause I'm a little depressed over the death of the love of my life?" Dean felt bad for other-Dean. He knew his family meant well, and that his own behavior had made the situation so much worse, but enough was enough.

"I said that we understand that! And you seemed to be getting better but now this?" Sam exclaimed. "We know that you're not writing a book. And I know what I heard you say in the bathroom a few minutes ago. You're tail spinning, man. We want you to get help."

"We just want you to be okay, honey." Mary Winchester added.

As he turned back the other-Dean's mom, an idea struck him. A way to get out of this craptastic intervention and see if Mary would be able to assist him.

"I know. And you're right. This is hard on me and I should really talk to someone about it."

There was a collective sigh of relief.

"That's great, Dean. Jess can give you the number of…"

"No. I'm not talking to no headshrinker."

"But you just said…"

"I need to talk, yes. But not to some stranger. I was thinking that the rest of you guys can hit the sack while Mom and I have a chat."

Sam seemed about to protest when Mary interrupted. "I'd love to help you, honey, but are you sure I'm the person you need?"

"Mom, you are exactly the person I've always needed."

She smiled at him. "Well, you heard my son. Off to bed with all of you." She turned to her husband. "Go on home. Dean will drop me off when we're done."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, now go." She gave him a long kiss, then stood next to Dean as he watched Sam and Jess wave goodbye and head to their rooms. A minute later the room was empty save for a mother and her eldest son.

They sat down on the couch facing each other. A moment passed as Dean tried to think of a non-crazy way to tell her who he really was. He was saved from the awkwardness when she spoke first.

"What's going on with you, really? You seem… off."

"You believe in restless, earth bound spirits." Dean said it as a statement, not a question.

"Yes."

"You believe in them because your family put them to rest. Among other things. Like, hunting vampires, wendigos, rawheads, succubus, and other monsters."

To her credit, she didn't lose her cool. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you were raised to be a hunter but left it behind to marry John Winchester and start a family. "

Now she did drop the act. "How do you know that? Have you been in contact with your grandfather? I'm gonna kill him."

"As much as I'd love to see that, no he didn't say anything to me. I know all this because I'm a hunter too."

"No." She shook her head. "You can't be. I never wanted my sons involved with that life."

"And they're not." He assured her. "I'm not your Dean. And before you go for a weapon, let me explain. I'm not from this dimension. Where I come from, you were killed by a demon when I was four. Dad got all vengeful and became a hunter. Sam and I were raised to do it too."

"That's not possible. Demons don't come up here. They can't. They were banished by angels long ago."

"And wouldn't that be nice." Dean muttered. "But I did mention an alternate dimension, right? 'Cause where I'm from, they pretty much run wild."

"Other dimensions? I've never heard of anything like that before."

"And now you have." Dean shrugged. He knew he almost had her convinced. "Look at me. Did your son have any of these scars?" He pulled up his shirt. Mary gasped. "Or what about this?" He pulled up his short sleeve to reveal the faded mark of Castiel's handprint. "Look into my eyes and tell me that I'm the son you raised." She stared at him long and hard. Dean shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny.

After a moment, she pulled him in for a tight hug. "Oh, honey, I am so sorry you had to go through all you've been through."

Dean relaxed into her, accepting the comfort. When he stepped back, they both had tears in their eyes. Dean swiped at his face, a little embarrassed, and hoped his lack of emotional control had gone unnoticed. "I need your help. I need to get home."

"What about my Dean? If you're here, then where is he?"

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. Never really thought about it before. I guess if I'm here…"

"Then he's in your world." Mary's eyes widened in dismay.

"Don't worry. Sam's got his back. I'm sure he'll figure out what's going on and keep him safe until we can fix this."

"And if we can't?"

"We will. I won't leave you son in that crappy life I live. Besides, Sammy needs me and I'm not letting him down by getting stuck here."

His mom laid a hand gently on his cheek. "You seem like a really great brother."

Dean shrugged. "Sam's all the family I got left, so we look out for each other."

"Your father?"

"Demon got him."

"Oh, you poor boys."

Noticing how depressed she sounded, he tried to sound upbeat. "Well, it's not like we're alone or anything. We got our friend Bobby. And then there's Cas."

"The angel Sam heard you calling to?"

"Yep, that's him."

"Your life seems strange… even for a hunter."

"You have no idea."

"Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Everything. We can't do any work on your problem tonight, so why don't you tell me all about your life and I'll tell you about my Dean. It will make it easier for you to fit in and not make my family think that my son should be fitted for a straightjacket."

Dean smiled. "Yeah, sorry about that. But you know, I'd've done so much better if this house wasn't being occupied by the world's nosiest couple."

"They're just concerned. They love Dean and he's been through a rough time."

"What happened?"

Mary sighed sadly. "Dean got sick. He thought it was just a cold so he ignored it. The next thing you know he was in the hospital with pneumonia. His fever was very high and both his lungs were filled with fluid. We thought we'd lose him. The kids were staying with John and me during the day so that Melissa could spend most of the day with her husband. We'd go there early mornings and late evenings. His condition was critical for days before he started to improve. The day before Dean was going to be released from the hospital, I got a call from Melissa. She said she was going to be late picking up the kids because her car ran out of gas and she was going to walk to the gas station nearby. I offered to drive her, but she said it was only a five minute walk from where she was. The next call I got was from the police. Melissa had walked into the middle of a robbery. Both her and the attendant had been shot dead." She paused, blinking back tears. "Dean was a mess after that. I think the only thing that held him together was the children. He forced himself to be strong for them."

"I'm sorry." Dean had no clue what he was apologizing for, it just seemed like the right thing to say. "How did the kids handle it?"

"Rebecca knows that her mommy had to go away and is living with the angels. At first she would ask my son when her mommy would come back home, but I think she has figured out that it isn't going to happen. And Nick… he cried for his mommy for days. Then he just stopped. He didn't speak at all for a long time. He only just started again last week. It's hard on them, but Dean's doing a great job helping them. I just fear he's not taking as good care of himself."

"He'll be fine. Us Dean Winchesters are fighters."

"Which brings me to my questions about your life."

"Where do you want me to start?"

"From the beginning"

"Then this could take awhile."

…

…Supernatural…Supernatural…Supernatural…Supernatural…Supernatural…

…

Dean stared into the man's… no the angel's… very blue eyes. He didn't look like what Dean had imagined an angel of the Lord would. Then again, he wasn't sure what exactly he had been expecting, but it definitely hadn't been a man in a trench coat. After a couple of seconds, the Castiel's eye turned suspicious.

"You are not Dean Winchester. Your soul is similar, but while it has known sorrow, it is unscarred. What are you and where is Dean?" The angel's voice was low, gravely, and more than a little scary.

"He's from an alternate dimension." Sam stepped up next to Dean, and the older Winchester relaxed with his presence. "We think our Dean is where ever he came from."

Castiel stared at Dean. "Is this your doing?"

"Dude, do you really think I'd choose to come here?" Then he realized that his tone was a bit sarcastic for a man speaking with an angel from heaven. "Sorry, I meant no disrespect. It's been a rough day."

"I accept your apology. And what you said makes sense. This must've started from our side not yours." He turned his piercing gaze on Sam. "I know what you are thinking and no, it was not the work of any angel."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

"Well then, what else can do somethin' like this?" Bobby questioned.

"There is not much that has that kind of power. It must be old and would most definitely have left a mark on Dean."

"Well, Dean's not here to look over for any magic marks."

"Yes, he is." Castiel stared at Dean.

"But you guys all agreed it started with the other Dean." He protested.

"But it has affected you both. Is there any spot on your body that feels strange?"

"Strange how?"

Bobby stepped over, interrupting whatever the reply would've been. "Ya mean like a phantom pain or somethin', right?"

"Yes. Although this Dean Winchester was not the target, he would bear the same transdimensional mark that was inflicted on our Dean to set this all into motion."

"In other words, do ya feel any spot that hurts or itches for no reason?" Bobby asked him.

Dean though about it for a moment. He tried to ignore the pain from his recent injuries and focus on anything else that felt uncomfortable. His attention was drawn to the back of his right hand. There were light fingernail marks on it where he must've been unconsciously scratching at it. Castiel must have noticed as well, because he grabbed the hand and held it up close to his face, studying it intently.

"There is something here."

"What is it?" Dean asked, somewhat fearfully. He hadn't even had any time to come to terms with all that had already happened and now it looked like there was something wrong with him.

"I can find out, but it may hurt you a little."

"I trust you. I mean, you're an angel and all, so do what you have to."

"You have great faith. It is very welcome."

Sam rolled his eyes. "No, Cas, you can't keep him."

Castiel ignored him and touched two fingers to the back of Dean's right hand. Dean cried out as he felt a stabbing, burning pain. The skin broke open in a small puncture wound, which immediately healed over. The veins in his hand seemed to almost glow, then a weird jumble of lighted symbols appeared briefly on the skin before fading away. As soon as the angel released his hand, Dean clutched it to his chest tightly, pain and shock written across his features.

"What… what was that?"

"Very old magic that could only have come from one being."

"You know who did this?" Sam asked.

"Yes. And I know why. It was a rather ingenious plan."

"Ya care to explain it ta the rest of us?" Bobby sounded annoyed.

"I don't know what he calls himself, as we always referred to him as 'the abomination'. He is the child of two human hosts; one demon possessed and one containing an angel at the time of his conception."

"Wait, why would an angel get it on with a demon?" If he hadn't been feeling so lost, Dean would admit that Sam had posed an interesting question.

"That does not matter. The child was born with skin as black as night and a soul to match. We tried to eradicate it, but could not. He is almost immortal."

"Almost?"

"It is said that one day a bloodline would lead to one who could destroy him. The adversary. It is safe to say that the abomination believes that your brother is that man."

"But why go through all this?" Dean asked, finding his voice once again. "I mean, no offense but wouldn't it be easier to just kill him?"

"Yes, but it would disrupt his plans. There is a ritual that will grant him the ability to absorb the power of any demon or angel he touches. But it can only work at a certain time and only if the adversary lives. I do not know the specifics, but now must be the time. And if Dean is not here, there is no one who can stop him."

"We'll find a way."

"Do you really believe than you and Bobby can succeed where all the angels of heaven could not?"

"We have before." Sam shrugged

"Uh, can't you just send me home? If you got your Dean back, it would solve all our problems."

"You are both tied to each others dimension by the magic that exchanged you. The only way to break it is by destroying the one who cast the spell."

"But you said that only the other Dean could do that."

"So let me get this straight" Bobby cut in. "The only way to get our Dean back is to kill the guy that can only be killed by our Dean?"

"Yes."

"Does it have to be the other Dean?" Everyone turned to stare at Dean. "I mean, if it's all about bloodlines, wouldn't I work just as well."

"He makes a very good point." Castiel nodded once.

"No, no he doesn't." Sam argued. "He's untrained and doesn't have a hope of defeating something as powerful as you say this guy is."

"If it's the only way for me to get back to my children, I'm willing to try."

"It's crazy!"

"All of this is crazy!" Dean pointed out. "But we need to do something."

"Cool down." Bobby stepped in between them. "Let's do some research and see what Dean was supposed to do to kill this bastard. Then we'll take it from there."

Both brothers nodded, although they certainly weren't happy.

"I will see what more I can learn as well." Castiel stated before disappearing.

Bobby placed a book in each of the Winchesters' hands. "Let's get started."

Author's Note Part Two: Hope you all enjoyed this. And please, if you don't mind, take a second to review. Thanx.