Wide
Awake and Dreaming
Pairing: Dean/Sam (no Wincest... kinda)
Rating:
PG (mentions of nudity - nothing graphic)
Spoilers: 2x20 What Is
and What Should Never Be (kinda)
Disclaimer:
No. Not me. Go look at Kripke. I don't have anything to do with
this.
Summary: Dean wakes into a world that isn't his own... This
is my take on a slash version of the episode 2x20 WIAWSNB.
When Dean fell asleep last night he had been in a motel room in North Carolina listening to the sound of his brother Sam snoring. His back had ached and a bruise had been forming where a particularly nasty spring had been digging into his back. The air had smelt like moth balls and male sweat as neither Winchester brothers had had the chance to shower before falling into their separate queen beds exhausted from hunting. When he woke up it was to the comfort of soft, clean linen wrapped around his body, the smell of flowers and fabric conditioner in the air and the only thing left to remind him of last night – or the past twenty-six years – was the ache where the spring had bruised him.
"Sammy?" Dean groaned, his head still fuzzy from sleep. His eyes opened to the sight of pale blue walls in a large spacious room. The door to the en-suit bathroom was ajar enough so that Dean could tell it was a bathroom and that the walls were aqua but nothing more. He stretched in the kind sized bed and looked around, panic seizing his heart when he realised this wasn't a dream and somehow he had ended up in a different place than when he had fallen asleep, the type of place he was unlikely to sleep in. But the more Dean looked around the room – with it's wooden desk with paperwork and a vase of blue and violet flowers, the pictures of city landscapes hanging on the walls and the open door that revealed a hallway unlike any motel or hotel hallway. Then it struck him that he wasn't in a motel – he was in a house. "SAMMY!" Dean called out in panic, jumping out of bed not even taking the time to notice that he was butt naked or notice that the other side of the bed had been slept in. He started towards the hallway when he heard his brother's voice coming from the bathroom.
"In here, Dean," he said and Dean breathed a sigh of relief; at least Sam was with him. Maybe he remembered what happened.
Dean walked over to the door, pausing as a sudden feeling of uncertainty over took him and he settled for knocking instead of walking straight in. "You decent, Sam?"
A husky laugh unlike any Dean had ever heard from his brother before came from within the bathroom. "Like that's ever stopped you before," Sam said and Dean ignored the spider-sense tingling away at his spine telling him that something was off, different, changed, because on the other side of the door was his little brother and he needed to know what in Hell was going on. So he pushed the door open and upon seeing a very naked Sam standing at the sink shaving his face he turned around and fled, swearing loudly. Sam paid him no heed and Dean, unsure what to do with himself while he waited for his brother to finish and find some clothes – hopefully quickly – paced around the room. He walked past a full length mirror and caught sight of himself nude. He looked just the same as last night but he smelt better and his hair looked as if it had been washed less than a day ago. He turned around and opened the nearest drawers finding men's clothes folded neatly. He was so deep within his thoughts that he didn't hear Sam creep up behind him until his brother put two very unbrotherly hands around his waist and drew him back against his naked body.
"What are you doing in my clothes drawer, Dean?" Sam asked and then yelped in surprise as Dean jumped away with a swear word. "What's up with you? And can you please not swear – I though we talked about this last week? We agreed we weren't going to swear at all now Mary Ellen is staring so learn to talk."
"Mary Ellen?" Dean said and out of the corner of his eye saw a photograph propped up on a chest of drawers which he assumed was his. In it was Sam and Dean only they weren't any place Dean ever remembered being in. They were both smiling, Sam looking so good damned honest and sincere and Dean's smile more of a blessed out expression like he had just had sex or something. Sam was standing behind Dean with his left arm hanging over Dean's shoulder and dangling in front of the picture and his right arm hugging Dean close around the waist. Another picture next to it was of Dean and Jessica Lee Moore; the blonde that Sammy had been dating back in college before Yellow Eyes killed her like they'd killed mom. Only in this picture she was alive and well, dressed in a hospital gown with pink flushed cheeks and her blonde hair sweat soaked as she handed a pink little newborn baby in a pink blanket to Dean who was stood next to her, an expression of awe on his face as he looked at the baby. "Right, Mary Ellen," Dean repeated and then seeing Sam's face he continued, trying to put things together, "Mary Ellen your daughter?" He guessed.
Sam's face turned stony and he sighed as if exasperated by Dean's comment. "Dean, we've been over this a thousand times. I know it's hard for you because you aren't a part of Mary Ellen's biology but you are just as much her parent as I am and more so than Jess. I just wish you and Jessica would get along. It's hard for her to give up her child, even though she agreed right from the start that she would just be a surrogate for us." Sam said and Dean's brain suddenly switched on and the horror of the realisation must have shown in his face because Sam started asking him what was wrong and did he need to sit down but the only thing that Dean heard clearly was the voice inside his head screaming 'no oh god no!' because he had finally figured it out. He was somehow trapped in an alternate reality like with the Djinn. Only worse because in this reality he and Sam weren't brothers – they were married!
-X0X-
Please comment. I'm still new to this so if I'm a bit off with the characterization please cut me some slack. Thanks for reading!