We'll Meet Again

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when
But I'm sure we'll meet again some sunny day
Keep smiling through, just the way you used to do
Till the blue skies chase the dark clouds far away

Now, won't you please say "Hello" to the folks that I know
Tell 'em it won't be long
'cause they'd be happy to know that when you saw me go
I was singing this song

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when
But I'm sure we'll meet again some sunny day

We'll Meet Again
The Ink Spots
Written by Ross Parker and Hughie Charles
Sung by Vera Lynn.

Present Day. 04:00.

Location: Former RAF station Birchham Newton, Norfolk, UK. Disestablished following WWII.

"Sam? Can you hear me?" A soft, deep voice enquired anxiously.

Sam gradually wrenched his eyes open and groaned in pain. He tried to sit up but a gentle hand grasped his shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

This time the voice came to him loud and clear.

"Don't try and move Sam. Just stay still and relax. You ok little bro?"

Finally Sam found the strength to talk, but it was no after-dinner speech.

"D-Dean?"

"Yeah it's me Sam." Dean ran his hand through his little brother's hair, wincing at the large bump he found. His fingers moved to the base of Sam's head and down to his neck, gently checking for injuries. He sighed in relief at finding nothing major so far.

"Wh-what happened?" Sam slurred, sounding confused.

Now there's a surprise, thought Dean.

"Our friendly neighbourhood ghost got the drop on ya and pushed you over the stairwell railings. You took a hell of a fall."

Dean carried on checking, running his hands over Sam's chest. When his brother flinched Dean guessed broken ribs were the cause.

"Oh." Sam answered, a little breathlessly in a manner which suggested this was an everyday occurrence. Which in retrospect, for the Winchesters, it pretty much was.

Sam had another question to ask. "Dean? You ok?" Sam struggled to keep his eyes open, blinking rapidly.

Always with the damn Q&A, Dean let that thought go for a second.

"Just peachy Sammy." Dean frowned when he gently laid a hand on Sam's stomach. His abdomen was hard and distended, and Sam gasped in pain.

"Take it easy dude. Looks like Dr Dean's gonna need a little assistance with this one."

Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Since they were still in England he had the emergency services on speed dial just so he didn't have to fart around too much and end up accidentally calling 911. Which he'd done on several UK-based hunts so far already.

After stating the need for an ambulance, and then his name (Archer) and location (some freaky-assed Royal Air force station), he noticed Sam's eyes closing.

"Hey Sam. Sammy! Stay awake huh?"

But Sam was rapidly losing strength, and it was becoming harder and harder to draw air into his lungs. He started gasping for breath and the action had him whimpering in pain. His brow furrowed, Sam gritted his teeth against the steadily growing agony.

"Dean…" he whispered weakly.

Dean was watching Sam, worry tearing at him. There was always the risk of severe injury and worse whenever they went on a hunt, but that didn't make it any easier to deal with when it actually happened.

Outwardly Dean had been calm and unconcerned, but inside he was scared, and more than a little pissed.

But now he was terrified.

"Sam? What's wrong buddy? Talk to me!" Dean felt his panic rising as Sam's struggles seemed to weaken, and his face was just one big mask of pain. "Sammy come on, stay with me. The ambulance'll be here soon I promise…"

Dean could already hear the sirens blaring out in the distance, becoming louder the nearer they got. He reached down and grasped Sam's hand whilst placing his other hand on his brother's head, gently stroking the silken locks.

Though Sam appreciated his brother's touch it did nothing to ease his pain. He wanted to call out to Dean, reassure him that this wasn't his fault, but he could barely breathe in enough oxygen as it was. And he was in excruciating agony, which suddenly exploded in side him like a star going supernova, allowing him a means to escape. As he sank into pain-free darkness, Dean's voice receded again.

"Sam open your eyes goddamnit!..."

Three days earlier. 08:00

Location: Travel Lodge, Just outside of Norwich, UK.

"Hey Dean! Rise and shine!" Sam set the two Styrofoam coffee cups down on the night stand and launched a pillow at his brother's head.

Dean grunted deep beneath the covers. "Fuck off Sam!"

Sam smirked. He'd just got off the phone to Jay and was feeling seriously loved up. That damn woman knew how to push his buttons, even when she wasn't in the same room! Hooboy!

Dean rolled on to his stomach and reached up to grab the errant pillow, wrapping it over his head.

Sam grinned. "Little too much Jack last night bro?" He picked up one of the coffee cups and wafted the rich aroma over his brother like a magician conjuring a rabbit from a hat. Except all he conjured was his brother's nose from underneath the pillow, sniffing appreciatively.

"Works like a charm as always," Sam muttered.

Dean, his eyes still closed, slowly rolled back, sat up and swung his legs over the bed. Sam picked up one of his hands and wrapped it around the coffee cup, then raised it to Dean's mouth, shaking his head in amusement.

His older brother let out a groan. "Oh sweet heaven in a plastic cup," then leaned forward, jamming his nose into the Styrofoam container, virtually snorting the brew like a class A drug.

He heard Sam chuckling and scowled. "What you laughin' at bitch?" but it only served to make Sam laugh all the harder.

"Dude keep it down would ya?" Dean winced at the deep timbre of his brother's laughter. "I feel like I've spent the entire night getting ear-fucked. Hard!"

Sam snorted, linked his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans, then stood back and casually studied his older brother. "Man, you look like you spent the entire night getting ear-fucked."

"Thanks for the sympathy."

"None coming, but you're welcome for the sentiment."

Dean finally opened his eyes and glared at his little brother. "Ya know, I thought that now you're finally getting' laid you wouldn't be such a bastard."

"Ooh Dean! Green-eyed monster really suites you dude. May be Jay would like that new shade for the study." Sam grinned like the bastard his brother had just described. "She's thinking of redecorating!"

Dean's glare became even more intense. "I've said it once and I'll say it again: fuck off Sam!" But the smothered grin gave the game away.

Dean was over the moon that his little brother was finally getting some action.

A lot of action, from what he'd heard that last night they'd spent at Jay's before coming out here.

And where was here again? Oh yeah that's right. Norfolk.

Jay Archer had described it in simple terms: 'home of the cross-eyed and inbred.'

Apparently there was some animosity between the East Anglian counties, though if last night's pub expedition was anything to go by they soon teamed up when an outsider was trying to cheat them at darts.

Geeze thanks Archer. That's real comforting. Bitch!

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You might wanna read Witch Finder to find out how Jay Archer came into their lives.

Love ya reviews as I love you all.

Kind regards,

ST.xxx

PS. have re-posted chapter 2 of Winchester Vs Clarkson with an extended version. So please review all.