Second Chance

Chapter 13

Just a Dream

Disclaimer: As season 5 comes to a close and Eric Kripke breaks the fan girls' hearts with his continuation of trying to separate our Sam and Dean, I would like to point out I do not own the Supernatural fandom. I'm just playing around with Kripke's characters and plotline.

Thanks so much everybody whose left me reviews! It's really helped me with motivation to keep updating this story! After this chapter I'll only have three more to go!

Here's chapter 13.

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Sam's POV

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"Sam…Sam…Sammy!"

My eyes flew open and I went to sit up, but two pairs of hands stopped me. "Not so fast, Sam," Alayna's soft voice said.

I looked around, seeing Dean on my other side. "Of all times to get sick, you pick this weekend?" he said jokingly.

I looked at him oddly, then noticed something different about Dean. He was…happy. Not that he wasn't before, but de didn't seem to have the weight of the world on his shoulders. He looked at me, shaking his head, and smiling like an idiot.

A cool hand pressed against my forehead, and I looked up at Alayna. "Your temperature went down," she muttered. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I said. "Really…I don't feel sick."

"Okay, I'll take your word for it," she said and moved away, letting me stand up. "I need to get Brian, so I'll let you two-"

"I'll get him," I said quickly. "Really, I don't mind," I added at her surprised expression. "Besides…it feels like its been a long time…since I seen him."

"Just bring him down. I think Lisa wants to see him," Alayna said, leaving me and Dean to head to the nursery.

"So…how far is Lisa?" I asked Dean as we walked to Brian's room, which luckily was beside ours.

"Seven months, going on eight," Dean said, sounding proud and anxious. "I swear, Sammy, I think you were in a way lucky you weren't around when Alayna was this far along."

"What do you mean?" I asked confusedly, stopping

"Don't get me wrong; I love Lisa, but she scary pregnant."

"Oh," I said, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice; for a minute, there was more of my memories still missing. I shook my head and opened the door to Brian's room and walked over to his crib, where he stood holding the bars chanting, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." My heart soared hearing those words, knowing they were to me. I smiled brightly as he looked up at me with hazel eyes…my eyes. I shakily lifted my arms down and picked him up, where he immediately hugged his arms around me. He smiled a big, toothy grin at me and I could help but feel proud. Hopefully he wouldn't go through what Dean and I experienced.

"Hard to believe your kid's going to be two in a few months," Dean said. "Insane."

"Yeah," I said. "And if I have anything to say about it, he'll know nothing of our old lives."

"What…hunting?" Dean said uncomfortably.

"Yeah," I said. "None of it."

"I agree," Dean said. "No…hunting."

I looked at Dean with an odd expression on my face. "You act like you're afraid to say it," I said.

"No, I'm not," Dean said defensively. "I just don't like being reminded of that part of our lives. I thought we promised after we settled down that we would never go back. Now is seems as if every time me, Lisa, and Ben drive down here it's all you can talk about."

"I didn't mean-" I started, but Dean cut me off.

"You act like you want to get back into it. After all the things we went through…after wanting to be normal all those years, you want to go back?" Dean said in disbelief.

"What's going on?" Alayna's voice came from the top of the stairs, looking from me to Dean.

"Nothing," I said, gently handing Brian to her. "Just a little arguing."

"If you want to call it that," Dean said irritably, and walked past Alayna down the stairs.

"What was that all about?" Alayna asked, look at me narrowly. "You brought it up again, didn't you?"

"Brought up what?" I asked innocently.

"Don't play dumb, Sam!" she hissed lowly." If you're not going to keep your promise about…hunting...then why make that promise in the first place?"

Before I could respond, she turned and walked down the stairs. I sighed angrily and walked to the bathroom that was connected to our bedroom. I walked over to my sink and splashed water on my face. I placed my hands on either side of the sink, looking down in the marble basin. Sighing, I looked up at and jumped back.

In the mirror behind stood a little boy, pale face, dark circles underneath his eyes. His clothes were similar to scrubs and covered in dirt and blood.

I turned my head quickly, but the kid was gone. Eyes wide and shoulder shaking, I ran a hand down my face and took a few deep breaths. Trying to tell myself I was letting my mind run free, I walked into our bedroom and stood in front of the fireplace in the corner, looking up at the pictures on the mantle. These were family portraits; one of me, Alayna, and Brian; the other of Dean, Lisa, and Ben; then one of all of us together. Who in the hell had I become? And since when did Dean believe in the Brady Bunch, happily ever after crap we'd been brought up against? Something was wrong.

"Help…please…help."

I spun around, seeing the boy again. He couldn't be older than 9, 10 at the oldest. Without thinking, I grabbed the iron poker beside the fireplace and swung it, but the boy was gone and the iron collided with the full length mirror that hung on the wall, shattering it in millions of pieces.

Breathing heavily, I fell to the floor, staring at the spot the little boy had been. I heard rushing feet on the stairs and I knew who they belonged to before the door opened.

"Sam, what in the hell is going on?" Dean asked in concerned, kneeling in front of my and placing his hands on my shoulders. "Talk to me, Sam."

"I keep seeing someone," I finally said. "A little boy."

"A little boy?" Dean repeated faintly.

"Yeah…I think…he's trying to warn me." I said, my mind spinning, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Sam, what's wrong?" Alayna's voice mixed in with Dean's as she came into the room. She gasped as she saw the broken glass and knelt down beside me as well. "Are you okay?"

"No," I admitted. "I don't think I am."

"What's wrong?" she repeated. "Are you hurt?"

"No," I repeated, getting up. "But I think I know one thing that's wrong."

"What?" Dean and Alayna said at the same time, standing up.

"This isn't real."

"What's not real, the boy you're seeing?" Dean asked.

"No…he's real," I said, more confident in what was running through my mind.

"Sam, that's crazy," Alayna said. "We're real…see?" She grabbed my hand and linked her fingers with mine, but I pulled away.

"Sam, obviously you're not feeling well," Dean said. "Maybe we should take you to the hospital."

"So they can put me in a mental ward?" I said. I laughed and shook my head, and spotted a large shard of glass on the ground. I stooped down and picked it up.

"Sam, you're not thinking straight," Dean said, stepping closer to me. I gripped the shard tighter, the glass cutting into my skin and wasn't surprised I couldn't feel it. "Put the glass down."

"Please, think about this," Alayna said, her eyes wide and full of tears. "Don't do this, Sam."

I looked from Dean, whose hand was outstretched towards the glass, to Alayna who was silently pleading to me. I sighed and felt a single tear roll down my cheek.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, and plunged the glass into my chest, knowing no more of that world.

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Dean's POV-Five Minutes Earlier

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Not able to wait for Bobby arrive, I managed to find another car (much to my dismay). I had activated the GPS in Sam's phone, which led to an old warehouse-coincidentally the one Sam found Alayna in.

When I arrived at the warehouse, the sun was high in the sky, signaling it was close to noon. I saw the Impala and got out of the car I was in, going to my baby and opening the trunk. I was grabbing everything I could think of when my phone went off, swearing under my breath and not looking to see who was calling, I flipped open my phone and stuck it to my ear. "What?" I said irritably.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Bobby's voice greeted me through the earpiece.

"Sorry, Bobby," I said. "But I think I know where Sam is…and I have to save him."

"Without knowing what you're up against?" Bobby asked.

"Well…um…" I looked down at the bag of almost every weapon in the arsenal. "Yeah."

"You need a silver knife dipped in blood." Bobby said.

"You mean to tell me I'm facing a freaking djinn?" I said, looking for my knives. I found one, and rummaged around for the vial of lambs blood we'd used a few days ago on another case.

"Unfortunately. A friend of mine called earlier, said his neighbor's boy went missing. He did some digging around, found out it was a djinn.

"Alright, thanks Bobby. I'll call when I get Sam."

"Just be careful and get your moronic brother back," Bobby said before ending the call. I put my phone on silent and grabbed a flashlight, and gripped tightly to the knife, entered the warehouse. I began searching for any sign of life or movement, or any notion that someone had recently been there. I finally stumbled upon Sam's duffle, also full of weaponry and his cell phone. I flashed the light above the book back looking out in the isle, seeing drag marks. I followed the path, keeping a tight grip on the knife as I rounded a corner. I heard a noise behind me, feeling a presence join mine. I stopped and firmly keeping hold of the knife, swung around, the knife coming in contact with a hard object. I finished turning around, and saw the silver knife sticking out of the djinn, his tattooed face wide-eyes with surprise. Silently, he fell to the floor dead.

"That was lucky," I muttered, surprised at my own actions. I heard a groan escape someone and I rounded another corner sighing in relief at the sight of my brother.

"Hold on, Sammy," I said, rushing to him and pulling the IV from his neck. I cut him down and he staggered slightly as his feet hit the ground. I put my arms on his shoulders. "Are you okay?

"Yeah," he said. "I'm fine." he avoided my gaze and looked around him. I looked as well, seeing a small boy hanging a few feet from where Sam had been. I rushed to him, and I moved to IV gently from him. He was unconscious, but had a weak pulse. Sam untied him as I grabbed him so he wouldn't fall straight to the floor.

"He needs the hospital," I said, positioning the small body frame easier in my arms. "Let's get out of here."

"But what about the creature, the djinn?" Sam said.

"Killed the bastard. Lucky hit too…snuck up behind me," I said walking towards the way I had come. "Let's go."

Sam just nodded and quietly followed, making sure to kick the djinn's corpse as he passed it. He grabbed his phone and bag as we passed as we finally got out of the warehouse. I placed the kid in the backseat and Sam slowly got in the passenger seat, holding his head in his hands. I got in and started the car. "What's wrong, Sam?" I finally asked as we got on the road to the hospital. "You've been way too quiet."

"I remember, Dean," he said, still holding his head. "I remember everything now."

"Like, everything, everything?" I said shocked. "How?"

"Her name made me remember," he muttered. "Alayna."

I closed my eyes momentarily, then opened them remembering I was behind the wheel. I stayed silent until we arrived at the hospital. "We'll discuss this later." I said quietly before getting out and gently grabbing the kid, rushing into the Emergency Room.

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Sam's POV

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I sat out in the Impala for the two hours Dean was in the emergency room. During that time Bobby called me, saying he wasn't answering the phone. I explained what happened and Bobby told me about his friend's neighbor's son mission and how it was possible that the boy we found was him.

When I told Bobby I remembered what happened in the past year, he said that he would want to hear it when he arrived in town and hung up. Not soon after that Dean finally came out of the hospital.

"How's the kid?" I asked as he got in.

"He's going to live," Dean said. "They're going to keep him and get his blood level back up, then release him to his parents."

"That's good," I mumbled, my head beginning to dully throb. "Bobby called, couldn't get you on your phone."

"Tell him what's going on?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I think he's a few hours out." I responded.

"Good," Dean said, before leaning over and smacking me in the head.

"What the hell, Dean?" I asked angrily, grabbing the side of my head.

"Are you crazy?!" he said irritably. "What were you thinking going off by yourself, in my car nonetheless? Do you realize you could have died?"

"I was trying to get my memory back, thank you!" I retorted, my head beginning to throb worse. "Which I managed to do!"

"And look how you did it!" Dean said angrily. "You get kidnapped by a damn djinn!"

"I'm paying the consequences, okay?" I said, holding my head again. With Dean and me arguing it was beginning to bring out the memories of all the fights I had with Dean and Alayna, making my headache worse.

"How?" he said as we pulled into the parking lot of our motel.

"I have a massive headache," I muttered. "It feels like my head's going to explode."

Dean dropped his annoyed tone and pulled into a parking spot close to the room. "Well talk about this when Bobby gets here," he said. "Right now let's get your…migraine… under control."

I nodded slowly and followed him to our room. We entered and I collapsed on the bed, putting a pillow on my head to shield any sounds and closed my eyes. I heard Dean shuffling around the room, then heard the sink being run for a second. The bed sagged beside me and I took the pillow off my face and opened my eyes. Dean held out a glass of water and four aspirin out to me. I took the pills and downed the water after them and handed the cup back to Dean, who stood up and walked off. I closed my eyes again, my brain feeling heavier than usual as I lay in bed.

Finally after a few minutes the aspirin took effect and I dozed off to sleep.

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Yay, Sam remembers! I'll post chapter 14 tomorrow, which I'm really excited about!! I can't give out any details but to say that Alayna comes back!!

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