PILOT-REVISITED

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What if John had not made it out of the house alive on that fateful night? What if they boys were then raised separately? Sammy gets adopted by a lovely family while Dean finds himself stuck in the foster home system, wanting to always find his little brother. This is my take on it.

As always, I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL!!

Dean rushed out of the burning house as fast a his small legs would carrying him without dropping his baby brother.

He paused to catch his breath, and looked down at the bundle in his arms.

"Don't worry, Sammy," he breathed heavily. "I gotcha now."

Before he could continue, he felt himself being swifted off his feet with baby Sammy still in his tiny arms while an exploding window sprayed shards of glass close by.

Dean was about to protest, but saw that it was a fireman, who had just rescued them.

He wanted to be a fireman. Someone, who helped people.

This man could help his mommy and daddy, right?

The fireman rushed them over to an EMT vehicle that was close by.

When they reached it, one of the EMT technicians grabbed Sammy out of Dean's small arm while the other took a hold of Dean, who kicked in protest.

"SAMMY!!"

"Don't worry, sweetie," the female technician cooed soothingly in his ear as she settled him on top of a gurney, "we're going to take real good care of your brother."

"Was there anyone else in the house with you?" The fireman asked, who was now crouching down beside him.

Dean lower lip quivered as he nodded his head.

"Mommy," he hiccuped. "Daddy."

The fireman quickly stood back up, and spoke into his two-way radio.

"Alec, this is Max," he spoke into the small device. "Over."

"Alec, here," a voice called out through the receiver. "Over."

"The kid, here, says his parents are still in the house. Over."

There was deathly silence before Alec on the other end spoke up.

"We haven't found anymore survivors. Over."

Max looked over at the little boy, who was putting up a fight with the female technician as she tried to put an oxygen mask over his face.

"Well, keep looking. Over."

"Ten-four."

When he was finished, he put the two-way radio, and knelt down by the child once more, waving to the technician to stop pestering the little boy with the oxygen for a moment.

"What's your name, son?" He asked the small child, who could be no older than four.

When the child didn't answer, Max decided to try a different approach.

"Do you want to see you little brother?" He asked, receiving a vehement nod from the small boy.

Max went over to the other technician, who was still checking on the baby.

"His brother wants to see him," he said, holding out his arms expectantly.

At first, the technician hesitated, but finally relinquished the baby to him.

Max could see the boy's face light up as he brought his baby brother to him.

"Now, can you tell me your name?" He asked as he placed the baby in the boy's small arm.

"Dean," the child replied in a small voice.

"Does your baby brother have a name?" Max asked, stroking the boy's soft blond hair.

Dean looked up at him, and for the first time smiled.

"Sammy," he answered, giving his little brother a slight squeeze.

"Please, to meet you, Sammy," Max said as he allowed the baby to grasp his index finger, and gently shook it that earned him a near toothless smile.

He could see that Dean was becoming a little more at ease with him as he smiled up at him as well.

"I'm Max," he said as he ruffled Dean's hair.

"Ar...are they gonna find mommy and daddy," Dean asked looking up at him with the most beautiful green eyes that he had ever seen.

As Max continued looking down at the innocent face, he could feel his stomach doing a couple of somersaults. A couple? He thought to himself. More like a gymnast performing on the parallel bars at the Olympics.

"There doing the best they can," Max replied honestly.

What else can I tell him?

"In the mean time," he cleared his throat, "we need to take you to the hospital so they can make sure you and your brother are okay."

Dean at first looked like he was pondering this for a moment, but then nodded his head.

As Max started to get up, he felt a small hand grasping his.

He looked down at the small boy who was looking up at him.

"Would you like me to go with you?" Max inquired.

Dean slowly nodded his head.

"All right," Max sighed, "just let me tell my men, okay?"

After Max was done talking into his two-way radio, he was right by the Dean's side.

"All right, Dean," he said calmly to the still frighten child, "let's get you and your brother to the hospital."

TBC

A/N: This is my take on the pilot if John had not survived. Please, read and review, and let me know if you want more.

A/N: I am working on my other stories. But, since I am working two jobs, I don't get much time to put a lot down. So, it might take me a while to publish anything.

Thanks!!