WITCH DREAM
Chapter 10
Recap: Sam had visions of a witch who put a spell on him which makes him have horrible night terrors. Now, after Bobby has given him a sedative so he will sleep; Sam finds himself in a different reality where he was never a hunter, his parents are alive, and Dean is dead. Also, the witch, Giselle, is working with a demon against Azazel.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Supernatural. They belong to Kripke. This is done strictly for fun, not profit. Also, if anything seems familiar, I don't own it.
A/N: Okay, so here's the next chapter. I know…reeeaaallly long time between posts. Sorry, I started a new job and my scheduled kind of went wonky but now I'm getting back in the groove of things.
Also, for those of you who haven't seen Season 3 yet. Azazel is the name they gave to the Yellow Eyed Demon. No major spoilers. Only spoilers up through WIAWSNB of Season 2.
Plus, if you reviewed before and I didn't get back to you, I'm so sorry for not replying. You can scold me later for it. And now, on with the show.
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"Here, drink this." Missouri handed Dean a cup of brown thick liquid and Dean just looked at it.
"What is it?" He sloshed it around in the cup and leaned forward to smell it cringing at the horrid smell. "Ugh, smells like…week old gym socks."
"And you would know," Missouri deadpanned. "It's just something to help make you more…open."
Dean looked up at her as he arched an eyebrow. "You make that sound like it's a bad thing." He looked back at the concoction and then back at Missouri. "What do you mean when you say 'open'? Are you talking Kevin Bacon in Stir of Echoes 'open', or…do you believe in fairies 'open'?"
"Just drink the damn potion, Dean," said Bobby from where he was finishing making a salt circle around the two beds that Dean and Sam were in. He glanced up at Missouri who just gave him a weary look.
"Alright, fine," Dean said grudgingly. "Excuse me for wanting to know what I'm getting in to." Dean hesitated for a moment and then took a big breath and downed the thick liquid in one big gulp. He then closed his eyes and shook his head as he made a face. "Gah, well…that was gross." He shuddered as he grimaced at the taste. "So what's the plan again?" he asked as he sat the bowl down on the side table.
"Well, first off, I'm going to try and find this witch," Bobby said as he went back to the chalk circle he had drawn earlier on the floor and sat down inside it. "See if I can take her out."
"And while he's doing that, you'll be trying to convince your brother that this dream isn't real," said Missouri as she helped Bobby set up candles around the circle.
"By doing this…'mind trip'. That doesn't even sound right no matter how you say it," Dean said as he watched Bobby and Missouri set things up. Earlier they had pushed Dean's bed closer to Sam's so that they were within arm's reach with a chair sitting tightly in between the two and now Missouri placed four white candles at the corners of the beds for protection.
"Well, however it sounds, it will work. You just have to let it work." She then fixed Dean with a knowing glance before beginning to light the candles that now surround the two boys.
"Oh, don't worry, for Sammy I'd do anything," Dean said as he brushed a hand through Sam's hair. He then stopped realizing what he'd just said. He looked at both Bobby and Missouri to see if they had heard and knew by the smile on Missouri's face that she had. "Did I just say that out loud?"
"I'd say that the potion is starting to work." She then turned back to Bobby checking to make sure that everything was ready for what they needed to do. "Are you going to be okay with what needs to be done?" she questioned with obvious concern.
Bobby was looking at a small black book where he had written the ritual down for the locator and binding spell and was just doing a few last minute preparations. He looked up to meet Missouri's gaze and nodded. "Yeah, it shouldn't be too difficult. It's not like I haven't done this kind of thing before. What about you?"
Missouri pursed her lips and turned back to look at the two Winchester boys. Dean was fussing over Sam making sure he was comfortable and stroking a hand through his baby brother's unruly mop of hair seemingly oblivious to other two people in the room. She nodded and then looked at Bobby again. "I hope so. For their sakes I better be."
Bobby then smiled and nodded acknowledging that he felt the same way. He then turned his thoughts back to the task at hand and began lighting the black candle set in the circle before him.
Missouri watched for a moment and then turned towards Dean and Sam and squeezed between the two beds.
When Missouri placed a hand on his shoulder, Dean looked up at her as if now just noticing she was there and pulled his legs up onto his bed. "Sorry, I didn't see you there." His head was beginning to feel a little fuzzy around the edges and he noticed when he moved his head that things seemed to be blending together a little more at the edges. "Whoa," he said softly as he closed his eyes.
"How are you feeling?" asked Missouri as she sat down and looked at Dean with concern.
"A littleee…trrrippy. What did youu put in that stufff?" he asked blinking his eyes slowly as his body started to relax a little more.
Missouri just smiled as his words slurred a little. "Just a few of the basics. Nothing too special. It should be starting to work. We'll give it a few more minutes before starting the next part."
Dean just nodded and sat back on his bed to watch Bobby perform the locator spell. As he watched, he became transfixed by the crystal that Bobby was swinging and the flicker of the candle light dancing on the wicks and he began to feel his mind wander. He could see colors surrounding Bobby in blues and light hints of green as Bobby worked through the spell. Suddenly the colors changed becoming darker and angry looking as they swirled around the room filling the room with a dark, pulsing presence. Dean drew in a sharp breath and closed his eyes against the kaleidoscope of swirling colors.
"Dean, are you okay?" Missouri asked noticing the elder Winchester's change placing a hand on his shoulder.
Dean tensed slightly at the touch and turned his head to where Missouri was before finally opening his eyes. Bright colors surrounded Missouri in strong purples and blues that seemed to calm even as he felt her worry seep into him from her touch. He gave a small lop-sided grin and blinked slowly. "It's okay. I'm alright. No need to worry."
Missouri calmed slightly and then patted Dean's shoulder slightly. "I'd say that you're ready." She then turned back to Bobby who had just finished the locator spell. "Did you find her?"
Bobby nodded as he looked at where the crystal had fallen on the map he had out on the floor in front of him. "Yeah, she's actually not too far from here." He looked up at Missouri and then glanced over at Dean. His eyes seemed to have glazed over and he had sort of a dopey grin on his face. :"He okay?" he asked as he nodded in Dean's direction.
Missouri smiled a little and looked over at Dean. "He's fine. Just some of his other senses opening up to the world around him. I better get him started on his journey. Make sure that you get the binding spell done as soon as he's in otherwise we may have a problem."
Bobby nodded and Missouri smiled slightly in return. She then picked up a sage stick she had prepared earlier and lit it with one of the candle flames letting it burn for a while before blowing it out. She wafted the smoke around over Dean and Sam pulling it towards their heads and hearts; next she took the smoking herb and pulled the smoke up over her own head a few times before laying the smoking stick down on the plate sitting at her feet. Shifting slightly towards Dean, she gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned to her slowly and she gave a small smile in return. "It's time," she said softly and he nodded before closing his eyes and scooting down on the bed to get more comfortable.
Missouri took a deep breath to steady herself and then placed a hand on each brother's forehead and closed her eyes. She focused her mind first on Dean working her way into his thoughts. Some of his defenses were still up and she had to coax him to let her in. Finally, she reached his inner thoughts and she could see a spectral image of him form in her mind's eye looking exactly like he did just a moment ago in real life. He must have heard her and turned to look at her with a look of confusion on his face.
"Missouri?" He looked around at the dark room that was void of almost all light. "Where are we?"
"We're inside your head. Frankly, I'm a little surprised," Missouri said as she looked around. The room was poorly lit making it hard to make out exactly what was there with deep shadows lining the walls. She could just make out the form of two beds with what looked like weapons laid out on one ready for cleaning. There were a few pictures on the wall but no matter how hard Missouri looked at them, they just seemed to be just out of focus.
Dean frowned slightly and tilted his head slightly to the side as he watched her look around. "Why's that?"
"It's just…I thought that it would be different. Of course…you never were one to show all your cards at once were you, Dean."
He just looked at her with a funny look and she just shook her head. "Never mind. What do you say we go find, Sam?" She held out her hand to him and he hesitated for a moment before finally taking her smaller hand in his bigger one. She smiled and closed her eyes for a moment before everything started to become brighter. Dean blinked against the intensity of the light and tried to shield his eyes as colors started to bleed into focus and started to take on form. Soon they were standing on a street just outside of a white house and Dean had to blink several times to make everything come in to focus.
When he finally recognized where he was he dropped Missouri's hand and stepped back a little. "What the hell?"
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Giselle was putting the final touches on dinner wanting everything to be perfect for the evening. She had planned for so long she couldn't afford for anything to go wrong. She checked to make sure that the wine was chilling before smoothing down her apron and glancing at the clock again. So far everything was going well. Her husband should be home any minute now. And at just that moment she heard the lock click and the front door open.
"Honey, is that you?" she called out undoing her apron.
"Yeah, it's me. Something sure smells good." Josh walked in to the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. "Wow, you look beautiful."
Giselle smiled looking down at the little black dress that she had on. "What this old thing? Thank you."
Josh smiled and then faltered as if remembering something. "So what's the special occasion? Did I…forget something?"
Giselle just smiled and shook her head. "No, I just thought…I'd surprise you." She walked slowly towards him and fingered the lapel of his work shirt. "Can't I surprise my husband once in a while?" she play-pouted as she looked up into his eyes.
Josh just grinned and looked down at her. "I guess it's not a crime," he said softly so wanting to kiss her at the moment. He suddenly pulled back though. "I better go get cleaned up. Just…hold that thought." He then turned and headed upstairs.
Giselle let her smile drop a little after he left. Perfect. "Okay, but hurry up. Dinner will be done in thirty minutes."
Josh hurried towards the bathroom to get cleaned up and was quickly undressing when he noticed something in the mirror. "What the hell?" He turned around to see a cloud of smoke coming through the vent and forming in front of him. He stared in disbelief not sure what it was. The next he knew it was forcing its way down his throat and up his nose. He tried to cry out but couldn't form a word past the thick substance forcing its way into him. Then all he saw was nothing.
Josh opened his eyes and turned back towards the mirror to look at his face in the mirror, yellow eyes gleaming in the light. "Well, not too bad. I think I'm going to like using this body for a while." The yellow-eyed demon then quickly stripped down and got into the shower.
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"What are we doing here?" Dean asked turning towards Missouri in confusion.
The house they stood in front of was their old home in Lawrence. The tree out front green with leaves and a wooden swing tied to its branches. It was just like he remembered it from last time they were in Lawrence.
"I thought you understood-" Missouri began.
"Yeah, I thought we were going to get Sam," Dean cut her off turning back to look at the house again. His eyes scanned the white house with trepidation.
"And we are," Missouri said gently taking a step towards Dean. "Dean…this is where your brother is."
Dean's head snapped around to look hard at the woman and Missouri took a small step back slightly frightened by his reaction. Dean's eyes softened and he looked down at his shoes embarrassed that he had frightened her. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "It's just…why here?" He then lifted his sad eyes to her in question.
Missouri's heart broke slightly realizing how difficult coming back here must be for him. She knew that this house held so many memories for Dean both good and bad. One bad memory evidently far outweighed all of the good ones. "Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry. I thought I told you. The last time I saw Sam he was coming home the next day. I forgot what that would mean to you." She then placed a hand on his shoulder.
Dean shied away from the touch and Missouri was kind enough not to make comment. She could tell he was fighting with his emotions trying to gather his strength as he shifted nervously from one foot to the other never making eye contact. "Will they be here?" he asked quietly gazing towards the house again with longing.
Missouri frowned again and looked towards the house also. "Probably."
A pained look crossed Dean's face before he could look away and he ran a hand across his face. The memory of the world the genie had created for him was still very fresh in his mind. He still remembered what his mom had looked like down to the last laugh line and wondered if she would look the same here. And to see his Dad... Dean swallowed hard against the lump forming in his throat.
"But they won't be able to see you," Missouri said softly knowing how much Dean wanted to see his parents again. "We're only here for Sam. Here, you're just a ghost."
Missouri waited not daring to speak and finally saw Dean nod his head. He then looked again at the house before turning back to her. "Okay, so what do I need to do?"
Missouri nodded and let out a sigh of relief getting down to business. "Find, Sam. Try and convince him this isn't real. That this is just a dream."
Dean just scoffed. "Yeah, like that'll be easy."
Missouri smiled at that. "Yeah, he can be a little stubborn." Dean just laughed. "I guess he gets that from his father."
Dean just rolled his eyes and then nodded again at Missouri. He then sighed and turned back towards his old house squaring his shoulders as if preparing for battle. "Wish me luck." He then strode off leaving Missouri to stare after him.
"Good luck," she whispered and then faded into the background.
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Dean walked up to the front door not sure how to go about this. How was he going to convince Sam that this wasn't real? He knew how much he had wanted to stay in the genie's vision world. He could only imagine what it would be like for Sam. Missouri had told him a little about what Sam believed and he knew a little from when he had somehow found his way in to Sam's dream earlier, but other than that Dean didn't know what he might find on the other side of that door.
After standing there for a few minutes, he finally reached out to ring the doorbell and…nothing happened. He frowned in confusion. "What the-" He reached out to knock on the door and watched in shock as his hand went through the wood. He just stood there for a moment as he watched his hand pass through the painted wood of the door. His hand tingled slightly, but other than that he didn't feel anything too strange. He then recovered from the shock and quickly pulled his hand back flexing his fingers slightly before looking back towards the door. He then sighed in frustration and threw his hands up in the air. "Oh this is just great," he grumbled and then looked around for a moment before turning back to the door. He bounced a little on his toes trying to psyche himself up. "Okay, piece of cake." He then took a step forward and started to pass through the door.
When he came out the other side he stopped and waited for something to happen. When nothing happened he peeked one eye open and then the other. He looked around hoping no one saw him feeling rather stupid. "Come on, Dean, get it together." He then noticed someone sitting in the living room. He squinted a little to see who it was and then stopped.
"Sammy?"
Sam quickly looked up and then the color drained from his face. "Dean?" he asked shakily as he put down the book he was reading.
"Yeah, it's me. Dude, what is it? What's the matter?" he asked as he noticed how pale Sam was.
Sam for his part quickly squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them again to look at Dean. Yup, Dean's still there. Sam's shoulders slumped slightly and he mumbled something under his breath.
"What did you say?" asked Dean as he stepped closer to Sam.
Sam didn't say anything. Instead he got up and moved away from Dean purposefully not looking at him. He quickly headed out of the room not wanting to believe that he was seeing his dead brother.
"Hey, Sam…Sammy, wait up will you?" Dean hurried to catch up with his brother as he hurried through the house. "Sam, come on. Listen, you gotta listen to me. Something's going on and we gotta get out of here." Sam still didn't answer as he headed upstairs and Dean was starting to get a little perturbed. "Sam," Dean said a little more forcibly. "Will you at least acknowledge that I'm here?" he called out as he trudged up the stairs after his brother.
Sam finally turned to look at him and Dean stepped back in surprise at the angry look he saw there. Sam then turned and headed towards the room at the end of the hall and slammed the door behind him.
Dean just let out a frustrated groan and then walked towards the door. When he came through the other side he stopped for a moment and looked around. He had forgotten that this was Sam's old room. A shiver went down his spine at the memory of what had happened in this room twenty-three years ago. Looking up at the ceiling he could almost see the image of his mother staring down at him. He quickly shook off the weird feeling and looked around for Sam. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands and Dean stopped for a moment in concern.
"Sam, are you okay?"
Sam gave a small snort and then a slight giggle before it turned into an almost crazy laughter and then an almost strangled sob.
"Sam?" Dean asked in confusion taking a step towards his little brother.
"No, Dean," Sam said so softly Dean almost didn't hear it. "I'm not fine." He finally looked at Dean and could see that his brother had no idea what he was talking about. "How can I be fine when I'm seeing you?"
Dean's brows knitted together in bewilderment. "Huh?"
"I said how can I be fine when I'm seeing you? Dean, you're dead!" Sam almost shouted the last word. "I just spent the last two years in a mental facility because I thought that ghost and demons were real and that you were…" Sam broke off swallowing hard against the emotions threatening to spill out. "And now, I'm talking to the ghost of my dead brother, so no I am not fine," he said the last rather bitterly as he glared up at Dean before turning to look back at the floor.
Dean just looked at him in shock. "I'm dead?" he asked softly not wanting to believe that that could be real even here.
Sam just nodded as tears welled up in his eyes. "Last year, in a car wreck."
Dean turned away from Sam for a moment trying to hide his emotions feeling anger and confusion swirling around inside. He couldn't believe that that is what that bitch made Sam believe. No wonder Sam had freaked out when he had seen him before. He ran a hand across his face and then turned to look back at Sam who was sitting looking like someone had run over his puppy. "Sam…I don't know what you think is real, but it's not."
Sam looked up at him slightly with tears in his eyes and Dean had to swallow hard against the lump in his throat. "This witch…did something to you and now… Now, I just need you to trust me when I say that this isn't real."
"No, Dean," Sam all but whispered not looking at his brother. "You're the one that isn't real. You're just part of what I made up."
"No, Sam, this…this world is the one that isn't real. I know…how hard it is to believe, but it isn't. You've just got to trust me. Deep down, I know you know that this can't be real. Sammy, please…just…trust me?"
"Why?" Sam finally looked up at Dean. "Why should I trust you? Why can't this be real? I mean," Sam licked his lips and looked away his eyes searching the room. "Dean, mom and dad are alive here. Now why can't that be real?" He turned back to Dean with sad puppy dog eyes begging for Dean to explain it to him.
Dean's heart broke at that moment. "Sam, I know how difficult this is. I mean…when that genie got me?" Dean stopped and licked his lips. "I wanted to stay so bad. You know to be normal? To see you happy."Dean just shook his head at the thought. "But I knew that it wasn't real. I mean deep down I knew something was wrong. I know that our life can be a real pain in the ass sometimes but…it's real. Sammy, please just…deep down what do you believe is real?"
Sam stared at him for a moment longer searching Dean's face trying to figure out if he could be real or if it was just something that he wanted to believe. A tear slipped from his eye and he hung his head confused as to what was really real anymore.
Dean's heart broke for Sam and he just wanted to reach out and touch Sam's shoulder, but he knew he couldn't. "It's your decision, Sam. Just…Sammy, please. Come back with me?" Dean's voice broke on the last word a little and he fought hard to keep his tears from falling. He hated begging but for his brother he would do anything. "Sammy, please, I've lost too much. I can't lose you too," he said trying to keep his voice from shaking not daring to look at his brother.
"I'm sorry."
With those two words, Dean felt like he had been punched in the gut. He had said those words himself to his family from his wish before going against their wishes. A tear slipped down his cheek and sucked in his lips to keep them from quivering. He then nodded and began to walk away.
"Dean?"
Dean stopped not daring to turn. Not daring to hope.
"What do I need to do?"
Dean let out a shaky breath silently thanking whoever was listening and fighting against the relief that flooded through him. He quickly wiped at the tears on his face and tried to compose himself before turning to look at his little brother. "Uh…I'm not sure. I forgot to ask Missouri that. Missouri?" he asked the air feeling a little stupid hoping that she would show.
Finally after a few moments Missouri appeared and Sam gasped slightly as he recognized her as the woman from the hospital. "You?"
Missouri smiled at him slightly before turning back to Dean. "You called?"
"Yeah, what do we need to do to blow this popsicle stand?"
"Well, it should be fairly simple. Bobby has done the binding spell to make sure the witch can't touch Sam. Now," Missouri turned towards Sam holding her gaze steady. "You need to really believe that this isn't real. If you decide that this whole place isn't real, then you should be able to wake up."
"Kind of like telling yourself to wake up when you're having a bad nightmare, right?" asked Sam with a little humor and Missouri just shrugged.
"That's it?" asked Dean with a little shock in his voice.
Missouri turned to look at Dean in annoyance. "Yes, that's it. What, did you think it was going to be some complicated ritual with hand waving and me speaking in tongues?" Missouri asked and by looking at Dean's expression that was what he had been thinking. "Pfft. Boy I should slap you silly just on principal for that," she said heatedly and Dean involuntarily took a step back. "Speaking in tongues," Missouri muttered as she moved away from Dean to sit on the bed beside Sam.
Sam just grinned at the woman and the way she had put his brother in his place. "I have a feeling we get along pretty well don't we?" Sam asked as he watched Missouri settle down on the bed beside him.
Missouri just smiled and then reached out her hands to Sam.
Sam sat there for a moment not sure what to do and then nodded as if he had decided something before taking Missouri's small hands in his bigger ones.
"Just concentrate. Think about your brother and your memories from the other world," Missouri said as she closed her eyes and Sam did the same. "Concentrate and tell yourself that this isn't real."
Dean stood at the foot of the bed watching his brother and Missouri sitting there concentrating and felt a little awkward. He wondered what would happen when this worked. Would he just disappear and wake up or did he have to do something too. Just then there was a knock at the door.
"Sam? Are you in there?" a muffled feminine voice called from the other side of the door and Dean froze. He knew that voice.
Dean turned towards the door wanting more than anything to see her face just one more time.
The door opened and Mary stuck her head in tentatively. "Sam?" She opened the door a little more and peeked in not wanting to be accused of barging in on her adult son but still she worried about him. "Sam?" Once the door was open she looked around and frowned in confusion. The room was empty. "I could of swore I heard him in here," she muttered to herself before shaking her head and heading back out the door she had just come through.
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A/N: Okay, so there's the new chapter. I hoped you liked it. Looks like things are finally coming together…or are they? Hmmm. I'm almost done with the next chapter so hopefully it won't be too long before it's up. Now, push the little button and let me know what you think. I really like getting reviews. They make me feel all giddy.
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