"What the hell was that?" Sam was half dragging his brother to the car after he had cried out in pain and doubled over in the restaurant.

"You think I know?" Dean groaned in pain and leaned into Sam. He felt like something was ripping him apart from the inside.

Sam opened the back door to the Impala and helped Dean lay down. He shut the door and looked up to the sky. "Cas! We need your help."

He turned around when he heard Dean kick the door from the inside and saw Castiel standing by the trunk. "Cas, Dean needs help."

Castiel walked around the car and met Sam by the door as he opened it. Sam had leaned down to help Dean up, but what he saw made him stop. Castiel couldn't see inside the car and had heard Sam gasp.

"Sam, what is it?" He put a hand on his shoulder.

"I…" Sam stood and turned to Castiel with a shocked expression.

"What?" Castiel looked into the car and saw a much younger Dean staring back at him.

"What's wrong?" Dean could tell by their faces that something happened. The pain was gone and he felt great now, but was worried by the looks he was getting.

"Dean, you don't feel any different?" Castiel could see something different with Dean other than his physical appearance, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

"Well, I don't feel like a raccoon is trying to claw its way out of me anymore."

Sam grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the car. When Dean protested, Sam pushed him down to look at himself in the side mirror on the Impala.

Dean's mouth dropped open is shock. "Oh my god." Dean was looking at his face from when he was maybe twenty-two. "What the hell?!" He turned and looked at the other two. "What happened to me?"

Sam just shook his head. Castiel furrowed his brows. "You've reverted to a younger age."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. How? We weren't even hunting anything right now." He crossed his arms in frustration.

"I think we've pissed off enough things to never feel safe." Sam felt a smile forming as his brother sighed dramatically.

"So, what happened exactly?" Castiel was still trying to figure out why Dean still seemed different.

"We were eating and then I suddenly felt like I'd been stabbed and was being ripped apart inside." Dean grimaced as he thought about the pain. "Then, when I was in the car, the pain just stopped."

"Witch, maybe?" Sam thought that was their best bet.

"Probably." Dean rubbed his arms absently. "I hate witches."

"Let's just get back to the bunker so we can try to figure out what to do."

The three men were walking around the car when a familiar voice got their attention.

"Hey!"

They all looked in the direction of the voice and collectively dropped their jaws in shock. A smiling, current-aged, Dean was running towards them while waving a hand in the air.

"What the…?" Dean backed away slightly as the smiling man got closer.

"I'm so glad I found you!" The second Dean caught up to the younger one and enveloped him in a tight hug.

"Whoa," Dean kept his arms at his side as the other man hugged him for a much too long hug. "What's happening right now?" He looked at Sam and Castiel but they seemed too confused by what was going on to respond.

Dean was clapped on the back a couple times before the man let him go and turned to the others with a bright smile. "Sammy!" He jumped forward and latched onto Sam for another tight hug.

Sam laughed and briefly returned the hug before Dean pulled back and looked at Castiel. "Cas," he pulled Castiel close for a hug, "I missed you so much."

Dean was having Cupid flashbacks but was more confused by this incident. "What's going on? Who are…What are you?" The other man seemed to ignore him as he continued to hold Castiel in a hug. Castiel just stood completely still, lost as to how to react. "Hey," Dean clapped, getting the other man's attention.

"Sorry." He smiled again and let go of Castiel. "I just barely ever get a chance to do that."

"What are you talking about?" Dean could feel a headache coming on.

"You guys don't let me hug anyone very often. It feels so good to do what I want." He chuckled and raised his shoulders slightly.

"Who doesn't let you hug anyone?" Sam looked at the man.

"Him," he pointed to Dean, "and the others of course."

"What others? What are you?!" Dean thought he should be panicking but he was just confused.

The older Dean turned his head in confusion. "I'm you." He said it like that should clear everything up.

"Cas?" Dean looked at the angel, hoping he'd have some kind of explanation.

Castiel was staring at the other Dean with narrow eyes. "He's not a demon. It seems to be you, but something is off," he looked at the younger Dean, "with both of you, actually."

"Okay, let's just get to the bunker and figure this out." Sam moved around the car.

"I'm driving." Dean held his hands out for the keys.

"No." Sam laughed. "We don't need you to have another fit and crash."

Dean sighed. He made sure to get in the front. He wasn't going to sit by whatever the other guy was. Castiel seemed to not notice how the smiling Dean kept glancing at him during the drive.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Sam decided to talk. "So, what do you mean that you're Dean?"

The man just shrugged. "I just am Dean."

"And this is Dean?" Sam pointed to his brother leaning against the window.

"Yeah, he's Dean and I'm a part of Dean."

"What does that mean?"

He furrowed his brow and frowned. "I don't know. I just know that I'm Dean."

Dean sighed and looked up in frustration. "Sam, I think he's literally told us everything he knows."

Castiel was looking at the man beside him. "How did you find us?"

He shrugged. "I just knew, like I was drawn to him."

Dean ran a hand over his face as he tried to understand what was going on. Sam glanced at the smiling Dean in the rearview mirror. "You mentioned others, what others?"

"The others." He shrugged and smiled like it should be obvious to them.

"We don't know what that means." Dean gestured frantically with his hands. This uber-happy version of himself was irritating.

"The other parts of you, Dean. The ones who won't let me hug people." He turned his smile to Castiel. "I always want to hug everyone, but they never let me. It just feels so good, but they don't understand."

Sam tried to not laugh, in fear of his brother smacking him, but the Dean in the backseat was like his brother when he was stoned. "Cas, does any of that make sense to you?"

The angel shook his head while eyeing the happy Dean. "No."

"So, these others will probably find me too, right," Dean looked back at the other man. "Will they be drawn to me?"

Happy Dean seemed to think about it and then nodded. "Yeah, most likely."

"Is that a good thing?" Sam looked at his brother.

"Oh yeah," the Dean in the back leaned forward in excitement, "those guys are awesome. Most of them anyway," he chuckled, "one or two of them are kinda mean, but they can't help it."

Dean felt a headache coming on and hoped he was just dreaming and he'd wake up perfectly normal again.

They arrived at the bunker about twenty minutes later. Which was more than enough time for Dean to want to strangle the happy version of himself. The dude never shut up.

"Honestly, Sam, I love the hair. I can't even imagine what you'd look like with something shorter. I think I just give you a hard time because it bothers you so much."

The group walked in together and Dean quickly made his way to the kitchen to get a drink. The fact that the other Dean could enter the bunker was promising. Supernatural evil wasn't supposed to be able to enter it of their own will.

Sam was laughing at Dean's comment as he spoke again. "Why don't you just have a seat? I need to talk to Cas."

He smiled broadly. "Sure thing, Sammy." He closed his arms around Sam for a long tight hug.

Sam laughed again. "Thanks, that's good." He patted his back and Dean let him go. Sam walked with Castiel and met Dean out of ear range of the smiling Dean looking around the bunker as he sat at the table.

"So, Cas, any ideas about what's going on?" Sam might've found all of this amusing at first, but the reality was that something was clearly and radically wrong with Dean.

Castiel shook his head. "No, I've never seen anything like this. Dean is clearly different and I can see a difference with his soul but it doesn't make sense."

Dean huffed and took a big drink from the liquor bottle he was holding. "Great."

"You two weren't doing anything or hunting anything when this happened?"

Dean shook his head. "No, we haven't worked a case in weeks. It has to be a witch though, right? Who else would or could do this?"

"We don't even know what this is." Sam ran a hand through his hair. "I just don't get the age thing. Why is he your current age and you're so young?"

Dean shrugged. "I know. Not that I mind being in my twenties again, but why like this?"

Before anyone could ask any more questions, there was loud banging from the bunker door. Everyone looked up in surprise. Happy Dean made to get up but Sam pointed at him, "No, just stay there."

Sam and Dean pulled out their guns and moved to the stairs up to the door. Sam motioned to Castiel to stay close to the other Dean. He stood nearby and put a hand on his shoulder. Dean smiled up at Castiel and put a hand over his. Castiel was confused but didn't move his hand away.

The banging sounded three more times as Sam and Dean approached the door. They had no way to look out the door so Sam just opened it slightly and nearly dropped his gun at the sight that greeted him.

Another Dean was standing outside the bunker. This one wasn't smiling, but looked calm. His hair was smoothed down and parted to the side and he was wearing thin framed glasses. His clothes looked neat and his shirt was tucked in. He was also Dean's current age. He nodded to Sam in greeting.

"Hi, Sam."

"What is it?" Dean was worried by the look on Sam's face. He pushed him over and opened the door. Dean groaned. "You've got to be kidding me."

The Dean outside looked at him with disapproval. "What are you doing answering the door? It's not safe for you to do that right now." He pushed his way in and made his way down the stairs like he owned the place.

Sam shut the door and followed the man down the stairs. "What do you mean it's not safe?"

He turned like he intended to answer, but the smiling Dean cut him off. "Hey! I'm so glad you made it." Happy Dean engulfed the other Dean in a big hug.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh my god, do we really have to do this with every person you see?"

Happy Dean pulled back and laughed. "Sorry. I just can't help it." He stepped away from the newest arrival and clasped his hands together.

"You were saying," Sam prompted for the neat looking Dean to continue.

He looked at Sam. "It's not safe for him," he pointed at young Dean, "to be taking any risks right now. He's very vulnerable."

"What?" Dean shifted a little closer to the man in glasses. "I can take care of myself."

The man raised a brow. "Not without us you can't."

"Without who?"

He looked at Sam. "Us." He pointed to himself and the smiling Dean now leaning on the map table. "And the others, of course."

"You both keep talking about the others, but who is that?"

"The other aspects of Dean. The other parts that make up who he is." He looked at the young Dean. "Without us, you're nothing but the base elements of your soul. You feel nothing and you won't be able to think to much extent."

Castiel seemed to then understand what was happening. He stepped closer to that Dean. "You're all parts of Dean's soul?"

He turned to look at the angel. "Yes, we represent the different traits that make up who he is."

"That's why you all look so strange to me." He looked between the three Deans. "You all look like Dean, but not complete. I couldn't place it before."

"Cas," young Dean stepped closer, "how can that even happen? A soul can't be broken apart. Death told me that himself."

"It's not broken, Dean. Someone has just made the different parts materialize into physical forms."

"Who can even do that?"

Castiel shook his head. "I don't know. I've never seen it happen before."

"So, you probably have no idea how to fix it." Castiel shook his head again. Dean looked at the smiling one. "And you couldn't tell us this?"

The man shrugged. "I didn't know. All I know is that I am Dean, you're Dean, and he's Dean."

"He doesn't have the capacity to understand, Dean." The one in glasses was watching with a slight look of contempt. "He doesn't really have a function when it comes to thought and knowledge."

Happy Dean laughed. "I don't."

The other Dean rolled his eyes.

"How many more of you are there?" Dean looked at the newest one since he might actually know.

"Uh," the man seemed to be counting internally, "four."

"God help me." Dean groaned.

"Don't be ridiculous. God won't be of any help." The new Dean looked at Sam. "We need to try and find a way to fix this, preferably before the others show up."

"Why, are they dangerous?" Sam had been smiling but was worried now.

"Not all of them, but we're the easiest ones to deal with. Believe me, the others won't be of any help and will need constant attention. And one of them is extremely dangerous and will need to be kept away from Dean at all times."

"What, why?" Dean didn't know how a part of his own soul could or would hurt him. "What part is he?"

"A very bad one. One that you always keep buried. One that wants to be released and doesn't care about any of us." He looked at Dean with an expectant look.

Dean felt an icy stab in his gut when he thought of what it could possibly be. He looked at the happy Dean and even he wasn't smiling now.

"What's he talking about, Dean? What part?" Sam didn't know what could possibly be so bad, but Dean looked terrified.

He shook his head. "Just find a way to fix it."

Sam nodded and walked off with brainy Dean to the library. Castiel hesitated but Dean nodded for him to go too. He had forgotten about the other man's presence until his hand was grabbed, making him jump.

"It'll be okay, Dean. Everything will be okay." Dean closed his eyes and wondered if slapping him would be appropriate or if it would hurt him too. He considered it more when the man hugged him from the side.