"What's wrong?" Carmen asked him later at home.

"Sammy and I don't get along," he said.

Carmen wondered where this was coming from. Dean never talked about Sam and when Sam came to visit he was usually cold towards him.

"I just think you guys don't spend a lot of time together. It's his loss," Carmen said, trying to make Dean feel better.

"I'm going to fix it with Sam. With everybody," Dean said.

"What's with you lately?" Carmen asked. Dean was acting very un-Dean. Not necessarily in a bad way, though.

"I feel like I've been given a second chance at life. And I want to make sure this time that it's great. I'm sure that makes no sense," Dean said.

"No, it doesn't, but that's OK. It's a good attitude. I have to go to work. I have the night shift at the hospital tonight."

Dean just smiled at the woman he was supposed to love but didn't even know. He wondered if he should break up with her, or try to fall in love with her. What would be most fair to her? Well, he didn't have to decide that tonight.

After Carmen left, he turned on the TV and saw that there was an anniversary memorial for the crash of Flight 424. "No, we stopped that crash," he said. "Maybe a flight with the same number crashed a different day." That was possible. After all, planes crashed all the time. All the time, that's why he wouldn't fly.

He went to the computer and looked it up. No, he was pretty sure that was the same flight. He looked up other cases they had been on and found out all the people they had saved had died. He knew now that he couldn't stay in this life. He had to hunt the djinn to get him to reverse his wish. It was so unfair. Why couldn't Mom live her life, and Sammy get married and give her grandchildren? Why did they have to make all the sacrifices? He didn't know why. He just knew they did. He also knew he needed silver and lamb's blood.

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Dean was slightly ashamed of what he had done, but he had needed lamb's blood and needed it quickly. There was a petting zoo in town and he didn't figure it would be guarded at night. He was right. He tried to clean up as best he could and even buried the carcass, so hopefully a child wouldn't find the dead lamb.

He assumed that his parents had silver. He would break into their house and get it. They wouldn't be likely to call the cops on him.

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Sam woke to a sound coming from downstairs. He got up and tiptoed to the other side of the room where his baseball bat still resided. He picked it up and crept down the hall. He peaked into his parents' room on the way and confirmed that they were both still sleeping. He carefully made his way down the stairs and heard another noise coming from the kitchen. He slipped into the kitchen with his bat poised and felt it being pulled out of his hands and himself being flung to the ground.

"That was so easy, I'm embarrassed for you," Dean said with a smile.

"Dean?" Sam asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for a beer," Dean answered, remembering that's what he had said when this same situation had occurred two years ago. Of course, Sam wouldn't remember that. For him, it had never happened.

"In the china cabinet?" Sam asked turning on the light. "You're stealing Mom and Dad's silver?" he asked incredulously. He knew Dean wasn't the most moral man in the world, but he couldn't believe he would actually steal from Mom and Dad. "What's so important that you have to steal from your own parents?"

"Want the truth?" Dean asked.

"Yes," Sam answered.

Dean decided to give it to him. If all went according to plan, this Sam would cease to exist in a few hours anyway. That made him sad. While this Sam didn't seem to like him very much, at least he was happy and secure. And safe.

"I have to kill a genie."

"A genie? Like a wish-granting genie? Why would you want to kill a genie?" Sam couldn't believe he had just asked him why he would want to kill something that didn't exist. He should be asking him what was really going on, or calling for some men with strait jackets.

"Long story," Dean said and headed out the door with the silver knife he had come for.

"I'm coming with you," Sam decided. He didn't know what Dean was up to, but it sounded stupid and he might need help keeping out of trouble.

"No, you're only going to slow me down," Dean responded. This Sam was useless. Dean was sure he would make an excellent lawyer, but killing supernatural creatures seemed to be a bit beyond his abilities at the moment.

"Whatever stupid thing you're doing, you're not going to do it alone," Sam said adamantly.

"Why are you doing this?" Dean said as he relented and led the way out to the Impala.

"Because you're my brother," Sam said.

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