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"Dean, honey, time to wake up!" A woman called from outside his room. Dean groaned and pressed his face into his pillow. He really didn't want to get up. "Dean, c'mon, your brothers are ready to go," the woman called out again.

Dean's eyebrows drew together in confusion and he lifted his head from his pillow. His eyes widened when he saw that he was in an actual bedroom. He was lying on a twin sized bed with the covers pulled up. He looked around and saw posters of cars and baseball players covering his walls.

There were a few model cars on a shelf and some trophies on another. He didn't really recognize the room, but he suspected that it was his. It was neat and tidy and he felt really comfortable here.

A light knock had him switching his focus from what was around him, to his door. It cracked open just a little and then his Mom appeared. "Honey, you really need to get up. You guys are going to be late for school," his Mom said quietly.

His eyebrows shot up and he asked, "School?"

She chuckled, "Yes honey, school. You have to go. Sam and Alec are going to go with you to baseball practice afterwards, and then if you want to go to the shop before dinner, Dad will bring you home. Ok?"

"Ok," Dean replied slowly in confusion.

"But, you need to get up first," she said with a smile and then closed the door. "You have five minutes!" She called out as she walked away.

Dean sat there in shock. He was in an actual house, his Mom was alive, his Dad was alive, Sam and Alec were downstairs, they were going to school, and he played baseball. What the Hell? He felt like he should know what was going on, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He didn't have very much time to think about all of this though, he had to get up and get going. The sooner he did that, the sooner he could figure out what was going on.

It only took him two minutes to get dressed and ready to go; he grabbed the backpack that was lying on the floor, and then walked out of his room, which was actually on the second floor to their house. He ran down the stairs and was practically in the living room once he was on the bottom. He saw a little boy about 10 year's old sitting on the sofa watching TV.

The little boy looked up at him when he walked into the room. Dean knew it was Alec because his own green eyes were looking back at him and Alec was practically glued to the TV. Dean smiled and ruffled Alec's hair as he walked to the kitchen.

His Mom was packing up some lunches and Sam, who looked about 12, was sitting at the table eating cereal.

"Look who finally decided to get up," Mom said with a smile. She walked over to him and gave him a light kiss on his temple. He was just a little taller than her and it finally hit him that he was actually a teenager. If Sam was 12, that made him 16. No wonder he was going to school.

"You ok honey?" Mom asked in concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Dean reassured quickly.

"Ok," Mom said doubtfully; she didn't quite believe him, but she let it go. She handed him his lunch and gave Sam his and then called, "Alec! Come in here, baby! It's time to go!"

Alec ran in with a backpack slung over his shoulder. He grabbed his lunch and gave Mom a quick kiss on the cheek, and then headed for the door. Sam gave her a kiss too, and then followed Alec.

"Don't forget to go to the shop after practice ok?" Mom asked.

"Ok," Dean easily agreed. Then he gave her a quick kiss just like Alec and Sam had and walked out the door. Sam and Alec were both waiting for him outside and once he was there, they started walking to school.

"Do you think coach will let me practice with you guys again?" Alec asked hopefully after they had walked a few steps.

"Probably," Dean answered with a smile. He didn't know how he knew this, but somehow he did. Just like he knew the way to the school; it was just something he didn't have to think about.

"Hey," A girl suddenly said, walking up to them from the other side of the street. She had long brown hair and a backpack on her shoulder; Dean was shocked to realize that it was Harper.

"Hey," Dean replied in surprise. Sam looked over at Alec and rolled his eyes and they started walking a little ahead of them.

"You guys are later than usual," Harper said with a smile.

"Dean decided to sleep in," Sam said, looking over his shoulder.

"Ohhh," Harper said teasingly. She grabbed his hand as they walked and intertwined her fingers with his. He looked over at her and smiled as they walked hand in hand.

Dean looked over at Harper with a small smile and asked, pointing across the street, "You live over there?"

She looked at him in confusion and then replied, "Yeah…"

"And you walk with us every day?" Dean asked, keeping his focus straight ahead.

"Yeah, Dean, are you ok?" Harper asked, her eyebrows drawing together in concern.

"Yeah…I think I'm alright," Dean said with a small smile.

"Alright…" Harper replied slowly.

She didn't say anything else and Dean was grateful. He was really starting to get confused; he couldn't remember that Harper walked with them every day and he didn't remember that she lived across the street from them. He couldn't remember other things either, like what position he played in baseball or where exactly his Dad's shop was, but this still felt right. He would just have to go along with things until he could remember.

"I'll see you at lunch ok?" Harper asked; she was still looking at him in concern, but she was trying to cover it up.

"Yeah, I'll see ya there," Dean replied; he hadn't realized that they were already at the school. Alec and Sam were running inside, but they turned at the door and looked back at Dean and waved. He waved back with a smile on his face.

Harper suddenly stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. "You sure you're alright?"

He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her a little closer, "Yeah, I'm alright."

"Ok…" Harper replied doubtfully, but then she lightly kissed him on his lips and started walking for the door. "I'll see you later," she called over her shoulder.

Dean smiled, "See you later."

He watched as she walked away and wished that it was already lunch time. He shook himself a little, and then walked into the school.

"Hey," Harper greeted with a smile as he walked over to where she was sitting in the lunch room.

"Hey," Dean replied back, but he couldn't quite manage a smile. He was really confused after the first half of the day. Everyone seemed to know him; they smiled at him and said hi to him and he really only knew about half of their names.

"What's up?" Harper asked, easily detecting that he was in a mood.

He sat down across from her and leaned forward a little to whisper, "Everyone here knows me…"

Harper smiled a little in confusion, "Yeah…they have for a while now…"

"Why?" Dean asked.

Harper scowled at him, "You've gone here your whole life… and you play sports, people in this school like sports…"

"Oh…" Dean said, he still didn't know why that would make people know who he was, but he didn't want to keep asking about it.

"Dean, what's going on with you?" Harper asked seriously.

Dean took a quick look around the room at all the students that were eating. He needed someone to talk to about what was going on, but he didn't want to freak anyone out. He did think it would be better to tell Harper than his Mom; he didn't want to end up going to the hospital over this.

He took a deep breath and admitted, "I don't really know what's going on…"

"What do you mean?" Harper asked softly, her eyes scanning his.

"I don't know…I can remember some things, but…" he looked around again to avoid Harper's gaze.

"Dean," Harper said, putting her hand over his, "You can tell me, I won't freak out."

Dean huffed out a small laugh, "I don't know what position I play in baseball…I know I play, but I don't know what other sports I play. I know that Alec and Sam have been going to my practices all season and that Coach loves it since he can have them catch balls in the outfield or run the bases, but I don't know what Coach's name is. I know the stuff that they're teaching us, but I couldn't tell you my teacher's names. I knew who you were this morning, but I didn't know you lived across from us or that you walked to school with us…"

"Did you hit your head or anything?" Harper asked.

Dean shook his head no, "No…I don't think so…"

"Do you want to go see the nurse?" Harper suggested.

"No," Dean quickly denied. "No…I feel like I'm just missing something…maybe I just need to fill in the blanks…"

"Ok," Harper said. "You're the catcher."

"What?" Dean asked in confusion.

"I'm going to try and fill in the blanks," Harper replied with a smile. "You play catcher and you've played baseball since you were a kid. We used to play co-rec when we were five, which is when we met. Your Dad was the coach back then. You play soccer and you play basketball; you like both of them, but baseball's your favorite. Alec loves baseball, but he's an outfielder all the way. Sam likes soccer the best, but he'll play anywhere on the baseball field. Coach Turner can't wait for your brothers to get to high school so he can coach them too. I don't know who all your teachers are, but we can look them up. And my birthday's this weekend and you and your family are coming over."

Dean had started out with a small smile that only grew as Harper kept going. He actually laughed when Harper mentioned her birthday and she smiled back. She'd done just what she'd intended and made him smile.

"And I forgot your birthday," Dean finally said.

Harper laughed, "You technically haven't forgot yet, but I just wanted to remind you."

"Thank you," Dean said seriously. It helped that she'd filled in some of the things he couldn't remember and after each thing she said, a memory would pop up that backed it up.

"Anything else you want to know?" Harper asked, taking a big bite of her sandwich.

"Oh, I'm sure there is," Dean replied with a wide smile. "But for now we can just eat."

Harper gave him a closed-mouth smile since her mouth was full and Dean couldn't help but chuckle. They ate the rest of their lunch and sat together until the bell rang, ending their lunch hour.

Dean grabbed his lunch bag and walked with Harper to the trash can to throw it away. He snuck a quick kiss before they went their separate ways down the hall. He was already tired of school and was ready to get to baseball practice. He hadn't seen Sam or Alec all day and his school work wasn't holding his attention. He was really happy that Harper had been able to fill him in on some things and he was even happier that she hadn't freaked out on him.

"Dean, do you think Dad will play baseball with us this weekend?" Alec asked as they walked over to the field. School had finally finished and Sam and Alec had been waiting for him outside of the school to walk over to the baseball field together.

"I don't know kiddo," Dean answered. "He might."

"If he doesn't, will you take us?" Alec asked again.

"Dean, you said you'd play soccer with us this weekend since we played baseball last weekend and we play baseball every day," Sam complained.

"Sam, soccer's not as fun as baseball," Alec argued matter-of-factly.

"Soccer's more fun than baseball," Sam instantly replied, pushing Alec just a little.

"Alright, knock it off," Dean said. "We can play both."

He led the way into the locker room where his teammates were getting ready for practice. Sam and Alec sat on a bench while he changed and argued about which was better, baseball or soccer.

A tall man with a small beer belly and an old ratty baseball cap came in and said, "Boys, get yer asses in gear, we're wastin' daylight!"

The boys all started to move a little faster, but Alec hopped up from where he was sitting and walked right up to Coach Turner.

"Can me and Sam practice today, Coach?" Alec asked hopefully.

"Sure can!" Coach said with a smile. Dean hid his smile at the interaction; every day Alec walked up to Coach and asked if he could practice and every day Coach said the same thing.

"Yes!" Alec said triumphantly. He grabbed his glove and ran out the door calling out for Sam, "C'mon Sam! Let's play catch!"

Sam quickly grabbed his glove and ran after Alec. Coach chuckled as he watched Alec and Sam run out of the locker room. "Can't wait 'til those two are in high school…" Coach muttered. He looked up after a moment and then returned to his gruff self, "Dean, you and Cody get out there and start warmin' up."

Dean smirked and said, "Yes sir," before he and another boy that Dean recognized walked out of the locker room.

Dean was glad that he actually recognized Cody and that little memories were starting to pop up. Cody was their team's main pitcher and he and Dean played catch every day. Cody didn't talk much, but apparently they got along all right.

Cody grabbed a ball, and then jogged down to stand beside Sam. Dean stood by Alec and easily caught the ball that Cody threw. He loved muscle memory! He didn't even have to think about playing catch, it just came to him naturally. And when he crouched down to catch Cody's pitches, it was the easiest thing in the world.

They took the field after a few minutes of catch and Sam and Alec had to stand by him for a few minutes. After they warmed up, Coach had Sam and Alec put on some helmets to run the bases. Alec ran like there was no tomorrow. He was fast and it was almost impossible to get him out. At one point Alec even slid to avoid the tag. Dean almost groaned at seeing that; Mom was not going to be happy to see that Alec was covered in dirt again.

Sam was even harder to get out than Alec was. Alec ran and just kept running; he was hard to get out because he was fast. Sam, on the other hand, was smart about his base running. He read the defense, and then before you knew it he was at third. He was sneaky and almost as fast as Alec.

Coach hit one to the outfield and Alec took off. The centerfielder had just gotten to the ball, but Alec was already headed for third. Dean laughed when Coach motioned for him to stop at third, but Alec was already halfway home when he realized it. He skidded to a stop and tried to run back to the base, but the third baseman already had the ball. Alec stopped again and started to run towards Dean, but the ball was thrown to him and he started to run at Alec. His eyes widened and he stopped again to turn back, but Dean threw the ball over his head to the third baseman. Alec was caught in a rundown and Dean tagged him out once the ball came back to him.

Alec just laughed; he was having the time of his life and Dean suddenly felt a pang of sadness. He felt like Alec didn't have the best childhood, even though he knew that wasn't true. Alec had grown up with him and Sam, but he couldn't shake the feeling that that wasn't the case.

"Dean?" Alec asked after a moment.

Dean snapped back to the present and smiled, "Yeah?"

Alec smiled when Dean focused again, "That was fun!"

Dean chuckled, "Yeah it was! But remember when you're playing to pay attention a little more. You can't just run full speed ahead all the time…"

"Ok," Alec easily agreed and then ran back to home plate.

Coach had them do batting practice after a while and Sam and Alec moved to the outfield. Dean caught while Cody pitched and everyone else on the team took turns batting. Alec and Sam were actually better outfielders than the ones on the team and Dean couldn't help but wish they were in high school too.

Dean was the last one to bat and it was the best part of practice for him. He stood up there and it was amazing to just be able to see the ball and then swing and actually hit it. He was surprised that he was actually good at this and he was a little sad when practice ended.

"Bus leaves tomorrow at 3:30," Coach said as they started packing up their things. "Don't be late!"

Dean grabbed his things and waited for Alec and Sam to catch up with him. Alec had hung back to ask Coach if he and Sam could ride the bus with them tomorrow and sit on the bench with the team.

"What'd Coach say?" Dean asked as Alec and Sam ran up.

"We're going with you," Sam said with a smile.

"Coach said we can even sit on the bench!" Alec said excitedly.

"That's good," Dean replied ruffling Alec's hair and slinging his arm over Sam's shoulders as they walked to the shop.

"Dad?" Dean called out when they walked into the shop. There were a few cars that were sitting around, waiting to be worked on but there was no sign of their Dad.

"Maybe he's in the office…" Sam suggested as they walked around the broken down cars.

Dean thought that was probably true so he led the way to the back office. Dad was behind a desk that was cluttered with papers. He held up one finger to tell them to wait when they walked in. Dean heard Sam huff and waved behind his back to tell him to knock it off.

They stood there for a few minutes in silence until their Dad finished whatever he was reading and briefly looked up. "How was practice?"

"Good," Dean answered.

"Ready for the game tomorrow?"

"Yes sir."

"Good," he replied, nodding a little. "Boys, go do your homework. Dean, there's a car out back that needs some work."

"Can I help Dean?" Alec instantly asked.

"Do you have homework?" Dad asked, picking up another piece of paper. Alec scuffed his foot on the ground, but didn't answer. "Alec…" Dad growled.

"Yes sir…" Alec mumbled back.

"Then do it. Once it's done, you can help Dean," Dad said, dismissing them with one last look.

Alec hung his head, but followed Sam to a workbench and they both started in on their homework. Dean made his way to the back to where the car was sitting. He didn't waste any time getting to work on it.

It felt good working on it; he knew what he was doing and he was good at it. He'd worked on the car for about an hour or so and then Alec showed up. He handed Dean the tools that he needed and chatted about whatever popped into his head.

"This girl is a serious pain in the ass," Alec said, swinging his legs while he sat on a stool.

"Language," Dean automatically reprimanded. He glanced over at Alec just in time to see him roll his eyes, but that didn't stop him from talking.

"She thinks I'm out to get her, but I haven't done anything! She's around all the time and I can't get rid of her! Even though she hates me!"

"I think she likes you, buddy," Dean replied.

"You've got to be joking!" Alec exclaimed and Dean laughed. "This is a disaster!"

"Why?" Dean asked in amusement.

"Oh…well…um because I've got my sights on someone else," Alec sort of mumbled. Dean looked at Alec curiously, and then Alec asked, "Dean, how old is too old for someone my age?"

"Well, how old is this girl you like?" Dean asked, trying to hide his smile.

Alec hesitated in thought, "…I don't really know…but she can't be older than 25."

Dean's eyebrows rose, and then he smiled, "So, you've got a crush on your teacher, huh?"

Alec blushes a little and Dean knew he was right. "She's not technically the teacher," Alec defended. "She just helps the teacher…"

Dean chuckled, "Buddy, she might be a little too old for you right now, but just wait until you get older. Then it won't even matter what your age is."

"Ok," Alec replied easily.

"Dean, when are we leaving?" Sam suddenly asked as he walked over and sat on a stool next to Alec.

"Time is it?" Dean asked.

"Almost 5:30," Sam answered.

"Should be leavin' soon…" Dean muttered back.

"Good, cause I'm starving," Alec said and Dean could hear him hop down and start walking around the car. Dean was underneath it and couldn't see what Alec was doing.

"Alec…" Dean warned.

"I'm not touching anything," Alec replied defensively.

"Boys! Time to go!" Dad called out.

Dean rolled out from under the car and wiped his hands on a rag. He quickly ushered Alec and Sam back to the main room where their Dad was waiting. Dad motioned them to hurry up and they quickly followed him out of the shop.

Dean stopped and stared in amazement at the classic car that was sitting outside, waiting for them. She was beautiful and Dean wanted nothing more than to be able to drive her.

"Dean, would you snap out of it and get in the car," Dad said impatiently.

He shook himself a little and started for the passenger seat, but Dad was actually walking over to it.

Dad's eyebrows rose in a silent question asking him what he was waiting for. When Dean just stood there in confusion Dad said, "You ask me to drive home every day, so you gonna do it or what?"

Dean blinked at him in surprise. "Yes sir," he finally replied after he realized that Dad wasn't joking. He quickly made his way to the driver's seat before his Dad could change his mind. He was actually going to drive this Baby. He started the engine and she instantly purred; it was the greatest thing he'd ever heard and he couldn't stop his wide smile.

He glanced over at his Dad and saw that he was actually smiling a little before he looked back to the front and put the car in gear.

"Mary, we're home!" Dad called out as they walked in the house. Alec instantly ran past Dad and headed to the kitchen. Sam ran in too, but he dropped his bag off first before he followed Alec into the kitchen. Dean gave one last look to the Impala before he finally went inside.

"Alec, go wash up before dinner," Mom said as she brought a pan of noodles to the table.

"But Mom…" Alec whined. Dean walked around Alec and walked over to the sink to wash his hands.

"Hey, it's not my fault you rolled around in the dirt," she replied with an amused smile.

"I didn't roll around," Alec argued. "I had to slide so I wouldn't get out."

"Well, you're still dirty so go upstairs and change," Mom said. She handed Dean a stack of plates for him to put on the table.

Alec opened his mouth to argue some more, but Dad cut him off and ordered, "Do what your mother told you."

"Yes sir," Alec replied solemnly. He hung his head and slowly started out of the room.

"John…" Mom said on a sigh.

"I don't like his new attitude," Dad grumbled. Dean ignored them and sat down at the table instead.

"You just don't like it because he likes to argue," Sam suddenly piped up.

"Don't you start this again!" Dad yelled.

Dean ran a hand down his face; this he definitely remembered. He knew Sam and Dad fought a lot and he knew it had been getting worse. He usually tried to keep it from getting too out of hand, but he didn't want to take sides either. Mom caught his eyes and gave him a small apologetic smile before she walked back over to Dad.

"John, drop it," she lowly commanded. She nodded her head towards the door and said, "Let's talk in another room."

Dad glared, but after a moment he relented and followed her out the door. Dean could still hear them arguing through the door, but he decided that he should get Sam and Alec fed before he tried to intervene.

Alec came downstairs just as Dean was spooning some spaghetti on his plate and he, Sam, and Alec all sat down to eat.

"Are Mom and Dad going to get a divorce?" Alec asked quietly as he moved his spaghetti around on his plate.

"No, they're just stressed. They still love each other," Dean answered, twirling his spaghetti onto his fork.

"Dad's always stressed…" Sam grumbled, stabbing at his noodles.

"Well, he's got a lot goin' on right now…" Dean tried to defend, even though he knew it was a lame excuse.

"He's not gonna take us to play baseball this weekend, is he?" Alec mumbled.

Dean hesitated; he didn't want to lie to Alec, but he didn't want to kill his hope either. He finally said, "I don't think so kiddo…but I'll still take you." Alec smiled over at him and Dean ruffled his hair. Alec scowled at him and swatted his hand away so Dean teased, "You need a haircut; you're startin' to look like Sammy."

"There's nothing wrong with my hair!" Sam exclaimed indignantly.

Dean scoffed, "It's practically long enough for a ponytail." Sam scowled at him this time and Dean laughed. After a minute he said, "Let's finish up and then we can watch TV, ok?"

Sam and Alec both agreed and they finished eating. Dean would turn the TV on after they finished, and then clean up the kitchen. Hopefully after all of that was done, his parents would be done fighting and he could get a good night's sleep. He had to be ready for the game tomorrow, even though he didn't remember that there was a game tomorrow. Hopefully things would start coming back to him and he could find a way to get his parents to stop fighting. Until then he would just keep doing what he knew how to do; take care of his brothers.

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