Title: Djinn Dreams

Rating: T (language - as usual)

Thinking about all the wonderful tidbits of info that came from SDCC got me to wonder how episode 6.1 would be. Just an idea and procrastination again. Enjoy.

Sam once asked him if he thought they would be hunting demons when they were 60. He had smirked and said that they wouldn't live that long. He remembered he said that it would either end sad or bloody. Simply no other options on the table being a hunter.

And so it had ended both sad and bloody. Bloody for Sam, sad for Dean. He'd given up hunting, taken a job in construction. His latest project was converting an abandoned warehouse into a new mega four floor nightclub and restaurant complex. Maybe it was the emotional turmoil he was in since the one year anniversary of his baby brother's death was tomorrow, or maybe it was that Dean was just tired and angry at it all, that prevented him from seeing the tell-tell signs that a Djinn was in the warehouse.

"Dean, you awake?" That voice was familiar even though he hadn't heard it in a year.

When he opened his eyes he was in a hospital with tubes coming out of him and loud machines beeping. He was too drugged to fight the horror that forcefully occupied his soul at seeing his dead brother standing next to him! But Sam wasn't the same Sam he had seen falling into the Pit. The Sam beside his bed was younger, not as battle worn. The drugs in his system prevented him from freaking out.

"What happened," he asked a lot calmer than he felt.?

"A demon plowed into the Impala."

"What?" That was years ago. And then the drugs made him sleep.

What a bizarre dream Dean thought as he opened his eyes again. This time there were fewer tubes coming out of him. Sam was sitting beside his bed, those big green eyes fighting sleep. Now he began to panic. "Sam!"

Sam was at his side in an instant. "Dean? What's wrong?"

"Dad?" Why he mumbled that word he didn't know, it just seemed right.

"Haven't been able to find him."

"What happened?"

Sam explained everything up to the time of the crash. In Dean's mind he realized that the last five years had all been a dream. A horrible, fucked up dream and he was so grateful for that! He had only been unconscious two weeks. Fourteen days to live five horrible, miserable years. They still had to find dad and the demon but there was no Apocalypse, no Sam going darkside, no Demon bitches coming between them, and no dick angels fucking with them. Dean had Sam, and they were going to find their father.

Somewhere in Dean's mind he knew this was wrong, but he didn't give a fuck. This was how it was always suppose to be, what he always wanted. The Winchesters together, saving people, the family business, Sam alive and not with a darkness in him. All too good to be true, which eventually led to Dean's realization that it wasn't real.

He had been the victim of a Djinn before, which made him remember what had happened in the warehouse…but he didn't care. The last time a Djinn had him he had to look out for Sammy. This time Sammy was already dead. Just ride the dream to its end. Its sad and bloody end, he told himself as he felt life ebbing out of his body. Sam was still there in this dream, innocent and young. He closed his eyes in the imaginary world and slipped into darkness.

Dean opened his eyes once again as he felt strong arms around his waist, pulling him down and supporting him. Sam was still there? That wasn't supposed to happen.

"I've gotcha, easy now."

Dean didn't understand. Hell he didn't want to understand. He was going to die in this Sam's arms. He was going to finally be free. Cas was right in asking him what he wanted more. Screw peace, he wanted freedom. Freedom from it all. From the pain, the suffering, the living a lie, the hurt…and freedom was coming.

"Stay with me Dean," Sam said urgently. "We've gotta get you to a hospital."

That was not what Dean was expecting. "Sammy?"

"Yeah it's me."

"You're in Hell."

"Not anymore. Let's get you out of here and to some help. Promise I'll explain everything later."

"Bitch," Dean said as he began to feel stronger, hope seeping back into his soul. He was weak and confused but safe in his brother's arms. If this was another Djinn induced dream it was a good one, he had no complaints.

"Jerk," Sam said as he support his brother and led him outside.

The End. I do hope they get back to the "bitch", "jerk" thing again.