The Butterfly effect {Dean Winchester X OC}

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Dean was at his childhood home, shocked that his mom was alive too. He walked over to the fireplace, seeing a picture of John and Mary smiling with a young Sam and Dean in front of them. Another picture of Dean in a cap, looking cool into the camera. Then another picture of Dean and his prom date, clearly taken at prom but it wasn't the picture from Milena's prom. He finds one  of Sam as a graduate. The brunette picks up another picture. It's in black and white and shows John, dressed in baseball clothes with a cap and a baseball bat in his hand, ready to swing, smiling at the camera.

"Dad's on on a softball team." He turned to his mother looking at him with a serious face. "Dad's...Dad's softball team. It's....that's funny to me.

"He loved that team."

"Dad's dead? And the thing that killed him was a..." he asked, curiously.

"A stroke. He died in his sleep. You know that."

Dean smiled to himself, "That's great."

"Excuse me?" she asked, looking at her son, shocked he would say that.
"That–That's great. That he went peacefully, I mean. It sure beats the alternative."

"You've been drinking."

"No, I haven't. Mom."

"I'm just gonna call Carmen and have her come pick you up, ok?"

"Wait, no. No!" Dean puts his hand over Mary's which was over the phone about to pick it up. "Don't. Don't do that. I wanna stay here."

"Why?"

"Because I-I miss this place. It's okay, you go to bed. Okay?"
Mary looked at her son, confused and concerned. Dean goes over to the couch, sits down, and looks around a bit. She walks up to him, strokes his face tenderly, "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I think so."

"Okay." she said, bending down and kissing his forehead like all mothers do. She starts out of the room but stops at the door, "Get some rest. I love you."

"Me too." She started to leave but Dean cut her off, "Hey Mom."

"Yeah."

"Does our family associate with Milena Singer at all?"

Mary gave him a confused look, "No, who's that?"
"No one. It's fine. Goodnight."

She smiled and then went upstairs. Dean stayed on the couch, looking perplexed. He then sat there confused. This would be his life if The Yellow-Eyed Demon didn't get his mom. A life with no Milena. A life he would have wanted long ago but with no Milena then he doesn't want it. The next morning, Dean woke up seeing a picture of the whole family; the boys as kids and Mary and John with big smiles on their family. The brunette groaned, pissed that it wasn't a dream and this was real. He dialed his phone but only got Sam's machine. He hangs up, frustrated. Then he left the house, going to a college nearby. Dean into one of the professor's offices.

"Well, I don't think I've seen you in my class before." The man said, looking at Dean confused.

"You kidding me? I love your lectures. You...you make learning fun."

The two laugh, "So. What can I do for you?"

"What can you tell me about Djinns?"

The professor stood up, going over to his bookshelf, pulling some off. "Well, a lot of Muslims believed the Djinn are very real. And they're mentioned in the Koran-" he explained, opening the books up.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Get to the wish part." Dean said, rudely cutting him off.

"What about it?"