Dean stands outside the apartment door. He was pissed and deeply worried that Sam was gone. He went to that apartment which was nothing but a vacant building. There was nothing there. No tenants, not even rats. The only thing he found was trash. There was nothing of importance, except old bills and receipts.

Dean was angry. He picked up a chair and smashed it against the wall. He than proceeded to destroy the apartment building by setting it on fire. Fucking Michael. He stole Sam. He knew it. Wasn't the Sam of this world good enough for him, instead he had to take his?

Dean took the Mustang and drove it around Chicago. He was tempted to leave the city, but Sammy would miss him. He decided to go back to Sam's law firm. He wasn't there, but his secretary was. Dean was still confused on why everyone looked so jumpy whenever Dean was around. He then demanded the scared woman for 'Sam's' whereabouts. The frightened woman told Dean Sam went home for the day.

When Dean demanded Sam's home address she gladly gave it to him. Then whimpered not to hurt her. She had a family. Dean thanked her and stomped off. He had his angel blade, but doubted it work on an archangel. Castiel said only a special weapon only wielded by another archangel can destroy one. Dean didn't care. Michael hurts Sam, he was a dead archangel. Dean will make sure of it.

Dean was about to knock, he heard Celine Dion playing, the Sam of this world must be a fan too. He smiled at a woman who walked by, looking at Dean, she quickly curtseyed and walked away. Now Dean was really confused. Who was he in this world? He knocked.

Sam was in his apartment typing his law documents. He didn't feel like working at the office, not since Michael showed up. It wasn't that he and Michael didn't talk, it just was how Michael was dressed. He dressed like Dean. He even had his demeanour. That expression, Sam hadn't seen it in fourteen years, not since the accident. Usually Michael had that haughty, cold expression, but this time, Sam swore that was his brother right in front of him. Hearing the knock, Sam looked at his watch. Four ten. His date wasn't supposed to come over to dinner till five. Good thing the chicken was already seasoned. All Sam needed to do is put in the oven.

As the door opened, Dean's eyes looked at the guy in disbelief. It was Sam, but it wasn't his Sam. He was staring at Dean like he saw a ghost.

Dean. That was the first name that came to Sam's mind. But this wasn't Dean. This was Michael. What did he want?

"Michael. It's good to see you again. How can I help you?"

"What did you call me?" Dean just stared at the Sam in front of him. This was the second time Sam called Dean that. No. It couldn't be.

"Michael?"

"Sammy. I..."

"What did you call me? You called me Sammy. No one calls me Sammy except my mom. No disrespect, Michael, but what do you want?" Sam just stared at the archangel. Michael was always serious. He never showed any emotion, a marble statue had more personality than him.

"Sam. I'm not Michael. It's me Sammy. It's Dean." The door slammed in his face.

Sam just sat down on the couch with his head in his hands. Michael was always cold and calculating, but this; this thing with Dean. Dressing like him, calling him Sammy. Showing up at his office. Who did he think he is? The knock came again. Sam went and pulled out his angel blade and got ready to stab Micheal. He opened the door. He doubted the angel blade would work, but hopefully he can finally put Dean's soul to rest. Kill Michael and give Dean a proper hunter's funeral.

The first thing Dean saw was the blade Sam was carrying. He was glad he still had his reflexes. Sam would have stabbed him if he didn't move. He was no angel, he'll bleed. He jumped as Sam swung the deadly weapon.

Shit! Michael moved. Why didn't he fly? He was a angel. He swung again. He wasn't a hunter anymore, not since Dean's death, but his hunter's training was still deeply ingrained. John and Mary trained their boys how to fight. Sam killed his first target at five. He shot a werewolf in the heart when it broke in. Mary would have died if it wasn't for Sam. The monster wanted revenge for her family being killed by John and Dean a few weeks ago. She believed Mary would be vulnerable by herself with a young child. Too bad she didn't count of Sam picking up that gun when he was a boy. He shot the werewolf in the heart before she ripped out Mary's neck.

Mary held little Sam in her arms as she cried. She was sleeping when the werewolf broke in. Being caught off guard, she didn't expect the werewolf to attack her in their home. The werewolf wanted to kill Mary and her son in retaliation for her family's death.

John heard about the murders. Four men and two women were found with their hearts missing. John correctly assumed it was werewolves. Werewolves usually traveled in packs, and were usually territorial. The two women were backpackers. They befriended two men who took them out to dinner, them when they had them alone, they were attacked. Their bodies were discovered by police the next morning in an alley.

One guy was a coworker of the werewolf. He just recently moved to the city and was living alone. The leader of the werewolves snuck into his apartment and slaughtered him, knowing no one would miss him. The poor guy admitted he grew up in an orphanage and when he turned eighteen moved away to work for a living since he couldn't afford college.

Two others were random men that were passing through the city. They were concert goers that were there to attend a popular singer's concert. The bodies were found in a dumpster.

The last one was ironically another werewolf. He wasn't planning to hunt. He was what other demi humans (humans that turned) called a vegan werewolf. The family was afraid he was a hunter. There is other "vegan" vampires, werewolves and other creatures that were hunters. Those hunters are rare, but respected by the hunting community. Archangel Raphael commanded their integrity and hard work and created a rare blood fruit so they didn't starve. They no longer needed to eat animal hearts or humans. The fruit had enough nutrients to keep the creatures alive and healthy.

The extremists hated those hunters. They hated angels as well, but were afraid of Michael. Michael hunted down anyone that harmed angels. The last angel that was killed, their murderer was broadcast on a live feed being executed slowly and methodically. He warned the world that even Hell or Purgatory would be too good to them. Plus told them their souls would be thrown in The Empty for eternity. Nothing but blackness and would never sleep. No angel was harmed since.

The last murder was so brutal it scared John. The werewolves were getting more cocky and arrogant. Mary and John discussed it and told John to take Dean to hunt. He wanted to take Sam as well but Mary told him that he was too young. But after the family was executed, they didn't know there was one more werewolf.

The wife was estranged from her husband. Her two adult children were living with their father and she was living with another nest when she heard about the executions. She didn't care about the innocents being murdered, she grew up in The Maw. An extreme cult group that worshipped the god Fenris. Ironically enough, Fenris wanted nothing to do with them. He kept denying he created the church.

She found out it was John that killed her family and wanted revenge. She searched where John and his family lived and waited till he and his oldest son left. His child was still young, but a established hunter. Since the wife was alone with her very young child, she figured both would be easy to kill.

She was careful, she knew of the Campbell's reputation as hunters. The Men of Letters had Henry Winchester as the leader of the American branch, but no longer existed in North America nowadays. Michael and his angels ran the British branch now. Most of the original leaders are possessed by angels. John Winchester was the only member left of that branch, since Henry died a few years ago.

Mary was sleeping. She was exhausted from taking care of her sick child. Poor Sammy was sick from chicken pox, and was crying all the time from having itchy raw skin. She was in a rare deep sleep when the werewolf broke in. Usually Mary would be alert, but she was only human. The exhausted Mary was sleeping soundly when the werewolf jumped on top her her, waking Mary.

Poor Mary was startled when she saw the fangs. She wasn't afraid of werewolves, she and her brother grew up hunting. But her young son was sick and helpless. The werewolf warned Mary not to scream, or she kill her son in front of Mary. Mary complied. She knew this werewolf was going to either kill Sam, or worse yet raise him as her own and then turn him when he came into age. She was thinking of ways to kill her when the shot rang out.

Five year old Sam was standing there in his GI Joe pyjamas holding a shotgun. He was up to get a glass of water when he heard a window opening. He recognized the sounds of a monster. He and his parents went camping once and were stalked by werewolves. He and Dean watched their parents kill the werewolves with silver knives and silver bullets.

John and Mary thought them how to hunt the morning after. Neither one wanted to raise their children to be hunters, but the boys needed to defend themselves against evil. Mary was lucky. John knew about the special children, and him and the Men of Letters were watching Azazel. When he came to the nursery where baby Sam was sleeping, John was ready. He shot Azazel with the Colt, but failed to kill him. But it scared him enough not to come back. Mary knew about her deal, but Henry made sure to get her out of it. They left that night and never came back.

They spent their years running, even getting anti possession tattoos for themselves and for their boys. Pastor Jim gave them a child sized tattoo so they couldn't be hunted be possessed. Both Sam and Dean cried, but John kept assuring them, no monsters will hunt for them.

After she threw off the dead werewolf, Mary went up to Sam and held him in her arms crying. That is when John and Dean came home. John blamed himself for not being there, but Mary told him Sam killed his first hunt. The next day, they threw Sam a party. After that day, they sent Sam and Dean to Bobby and Ellen Singer's house for extra training.

Since then Sam and Dean hunted. Until the accident. The day Dean died is when all three hung up their weapons. The cost of losing their child was too much. Especially when John's other son Adam came to live with them. They discussed it, and didn't want Adam becoming a hunter. He was only a teenager, and had no clue monsters existed. They were afraid they would lose Sam and Adam too.

They pushed Sam to go to college, and achieve his dreams on becoming a lawyer. After he graduated from Stanford, he moved to Chicago and became a successful lawyer. Adam was still living at home, but he was currently attending a local college to with plans become a surgeon who specialized in treating monsters. Not many professionals in that field. When the angels revealed their existence, so did the non humans. They were met by hostility, especially from hunters, but over time, people accepted them. Most stayed quiet about their existence, others were open about it.

No one cared that demons died, the angels encouraged it. The ones that hunted innocents were hunted down to be executed. Most demons were extinct. Michael and his angels killed them all. Especially the Knights. There was two that were still alive, but were deep into hiding.

Dean finally wrestled the blade away from Sam.

"Sammy! I'm not Michael! Look!" He proceeded to cut his arm. "See, no grace, and my eyes are not glowing. Even archangels grace glows when cut. My eyes are green, not glowing blue."

Sam just stared at Dean for a minute, then he grabs him in a bear hug with tears in his eyes. Those eyes, Sam hadn't seen them in years. How?

"Dean. How did you get away from Michael?"

"Not here. Sammy, you have spray paint?"

"The trunk of my car."

"Run and go get it. I'll explain everything."

While Sam was downstairs getting the spray paint, Dean took some salt to spread it around the windows. While he was spreading the salt, he saw Sam already had salt spread on the windows, not only that, it was covered in heavy tape.

'Wow. Sammy you did good.' Dean thought. He was a lawyer, but the hunter inside of him was still active. Hearing the door open and Sam walking in, he saw a picture on Sam's nightstand. He was in disbelief. It was Sam. He wasn't alone, John, Mary, his other self was there along with Bobby, Ellen, Jo and Ash.

John and Mary, his parents were alive. At least here. If they were alive why did this Dean say yes?

"You said yes, because I died. When Jake killed me, you refused to make a demon deal. You knew dad would kill you. Plus mom would have been devastated you would go to Hell. You prayed to God. But he wasn't listening. But Michael was. You made a trade, my life for your vessel."

Dean turns around. Sam was smiling at him sadly.

"I went to Heaven. I met our grandparents, Samuel and Deanna. I met Henry. I was only there for a few minutes. Usually people forget, but Michael's presence made me remember. He was inside your body. He said you made a deal. Then he flew away. Then the angels took over. Dean, how did you escape? Michael said you were dead, that your soul moved on."

Dean stares at Sam. Sam was staring at Dean with hope.

"It's good to see you again. C'mon. I know some magic spells. I can call Piper and her sisters to keep Michael contained. Then we can throw him out. You can have your life back. Mom and Dad will be so happy. Adam will be glad to meet you."

Oh god. Dean was afraid to tell Sam the truth. Sam was looking at him with love and happiness. Sam was blabbing on about Dean's new life, before Dean could say a word, he heard a familiar voice. Piper Halliwell.

"Sam! Sorry, I'm late. Prue was panicking. She said Ruby saw Michael at your law firm. I called there, and said you went home to the day."

"Dean! You have to meet Piper. She's a dark witch, but she can use dark magic to drive Michael out! She said she found a spell to go inside your body. You can lock Michael away for good. Then when we figure it out, we can get rid of him and lock him inside a Ma'lak Box in a empty body."

Dean holds up his hand. "Sam. Listen. I'm not your brother."

"Huh? Dean. You aged, but I know that is you."

Piper walks in, interrupting them. Seeing Dean, her eyes widen.

"Oh! Michael! I didn't know you were here, if you need Sam for a hunt. I can leave." Piper turns around.

"Piper! This is Dean! He suppressed Michael. My brother. He's not dead. Michael lied. We need a spell. Dean, please stay for dinner. Piper do you mind if he stays for supper."

"No. It's fine. Not everyday your brother defeats an archangel. Hi, I'm Piper Halliwell. Sam and I, were are dating"

Dean just looks at Piper and Sam who were holding hands. Piper LOOKED the same, but her demeanour, Dean saw darkness. She was a warlock. Her eyes had a malicious glint in them. If Dean didn't know her, he would have got out the witch killing bullets. How serious were they? Dean wanted to rip Sam away from her.

"Sam. I'm going to spray your doors and windows. I'll be back."

Sam seeing Dean after all these years. He wanted to celebrate. Invite his parents as well as his friends and neighbours and have a huge party. But not till Michael is dead. Then the whole world can celebrate. While Dean was spray painting, he heard the oven timer. Shit! The chicken. He still had the side dishes to cook.

Dean was starving. Sam went and ordered Dean's favourite pie from Piggly Wigglies. Apple. Dean eating Sammy's cooking. Mmm. It tasted like Bobby's. Bobby was always a good cook. His mom couldn't cook, he was only four but he remembered how Mary usually cooked quick ready to eat meals. The only thing, she cooked well, was that casserole, Winchester Surprise.

Sam was smiling at Dean, but Piper, she looked at Dean with suspicion. He knew Sam was going to be heartbroken. If he knew Michael, he knew his other self was dead. Damn. Plus his Sam was missing. God. Why does things have to be so hard. After he ate, he thanked Sam for the food. Then he volunteered to wash the dishes.

He needed to talk to Sam alone. He didn't know this Piper, but he didn't trust her. He needed to get rid of her.

"Sam. Can I talk to you, alone?" Dean looked at Sam, with that expression he mastered to get Sam to listen. Sam recognized that expression. When Dean was serious about something, it was extremely serious. Sam nodded.

After he sent Piper home, Sam waited for Dean to speak.

Dean closed his eyes. Fuck. If Sam didn't cry, he will definitely punch Dean in the face. Might as well get this over with.

"Sam. I'm not your brother. I'm me, but I'm not your Dean. My Sam and I, we came from another world. Sam, my Sam was kidnapped by Michael. He sent me on a wild goose chase. He sent me to a abandoned apartment building. You weren't there. I only have a limited time to find you, before it's too late."

'Sam' just stared at Dean in disbelief. Then he starts shaking his head.

"Is this a test? C'mon Dean. I know you. Maybe its been fourteen years, but I know you. Michael was never able to fool me, no matter how he tried. Now what's the big news about the other me. Lucifer is gone. Michael took care of him years ago."

"Sam. I'm not the Dean of this world. My brother and I were in a case. We were investigating plane crashes, when we felt weird. It was the middle of the night. We felt dizzy, but we didn't pass out. Then when we opened our eyes, it was bright and sunny. As soon as we landed, we summoned an angel. He told me another angel, Michael's kid that did that."

"Grace? She's a kid. I never met her, but not many people know she's a nephilim. Everyone thinks she's adopted, but I saw her using her powers. Michael asked Piper and her sisters to suppress her magic. Dean. She looks like you. It feels weird."

Another nephilm. Oh man. If God ever found out...

Sam looks at the symbols around his apartment.

"Dean. Those are not anti demon sigils, what kind of sigils are these?"

"Anti angel. Sam. Call Castiel. Fyi. Tell him to meet us outside. He's not working with Michael or Raphael is he?"

"He is. All angels report to Michael. But Dean, wouldn't Michael wake up inside of you?"

"Sam. I'm not your Dean. I came from another world. I was never possessed by an angel. When Castiel gets here, I can prove it. Sam. Call Cas."

Sam looks at him for a second. Then he prays. A few second later, there was a knock.

When Sam gets up to answer it. Dean hears a voice, but it wasn't Cas's gravely voice. It was a woman. When Dean looks over. He was disappointed it wasn't Castiel. It was whom he assume was another angel.

He could tell. She was dressed really old fashioned. Dean couldn't help him himself. She was attractive. Very old fashioned. She looked like she stepped out of a Little Woman novel. (Jenna and Piper made Dean and Sam watch that movie. Surprisingly both brothers enjoyed it.) She and Sam were talking, when she saw Dean, her eyes widened. She pulled Sam aside and started whispering.

"If you have something you say, might as well tell it to my face lady!" Dean sarcastically says.

The lady looks over to Dean. Since there was anti angel sigils, she couldn't come inside. She stood in the doorway and talks to Dean.

"Dean. You are not of this world. Why are you here?"

"Not like Sam and I had much of a choice. We were on a case. My brother was kidnapped by your asshole boss."

The Sam of this world was staring at Dean. He looked confused. Then Dean's words from earlier hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Get out."

"Sam..."

"I don't know who you are. But get the hell out. I may not be a hunter anymore, but I can still kill shapeshifters."

Dean was ready to walk out, but he needed help. Without help, his brother would be lost forever.

"Sam. Please. Look." He takes out his silver blade, the one he always carried and cuts his arm. "I'm human. I need your help. My brother. He's gone. I also need to save the people from my world. They all came through a rift that angel opened. There is 453 passengers missing. I need to send them home. If God destroys this world, those people will be lost forever."

Sam seeing that blood, and hearing 'Dean's' words was devastated. If he's standing here, then his brother is truly dead. He felt his hands closing into fists. He was tempted to punch this Dean, but as a hunter, he remembered Dad's words.

"Sam, Dean. Remember our motto. Saving people, hunting things. The family business."

There was 453 people that needed help. Plus two more. This Dean and his alternative self. He heard rumours that there was other travellers, but Michael sent them away. He looked at Dean that was smiling sadly. He was glad to see his brother, even though he was wasn't really his.

"Dean. I don't know how I can help. Michael. He is protected. No one can reach him, unless he says so. Ever since he got his 'sword,' he is invisible. He took over fourteen years ago. Everyone is afraid of him, even other angels. Lucifer, Gabriel. I don't know what happened to them. He keeps Raphael alive, because he needs him. Dean. I don't know if those people are still alive. Michael is a tyrant. He'll kill you if you piss him off. Plus Grace. If anyone goes near her, he'll trap you in his pocket dimension. All of Hell's demons are almost extinct. I'm only alive because he made a promise to Dean, my Dean, that I'll stay safe. Dean, if your brother is missing, Michael is holding him for a reason. He may be dead."

Dean hearing that sees red. He wanted to punch 'Sam' with those words, but he was innocent. What was so bad, that his alternative self made a deal? He wanted to ask, but the female angel started talking.

"Sam. Dean, I know where those people are hidden. Michael, he may be the leader of this world, but he is not Lucifer. He won't kill anyone for just reason. He punishes. Dean, he wants nothing more than to send them home. He is willing to erase their memories. He is afraid God will find out; that Grace opened all those rifts."

Dean looks at her.

"Who are you. Where's Cas?"

Sam speaks up. "Dean. This is Castiel."