Chapter One
With a gasp, Dean shot up in a sitting position. A TV playing had him looking up with a confused expression. What the hell? Where was he? He glanced around the room, seeing some dirty clothes laying around that were his, a suit jacket over the back of a chair in the corner. He twisted himself and his feet gently landed on the wood flooring. He pushed himself up into a standing position, his eyes continuously roaming the room before landing on his cellphone. Sam would know what was up.
Dean made his way out of the bedroom and into a living room. Whose apartment was he in? What the hell did that damn Djinn do to him? He sighed loudly and scrolled through the contacts in his phone until he got to Sam's number and pressed the call button. As the phone rang, he saw some pictures and walked over to see some pictures of him and Sam. He smiled a bit at the happy look on Sam's face and he was shocked at how happy he looked as well.
"Dean?" a voice heavy sleep answered the phone and Dean winced as he looked out the window. It looked late.
"Yeah, Sammy. It's me." He answered before pacing the apartment. "What the hell happened? Where am I?" Dean could hear some rustling like bed sheets.
"What are you talking about, Dean? Are you okay?" Sam sounded really worried.
"I don't know, I woke up and I don't know where I am."
"What?!" Sam growled. "What do you remember, Dean? Don't worry, we'll figure this out." The soothing tone shocked Dean but he shrugged it off.
"Well there was the Djinn and—"
"Oh," there was sigh of relief. "You're drinking." Sam snorted and there was a chuckle. "You really had me worried for a second, babe."
"Babe?" Dean muttered and went back to look at the pictures before freezing at a picture. It was one of those cheesy couple pictures that couples took while kissing. And it featured him… and Sam kissing.
"You're just drunk, Dean." Sam sighed and it sounded like he was back in bed. "Are you at some bar?"
"N-no. Apartment." Dean managed to choke out as he relooked over all the pictures. The closeness between him and his brother was borderline too close to be considered normal. What had that damn Djinn do to him?
"You're home and safe. Good." And then there was this chuckle that drew Dean's attention. It was husky and made his breath catch. "I think it's pretty cute you drunk dialed me. You must really miss me to be drove to drinking," Dean swallowed as the situation started to crash into his system. "Don't worry, I miss you, too. And when I come home tomorrow, I'll show you how much."
Sam was definitely hitting on him and his body was definitely responded. Dean didn't know to respond and a shaky breath left him. Sam laughed in his ear.
"You're really drunk, go sleep it off and I'll see you tomorrow for the dinner, okay?"
"Okay." Dean managed to get out.
"Sleep tight, love you." And then Sam hung up the phone. Dean kept the phone by his ear for another minute or two before blinking a few times stupidly. He saw some mail and put his phone down to pick up the mail.
"Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Wesson… what the hell?" He and Sammy weren't related? He swallowed but then saw the address. "Lawrence?" Why were they in Lawrence? He went to the couch and collapsed onto it. His head was spinning. He and Sam weren't related, and they were together. Maybe the Djinn did grant wishes? There was no way he and Sam could be together related and so it must have changed things so they could be together. He rolled his head to the side when he saw another picture frame but froze, his breath escaping him in a rush.
"No…" And then he was on his feet, rushing to the bedroom to put clothes on. He grabbed the car keys on the side table by the bed and was running out the door. He needed to see if it were true. Needed to see if his mother was really alive.