(So I forgot that this episode is all Dean. So what I'm going to do is doing in 3rd Person and go along with the episode, with some things added in this. Hope you enjoy!)

*3rd Person POV*

In a motel, Dean and (y/n) were fast asleep. (Y/n) was on her side, her back to Dean's chest as he had her close to him, his left arm under her neck and his right arm drapped over her waist and his chin placed on the space where her neck and shoulder connected.

Sam, who was wide awake, gets up then pauses as he looks at them before leaving the room. A car pulls up and Sam gets in the passenger side, Ruby is driving. "Ready?" She asked him. "Definitely." Sam said and they drive off.

As he sleeps, Dean is dreaming and sees flashes of his terrified face, in red, and the sound of screams. He wakes, suddenly, to find Castiel sitting on his bed. "Hello, Dean. What were you dreaming about?" Castiel asked, plainly, then Dean looks over at (y/n), who didn't wake up. "She won't wake." Castiel said and Dean looks back at him.

"What did you do to her?" He asked, angrily. "Just put her in a deep sleep." Castiel said, plainly, and Dean glares at him. "What do you want?" he asked, annoyed. "Listen to me. You have to stop it." Castiel said. "Stop what?" Dean asked then Castiel puts two fingers to Dean's forehead.

"Move it buddy –" a voice ordered and Dean wakes up to see that he is outside on a bench, the voice belonging to a cop. "...you can't sleep here." said the officer. "Okay...sleep...where?" Dean asked with a groan as he sits up. "Anywhere but here." The officer said and he walks away.

Dean tries to make a call on his cell, but gets no signal. "Perfect." He growls and gets up. Moments later, he enters JAY BIRD's DINER and sits at the diner's counter next to a young dark haired man.

"Hey, where the hell am I?" Dean asked him. "Jay Bird's Diner." the man said. "Yeah, thanks. I mean, uh...city and state." Dean said. "Lawrence, Kansas." The young man replied and Dean is taken aback. "Lawrence." He said, shocked.

"Hey, you okay buddy?" The man asked Dean, concerned. "Yeah, tough night." Dean said as he shakes his head. The young man turns to the waiter and said. "Hey, uh, coffee here, Reg." 

"Okay, coming right up." Reg said while Dean pulls his cell phone from his pocket. "Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?" Dean asked and the man gives him a confused look. "The USS Enterprise?" The man asked with sarcasm. Dean looks at REG as he brings the coffee over and noticed he is dressed in 1970s hippie gear.

"Thanks...nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?" Dean said after accepting the coffee. "Sonny and Cher broke up?" The young man asked then Dean looks around the diner and notices everyone is dressed in 1970s-era clothes. He looks at the newspaper the young man is reading. The headline reads Nixon accepts resignation of top… and the date is Monday, April 30, 1973. Dean mouths the words Seventy three as another Man enters the diner.

"Hey, Winchester." the man calls out and Dean and the Young Man look around. The Man shakes the hand of the Young Man. "Son of a bitch. How you doing, Corporal?" The man asked. "Hey, Mr. D." The young man greets.

"I heard you were back." said the older man. "Yeah, a little while now." The young man said. "Good to have you home, John, damn good." The older man said and Dean's eyes widen at this, shocked.
"Dad?" he mutters.

"Well, say hello to your old man for me." the man said to John. "You got it, Mr. D." John said and he turns and notices Dean staring at him. "Do we know each other?" John asked him. "I guess not." Dean said then John gets up to leave. "Take it easy, pal." John said after putting Dean's shoulder then walks off. "Yeah." Dean said, his mind still reeling at what just happened.

Later, Dean was following John Winchester when he turns a corner and bumps into Castiel. "What is this?" Dean asked him. "What does it look like?" Castiel asked him and Dean looks around. "Is it real?" Dean asked. "Very." Castiel said.

"Okay, so what? Angels got their hands on some Deloreans?" Dean asked, sarcastically, and Castiel gives him a confused look. "How did I get here?" Dean asked him. "Time is fluid, Dean. It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion." Castiel replied.

"Well bend it back or tell me what the hell I'm doing here!" Dean yells, angrily. "I told you, you have to stop it." Castiel said. "Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after my Dad?" Dean asked. Then a car horn sounds out and he turns to it. When he turns back, Castiel is gone. "Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!" Dean growls, annoyed.

Later that day, at the Rainbow Motors Car Dealership, John was talking to a car salesman as they stand in front of a beige VW van. "A fine young man like yourself, just starting out? How about I take off another 250?" the salesman asked and John considers it for a moment.

"Let's do it." John said and the salesman smiles. "I'll get the paperwork." The salesman said and he walks off while John walks over to the front of the van and rubs the headlights.

"That's not the one you want." a voice said and John looks over and sees Dean leaning on a '67 Chevy Impala. "You following me?" John asked him, suspiciously. "No, no, I was just passing by. I never got to thank you for that cup of coffee this morning. I was a little out of it." Dean said. "More than a little." John chuckles.

"Let me repay the favor." Dean said and he pats the hood of the Impala. "This is the one you want." He said as John walks over to him. "Oh yeah, you – you know something about cars?" John asked. Dean nods his head and looks slightly nostalgic. "Yeah... yeah, my Dad taught me everything I know. And this – this is a great car." Dean said and opens the hood of the Impala and leans in. John joins him on the side of the car.

"327 four barrel, 275 horses. A little TLC and this thing is cherry." Dean said and John looks over, impressed. "You know man, you're right." He said and Dean nods over his shoulder at the van. "Then what are you buying that thing for?" asked Dean. "I kinda promised someone I would." John said. "Over a '67 Chevy? I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40." Dean said.

John considers it for a moment and hold out his hand to Dean. "John Winchester." He introduced and Dean shakes his hand. "Dean Van Halen – and thank you." Dean said and John looks in the open windows of the Impala. "I was in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?" Dean said and John snorts. "No kidding."

"I've been hung over before but, hey, I was, I was getting chills in that diner. You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?" Dean asked. "Nope." John replied. "I swore I smelled something weird too, you know? Like...like rotten eggs. You didn't happen to smell any sulfur by chance?" Dean asked. "No." John said with confusion. "No...There been any cattle mutilations in town recently?" Dean asked and John stands up and turns to him.

"Okay, mister! Stop it." he said, firmly. "Yeah, if only I knew what to stop. Listen, uh – watch out for yourself okay?" Dean said and John raises an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, sure." He said, suspiciously. Dean pats the Impala again and leaves just as the salesman comes up. "So?" asked the salesman and John points at the Impala. "I'll take this one." He said.

John pulls up on a suburban street in the Impala. Further down the street Dean pulls up and he watches as a young blonde woman runs from a house to John's car. "Hey." John greets. "What's this?" The girl asked as she looks at the Impala. "My car." John said as the girl walks around the back of the car, and John follows her.

"What happened to the van?" she asked. "Mary, this is better than the van! This has got a 327, a four barrel carburetor." John said and Dean's eyes widen. "Mom?" he said, shocked.

Later, Mary and John are inside with milkshakes while Dean watches them through a window. "Sammy, wherever you are, Mom is a babe." He mutters then thinks over what he just said. "I'm going to hell...again." he mutters as he watches them.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as John and Mary sat, talked and ate. At one point, a young man, with (h/c) hair, comes up to then and starts to talking to them. They seemed to get along as they were smiling and laughing but Dean couldn't help but wonder why the young guy looked a bit familiar.

But before he could dwell on it too long, the man leaves and a few moments later, Mary gets up and leaves. John smiles a bit then looks down at something. Dean couldn't see what it was but John looks back, jumps and he stuffs something in his pocket as Mary starts to come back and sit across from him.

"Why are you following my friend and her boyfriend?" a male voice asked. Dean turns around and the young man knees him in the stomach and throws him against a metal container next to the building. He goes to punch Dean, who dodges it and steps sideways.

"Are you crazy?" Dean asked but the man continues his attack.

Dean backs up as the young man comes after him, but Dean manages to grab his arms. "You've been trailing her since her house." The man growls. "I don't know what you're talking about –" Dean said and the man huffs a laugh. "Calling my friend a liar?" He said then he and Dean grapple.

Dean grabs him, holds him against a wall and that's when he got a good look and realized who he was. "(Father's name)?" He said, shocked, and the man's eyes narrow at him. "How do you know my name?" He asked with a growl. "Well, you're a hunter, right?" Dean asked and (Father's name) gives him a bewildered look.

(just to make it better to write, instead of putting (Father's name) I'm gonna put (f/n) instead.)

Later that night, John and Mary pull up to Mary's house in the Impala. "See you later?" John asked her. "If you're lucky." Mary said, smiling. They kiss and Mary gets out of the car. As she approaches the house, Dean and (f/n) appear. "So, this my stalker?" Mary asked, crossing her arms. "Names Dean....and he's a hunter." (F/n) replied. "You know I can speak for myself." Dean said, quickly, to him while Mary looks at Dean, who looks back at Mary.

"Wait, you're a hunter?" He asked and Mary nods in response.

"Wait, if he's a hunter...I'm not sure he should come in." She said. "You can trust me. I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right? I mean, we're – we're practically family." Dean said. "Yeah, thing is, my Dad, he's a little, um..." Mary stops and Dean looks towards the front door then back at Mary.

"Oh, I gotta meet him." He said. "You've heard of him?" Mary asked. "Clearly not enough." Dean said and Mary looks over at (f/n). "You okay with this?" (F/n) asked her. "Yes, I've got this." Mary said and (F/n) nods before he pats Dean's shoulder.

"Okay, well I better get outta here. Good luck, buddy." (F/n) said and he starts to walk off. "What, got a hot date?" Mary teases and (f/n) chuckles. "Maybe..." he said with a smirk. "Could it be a certain waitress from the bar we like to go to?" Mary asked and (f/n)'s face turns red.

Mary giggles then said. "Well, say hello to (mother's name) for me." Dean stands frozen in his spot at this when (f/n) shouts back. "Will do!" Before he heads towards the white truck, gets inside and drives off.

Afterwhile, inside the Campbell house, Mary's father looks Dean over. "So, you're a hunter? Well, tell me something, mister hunter, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?" He asked Dean. "Neither, you cut their heads off." Dean replied and Mary smiles. "So, did I pass your test?" Dean asked. "Yep. Now get out of my house." Her dad ordered.

"Dad!" Mary exclaims. "I don't trust other hunters, Dean, don't want their help, don't want them around my family." Mary's father said as his wife is setting the table in the next room, and calls to Samuel. "Knock it off, Samuel."

"He's a hunter." the father said as his wife walks into the room. "Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I am inviting him to dinner." She said then she turned to Dean. "Are you hungry?" She asked, sweetly. "Starving." Dean said. "Good. I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, now wash up." She said and Dean looks at Mary. "Samuel and Deanna?" Dean asked and Mary nods. "Really?" He mutters.

Later, Dean, Mary, Samuel and Deanna are sitting around the dining room table, eating dinner. Deanna leans over and touches Dean's arm. "First time in Lawrence, Dean?" She asked him. "Well, it's been a while. Things sure have changed...I think." He replied. "You working a job?" Samuel asked. "Yeah, maybe." Dean said.

"What's that mean?" Samuel asked him. "It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel." Dean said and Samuel narrows his eyes.

"Hey, um, so why were you following me and John?" Mary asked Dean. "Mmm, I thought something was after your, um, boyfriend, but um, I don't think that anymore." Dean said. "John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?" Deanna said, chuckling, while Samuel frowns at this.

"I saw that." Mary said to her father. "What?" Samuel asked. "That sour lemon look." Mary replied. "Now hold on, John's a really, really nice...naive civilian." Samuel said. "So what? You'd rather me be with a guy like this?" She said as she nods to Dean. "What? No, no. No." Dean said, quickly. "Or like (f/n)?" Mary asked her father, ignoring Dean.

"Mary, of course not, it's just that I –"

"That's enough, both of you, we have company." Deanna said, firmly, and Samuel and Mary look down.

"So what about you, Samuel, you, uh, working a job?" Dean asked. "Might be." Samuel said. "He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm." Mary said and Samuel gives her a look as Dean clears his throat.

"Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?" Dean asked. "Well, it's been all over the papers. Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over." Samuel replied. "That kind of thing happens." Dean said. "So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?" Samuel asked him. "Demonic omens?" Dean said, shrugging. "That's what I gotta find out." said Samuel.

"What about the rest of the town? Well, did you find anything on the web...Of information that you have assembled?" Dean asked. "Electrical storms maybe. The weather service graphs should be here on Friday." Deanna said. "By mail?" Dean asked. "No, we hired a jet liner to fly 'em to us overnight." Samuel said.

"You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing. You know if we go in there in numbers, we could take care of this real quick." Dean said. What part of "we work alone do you not understand, son?" Samuel growled. 

"What about (f/n)? You seem to work with him." Dean tries to defend. "I've known his father since we were kids. So I've known him all his life. I trust him." Samuel said, firmly.

The next morning, at the Whitshire home, Mary and Samuel are sitting in a truck just as a motorcycle, riding by (f/n) comes up behind them. "And I'm here because?" Mary asked. "Family business, Mary...family." Samuel said and Mary scoffs. "What? You'd rather be waving pom-poms at a bunch of dumb jocks?" He asked as Mary sees a boy leaning on a tree nearby and walks towards him. "Where you goin'?" He asked her. "To do the job, Dad." She replied.

(F/n) looks over at her then at Samuel. "I'll go with her." He said and he follows Mary while Samuel walks to the house and knocks on the door.

Dean opens the door, dressed as a priest, which caught Samuel by surprise. "Father, I see you beat me here." he said after recovering from the shock, quickly. "The Lord is funny that way." Dean said then he turns to the woman inside. "Beth Whitshire, this is my associate, our senior, senior priest, Father Chaney." Dean introduced as he and Beth joins Samuel outside on the doorstep.

"Please accept our deepest condolences on behalf of the county diocese." Samuel said. "Thank you." Beth said. "Mrs. Whitshire was just telling me all about Tom, and how normal and ordinary things were the day before his death." Dean said. "I see, so you didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?" Samuel asked. "You mean like my husband's guts fertilizing the back 40?" She asked.

Samuel is stunned into silence at her response, and Dean, looking amused, turns to leave. "Excuse me." Dean said and he pats Samuel on the back and then makes his way off the porch. Samuel shares an awkward smile with Beth, while Dean approachs Mary, (f/n) and the boy.

Mary notices Dean and turns back to the boy. "Charlie, would you like to tell the Father here what you just toldmus?" she asked the young boy. The boy looks up at Dean then said. "Dad drank sometimes. Sometimes he got rough with Mom."

"And that's when the stranger came?" (f/n) asked. "I just thought he was some Bible thumper, like you all. He showed up about a week ago." Charlie said. "Saying what?" Dean asked. "Did I want the beatings to stop? I just thought he was crazy, I didn't think – and the next thing I know, Dad's dead." Charlie said then he looks between the two.

"Am I going to jail?" he asked and Mary shakes her head. "You didn't do this, Charlie." She assures. "Did the stranger want something in return?" Dean asked him. "He didn't want anything." Charlie replied. "Come on, Chuck, he wasn't just handing out freebies now, was he?" Dean asked and Charles sighs.

"He did say something about comin' a callin' ten years from now. Maybe he'd want something then." he replied. "Something like what?" Dean asked. "I don't know, okay? Look, I told you he was nuts." Charlie said and Mary grabs Dean's and (f/n)'s arms and leads them a few steps away.

"What do you think?" she asked Dean. "I think he just pimped his soul to a demon and doesn't even know it." Dean replied and (f/n) nods. "I was thinking the same." He mutters and Mary returns to Charlie, Dean and (f/n) follow her.

"Charlie, do you remember what this stranger looked like?" Mary asked him. "Yeah, he was about 5'10, white, normal looking really." Charlie replied. "Anything else?" (F/n) asked him. "There was one thing." Charlie said. "What?" Dean asked. "It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way and...for a moment I coulda sworn –" he stops and bites his lips. 

"What? That they were black? Or red maybe?" Dean asked and Charlie shakes his head. "No, they were yellow. Pale yellow." He replied and Dean looks over at Mary and (f/n).

That night, at the Campbell house, Dean slams a map down on the dining room table. Deanna is in the kitchen chopping bananas. "What do you say we just slow down and talk this thing through." (F/n) said to Dean. "There's nothing to talk about." Dean said. "Except you're saying it's a demon, and none of us has ever heard of a demon with yellow eyes." (F/n) said. "Yeah, well, I have. This thing killed my family." Dean said, angrily.

"Just calm down, son." Samuel said, calmly, but Dean turns to him. "You don't get it, do you? You are in danger, we are all in danger. In fact, you need to get yourself someplace safe." Dean said. "Not until we know what we're dealing with here." Samuel said as Deanna comes in carrying a fruit salad.

"Sam's right, Dean, it could be a demon, it could be a shapeshifter, it could be any number of things." she said. "I know what this thing is!" Dean yells while Deanna goes back into the kitchen. "And I'm gonna kill it, that's all the talking I need to do." Dean growls.

"You're gonna kill a demon? How?" Samuel asked. "There's a hunter named Daniel Elkins. He lives in Colorado, he has Colt's gun." Dean said and (f/n) gives him a confused look. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Colt's gun? Like The Colt?" He asked and Dean nods.

"I thought that was just a bedtime story?" (F/n) asked and Samuel shrugs. "Well, it's real." Dean said and Samuel looks at Deanna, they don't know what to think. "Alright, say that it is. You got some kind of crystal ball telling you where this demon's gonna be?" Samuel asked. "Yeah, maybe I do." Dean said as he takes John's journal out of his jacket and flips it open on the table.

"What's this?" (f/n) asked him. "It's a list." Dean replied. "Of what?" Samuel asked. "My Dad wrote down anyone he thought ever came in contact with the Yellow Eyed Demon: who, where and when." Dean replied. "Why?" Samuel asked him. "‘Cause the more he could learn about the son of a bitch, the more he could figure out why it killed my Mom." Dean said then he flips the page.

"Look, Whitshire Farm. I told you that name sounded familiar." Dean said and Samuel gives him a confused look. "Whitshire Farms, that was two days ago. How the hell is that on your Dad's list?" He asked. "Uh...my Dad could see the future." Dean replied, quickly, then points at the page. "Look at this, it says he's gonna hit here tomorrow night." He said.

"Liddy Walsh?" Samuel said. "Haleyville, that's close." Dean said. "I mean, yeah, it's about three miles, but..." Samuel said then he looks over at Deanna, who leaning on the door jamb, and she shakes her head slightly at the whole story. Samuel looks back at Dean, who sees that they don't believe him.

"I know you guys think I'm crazy." Dean said. "You seem like a really nice kid, Dean, but yeah, you're crazy." Samuel said and Dean looks between Samuel, Deanna and (f/n). "Yeah, maybe, but I know where this bastard's gonna be, and I'm gonna stop it, once and for all." Dean growls and he takes the journal and walks out of the room.

Mary was sitting in her room, listening to music, when Dean comes up. "I'm shoving off. I just wanted to say, bye." He said and she turns to him. "Really? So soon?" She asked. "Yeah – job to do." Dean said then he stops for a moment then looks back at her. "Hey, I wanted to – to tell you, you know for what it's worth. Um...it doesn't matter what your Dad thinks, I like that John kid." He said and Mary smiles.

"You do?" she asked. "Yeah. Yeah, I think you two are meant to be." He said before mutter, softly. "Hell, I'm depending on it."

"What?" Mary asked and Dean looks back at her. "Nothing. Um, can I ask you a question?" He asked and Mary nods. "What's he like? John." Dean asked. "Why do you ask?" Mary asked him. "Just curious." Dean said and Mary thinks for a moment. "I don't know. He's sweet, kind. Even after the war, after everything, he still believes in happily ever after, you know? He's everything a hunter isn't." She said. "No offense." She adds.

"No, none taken." Dean said 

"Can I tell you something?" she asked and Dean nods. "He's gonna ask me to marry him. Tomorrow, I think!" She said, smiling. "Yeah?" Dean said, surprised. "Oh, Dad's gonna explode, but I don't care. I'll run away if I have to, I just…I love John, and..." she said, smiling, before she stops.

"And what?" he asked. "I wanna get out. This job, this life, I hate it. I want a family, I wanna be safe. You know the worst thing I can think of? The very worst thing? Is for my children to be raised into this like I was. No, I won't let it happen." Mary said and Dean blinks back tears. "Yeah..." he mutters.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked him, worried. "Yeah, no, I'm – I'm fine. Hey, uh, Mary, can I tell you something?" He asked. "Sure." She said. "Even if this sounds really weird. Will you promise me that you will remember?" He asked. "Okay." She said, her eyebrow raised.

"On November 2nd, 1983, don't get out of bed. No matter what you hear, or what you see. Promise me you won't get out of bed." he said and she gives him a confused look. "Okay." she said as a tear runs down Dean's face. He smiles at Mary and leaves.

As Dean walks out, he sees the all too familiar motorcycle while (f/n) was standing by the bike. "Nice bike." Dean compliments and (f/n) looks over at him. "Thanks. Just got it." He said. "You a bike guy?"

"Me? No, no, just know a good bike when I see one...but...my girlfriend has the bike knowledge." Dean said. "Oh, got yourself a bad girl? Better watch out for them." (F/n) teased and Dean chuckles. "You have no idea." He said and (f/n) laughs. "Well, more power to ya, buddy."

"Speaking of girlfriends, how did that date, last night, go for you?" Dean asked and (f/n) smirks. "Honestly...it went amazingly. There's just...I don't know...something about her. I've only been with her for a few months and it's like...she was made for me. And...the more I spend time with her...the more I want to leave this hunting life behind." He replied then he turns to Dean. "Sounds insane, doesn't it?" (F/n) asked and Dean shrugs. "I'd say go for it. But then again, I know crazy talk." Dean said, smirking, and (f/n) laughs.

"Yeah, about that....you sure about it? What you said about the Colt and this...yellow eyed demon?" (F/n) asked him. "I've never been so sure in my life." Dean said and (f/n) looks down, sighs then looks back at him. "Well, if you need any help, have Mary call me." (F/n) said and he climbs on his bike and begins to start it.

"Hey (f/n)!" Dean said and the young man looks back at him with his familiar (e/c) eyes. "You take care. And keep your girlfriend safe, okay? Watch over her and make sure she's safe at all time." Dean warns and (f/n) looks him over before he nods. "I will." He said then he revves up the engine of the bike. "See you around, buddy." (F/n) said before he drives off.

Later that night, Dean is driving when Castiel appears next to him. Dean inhales sharply. "So what? God's my co-pilot, is that it?" He asked, annoyed. Castiel just looks at him, and Dean glances over again. "Well, you're a regular Chatty Cathy. Tell me something. Sam and (y/n) would have wanted in on this, why not bring them back?" Dean asked. "You had to do this alone, Dean." Castiel replied.

"And you don't care that Sam's tearing up the future looking for me right now? Or (y/n)?" Dean asked. "Sam's not looking for you and I told you (y/n) is asleep." Castiel said. "Alright, if I do this, then the family curse breaks, right? Mom and Dad live happily ever after, and – and, Sam and I grow up playing little league and chasing tail? (Y/n)'s parents could live? (Y/n) and I can have a normal life together?" Dean asked.

"You realize, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam, (y/n) – you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die." Castiel said. "I realize." Dean grumbles. "And you don't care?" Castiel asked. "Oh, I care. I care a lot, but these are my parents and (y/n)'s dad. I'm not gonna let them die again. I can't. No, not if I can stop it." Dean said then he looks over to the passenger seat, but Castiel is gone.