Identity or alternately "Why can't Dean Winchester keep his hands to himself?" Chapter 3
Title: Identity Chapter 3 of ?
Rating: PG13 I suppose, for minor swearing
Characters: Dean, Sam, Young Dean, Young Sam, Pre-Series John, Pastor Jim
Notes: Thanks michelle2007 for the great beta job! Takes place after Kansas City Shuffle No real episode warnings.
Disclaimers: I own nothing, I just like to play with what’s not mine.
Summary: After the events of Kansas City Shuffle, Sam and Dean are on a hunt for a cult. Once again, Dean can’t keep his hands to himself, only this time he ends up traveling back to the past and trading places with his 10 year old self. Now Sam has to deal with taking care of a 10 year old, while Dean has to convince his father he is who he says he is.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Identity
Chapter 3
"Ok, so let me get this straight. You're Dean you're just the 28 year old version. And my Dean is in the future with your brother, Sammy who would be, what, 24? And you touched a statue and it sent you back here. But this isn't the first time it happened, so Sammy will know how to fix it. Is that right?"
I nodded. "That about sums it up, yeah."
"What happened the first time?" he asked.
I blinked, not knowing what he meant but then realized what he was asking. "Oh, I touched this statue and it sent me to another universe. It was still me, but it wasn't. And it was really weird but Sammy fixed it.”
Dad ran a hand over his face and through his hair. “How the hell am I going to convince your brother that you’re not kidnapped? This could take days you said?”
I nodded. Yeah, this wasn’t going to be fun. Especially since I had announced in front of Sammy that I had Dean. Hm…maybe I should’ve sent him to his room sooner. Oh well, too late now. I put my gun away, then sat down on the couch. Ok, so I was stuck, for a few days at least, with my dead dad and 6 year old brother. Fun times!
“Well I have to go tell him something. He’ll be back down here soon if I don’t. Wish me luck.”
Dad got up and headed up the stairs. I heard him knock on the door and tell Sammy it was okay to open the door. It squeaked then closed again.
Something was bothering me about that symbol I had seen. I found some crayons and a piece of paper and quickly sketched it out. The other symbols I had seen had been hieroglyphs. This one didn’t seem like it was though. I got up and started pacing as I tried to remember where I had seen it. I paused when I heard the door open again. Dad came down stairs shaking his head.
“That damned boy is too smart for his own good. He’s not buying it. I tried to tell him that there had been a misunderstanding and that Dean would be home in a few days. He just keeps says you’re a bad man who stole Dean.”
Dad noticed the symbol I had drawn and picked it up. “What’s this?” he asked.
“It’s a symbol that was on the thing I touched. I was trying to get a better look at it. I know it from somewhere but I can’t place it. You know what it is?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Nope, never seen it before. But I know someone who might. I’ll call Jim and ask him if he can stop by. Actually, it may be a good idea to take Sammy over to him. That might be better for him. I’ll go get him packed.”
I nodded and then sat down while I waited. About 10 minutes later Sammy and dad appeared at the top of the stairs. Sammy didn’t look happy. He followed dad down and dad tossed a bag at me. I caught it as I stood up. Dad led Sammy out to the car and got him settled in the back seat. I ran a hand along the side of the car, then put the bag in the front seat and sat in the passenger side. It had been a long time since I had ridden in the passenger seat with my dad driving. When Dad got in and started the car, he gunned the engine and I smiled. I remembered that I always asked him to make the engine purr when I was little. The drive to Pastor Jim’s was not long. Dad stopped to get some fast food for Sammy and himself. I declined as my Sam and I had eaten not too long ago.
When we got to Pastor Jim’s house, Sammy was out of the car and at the door in no time. Dad quickly followed. As soon as he had opened the front door, Sammy began to tell Pastor Jim that Dean had been taken and I was the evil man who had taken him. Jim looked at dad with a raised eyebrow.
“I’ll explain. Let me get Sammy settled first. He can introduce himself.”
Dad picked Sammy up and took the bag from my hand. He headed back to where the bedrooms were. I put on a smile as I looked at yet another dead friend.
”Hi, you don’t know me, but I’m actually Dean. I’m just 28 instead of 10. It’s a long story.”
I went in and sat down in what had been my favorite recliner.
Jim studied me for a moment then grinned. “You can’t keep your hands to yourself can you?” he asked as he sat down opposite from me.
I shook my head as I pulled out the drawing of the symbol. I passed it over to him.
“Ya ever see that before?” I asked.
Jim studied it closely for a moment. He set it down frowning in thought. “Yes, it does look familiar, but I’m not sure. I’ll have to do some research on it. Where did you see it?”
“Well, there was this statue. It had hieroglyphs on it, but it also had that. I know it’s not a hieroglyph. I can’t place it, but it seems familiar to me too. Well, when I went to brush some dirt off to get a better look at it, things got complicated.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” Dad called as he walked in. “I got Sammy to sleep, but he’ll be a pain till Dean is back. Well, our Dean that is.”
I nodded. Sam could be that way sometimes.
“Well, you see if you can’t figure out where that symbol comes from. I think it would be best to keep him away from Sammy until this all gets fixed. Give me a call when you have something. We’ll be back at the house.”
Jim nodded and I stood up shaking his hand. It felt weird to shake hands with a dead guy. Dad and I left and drove back to his house. The ride back was rather quiet, apart from the classic rock he had on the radio. Once back at the house, dad went into the kitchen and pulled a beer out of the fridge. He sat down at the dining room table. Following him, I grabbed one for myself and joined him.
After a few minutes of silence I sighed. "Well this is awkward..."
He shook his head a bit and looked at me. "I know I'm not supposed to ask, and you probably can't answer me, but I can't help but ask...Do we get it? The thing that killed your mom. We get it right?"
Well shit. What the hell am I supposed to say? No, we don't, you actually sacrifice yourself to save me. Thanks a lot you asshole...nope, that won't work. I stared silently at my beer while I contemplated what to say. I could tell him who has the colt. I could tell him about Sam and Jessica. I could do a lot of things, but what were the implications? What if I just told him everything, would I cease to exist? After all, I should've been dead. Maybe if I changed things, and dad killed the demon, maybe I'd get my family back, all together and happy. Maybe I could...
"No, I'm sorry I asked. Don't answer that Dean and that's an order. You should get some rest. We should get up early and do some research on this statue you touched, just in case Sammy doesn't come through." Dad stood up and grabbed his car keys. I didn't say anything as I watched him walk out the front door. I knew better.
Out of habit, I checked all the doors and windows, and then put down salt. After that was done I shut off the light in the living room and lay down on the couch. Sleep took a long time to come though, as I continued to think what would happen if I shared my knowledge with my dad.
Rating: PG13 I suppose, for minor swearing
Characters: Dean, Sam, Young Dean, Young Sam, Pre-Series John, Pastor Jim
Notes: Thanks michelle2007 for the great beta job! Takes place after Kansas City Shuffle No real episode warnings.
Disclaimers: I own nothing, I just like to play with what’s not mine.
Summary: After the events of Kansas City Shuffle, Sam and Dean are on a hunt for a cult. Once again, Dean can’t keep his hands to himself, only this time he ends up traveling back to the past and trading places with his 10 year old self. Now Sam has to deal with taking care of a 10 year old, while Dean has to convince his father he is who he says he is.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Identity
Chapter 3
"Ok, so let me get this straight. You're Dean you're just the 28 year old version. And my Dean is in the future with your brother, Sammy who would be, what, 24? And you touched a statue and it sent you back here. But this isn't the first time it happened, so Sammy will know how to fix it. Is that right?"
I nodded. "That about sums it up, yeah."
"What happened the first time?" he asked.
I blinked, not knowing what he meant but then realized what he was asking. "Oh, I touched this statue and it sent me to another universe. It was still me, but it wasn't. And it was really weird but Sammy fixed it.”
Dad ran a hand over his face and through his hair. “How the hell am I going to convince your brother that you’re not kidnapped? This could take days you said?”
I nodded. Yeah, this wasn’t going to be fun. Especially since I had announced in front of Sammy that I had Dean. Hm…maybe I should’ve sent him to his room sooner. Oh well, too late now. I put my gun away, then sat down on the couch. Ok, so I was stuck, for a few days at least, with my dead dad and 6 year old brother. Fun times!
“Well I have to go tell him something. He’ll be back down here soon if I don’t. Wish me luck.”
Dad got up and headed up the stairs. I heard him knock on the door and tell Sammy it was okay to open the door. It squeaked then closed again.
Something was bothering me about that symbol I had seen. I found some crayons and a piece of paper and quickly sketched it out. The other symbols I had seen had been hieroglyphs. This one didn’t seem like it was though. I got up and started pacing as I tried to remember where I had seen it. I paused when I heard the door open again. Dad came down stairs shaking his head.
“That damned boy is too smart for his own good. He’s not buying it. I tried to tell him that there had been a misunderstanding and that Dean would be home in a few days. He just keeps says you’re a bad man who stole Dean.”
Dad noticed the symbol I had drawn and picked it up. “What’s this?” he asked.
“It’s a symbol that was on the thing I touched. I was trying to get a better look at it. I know it from somewhere but I can’t place it. You know what it is?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Nope, never seen it before. But I know someone who might. I’ll call Jim and ask him if he can stop by. Actually, it may be a good idea to take Sammy over to him. That might be better for him. I’ll go get him packed.”
I nodded and then sat down while I waited. About 10 minutes later Sammy and dad appeared at the top of the stairs. Sammy didn’t look happy. He followed dad down and dad tossed a bag at me. I caught it as I stood up. Dad led Sammy out to the car and got him settled in the back seat. I ran a hand along the side of the car, then put the bag in the front seat and sat in the passenger side. It had been a long time since I had ridden in the passenger seat with my dad driving. When Dad got in and started the car, he gunned the engine and I smiled. I remembered that I always asked him to make the engine purr when I was little. The drive to Pastor Jim’s was not long. Dad stopped to get some fast food for Sammy and himself. I declined as my Sam and I had eaten not too long ago.
When we got to Pastor Jim’s house, Sammy was out of the car and at the door in no time. Dad quickly followed. As soon as he had opened the front door, Sammy began to tell Pastor Jim that Dean had been taken and I was the evil man who had taken him. Jim looked at dad with a raised eyebrow.
“I’ll explain. Let me get Sammy settled first. He can introduce himself.”
Dad picked Sammy up and took the bag from my hand. He headed back to where the bedrooms were. I put on a smile as I looked at yet another dead friend.
”Hi, you don’t know me, but I’m actually Dean. I’m just 28 instead of 10. It’s a long story.”
I went in and sat down in what had been my favorite recliner.
Jim studied me for a moment then grinned. “You can’t keep your hands to yourself can you?” he asked as he sat down opposite from me.
I shook my head as I pulled out the drawing of the symbol. I passed it over to him.
“Ya ever see that before?” I asked.
Jim studied it closely for a moment. He set it down frowning in thought. “Yes, it does look familiar, but I’m not sure. I’ll have to do some research on it. Where did you see it?”
“Well, there was this statue. It had hieroglyphs on it, but it also had that. I know it’s not a hieroglyph. I can’t place it, but it seems familiar to me too. Well, when I went to brush some dirt off to get a better look at it, things got complicated.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” Dad called as he walked in. “I got Sammy to sleep, but he’ll be a pain till Dean is back. Well, our Dean that is.”
I nodded. Sam could be that way sometimes.
“Well, you see if you can’t figure out where that symbol comes from. I think it would be best to keep him away from Sammy until this all gets fixed. Give me a call when you have something. We’ll be back at the house.”
Jim nodded and I stood up shaking his hand. It felt weird to shake hands with a dead guy. Dad and I left and drove back to his house. The ride back was rather quiet, apart from the classic rock he had on the radio. Once back at the house, dad went into the kitchen and pulled a beer out of the fridge. He sat down at the dining room table. Following him, I grabbed one for myself and joined him.
After a few minutes of silence I sighed. "Well this is awkward..."
He shook his head a bit and looked at me. "I know I'm not supposed to ask, and you probably can't answer me, but I can't help but ask...Do we get it? The thing that killed your mom. We get it right?"
Well shit. What the hell am I supposed to say? No, we don't, you actually sacrifice yourself to save me. Thanks a lot you asshole...nope, that won't work. I stared silently at my beer while I contemplated what to say. I could tell him who has the colt. I could tell him about Sam and Jessica. I could do a lot of things, but what were the implications? What if I just told him everything, would I cease to exist? After all, I should've been dead. Maybe if I changed things, and dad killed the demon, maybe I'd get my family back, all together and happy. Maybe I could...
"No, I'm sorry I asked. Don't answer that Dean and that's an order. You should get some rest. We should get up early and do some research on this statue you touched, just in case Sammy doesn't come through." Dad stood up and grabbed his car keys. I didn't say anything as I watched him walk out the front door. I knew better.
Out of habit, I checked all the doors and windows, and then put down salt. After that was done I shut off the light in the living room and lay down on the couch. Sleep took a long time to come though, as I continued to think what would happen if I shared my knowledge with my dad.