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1983- Prologue

Dean slept soundly in the back of the car, he held onto Sam's hand. He and his family had been on the road for only a few months now. John looked up into the rearview mirror, making sure that the two were still asleep, and his heart gave a painful lurch at what he was about to do. He couldn't keep both boys. It wouldn't be fair; he wouldn't be able to afford to keep both. So he had made a choice, a difficult one at that.

The demon that killed Mary had been after Sam. He needed to keep the youngest safe first. Dean, while it killed him, had some hope at a normal life, and John was going to do his best to make sure that he did right by at least one of them. He drove into a long driveway, and Dean started to stir. "Dad?" He asked softly. "Where are we?" John sighed softly. His poor son, and he almost backed out and drove away, but that would be selfish.

"We are at a friend of mine, Dean. You are going to be staying with for a while." He said. "I am going to be taking Sammy somewhere too," he lied. "I just want you both to be safe, and this is the only way I knew how." He said, before stopping and getting out, and taking Dean by his hand, grabbing his bag, and leading him out of the car.

The house belonged to a couple who couldn't have kids. John had done extensive background checks on them. Making sure he was leaving Dean with the best people possible. "I don't want to leave you, dad. I don't want to leave Sammy!" He said, trying to pull his hand out. "Why can't I stay?" He looked up at John, his bright green eyes swimming in unshed tears. His father was leaving him, and wouldn't tell him when he'd be back.

John frowned and squatted down and hugged him. "Dean, I need you to do this. I need you to be strong for me, and for Sammy. You are such a good boy, and I couldn't ask for a better son." He said, pulling back. Some of the tears had escaped the boy's eyes, and were running down his cheeks. Dean couldn't help but think that his dad was telling him good bye. These words were the nicest things he's heard in months. "I love you Dean."

"I love you too, Daddy."

With that, John stood and knocked on the door. There was some shuffling from behind it, before it opened. "John," a dark haired man said, who reminded Dean of his dad, and a blonde lady behind him who smiled at Dean brightly. "Good to see you again. I believe that this is Dean than?" The man asked. "Hello there, I'm Paul, and this is my wife, Elizabeth."

Dean smiled at them almost shyly. "Hi," he said softly. "I'm Dean, but I guess, you knew that." He mumbled quietly. Elizabeth just stepped forward, and reached for his hand.

Before going with her, he hugged John one more time, and then moved away. "You look like my mommy." He said suddenly. She beamed brightly, already falling in love with the little boy.

John said his good-byes and left the house. He walked back to his car, defeated, and then drove off. He didn't get far before he had to pull over, his vision blurring turned the car odd. John got out and moved to the back and held his six month old close and began crying hard. He was sure that Mary would be turning over if she knew what he had done. "It's just you and me Sammy. Don't worry, Dean will be fine."