Location: The Men of Letters' Bunker, Kansas

Time: 4 A.M.

A phone -his phone to be exact- was what woke Dean Winchester from his semi-peaceful sleep. Jerking violently awake and reaching for his gun, Dean looked around in sleep-induced confusion. Realizing what the blaring noise was, Dean returned his gun to its spot under his pillow and reached over to his nightstand for the devilish contraption while simultaneously laying back down.

"Hello?" The hunter asked, his voice thick with sleep and muffled by his pillow.

"Hey Dean, it's Jody." Dean stiffened, worried at what could be happening that forced Jody to call Dean at such an early hour.

"Jody, you okay? Is something wrong?"

"Yes and no," Jody began, confusing Dean in the process. Jody didn't give Dean a chance to ask any questions however as she continued to speak, "I got a call from Donna about an hour ago. She said that a man walked into her station, covered in mud. When she asked him what he needed, he refused to give her anything and wouldn't say anything at all other than asking her what year it was. He refused to give her his name so she detained him and ran his DNA. There was a match." Here she stopped.

"Jody? Why are you telling me all of this if you have a match on who the dude is?" Dean tried to hide his annoyance from his voice, but lack of sleep was making that job quite difficult.

"I'm telling you this because," here she paused, "because the match came back as John Winchester."

Well shit.