Thankyou to every one that has been reading my story. Thank you so much to everyone that has been leaving me reviews. Feedback is always welcome.


I just wanted to let everyone know that at the end of the first chapter I had Dean call Sam jerk and Sam call Dean bitch on purpose. It wasn't an accident. I re-worded that bit so it made more sense. Sorry about that.

"Sam, o-open your eyes, c-come on you big jerk." Dean said trying to get through to Sam by using his own oddly affectionate nickname, panicked now that he couldn't't get Sam to open his eyes. A few tears escaped Dean's own eyes. He didn't't make a move to brush them away. His little brother his sole focus. He checked Sam for a pulse terrified Sam had already left him. He found it and a small amount of relief washed through him.

Sam felt Dean's figures on his neck trying to find his pulse "Bitch…" Sam whispered back just like Dean would have, letting his brother know he could hear him before the blackness finally swallowed him completely.


Blame and Accusations

From behind came another voice "Dean…"

Dean tuned "No…" he said shaking his head "No…"

She was beautiful in white, her long blonde hair flowing down her back. Dean shook his head what was going on, I'm dreaming, I have to be…

"Dean." She said again moving closer. She lifted her hand to caress Dean's cheek.

Dean stood stiff, tried to move away from her touch. She put her hand down. Anger flashed through her eyes.

"Dean, you lost him, you haven't been doing a very good job at looking after him Dean. Why?"

Not again. Dean shook his head, she blamed him too.

"You think after you dragged him away from me that you would have at least taken better care of him. You made him leave me that night. I was all by myself Dean!" Her voice was getting louder as she spoke.

"When that thing came, what he did…" She broke off shaking her head "And my poor Sam he blamed himself, had nightmares every time he shut his eyes. When all along he should have been blaming you, because you came and got him, made him go, because you didn't want to be alone any more!" She yelled in a shrill voice.

"Jessica… I'm so…." Dean didn't get to finish.

"NO! You can't apologies for this, you have to live with the fact that you destroyed your little brothers life, that you're the reason I don't get to live mine and for that matter the reason your dad doesn't get to live his!" Jessica started to circle Dean, arms crossed in front of her.

Dean moved around watching her. Tears had gathered in his eyes. "I know it's my fault OK!" Dean yelled back. He hated that she blamed him for every thing he blamed himself for, that he had let this happen, that it really was all his fault, all the stuff that had happened, his Dad blamed him and so did she.

Jessica shook her head and stopped. She continued speaking seemingly unhearing of Dean's words. "And now you've lost Sam again, as if it's not bad enough that you already let Sam die. Now you've lost him! He's gone." Jessica moved stepping up so she was a few inches away from Dean. She looked into his eyes "And you sold your soul, so even if you do find Sam and he's Ok this time, If he's Ok, Your still leaving him here in this awful world all by him self Dean! What kind of bother are you. How selfish is that! What kind of brother are you…!" And then she was gone.

Dean rubbed a hand over his face, he was breathing hard Forget dream this is a freaking nightmare Dean thought. "Wake up!" He yelled out loud. But what if it isn't a dream, what if this is real, the things dad and Jessica think, what if Sam's really gone. Dean sunk down into the chair that Sam had been using earlier and rested his head in his hands.

The figure didn't make a sound, but Dean knew he was there. Dean looked up and sitting at the table across form him was Sam. Sam sat quietly he didn't say a word. Dean looked at his brother moving his eyes up and down Sam's form checking for signs of his injury, but Sam seemed fine now. Dean felt relief wash through him Sam's Ok Dean thought. "Sammy, thank God, what happened?" Dean asked. Sam didn't answer, his expression blank. "Sam…" Dean prompted.

Sam shook his head.

"Your Ok aren't you Sammy?" Dean asked.

Quietly Sam said "No, I'm not."

"What…" Dean started but Sam cut him off.

"How could I be alright Dean."

Dean started to feel sick again Ok if this isn't a dream and Sam has appeared just like Dad and Jess, does that mean, no he can't be… No I'm dreaming I have to be.

"How could you do this to me Dean." Sam continued.

Dean shook his head in confusion "Do wh…"

"Selling your soul Dean. I mean yeah I get to live but I've got to do it without you. I've got to live knowing your in hell because of me. Now me dying in Cold Oak that wasn't your fault, it was mine I never should have tuned my back on Jake."

Dean didn't say anything Sam doesn't blame me… he thought as he listened to Sam.

"But Dean selling your soul, it was selfish, I'm awful to say that aren't I but it's true, you didn't want to live without me, but Dean I don't want to live without you and the way things are going I might have to, and what's worse is you won't just be dead, you'll be in Hell. I can't believe you did this to me, especially knowing how you felt when dad went for you." Sam started to tear up.

"Sammy, I know I'm sorry, it was my job to protect you though, I…."

Sam put up one hand to silence Dean, "Well whose going to protect me when your gone?"

Dean looked down his eyes blurring with tears. "Sa…" Dean started to say when he looked back up but Sam had vanished as silently as he had appeared.

"I'm sorry." Dean said to the empty room.


Is Dean dreaming?

Is Sam alive?

Were you expecting it to be Jessica at the start?


Sorry it was so short I wanted to give you guys something but I didn't have a lot of time.

Please review let me know if you still like it.