Hello. This is my first SPN fic. I had an idea come to me, and I decided to write it in drabble-form.

All of the chapters will be between 450-650 words each.

Summary: Dean wakes up to find that everything is not what it seems. He's different. His life is different. And, the world around him is different.

Pairings: Destiel. Sabriel. (And, many more...)

Read on and review! But, most of all, enjoy the work!

-C.E.C.

Chapter One:

A flash of light.

It was all that he saw before everything changed.

With a deep breath, he awoke to find himself on an airplane, flying to God-knows-where from God-knows-where.

He looked around to see if his brother was with him to no avail. The younger Winchester was not there, nor was anyone seated next to him.

"Major, are you alright?" An older male voice questioned from a nearby seat.

"What?" He wondered confusingly to the older man.

"I said, 'Major, are you alright'?"

"So, you are talkin' to me?"

"Yes… you are the one wearing the camouflage, young man…"

"What do you –" was all he could get out before looking down at his clothes.

The old man was right; he was in camouflage… the camouflage of an Army uniform. Just to be sure, he reached up to his head and felt his hair or lack thereof. Most of his hair was gone, replaced by a military cut… shorter on the sides, a little longer on the top (but not enough to cause a stir with superior officers).

"Haven't gotten much sleep, have you, son?" The older man asked aloud.

"Only gotten as much as I needed…" Dean responded as he stretched, feeling every bone in his body crack, pop or creak. "And, that obviously was not much, if today is any indication…"

"Well, I hope wherever you're headed, you'll find a warm bed and more rest… and, not just for your body… understand?"

"Yeah… I hope you're right…"

As soon as he finished their conversation, the pilot's voice came on the PA system, "Ladies & gentlemen, we will be descending into Kansas City International Airport very shortly for those who are departing. For those are staying on this flight, there will be an hour layover to reset the plane for the optimal flying experience, before we head onto Houston. You will be able to depart the plane to stretch your legs and get a snack or two, before coming back aboard. For the crew and myself, I would like to thank you for flying with us this morning. Flight attendants, please prepare the cabin for landing…"

As he looked around to make sure he had everything he needed, he checked on his person. Inside of his jacket was a wallet, which he assumed was his.

Opening it up, he found his I.D., a debit card, some credit cards, a little bit of cash, and something which almost made him lose his grip on the leather object: a photo of himself… and another man… kissing.

But this man wasn't just anyone random;

it was:

"Cas…" he breathed out.

TBC?

A/N: So, are you still interested?