Dean wakes up and listens for a sound. The bunker was too quiet. He decides to get up and pokes his head around the corner when he sees Blair and LJ on the couch asleep and Amy was rocking little John in the rocking chair. With a small smile, he stepped back into the room and saw Sam standing there, staring at him. Dean jumped, slightly startled. He had not expect Sam to be awake. Dean embraced his oversized little brother in a hug and patted him on the back.
"Good to see that you're up!" He exclaimed, offering Sam a beer. Sam gave Dean a confused look. Sam looked at Dean with confusion in his eyes. Dean's smile slowly faded as he realized the look on his brother's face.
"Sammy, what's wrong?" He gripped his brother's forearms in his hands and stared at him, trying to figure out what was going on. Sam pulled away and avoided Dean's worried eyes.
"Dean, I know this is just a memory, but I don't think I'm going to be waking up anytime soon." Stunned into silence, Dean thought about what Sam was talking about. That is when it hit him. The african dream root. He drank some to get into Sam's dream to see what was going on. Sam was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. Dean sat on the bed next to his brother. He did not know what to do in emotional situations, so he just sat there and waited. When Sam finally looked up Dean offered him a smile.
"No chick flick moments." Sam smiled back.
"Sammy, I am not a dream. I'm real. And I apologize for not getting there in time. For not protecting you." Dean closed his eyes to hold the tears back. They began to well up and slowly began to seep through his closed eyelids. Sam placed his hand on the back of his brother's back.
"Dean, I know that you do the best you can. It wasn't your fault. You have saved me so many times. Crowley could have killed me." Dean took a deep breath and wiped his face. He pushed up from the bed and turned to Sam who looked up at Dean. Dean placed his hands on both of Sam's shoulders and bent over so he was staring directly into his little brother's eyes.
"I will never give up on you, Dammit! There is nothing, nothing past or present that I would ever put in front of you. You are my baby brother. I sold my soul for you Sammy, and I would do it again." Dean swallowed trying to get the lump that formed in his throat to go away. He ran his hand across his eyes and sniffed. Sam stared at Dean, looking like a lost puppy. Dean straightened and patted Sam on the back.
"I lo-" Dean sat up. He was awake. And staring at his brother who was staring up at the ceiling. A knock on the door behind him made Dean jump. He turned and saw Amy leaning on the door shyly. Dean looked back at Sam who was laying there, eyes closed again. Did Dean imagine that Sam woke up?
"Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I'll just..." Amy trailed off as she turned away. Dean got up and grabbed her hand.
"Amy, I'm sorry. About everything. It's just... Sam is my brother and I would do anything to protect him." Amy leaned forward and pressed her lips again Dean's. She pulled back and saw shock in his eyes.
"Listen, I read the books. I've heard the stories. You guys are popular, that's for sure. But one thing I know for sure is that you and Sam can get through anything together. I know he will pull through as long as you don't ever give up on him. No matter how long it takes." Dean watched as she gave him an encouraging smile, then turned and walked down the hall.
"What just happened?" He asked himself.
"Good to see that you're up!" He exclaimed, offering Sam a beer. Sam gave Dean a confused look. Sam looked at Dean with confusion in his eyes. Dean's smile slowly faded as he realized the look on his brother's face.
"Sammy, what's wrong?" He gripped his brother's forearms in his hands and stared at him, trying to figure out what was going on. Sam pulled away and avoided Dean's worried eyes.
"Dean, I know this is just a memory, but I don't think I'm going to be waking up anytime soon." Stunned into silence, Dean thought about what Sam was talking about. That is when it hit him. The african dream root. He drank some to get into Sam's dream to see what was going on. Sam was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. Dean sat on the bed next to his brother. He did not know what to do in emotional situations, so he just sat there and waited. When Sam finally looked up Dean offered him a smile.
"No chick flick moments." Sam smiled back.
"Sammy, I am not a dream. I'm real. And I apologize for not getting there in time. For not protecting you." Dean closed his eyes to hold the tears back. They began to well up and slowly began to seep through his closed eyelids. Sam placed his hand on the back of his brother's back.
"Dean, I know that you do the best you can. It wasn't your fault. You have saved me so many times. Crowley could have killed me." Dean took a deep breath and wiped his face. He pushed up from the bed and turned to Sam who looked up at Dean. Dean placed his hands on both of Sam's shoulders and bent over so he was staring directly into his little brother's eyes.
"I will never give up on you, Dammit! There is nothing, nothing past or present that I would ever put in front of you. You are my baby brother. I sold my soul for you Sammy, and I would do it again." Dean swallowed trying to get the lump that formed in his throat to go away. He ran his hand across his eyes and sniffed. Sam stared at Dean, looking like a lost puppy. Dean straightened and patted Sam on the back.
"I lo-" Dean sat up. He was awake. And staring at his brother who was staring up at the ceiling. A knock on the door behind him made Dean jump. He turned and saw Amy leaning on the door shyly. Dean looked back at Sam who was laying there, eyes closed again. Did Dean imagine that Sam woke up?
"Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I'll just..." Amy trailed off as she turned away. Dean got up and grabbed her hand.
"Amy, I'm sorry. About everything. It's just... Sam is my brother and I would do anything to protect him." Amy leaned forward and pressed her lips again Dean's. She pulled back and saw shock in his eyes.
"Listen, I read the books. I've heard the stories. You guys are popular, that's for sure. But one thing I know for sure is that you and Sam can get through anything together. I know he will pull through as long as you don't ever give up on him. No matter how long it takes." Dean watched as she gave him an encouraging smile, then turned and walked down the hall.
"What just happened?" He asked himself.
"Just call us when he wakes up, okay?" Sam heard LJ say. He heard a baby babble and Blair immitate it. Then he heard another female voice, but he couldn't put a name or face to it.
"It was nice meeting you guys. Take care of yourselves!" He heard the sound of bodies pressing together and light kissing, probably on the cheek. He noticed throughout the years that girls tended to do that when saying goodbye. Sam tried to open his eyes, he tried to say something, but the words seemed stuck in his throat.
"I will make Sam call you himself just so you know he is alright. Thank you both for staying here and helping out." He heard Dean say. He sounded tired and his voice was scratchy. He listened to the chatter as it faded down the hall. When the room was silent again, he tried to move. He tried to lift his hand, but only managed to make his finger twitch. What the hell was going on?
"Hey Sam." He felt his body jump. He had not heard anyone walk into the room.
"I know you are awake. I see the change in breathing. Now I'm curious as to why you're pretending that you're still asleep." He felt a feminine hand on his arm that gripped him tightly. He felt her breath as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. Her breath smelled like peppermint gum.
"Wake up." She whispered. Suddenly, Sam's eyes flew open and he had control over his body. He blinked his eyes a few times before he saw the girl walk into the room. When her eyes landed on Sam's, they opened wide and she put her hand on her heart. This was the girl from his dream! The pretty blonde.
"Who are you?" He asked, surprised when his voice sounded rusty.
"Dean!" She yelled, fear in her eyes as she stared at Sam. He narrowed his eyes... Was she a witch? Dean came running around the corner and stopped in the doorway. He and Sam locked eyes. Dean took a cautious step forward without taking his eyes from Sam's.
"Dean, what's goin-" He was cut off by a tight hug from his brother. Dean was squeezing the breath out of him.
"Can't... Breathe." Sam got out. Dean immediately loosened and held Sam at arm's length. A huge smile was plastered across his face.
"Sammy, you're okay!" Dean kept his hand on Sam's shoulder and smiled big at his brother.
"Who is...?" Sam looked back at Amy who was standing just inside the door. She was staring at Sam in shock. Dean looked back at her and motioned for her to come over. She forced a smile and hesitantly walked over to where Sam was now sitting.
"Sam, this is Amy. She has helped me to save you. She helped me find you, rescue you, and get you back here." There was a slight tremor in Dean's voice when he said rescue.
"You were in my..." Amy nodded and grasped his hand in hers. This hand felt very different from the other that touched him earlier...
"I am so happy you are awake and not trying to attack me this time." Her eyes finally showed that she was calm, but alert.
"You hungry Sammy?" Dean asked his little brother. As if on cue, Sam's stomach growled. Dean smiled and helped Sam stand up. He and Dean walked to the kitchen, followed by Amy.
"It was nice meeting you guys. Take care of yourselves!" He heard the sound of bodies pressing together and light kissing, probably on the cheek. He noticed throughout the years that girls tended to do that when saying goodbye. Sam tried to open his eyes, he tried to say something, but the words seemed stuck in his throat.
"I will make Sam call you himself just so you know he is alright. Thank you both for staying here and helping out." He heard Dean say. He sounded tired and his voice was scratchy. He listened to the chatter as it faded down the hall. When the room was silent again, he tried to move. He tried to lift his hand, but only managed to make his finger twitch. What the hell was going on?
"Hey Sam." He felt his body jump. He had not heard anyone walk into the room.
"I know you are awake. I see the change in breathing. Now I'm curious as to why you're pretending that you're still asleep." He felt a feminine hand on his arm that gripped him tightly. He felt her breath as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. Her breath smelled like peppermint gum.
"Wake up." She whispered. Suddenly, Sam's eyes flew open and he had control over his body. He blinked his eyes a few times before he saw the girl walk into the room. When her eyes landed on Sam's, they opened wide and she put her hand on her heart. This was the girl from his dream! The pretty blonde.
"Who are you?" He asked, surprised when his voice sounded rusty.
"Dean!" She yelled, fear in her eyes as she stared at Sam. He narrowed his eyes... Was she a witch? Dean came running around the corner and stopped in the doorway. He and Sam locked eyes. Dean took a cautious step forward without taking his eyes from Sam's.
"Dean, what's goin-" He was cut off by a tight hug from his brother. Dean was squeezing the breath out of him.
"Can't... Breathe." Sam got out. Dean immediately loosened and held Sam at arm's length. A huge smile was plastered across his face.
"Sammy, you're okay!" Dean kept his hand on Sam's shoulder and smiled big at his brother.
"Who is...?" Sam looked back at Amy who was standing just inside the door. She was staring at Sam in shock. Dean looked back at her and motioned for her to come over. She forced a smile and hesitantly walked over to where Sam was now sitting.
"Sam, this is Amy. She has helped me to save you. She helped me find you, rescue you, and get you back here." There was a slight tremor in Dean's voice when he said rescue.
"You were in my..." Amy nodded and grasped his hand in hers. This hand felt very different from the other that touched him earlier...
"I am so happy you are awake and not trying to attack me this time." Her eyes finally showed that she was calm, but alert.
"You hungry Sammy?" Dean asked his little brother. As if on cue, Sam's stomach growled. Dean smiled and helped Sam stand up. He and Dean walked to the kitchen, followed by Amy.
When Amy got into the shower, Sam decided to tell Dean what happened and how he woke up.
"And the she whispered 'wake up' in my ear and I did. Next thing I knew, I was staring at some cute blonde chick in the doorway who looked freaked out of her mind." Dean's eyebrows nitted together as he got lost in thought.
"Sam, you said she was in your head... What do you mean by that?" Sam explained to his brother about what had actually happened, or what he could remember anyway. When Amy walked into the kitchen drying her hair, Dean turned and looked at her. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Sit down, Amy." Dean's voice sounded menecing. Sam had the lost puppy dog look on his face once again making Amy feel uncomfortable. She awkwardly sat down and put the towel on her lap.
"What's up..?" She asked, trying to hide her shaking body. Dean folded his hands and placed them on the table as he leaned forward.
"Are you a witch?" He asked her, voice completely serious. Amy relaxed a little bit. She shook her head.
"No sir. Why do you ask?" Dean watched her every move.
"You were alone with Sam in his head and when he woke up. If you are, I promise we won't gank you." Amy had a confused look on her face. She look to Sam for help, but he seemed just as lost as she was. She let out a sigh.
"I'm not a witch, I swear. You can test me however way you want. I do however know how Sam woke up." She now avoided the stare of both Winchesters and focused instead on her fingers. Sam reached over and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Amy, how?" His voice was soft and gentle and for some reason made Amy want to cry.
"It was not me. I found her looking for you in your head..." Sam was lost, but Dean caught on.
"Jess?" He asked, making Sam's head jerk in his direction. Amy nodded and again focused on her fingers.
"How did Jess wake me up, Amy?" Sam was now leaning forward and staring at her. Amy shook her head. She decided that she was done talking. Sam and Dean finally gave up after a while of pressing her to talk. When everyone had fallen asleep, Amy snuck out of the bunker and stole a car. She left a note on the refridgerator before she took off. She let them know that they would never see her again. After driving for a while, Amy pulled over to get gas. She walked in and paid the guy enough to fill up her tank. A police car pulled up behind her making Amy antsy. This was a stolen car. Hopefully he didn't know. The police officer nodded at her and waved and smiled. Quickly placing the nozzle back, Amy jumped into her car and drove off.
"Phew, that was close." Just as she finished that sentence, she saw flashing lights behind her. She cursed silently and pulled over.
"Problem officer?" She asked with an innocent smile. He was not smiling.
"Step out of your vehicle miss." Amy's heart sank down to her stomach as she slowly got out of the car.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked, trying to keep innocence in her voice. With a smile, the police man shook his head.
"No, you didn't. But you are in trouble." He blinked and his eyes turned black. Amy's heart stopped altogether when he grabbed her. She tried to get away, but was quickly knocked unconscious. When she awoke she was sitting at a table and Crowley was staring at her with a smile on his face.
"You saved Sam Winchester. Why?" He was drinking some kind of alcohol tha Amy have never heard of before.
"Bite me." She whispered. Crowley rolled his eyes as he got up and walked over to where Amy was tied up. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"I'll make sure your friends are nice and safe!" and she was knocked unconscious again. Next time she awoke, she was back on the side of the road in the stolen car. She got out her phone and called Dean. She had no idea what time it was but she didn't care.
"Hello?" Came his groggy voice.
"Dean, Crowley is coming after you guys. Be careful." Amy warned.
"What?" Dean seemed like he was now awake. Amy hung up on him and started the car. The best thing she could do, is run.
"And the she whispered 'wake up' in my ear and I did. Next thing I knew, I was staring at some cute blonde chick in the doorway who looked freaked out of her mind." Dean's eyebrows nitted together as he got lost in thought.
"Sam, you said she was in your head... What do you mean by that?" Sam explained to his brother about what had actually happened, or what he could remember anyway. When Amy walked into the kitchen drying her hair, Dean turned and looked at her. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Sit down, Amy." Dean's voice sounded menecing. Sam had the lost puppy dog look on his face once again making Amy feel uncomfortable. She awkwardly sat down and put the towel on her lap.
"What's up..?" She asked, trying to hide her shaking body. Dean folded his hands and placed them on the table as he leaned forward.
"Are you a witch?" He asked her, voice completely serious. Amy relaxed a little bit. She shook her head.
"No sir. Why do you ask?" Dean watched her every move.
"You were alone with Sam in his head and when he woke up. If you are, I promise we won't gank you." Amy had a confused look on her face. She look to Sam for help, but he seemed just as lost as she was. She let out a sigh.
"I'm not a witch, I swear. You can test me however way you want. I do however know how Sam woke up." She now avoided the stare of both Winchesters and focused instead on her fingers. Sam reached over and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Amy, how?" His voice was soft and gentle and for some reason made Amy want to cry.
"It was not me. I found her looking for you in your head..." Sam was lost, but Dean caught on.
"Jess?" He asked, making Sam's head jerk in his direction. Amy nodded and again focused on her fingers.
"How did Jess wake me up, Amy?" Sam was now leaning forward and staring at her. Amy shook her head. She decided that she was done talking. Sam and Dean finally gave up after a while of pressing her to talk. When everyone had fallen asleep, Amy snuck out of the bunker and stole a car. She left a note on the refridgerator before she took off. She let them know that they would never see her again. After driving for a while, Amy pulled over to get gas. She walked in and paid the guy enough to fill up her tank. A police car pulled up behind her making Amy antsy. This was a stolen car. Hopefully he didn't know. The police officer nodded at her and waved and smiled. Quickly placing the nozzle back, Amy jumped into her car and drove off.
"Phew, that was close." Just as she finished that sentence, she saw flashing lights behind her. She cursed silently and pulled over.
"Problem officer?" She asked with an innocent smile. He was not smiling.
"Step out of your vehicle miss." Amy's heart sank down to her stomach as she slowly got out of the car.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked, trying to keep innocence in her voice. With a smile, the police man shook his head.
"No, you didn't. But you are in trouble." He blinked and his eyes turned black. Amy's heart stopped altogether when he grabbed her. She tried to get away, but was quickly knocked unconscious. When she awoke she was sitting at a table and Crowley was staring at her with a smile on his face.
"You saved Sam Winchester. Why?" He was drinking some kind of alcohol tha Amy have never heard of before.
"Bite me." She whispered. Crowley rolled his eyes as he got up and walked over to where Amy was tied up. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"I'll make sure your friends are nice and safe!" and she was knocked unconscious again. Next time she awoke, she was back on the side of the road in the stolen car. She got out her phone and called Dean. She had no idea what time it was but she didn't care.
"Hello?" Came his groggy voice.
"Dean, Crowley is coming after you guys. Be careful." Amy warned.
"What?" Dean seemed like he was now awake. Amy hung up on him and started the car. The best thing she could do, is run.
The end ;)
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