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Prologue

"Wait!" Sam exclaimed, while Dean turned the knife towards his own body. As Dean pushed the knife against his chest, something caught his attention. Alerted, he turned his head to the right and was surprised to see his mother walking out of the shadows.

He looked back at Sam, his brother's hazel eyes were filled with worry. "Why did you have to keep digging?" Sam asked with a hoarse voice. At this point Dean noticed Carmen and Jessica who were both slowly approaching him. "Why couldn't you have left well enough alone? You were happy." Sam continued.

"Put the knife down, Honey," Mary begged her firstborn.

"You are not real," Dean said as he shook his head in denial. "None of it is."

He looked over his mother's shoulder and his eyes locked with Carmen's, who cocked her head to one side, slightly.

"It doesn't matter," his mother continued and Dean once again looked at her. "It's still better than anything you had."

"What?" asked Dean, incredulously.

"It's everything you want. We are a family again." Said Mary. She gave a small smile and continued. "Let's go home."

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

"But in here, with us, it will feel like years. Like a lifetime" Mary said. Dean once again looked over his mother's shoulder, this time making eye-contact with his brother. Sam gave a small smile and nod. "I promise," Mary said and gently grabbed Dean's chin, so his attention was on her again.

"No more pain or fear. Just love, comfort and safety." Mary continued, an angelic smile lighting up her face. "Dean, Stay with us." She reached up and softly caressed his cheek and he leaned into her touch. Until then he hadn't realized how much he had missed her comfort. "Get some rest."

"You don't have to worry about Sam anymore. You get to watch him have a full life." Jessica said.

Carmen walked up to him and placed a tender kiss on his lips. Dean's eyes closed as he kissed her back just as gently. "We can have a future together. " She said after pulling back. "Have our own family. I love you, Dean. please."

She walked away making room for Sam. Sam said, "Why is it our job to save everyone?" he swallowed, "Haven't we done enough?"

Sam's gaze shortly fell on the knife, before he looked up at his brother and said, "Give me the knife." He held his hand out so that he could receive the knife.

Thoughts of Real-Sam were running through Dean head. How could he even consider staying here and leaving Sam alone? Sure he had Bobby, but Dean couldn't imagine a life without Sam and he was pretty sure Sam felt the same way.

"You will forget about him. You will not have any recollection of your real life. This will be your reality." Sam said, as if he could read his mind.

Dean considered leaving his old life behind, leaving brother behind.

When Dean didn't hand over the knife, Sam slowly reached out for it. Sam had been expecting Dean to tighten his hold on the knife, but instead he just let it fall down into Sam's hand. Sam looked up at his brother, surprised to see the look of resignation on his face.

Dean went limp as he was surrounded by darkness. The last thing he saw was "his brother" rushing forward to catch his falling body.