Disclaimer: Do not own SPN or the related characters.

Warnings: Hints of violence within this chapter.

AN: Set roughly within a couple of weeks after Jo's death. Season 5.

Just a dream, just a dream. While Dean slept he rolled over onto his stomach, forcing his head into the pillow to nearly cut his breathing off. Somewhere inside he knew that it was only a dream, but he couldn't wake himself from it. His eyeballs darted back and forth in their sockets, his eyelids fluttering faintly from the movement. It was all a dream, all a horrible, horrible dream. Of course, no matter how many times he repeated the mantra, he couldn't rouse himself.

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It had all started with a dinner, a nice dinner in a quaint little restaurant with a view of the ocean. A petite and pretty blonde sat across from him, smiling tenderly at him. Even though every instinct in an awakened state would have told him that this was all wrong, his dream didn't care and something about the dream itself had allured him into a deeper state of dreamland. "Come on, Dean. The waiter isn't going to wait all day." She'd said, those brown eyes staring into the depths of his soul.

With a little shake of his head, he'd turned toward the man standing beside him. "Oh.. Umm.. Whatever your special is and a beer.." He'd said to the waiter who nodded and left.

Dean turned his gaze back to the small blonde and couldn't help but to smile at her. Of course, he knew it was all a dream from the moment he'd seen her. But he didn't want to wake up yet. "I missed you.." She'd said, leaning up against the table a little to reach for his hand.

His own quickly found hers and intertwined their fingers. "I missed you too.." He'd said softly. These tender sort of moments didn't happen often enough in his real life, another indicator that this was all a dream. Green eyes moved slowly over her face, taking in ever inch of it, re-memorizing her features. Like the shape of her lips, the curve of her brow, the exact color of her eyes. Everything.

With his focus so planted on the blonde, he didn't pay an ounce of attention to the things happening around him. Maybe he should have. Slowly everything around him, the other customers, the staff, the tables, everything within the little diner was slowly vanishing to be replaced by something darker. The restaurant was slowly transforming itself into an old warehouse filled with bloodthirsty vampires that stalked the shadows. "Dean," She'd murmured as her gaze danced around behind him, her breathing increased steadily. "Dean... look.." She'd whispered, snapping him out of his trance.

Before he had much chance to do anything the table flipped as one of the vampires, a tall man that looked vaguely familiar to him, reached out and snagged the blonde up. "JO!" He'd shouted, lurching himself out of his chair only be find himself magically behind a set of bars.

"-the hell?" He demanded as he shook the bars. Another indication that this was all a dream.

"Too bad Winchester.." The vampire said as he held tightly to Jo's arms, pinning them behind her back with only one of his own hands. "Looks like your happily ever after is over." His hand reached to Jo's stomach, which Dean only now realized was swollen greatly. Was she pregnant when they'd started dinner? He couldn't remember.

Dean jerked at the bars once more before hearing another familiar voice. "Give it up, you can't get out." He whipped around to look behind him, gasping slightly at the sight of the taller man standing there.

"Dad..?" He asked as John stepped forward and placed his own hands on the bars.

"Hey kid." John said quietly.

Dean could feel his eyes brimming with tears and shook his head before looking back to Jo, his hands still on the bars. He had to get to her. But how. "Dean!" Her voice reached him, sounding panicked as she struggled in the vice-like hold of the vampire.

"Like I said. Too bad, Winchester." The vampire stated darkly just before his hands released Jo's stomach and arms, only to find her chin and turn her head so fast and hard that Dean heard the bones snap just as she crumpled to the dirty floor.
"JO!" He shouted again, jerking hard at the bars. No, no, no, no, no. Not again. Please not again. When he felt the hand on his shoulder he whipped around, glaring at his father... well, the dream version of him anyway.

"Give it up kiddo.. You can't save her." John said quietly before pulling Dean into a hug. His eyes closed for only a moment, fighting back those angry tears.

When they opened again he was in Bobby's living room with his arms around.. Bobby.. The older man patted his back timidly. "Okay, kid.. Get off'a me."

Dean stepped back quickly, his eyes darting around the room in mixed curiosity and panic. It was Bobby's house alright, albeit a cleaner and less cluttered version, but still Bobby's. Slowly he looked back to Bobby and could still feel the tears on his face, so he quickly wiped them away. "Where's Sam..." He asked the older man. Bobby shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "Bobby, where's Sam?" He asked again, watching Bobby's discomfort.

"Dean... We need to get you back to the hospital.."

"Hospital? What hospital?" He asked gruffly, feeling his temper start to bubble up.

"We've been through this, so many times. Are you taking your meds?" Bobby asked, his features filling with concern.

"What meds. Bobby.,what the hell is going on?" He demanded angrily. Bobby sighed and backed himself up to the wall, even there he didn't appear comfortable.

"Dean, there is no Sam.. There are no monsters.. There is no war.. You've gotta st-" Bobby's voice rang into his head just before he rolled in the bed once more, rolling just enough that he'd put himself on the edge of the bed without realizing it. One tiny movement and he'd dumped himself onto the floor which lurched him out of the dream.

Dean took in a sharp breath and quickly turned his gaze to his sleeping brother's bed where he could clearly see Sam, then covered his face with his hands and let out a low breath. Sleep wasn't going to come easy tonight.

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