"Goddammit, Gabriel! What did you do to me?!" Sam shouted as he stumbled to regain his footing. Being flown who-knows-where was screwing with his equilibrium. The angel express was his least favorite mode of travel; flying anywhere with Cas was always a danger to the digestive system.
"Shhhh...lower your voice, Sammy. You're scaring the normal people." Gabriel put his finger to his lips to hush Sam. Looking around, Sam realized that Gabriel had zapped him to the middle of what appeared to be an Italian restaurant and that all of the people in the vicinity were staring at them.
"Where are we?" Sam hissed angrily. This was not his idea of a 'fun adventure'. Why on earth had Gabriel brought him to a restaurant of all places? He would have expected the planet Mars or at least a carnival from the Trickster.
"Just wait," Gabriel winked before disappearing with a snap.
Shit...shit...shit, Sam thought to himself. Gabriel could have zapped him anywhere, and he was practically unarmed. He should have listened to Dean and kept at least the pistol on his person. For all Sam knew, he might even be in Italy, but he didn't think so. The menus were in English, for one, and most of the people seemed to be speaking English. That left most of Europe and the U.S.
"Sam? Did you go to the bathroom already? That was fast," a female voice said behind him. Sam's heart sank. He knew that voice. There was no way...she was dead. He'd watched her burn...
"Jess?" Sam turned on his heel, certain that he was imagining things. Before him sat Jessica Moore and two small blond children. A little boy with short wavy hair sat in a booster seat, coloring on his placemat. The little girl, a bit older than her brother, had darker blonde ringlets and bright hazel eyes and was staring at Sam intently.
"What's wrong, honey? The food should be here soon," said Jess, her blue eyes filled with concern. Jess looked good, Sam realized, really good. Her curly blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and he could see the faintest traces of makeup on her eyes and cheeks. A dark blue sleeveless dress showed off her figure with a modest v-neckline and knee length skirt. Sam sucked in a sharp breath when he realized that Jess was wearing a wedding ring in addition to the necklace he had given her for their first anniversary.
"Uh...nothing. Nothing's wrong," Sam replied eloquently. He stumbled slightly as he sat in the empty seat at the table, eyes still fixed on Jess.
"Mommy, do you like my picture?" the little boy asked, holding up his placemat for Jessica to see. Mommy...Mommy?! Sam thought to himself. Jessica is his mother? Their mother? How is that possible? Who are they? What are they? Questions began swirling faster and faster through his mind as he tried to reconcile the family before him with his Jessica. Overwhelmed, Sam started to his feet, hoping that, by some miracle, he'd be able to find Gabriel and get out of what was quickly becoming a nightmare.
"What's the matter, Daddy?" was the last thing Sam heard, his heart pounding and blood rushing in his ears, before darkness overtook him and he slumped to the floor.
