Episode: Season 2 Episode 20

Part: 3

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) =Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happen in this show/fandom

Enjoy~

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Dean was sitting in front of his laptop, reading headlines that related to cases he had solved.

: Tragedy shocks the nation, as emergency crews continue to search rubble

: ...Mystery illness baffles doctors at Dane County Hospital

: ...Brutal double homicide in quiet residential area causes shock

: Mother devastated after discovering daughter drowned.

There was one that caused a pang of sadness in his chest...

: (M/n) (L/n) was found dead in an alley, known to be a mugging...

The Winchester closed his laptop shut quickly. (M/n) was found dead....That meant (D/n) was in hell, being tortured....or worse....no, he had to be somewhere....but why is he seeing (M/n)?

He caught a glimpse of someone passing. Getting up, he followed.

~Dean's Bedroom~

He opened his bedroom closet door and saw several female corpses, hanging. He heard a sound and turned around to see (M/n), bloody, flickering in front of him.

The boy pulled an arm up and pointed a finger at him. "You did this...."

He panted, looking shocked. He turned back around to the closet, to see nothing. He turned back around to see (M/n) gone.

"(M/n)....No...."

~Graveyard, night~

Dean was standing by John's grave.

"All of them. Everyone that you saved, everyone Sammy, I, and (M/n) saved. They're all dead. (M/n) was found dead...That means (D/n) never found us...And that means the demons and angels found him....He's haunting me. I don't know why though. I don't know what the connection is yet. It's like my old life doesn't want me to be happy....Yet....I was happy with (M/n). I don't wanna be with Carmen, I wanna be with (M/n)...." His lips trembled, the sky started to rumble. Tears fell down his cheeks. "Yeah..."

Dean wiped the tears off his cheeks. He turned around and walked away.

~Winchester House~

Sam woke up to a dog barking and a car outside. He went down the stairs, quietly, with a bat in his hand.

He stopped in the doorway, leaning looking into the living room. He saw the window open and under it, someone was in one of the cabinets. Sam goes in, swinging. The person got up and counterattacks, throwing him on the floor.

""That was so easy, I'm embarrassed for you." Dean said.

"Dean? What the hell are you doing?"

Dean got up, letting Sam get up off the floor. Much like when he got Sam from Stanford.

"I was looking for a beer."

"In the china cabinet?"

Sam went to turn on the light and he sees a box with their parents silverware on the floor, open.

"That's mom's silver." Sam said.

"Sam."

"What, you....you broke into the house....to steal mom's silver?"

"It's not what it looks like. Ok, I didn't have a choice."

"Oh really? Why? What's so damn important you gotta steak from your own mother?"

"You want to truth?"

"Yeah, yeah I do."

"I owe somebody money." Dean shrugged.

"Who?"

"A bookie. I lost big on a game, I gotta bring him the cash tonight."

"I can't believe we're even related."

"Sam, I'm sorry."

"Yeah." Sam said quietly.

"I'm sorry that we don't get along. And I wish to hell I could stay and fix it. But I gotta do this. Peoples lives depend on it....(M/n)'s life depends on it." He turned around and took a knife from the box.

"What are you talking about, Dean?"

"Nothing. Forget it. Just, uh....Hey, tell mom I love her.

Sam frowned, seeing something was up. The oldest went to the door.

"Dean."

"I'll see you, Sammy."

He went out the door. Outside, Dean started the Impala's engine, thinking. Suddenly the passenger door opens and Sam gets in the car.

"Get out of the car." Dean said to his little brother.

"I'm going with you."

"You're just gonna slow me down."

"Tough."

"This is dangerous and you could get hurt."

"Yeah, and so could you, Dean."

"Sam-" Dean started, but his brother interrupted him.

"Look, whatever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone. And that's that."

"I don't understand. Why are you doing this?"

The youngest sighed. "Because you're still my brother."

"Bitch."

"What are you calling me a bitch for?"

"You're supposed to say jerk."

"What?"

"Never mind."

He put the Impala in drive and drove off.

~Later~

Sam looks down at a bag on the seat between them.

"What's in the bag?" He asked.

"Nothin'."

"Nothing?"

"Yeah, nothing."

"Fine." Sam grabbed the bag and opened it.

"You don't wanna do that."

"Oh really?" He took out a jar of blood. "What the hell is this?"

"Blood."

"Yeah, I can see that it's blood, Dean! What the hell is it doing in here?" Sam asked, upset.

"You don't really wanna know."

"No, I do really wanna know. I really, really, do."

"Yeah, well you're gonna find out sooner or later. I needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood."

"You needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood, why?"

"Because there's this creature. A Djinn. And I have to hunt it."

"Okay, um....stop the car."

"O know how it sounds."

"Great. Just stop the car."

"It's the truth, Sam. All right, there are things out there in the dark. There, there, there are bad things. There are nightmare things. And people have to be saved and if we don't save them, then nobody will."

"Look, I wanna help you, all right. I-I really, really do, but you're having some kind of psychotic breakdown, so, I.....just-"

"I wish."

Sam picked up his phone and started dialing a number. Dean rolled down his window, grabbed Sam's phone and threw it out the window. Rolling the window back up.

"What the hell was that, Dean? That was my phone!"

"I'm not going to a rubber room, Sammy. And we got work to do."

"What? I was just trying to help you out, Dean. I don't, I don't want you to get yourself hurt."

"What? You protect me?"

"yeah!"

He just laughed. "Oh, that's hilarious. Why don't you just sit tight and try not to get us both killed."

~Old Factory~

The brothers were walking around the place, flashlight in Dean's hand.

"See? There's nothing here." Sam said.

Dean started walking don the hallway, same way as the last time when he got attacked. Sam closely followed.

"Look, Carmen's gotta be worried sick about you, Dean. Come on, let-let's just go." Sam persisted.

There was a sound.

"Shh!" They heard sounds and Sam finally took it seriously.

"What the hell is that?"

"Stay behind me and keep your mouth shut."

They kept walking, soon Dean went to a big room. Bodies hanging from the ceiling, sam as Dean's closet.

"What the hell?"

Dean walked further to the right, and they saw a woman, hanging like the bodies. They approach her and see another blood bag nest to her, filled with blood. Her eyes are open, but she looks close to death.

"Is this what you were trying to do, (M/n)? Bring me here." Dean asked nothing.

"Dean, who are you talking about, what's going on?"

"Shh!" Dean grabbed him, as the girl began to moan and whimper.

Behind them, the Djinn was coming out. the boys were gone.

"Where's my dad? I wont tell..."She sobbed. She looked at the Djinn, moving her feet away from it. "Where's my dad."

The Djinn touched her face. "Sleep." It said.

A blue flared over her cheek as he stroked her. The things eyes were blue. Her head falls forward. The thing started drinking her blood from the bag. Sam gags in disgust. The Djinn hears, and turned around right away. It walked to their hiding spot, to find no one there.

The Djinn walked up some creaky steps. Sam and Dean were standing below them, looking up, following his steps. When the door closes in the background, Sam began to breath loudly.

"This is real? You're not crazy?"

"She didn't know where she was. The thought she was with her father."

The two walk up to the woman again.

"What if that's what the Djinn does? It doesn't grant you a wish, it just makes you think it has."

"Look, man. That thing could come back, all right?"

Dean walked past Sam in the opposite direction of the woman. He looks up at a light bulb and it starts to flicker, He saw himself hanging by his wrists like the woman.. Dean started to gag, little trouble breathing.

"Dean, please."

"What if I'm like her? What if I'm tied up in here some place? What if all this is in my head? I mean it could, you know, maybe it gives us some kind of supernatural acid, and then just feed on us slow."

"No. Dean, that doesn't make sense. Ok?"

"What if that's why (M/n) keeps coming to me? He's not a spirit. It's-it's like more and more like I'm catching flashes of reality. You know, like I'm here somewhere, and I'm-I'm catatonic, and I'm taking all this stuff in but I, but I can't snap out of it."

"Yeah, or, look. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right. I was wrong. You're not crazy but we-we-we need to get out of here, fast."

He started to pull Dean with him. Dean pulled loose from Sam.

"I don't think you're real."

"Dude, you feel that?" He grabbed Dean by the arms, starting to get agitated. "You fell this? I'm real. This is not an acid trip. I'm real, and that thing is gonna come down here and kill us for real. Now, please-"

"There's one way to be sure." He pulled out a knife.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?" Sam asked, backing up.

"It's an old wives' tale. If you're about to die in a dream, you wake up."

"No, no, no, no, no, no. That's crazy. All right?"

"Maybe."

"You're gonna kill yourself." Dean holds out the knife and his other hand to stop him. "Ok."

"Or I'm gonna wale up. One or the other."

"Ok. This isn't a dream, all right. I'm here, with you, now. And you're about to kill yourself, Dean."

"No, I'm pretty sure. Like, 90% sure. But I'm sure enough."

He turn the knife on himself, taking both his hands to the handle, ready to thrust it into himself.

"WAIT!"

Suddenly Mary walks up next to Dean, in the same nightgown that she died in. Behind Sam, Carmen appeared.

"Why's you have to keep digging." Sam asked.

Dean looked at Mary. Jessica to his right.

"Why couldn't you have left well enough alone? You were happy."

"Put the knife down, honey." His mother said.

"You're not real. None of this is real." Tears welled in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter. It's still better than anything you had."

"What?"

"It's everything you want. We're a family again. Lets go home."

"I'll die." Dean said, shaking his head. "The Djinn will...drain the life out of me in a couple of days."

"But in here, with us, it'll feel like years. Like a lifetime. I promise." Mary took his chin in her hand, he looked down at her. "No more pain, or fear. Just love and comfort. And safety. Dean, stay with us." She was stroking her cheeks as he leaning into her touch, closing his eyes. "Get some rest."

"You don't have to worry about Sam anymore. You get to watch him live a full life." Dean looked at Jessica.

"We can have a future together. Have our own family." Camren walked up to him/

Sam then walked up to him.

"Why is it our job to save everyone? Haven't we done enough? I'm begging you. Give me the knife." Sam said.

Dean looked at everyone, before inhaling. "I'm sorry."

He thrust the knife into himself, and blood came out of his mouth.

"DEAN! DEAN! Dean." Sam said, fading into (M/n)'s voice.

~Real Time~

(M/n) was on the floor, with Dean laying on his lap. Tears welling in the demons eyes. "Oh, god. Come on." He started shaking the Winchester. "Hey. Wake up. Wake up, damn it!"

Dean grunt a little. His eyes began to focus on Sam, who was standing behind (M/n).

"Thank god. We thought we lost you for a second." Sam said, pulling a tube out of Dean's throat.

"You almost did." His green eyes met relieved (eye color) eyes and he hug the demon tightly.

His arms hooked under the boys, pulling him in tight. Pressing his lips to the demons shoulder and digging his fingers into the boys back. (M/n) knew this hug well, it was always when Dean thought it was going to loose the demon.

(M/n) hugged him back, taking in his smell he loved so much. Leather and cheap soap. It was perfect.

"I thought I'd never see you again." Dean said, voice breaking, tears welling in his eyes.

The demon just held him, and let him cry.

Sam looked at the two, he always thought (D/n) wanted to kill them, but seeing him comfort his brother....He finally saw that the boy was like them.

~Later in the motel~

Dean had held onto (M/n). Both were in bed, cuddling. Sam in the other, sleeping.

"(M/n), I wanna give you something..."

"What is it?"

Dean took off his ring, took the boys left hand and put it on his ring finger. "So you remember me. Just if anything happens."

"Dean....I can't take this."

"Please....If anything ever happens. Either they get you...or something happens to me....It'll help you remember me."

(M/n) smiled bit as Dean smiled. "Nothing bad with ever happen to us." The boy reassured before kissing Dean on the forehead and held him close, Dean fell asleep to (M/n)'s smell and touch.