"Boys, give daddy some room ok? Go downstairs and watch cartoons."
"But mommy.." one of the children replied.
"DJ - go on. Alright?"
DJ frowned and pouted, but scooted off the bed following his brother out of the room.
The lady walked over and slammed the bedroom door. "Did you stop taking your medicine? Dean, I can't do this again!"
Dean just sat on the bed staring at her. "Where's Sam?" he asked hotly.
The woman sighed looking up at the ceiling shaking her head.
"What is it this time Dean? More demon hunting? You and Sam, a couple - what?" she yelled.
There was a knock at the bedroom door. And then it opened. Mary stuck her head through the door.
"Um, guys, you're scaring the boys. You want to keep it down?"
Dean rolled to the other side of the bed and got to his feet. "What the fuck is going on?" he yelled, his eyes wide, pooling with tears looking at his mother.
"Dean?" Mary said stepping toward him.
"Get the fuck away from me!"
Mary looked at the woman. "Alexis, when did this start?"
"When he woke up." she answered, crying.
Mary went around the bed toward Dean, he stepped up and ran across the bed to get away from her. Dean threw the door open and slammed into his fathers chest.
"Whoa buddy, where you going?"
Dean darted around John and down the stairs. He rounded the corner, opened the front door and there stood Sam. Dean fell into Sam's arms, his legs giving out, he and Sam falling to the ground.
"Dean, what's wrong?"
"I don't know Sammy. Something is fucked up. I don't know what is going on. You gotta help me."
Sam looked up as Mary, John and Alexis came to the front door.
"It's happening again." Alexis said.
Sam motined them to all go away, and he nodded Jessica to go inside. She was cradling a newborn.
Sam got to his feet, pulling Dean with him.
"Come on, let's get inside. We'll go upstairs and talk, ok?"
Sam led Dean up the stairs and into his and Alexis' bedroom and sat Dean down on the bed.
Sam went into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. The shelf was lined with pill bottles. He picked out several, and opened three, pouring a pill from each into his hand. He filled a glass with water and walked back to his brother.
"Here, take these" he said holding his hand out to Dean.
"What is it?"
"It's your medicine, Dean. You're supposed to take it everyday. How long have you been off of it?"
"What kind of pills are they Sam?"
Sam sighed. "Librium, haldol and seroquel. It's to control visual and auditory hallucinations."
"You mean antipsychotics?"
"Take your medicine Dean."
Dean smacked Sam's hand knocking the pills to the floor.
"God damn it Dean! You're taking this shit if I have to sit on you and cram them down you throat!" Sam yelled, bending over and picking the pills off of the floor.
"I'm not taking that shit Sam."
"Dean, listen to me. You went off your medication, you're confused. You're convinced you live in a world where demons killed our family, where we hunt them. Where you and I are...a couple. I mean come on Dean, we're brothers. That would never happen."
Dean was shaking his head.
"Dean, that other world, it doesn't exist."
"You're wrong Sam. This is fucked up, this world isn't real."
Sam sat down beside Dean. "Look man, what is easier to believe? Mom, Dad and Jess are alive and well - or they were killed by some demon? Think about it." he finished placing his hand on the back of Dean's neck. "Here" Sam held out his hand with the pills. "Please take these. You trust me don't you?"
Dean took them from Sam, popped the pills in his mouth and drank down the water.
"Thank you. Now, I want you to lay down for a while. Get some rest. You'll feel better in a little bit.
XXXX
Dean woke, looked at the clock. He had been asleep for four hours. He got up from the bed and made his way downstairs, pausing when he heard Sam's voice.
"Look Alexis, nobody is blaming you. All we mean is that you have to be more diligent with making sure Dean is taking his medication."
"That's blaming me Sam."
"No, I'm not."
Dean's head snapped up when Jessica came out of the kitchen and into the hall with a baby bottle in her hand.
"Hi" she smiled "are you feeling better?"
Dean shrugged. Jess smiled at him again. "Everything will be ok." she said, placing her hand on the side of Dean's face.
"How long have you and Sam been married?"
"A year, yesterday" she grinned.
A baby started crying.
"Hey - hey, what's all the fuss about?" they heard Sam say.
"He'll be wanting his bottle" she pointed into the living room.
"You have a baby?"
"Yeah, he's three weeks old. His name is Christian."
Dean laughed "you guys sure didn't waste any time."
"Well, neither did you!" she said shoving Dean. "DJ and Johnny are five - you and Lexy have only been married barely six years."
"Jess..." Sam called.
"Oh.." she gasped, heading to the living room.
Sam was sitting in an overstuffed chair, holding the baby. Jessica handed him the bottle.
"Hey, how ya feeling?" Sam asked Dean as he walked into the room.
"Confused" he answered truthfully.
Alexis walked over, wrapping her arms around Dean. "I love you" she said pulling back and cupping his face. "We'll get through this, ok?" and she kissed him, but Dean pulled back from her.
"Sorry" he said, seeing the hurt filled look on her face.
"It's ok" she lied. "I understand."
"Where are your kids?"
Alexis looked into Dean's eyes "Our kids are with your parents for a few days. They don't need to be around this."
"Yeah" Dean said "that's good. I don't want to scare them."
Sam stood, "hey Dean, you wanna hold him?"
Dean shook his head. "I feel a little off from the drugs. Don't think it'd be a good idea."
Sam handed the baby to Jess and kissed her. "We're gonna go for a walk, ok?"
They walked in silence for almost ten minutes.
"So you wanna talk about it?"
"No, not really."
"Come on Dean."
"I said no Sam."
"Do you remember anything about your life here Dean?" Sam asked, glancing over at his brother.
Dean shook his head. "Nothing."
"Not even your kids?"
"NO! I don't know them, or Alexis. Just you, and Dad. I don't know Mom, she died when I was four."
"She's not dead Dean."
"She is to me Sam" Dean snapped rather heatedly. "I'm telling you Sammy..I don't belong here."
"Look, I'm going to call your doctor tomorrow, see if we can get you back into treatment."
"Treatment?" Dean scoffed. "You're putting me in an institution?"
"It's not an institution Dean. It's a treatment center. It helped you last time."
"Last time?? I've never been here before."
Sam sighed, shaking his head.
"I'm not going into a nuthouse."
"Dean, you need help. You have no memory of your past, your children..your wife, don't you want help?"
"No, I don't. I just want to go home."
"You are home Dean."
Dean scoffed again. "Are you listening to me Sam?" he yelled. "I don't belong here, this isn't home. This isn't my life!"
Sam stopped walking and grabbed Dean's arm. "Dean, we had this conversation five years ago. Almost the same exact conversation! You babbled on and on about demons, spirits, poltergiests, all of this crazy shit for over two weeks. We got you into a treatment center, and one day reality snapped back to you and all this nonsense disappeared. We can help you again Dean, if you let us."
"This happened five years ago?" Dean asked. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah Dean. It kind of sticks with you when someone you love...has a problem."
"Where you at Stanford?"
Sam laughed. "Well, at least something is coming back."
Dean glared at him. "Let's go back to the house Sam. I'm tired, ok?"
XXXX
Sam stretched out on the bed, yawning. He rolled over wrapping his arms around Dean. "Morning sunshine!" he whispered in his ear.
Dean bounded out of the bed, falling on the floor.
"What the fuck's going on?" he asked.
"Dean, what's wrong?" Sam asked pulling the sheets back and standing up.
Dean's eyes grew wide, shocked to see his brother completely naked, looking down at himself seeing that he, too, was naked.
"Oh my GOD!" Dean slurred.
"Dean what's wrong with you?"
"What the fuck were we doing in bed together? Naked?"
"What?" Sam asked, confused, his brow wrinkled.
"Where's Alexis? And Jessica?"