The last time Dean went by the name Jason was a lifetime ago. Literally. He had been resurrected so many times since then, that anything that happened prior to Dean going to get Sam at Stanford seemed like someone else's life. Someone who hadn't been royally fucked by the cosmos and had to live with some bullshit destiny that ended with his brother in a hole.

It had been a fluke. Dean was passing through Smallville and met this girl at a coffee shop, and didn't feel like being himself. He gave her the name "Jason Teague" -- an alias he was rather proud of at the time -- and wound up staying for over a year, living someone else's life. It had been nice, not to be Dean Winchester for a while, and Jason's life with Lana ... well, it had been pretty sweet. Something next to normal -- or as normal you can get in a town like this.

It had been five years, a trip to both sides of the afterlife, and a whole lot of pain and suffering since he had been called that name in that voice, but God, it was almost sweet to hear it again. He also knew that he had drank enough that he was probably hallucinating, so he didn't heed it, just unlocked the front door of his car, getting ready to slide inside.

"Sleep it off, Winchester," he muttered. "Deal with the fact that you're losing your mind in the morning."