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Dean sheilded his eyes from the blinding light, it was so bright and overwhelming but at the same time so beautiful and welcoming. It was nice the air was warm and smelled sweet like his mother's kitchen when she would bake cookies. Dean smiled at the thought those cookies always had tasted so wonderful. Finally the light receded and he was able to see again.

He was sitting in a small clearing in the middle of a forest, tall trees surrounded him on all sides and wild flowers were poking up out of the ground sporadically. There was a slight breeze that make the leaves rustle gently and the flowers dance. It was beautiful to say the least and Dean felt like a chick just thinking about it, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to pick a flower and just smell it, and boy Sammy would just have a field day if he saw him doing that.

Where was Sammy anyway, and why was he sitting in the middle of a clearing all by himself? Now Dean wasn't looking at the flowers wasn't thinking of just sitting back and resting for a while, no, now he was on full Sammy alert, he had to find him, he could be in trouble.

Dean stood up and turned in a circle to get a clear view of everything, besides the fact that he had woken up in a strange place with no recalection of how he got there or what he was supposed to be doind, there was nothing out of place. "Sammy?" He called out not too loud in case there was some baddie ther ejust out of sight. "Sammy?" A little louder. "Sam!?" He was frantic now, where the hell could his brother be?

Then he heard a familiar voice from behind him. "Dean? Dean, it's okay stop yelling sweetheart."

Dean's heart was jackhammering in his chest, it couldn't be. This wasn't really happening, it was a trick it had to be. Or maybe he was. . . oh god.

"It's okay sweetheart that's not what this is about." Said the bittersweet voice. "Turn around baby."

But Dean didn't want to, he didn't want to face it, in case it was a haux, something cruel that the universe cooked up, he just didn't want her to leave ever again. He shook his head tears starting to form in his eyes, a small sob shook his shoulders.

"Oh Dean, it's okay." And suddenly there was a comforting hand on his shoulder, he was gently turned around and before anything else could even be said he buried his head into her shoulder and hugged her for all he was worth.

"Mom. . ." He whispered. She was rubbing small gentle circles into his back, ingnoring the fact that her shirt was getting wet from his tears.

"Shh, it's alright sweety." She pulled him away to look into his watery eyes.

"How are you. . .? If I'm not dead then what is this? Am I - is this all a dream?" All he wanted to do was stand there and hug her for all he was worth, never let go.

"No, you're in a sort of inbetween place. You and your brother needed some help and I just couldn't leave you alone." She smiled at him putting her hand on the side of his face, gently cupping his chin. Dean unconsouisly leaned into the touch.

"Help?" He was confused, what would he ned help with, he was fine.

"Oh honey, you don't even remember do you?" She took pity on him, she took his arm and gently led him over to sit down on two rocks that Dean didn't remeber being there. He sat heavily the weight of impending truth bringing his shoulders down.

"What don't I remeber? Better yet why don't I remember?" She just smiled a small sad sort of smile and laid a hand on the side of his face her thumb rubbing his jaw bone.

"You blocked it out baby, but don't worry, I'll help you remember, I'll help." The hand on his face began to tingle and Dean wanted to shake it off, it wasn't that it was painful, but it was getting uncomfortable. It felt like the small shock you get when you lick a battery to see if it still works, Dean turned his head to the side trying to dislodge the hand. His mother added her other hand to his other cheek forcing his head to still. "Shh, it's okay baby."

Then the memories hit him like a punch to the face and his head physically snapped back with the force of it. Then it all came rushing back each memory accopamied by a painful flash of light that burned his retinas.

Flash

Getting drugged up in an alleyway.

Flash

The cattle prod in the graveyard.

Flash

Everything in the masuleum.

Suddenly he was back in the field his head pressed into his mother's shoulder, her hand making soothing circles into his back. "Mom?"

"It's okay Dean, that's why I'm here, I'll help make it all better." And oh, how he wanted to believe she would do just that. He wanted her to make everything better, like a mom was supposed to. He needed her to kiss his boo boos, bake him cookies, tell him there were no monsters under his bed. But she wasn't there to do that she couldn't do that even if he wanted to believe she could.

"What's wrong with Sammy mom?" He asked a little brokenly, all these emotions were really getting the better of him.

"Something got to him, Dean that's not our Sammy doing that."

"But he isn't possesed I checked, so what is it." Dean asked confused, he already knew that his Sammy would never do that to him but he needed to know what was.

"It's Sammy but he is on something. Some bad, bad thing gave him a drug and it's. . . controlling him" She sounded disgusted at whatever did that to her baby boy.

"Okay, so we can fix it right? Its - its not permenant is it?" Dean was worried now, Mary was just looking at him with with sad eyes and pursed lips, like she was thinking about something.

"You don't need to fix it." She was sad, and Dean wanted to know why had he done something wrong, was there something wrong with Sammy? It was good that he didn't need to fix it right? Didn't that mean that it was already fixed?

"Isn't - but isn't that a good thing?" She didn't answer for a few minutes, he tried to wait patiently for her to gather her thoughts, but he was never really good at waiting. "Mom?"

She was looking away from him, staring off into the distance like there was something there. "You need to go back now Dean." She said suddenly her head snapping back, her eyes meeting his. "Dean you need to wake up now."

"Mom? Mom whats wrong?" He just didn't want to leave, his mom was back, he couldn't just leave that now, he wanted to stay in this place with her forever.

"You can't stay here Dean, you have to go back. You have to wake up son."

"But how am I even supposed to help, I'm tied up and I don't - " He stopped not wanting admit how bad off it was to his mother.

"It's okay baby all you have to do is wake up. Just wake up."

His head started to hurt and everythingstarted to blur, he shook his head trying to get a clear view of his mother one last time.

"Mom. . . " She smiled softly at him and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, his chin, his left cheek, right cheek, then his nose.

"Just wake up and it will all be better. Wake up."

His head was killing him, he stood up grabbing it with both hands trying to aleviate the pain. It didn't work and he fell hard to his knees, Dean saw Mary in front of him and he reached out to her trying to find comfort. She just smiled down on him, then everything went black. The words 'just wake up' floating through his conciousness.

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In case you didn't get it Mary was making a cross on Dean's face, thought that would be cute :) Okay again reviews appreciated!!!!