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The thing about being on the road is you never knew where you'd end up. As it so happened, Dean and Sam were staying at a nearby motel and Dean wanted a drink in a major way. It had been a long day. Sam decided to stay behind and read and so Dean set out on his own. He left the Impala behind as it was just a short walk and a well lit night.

Dean walked into the cantina, ordered a beer and settled on a seat off near a corner. He sat down, leaning back in his chair and took a nice long cool drink.

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"No. Like cups, guns, anything that isn't nailed down." John shakes his head with just the barest touch of a smile.

Then he looks down at the boy. "This is Buddy. Buddy Winchester."

"Oh, like telekinesis or something?" He asks.

Dean looks over. "Hi there Buddy. I'm Dean. How old are you?"

"Yes. Like Telekinesis." He looks at the child and is pleasantly surprised when Buddy answers.

"I'm four," says the little guy, looking at Dean with serious brown eyes. "You're Dean, right? Like my brother that died?"

He was Dean's brother in an alternate reality? Poor kid knowing about death at four years old.

He looked at John with a questioning glance about whether or not the Dean Buddy is referring to was a Dean like him but is pretty sure it is.

"Four huh? Wow, you're almost all grown up. What a big fella you are." He nods. "Yeah, I'm like Dean I think."

John nods, his eyes darkening slightly as he thinks of the situation that he took Buddy and his sister from.

"I'm not grown up." Buddy frowns. "I'm not big enough to help yet, so I have to come here while Mom and Pastor Jim try to make the bad thing go away."

He scrubs at his eye, then picks up the glass of milk. "My brother was brave, he died tryin' to protect Sammy."

"Well you just keep drinkin your milk and you'll be big in no time." He smiles reassuringly. He'd die to protect Sammy too.

"Not fast enough." The little boy's voice is nearly a whisper.

"It'll be alright." John rubs his back. "Everything will be alright."

Buddy just looks up at him and then drinks.

Dean doesn't know what to say to that. The kid was cute and Dean felt for his loss.

John holds his young alternate son close and strokes his black curls, then looks up at the other alternate son across the table from him. "So what brings you here?"

"Well just to unwind really, but the lady Sam also said I might bump into you one day. Sure enough somehow I ended up right where you are."

Dean thinks a second and apologizes. "Look, really sorry if i'm being a little.. weird or whatever. I just never thought I'd see another version of my dad after we lost him."

"Don't worry about it," says John softly. "I've been around other Deans who've lost their fathers. I understand."

Dean was a little relieved that John wasn't offended by his being a little wigged out.

"So what do you do now?" he asks, unable to remember if the female Sam had told him very much about John.

"I hunt. Help Cassie with the kids."

-Play father to other Winchesters' orphans,- he adds to himself as he has a sip of his coffee.

Edited 2008-01-20 05:39 (UTC)

"Who's Cassie?" he asks unsure if he had asked already. Wow Dean was full of questions.

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