Hey it's Mayhem. Here's chapter three. It's my first so let me know what you guys think!

Sam and Bobby helped Dean in bed and put ice packs on his head. Replacing them every few hours and trying to get him to eat something, he needs his strength. Bobby started making phone calls to other hunters in the are, making them aware that the Gemini Blade has surfaced again. Sam flipped through old books and bibles and surfed the web researching anything he could about the blade and where it might be now.

"Hey Bobby, I think I might have an idea of where to start looking for the blade." Sam said while reading an ad online.

"Great where?" Bobby said walking out of the room Dean was sleeping in.

"There's this ad here. A woman is selling a blade that looks just like Castor's half."

"Here let me see the picture," Sam showed Bobby the picture of the blade. The edges where silver and detailed delicately but it was warn. The blade was rigged and jagged on the tips and looked cut perfectly in half, waiting for it's match.

"Hmmm, well it looks similar but you never know, it could be a trap. Go to the address, I'll stay here with Dean."

"Alright. How is he?" Sam asked while packing his bag and loading his gun.

"He's gotten so much younger in just the few hours since you guys got here. He sleeps most of the time but he keeps on waking up screaming."

"Yeah I heard him, but I don't get it. Are they nightmares?"

"They're memories Sam. He's a teenager with memories no one should even have. It's traumatizing him. Memories of himself dying, it would be enough to make me scream. Watching me die as many times as he did."

"I better get going then. The sooner I find the knife, the sooner we get Dean back," Sam stood up and drove away in the Impala. Next stop, 4173 Malum Road.

When Sam left Bobby went back to Dean to replace the ice on his head and check his temperature. 102.6 degrees.

"This isn't good," Bobby whispered to himself. Dean woke up with a jolt and started to cry.

"No. No. No. This isn't happening. I'm an orphan. Mom is dead. Dad is dead. How? NO!" Dean wouldn't stop crying and shaking. Bobby didn't know what to do. He wasn't really good with being showing empathy. He might look like a teenager, but his mind seemed to be turning to a four year old.

"Uhmmm, uh, shit. What do I do? Uh, Dean? What happened? What's wrong?" Bobby tried to ask. It took a while for Dean to answer.

Finally between sobs he said, "Mom died from that demon. Now dad is dead too. How can he be dead? I remember I just saw him. He just came back from a hunt. I was with Sammy. We were watching cartoons when he walked through the door. He killed a nest of vampires a few towns over where we were staying. Hey wait-where am I? Where's the motel? This isn't Oregon. Bobby? Where's dad? He can't be dead. I just saw him. Where's Sammy? He was sitting right next to me."

Dean was getting his memories confused. With memories from when he was thirteen to memories that would have happened years into the future. Bobby didn't know what to tell him. The truth was the only way to go from here. With Dean in this state of mind, he might not even remember it anyway.

"Uh, listen Dean. It's true, your parents are gone. But don't you worry about Sam. He's out right now, trying to help you. It'll all be okay."

"Sammy's out alone? How could you let him do that! He's only nine, Bobby!" Dean was hysterical. He couldn't see straight or get his memories sorted out. They all started to blur and mix in his brain it hurt.

"Dean, Sam isn't nine. He hasn't been nine for a long time. He's 26."

"That's impossible he can't be older than me."

"He isn't older than you. You're thirty. Well you were."

"What do you mean were? I'm thirteen Bobby."

"No you think you're thirteen because you got stabbed with half of a Gemini blade."

The memories were rushing back. Suddenly, Dean remembered getting stabbed in the shoulder by that demon. He remembered that the children were dying in the last town they were in. Dean remembered it all. Then he lost it.

"No! No this can't be happening! This isn't real!"

"Dean! Calm down!"

"Shut up Bobby, you don't know anything. I know that Sammy is out there all alone and it's my job to keep him safe when dad isn't here. And dad isn't here. I need to find him. I need to make sure he's okay since you just let him leave!" Dean tried to stand up but he fell into bed.

Bobby's voice was soft and slow, "Dean, listen to me. Sam is out there trying to help you. You need to stay here and rest. You'll be yourself soon. I promise."

After thirty minutes of driving, Sam pulled up into the driveway of the address. The owner of the ad was a Mrs. Astrid Reus. Sam got out of the car and rang to doorbell. Moments later a middle aged woman with laugh wrinkles by her eyes answered the door. She wore a navy blue button down dress and an apron.

"Oh hello, you must be Jimmy," She said with a smile.

"Uh, yeah. We spoke on the phone earlier. About the blade."

"Of course we did. Come in, I was just finishing baking some cookies."

Sam walked inside and sat down on the couch in the living room. Astrid went into the kitchen and came out with a plate of cookies.

"Here, have a cookie," She told Sam and put the plate on the coffee table. He took a cookie and smiled at her.

"So about that blade," Sam said as he took a bite of the cookie.

"Oh right! Here let me go get it. You wait right here," She ginned widely and quickly walked away into the next room. Something wasn't right about Astrid Reus. Too friendly. Too many smiles. It wouldn't make sense why a woman would have the blade.

"Something isn't right. I need to leave. Now," Same whispered to himself and stood up.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. You're right. Something isn't right," Astrid said. Her eyes flicked from pure black back to normal.

"A demon!" Sam yelled and pulled out his gun. Before he could pull the trigger, she flew Sam across the room and into the kitchen. He slammed his back against the stove door. Quickly he got up and grabbed the nearest object. A kitchen knife. He threw it across the room into her shoulder. Astrid fell to the ground and passed out.

Quickly, he tied her to a chair and drew a devils trap on her wood floor. He placed her in the middle of the trap and waited for her to wake up. Sam waited for thirty minutes before she gained consciousness again. Astrid stared at Sam with her empty black eyes. Sam started back. He stood up and pointed his salt gun at her.

"Where's the blade?"

"Let's cut the crap. You want the blade. Right?"

"No shit."

"Then let's make a deal. The blade, for your soul."

Alright, I left you guys with a little cliffhanger! Mischief should be getting around to it sooner or later. Hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated!

-Mayhem