Dean looked around the white brick room and saw that Dean was sitting in front of Angelo’s oak wood desk, in his office.

“Hey Dean, are you good?” Dean was snapped out of his trance and looked back at Angelo. ‘What the hell,” Dean thought, ‘I went back in time!’

“I’m fine,” Dean said, “I was just thinking about something.”

Angelo nodded his head, “Don’t worry, I was just about to send you to Edgewalker.”

Dean sat straight up and looked at Angelo. A lightbulb went off in his head. “I have a question.”

“What is it?”

“Could you not designate me to that area?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to be announced as a fixer there, I want it to be unofficial.”

“So what you’re saying is that you want to look like you’re just moving there?”

Dean nodded his head, “I don’t want to have people coming to my door knowing who I am.”

Angelo rubbed his chin before coming to an answer. “Yeah, I can do that. I’m assuming you just want to be like a guy who solves problems that he wants, not the other way around.”

“Yeah,” Dean answered.

Dean stood up and shook hands with Angelo. Angelo led him out to the portal and gave Dean the same things as before. Dean walked through the portal with a smile on his face, he had a plan.

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Dean made it back to his house and unlocked the door. He walked in and smelled the welcoming smell of the new home.

“Hey, Nancy?” Dean asked, “Can you clean this place up for me?”

Nancy came out of the black portal and nodded her head. Dean smiled as he saw the familiar face that was Nancy. “You’re acting strange,” Nancy said.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked as he sat down on the red couch in the living room.

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“You seem happy, relieved that you saw me. Do you like me that much?” Nancy said as she put her hands on her cheeks, making a face that a teenage girl would make when she received a compliment.

“I’m just happy to be here. It feels nice to be free like this.” Dean stood up from the chair and put on his familiar leather gloves.

“Where are you going?” Nancy asked.

“I’m just going through a stroll in the woods.” Dean walked through the door and started to make his way to the nearby woods, going for a stroll.

On his way towards the woods, Dean saw another familiar face, it was Red. Instead of walking up and talking to her, Dean followed her into the woods. He knew what was going to happen and decided to solve the problem differently. He followed Red to her grandmother’s little hut in the woods. Red walked into the hut and Dean crept his way towards the door, finding that it was unlocked. Dean cracked the front door open and saw Red and her grandmother hugging. The grandmother put her hands on Red’s back as she led Red into her room. Dean formed an ax with his gloves and walked into the home. He listened in on Red talking with her grandmother and took a peek out the living room window. Dean saw a wolf creeping behind a tree, bearing its fangs at Dean. Dean just smiled and ran his finger across the head of the ax.

Dean turned his head when he heard Red make a mention of her grandmother’s eyes, that was the queue. Dean busted into the room just in time to see Red’s grandmother changing into a wolf and attacking Red. Dean lunged into the room and brought his ax down on the wolf, decapitating it. Blood started to spray across the room, drenching Red. Red looked up and saw Dean with the ax in his hands, staring back at her.

“W-what did you j-just do?” Red asked, shivering in fear.

“I just saved your life, you were going to be killed by that wolf.”

“But that was m-my grandmother.”

“Whatever happened, she isn’t your grandmother anymore. She was turned into a monster.” Red looked at the decapitated wolf head now sitting on her lap and came to a realization. First, she was sad, filled with guilt. Then, she was filled with anger and hatred for the monsters that did this to her beloved grandmother. She stood up and ripped the ax out of Dean’s hand. Dean was surprised at the strength that Red displayed. He noticed a black and white aura surrounding Red as she walked in the direction of the wolves’ den.

Dean silently followed Red through the woods as a type of protection, just in case something went wrong. Dean watched as Red violently ripped through the massive pack of wolves, like a lion ripping through the food it has just caught. He wasn’t surprised at Red’s strength as he was beaten viciously by her. She tore through the pack until she reached Erik Lambert, the head boss. The fight lasted around 10 minutes with Red as the victorious one. Dean hopped down from the tree he was perched on and watched as a crimson light surrounded Red, practically devouring her. After a couple of seconds, the crimson light subsided, leaving an unconscious Red lying on the ground. Dean slowly walked over to her, clapping his hands in applause. Red woke up to Dean clapping and looked at him in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” Red asked.

“You took my ax.” Dean walked up to Red and grabbed his ax. Dean started to walk away when Red asked him a question. “Who are you?”

Dean turned around and rubbed his chin. He didn’t know what to say because he wasn’t sure himself. Then, a lightbulb lit up inside his head and he smiled. “I’m just a Jack of all Trades.”

Red stood up and bowed. “Thank you very much for saving my life, mister.”

Dean smiled, “You’re welcome,” Dean said as he walked out of the forest and back to his home.