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A/N: Hi everyone. I am so sorry for the slow updates on this story but I had a serious case of writers block. But I have finally succeeded in writing another chapter. And I have made it a little longer that usual so hope you enjoy and please leave a review and let me know what you think and I will try to get another chapter up ASAP.

Nightmares

After leaving Bobby, Sam walked in to the house and walked to his room. He lay down on his bed and sighed. He wished he could go back I time. Back to before everything started. He sat up and looked out through the window and said: "Cas, can you hear me? Please come down here. I… I need to talk to you." When the angel didn't come Sam stood up and was just going to leave the room when the angel suddenly appeared just a couple of inches in front of him. Sam backed as Cas said: "Sorry I'm late. What do you need help with?" Sam swallowed and said: "Um… Err… I was just wondering if… if… uh… if you can send me back in time?"

"I can…" the angel began and Sam smiled. "But I won't." Cas added. Sam's smile disappeared immediately and he said: "Why not?"

"Because I know where you want to go, what you want to do and I can't let you change the whole future."

"Aw, come on. I will be forever grateful."

"No you won't. If you stop your mother from getting killed, you and I will never meet. You and your brother won't talk."

"Yeah, right."

"Do you wish to see the life you would have lived if your mother never died?"

Sam thought about it for a while before saying: "Sure. Show me." Castiel nodded and placed two fingers on Sam's forehead.

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"Where are we?" Sam asked the angel as an unfamiliar room appeared around him.

"You don't recognize it?" Cas asked liked anyone I the world would recognize this place when they saw it.

"No, I don't." This is your room. I believe you're three here." Just in that moment a three year old and a seven year old boy came in to the room. The younger boy that must have been Sam looked like he just had been crying and the older boy that must have been Dean had tears in his eyes. They walked over to Sam's bed and sat down on it. Not until then did Dean hug his younger brother that started to cry again. "It's okay, Sammy. It's okay." Dean said. "Dad's going to be okay. Please don't cry, Sammy. Please don't cry." The old Sam looked at Cas and said: "What's wrong with dad?"

"He got shot by a robber. Don't worry. It's like Dean said, he's going to be okay. Cas touched Sam on the forehead with two fingers again.

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This time they where outside a school. "How old am I?" Sam asked.

"11."

"So what's going to happen now?"

"Wait and see."

They waited a couple of minutes before a black 67 Chevy Impala pulled up beside them and out and stepped a young Sam and Dean. Their dad that had been driving the car just drove away without even saying goodbye. The young Sam took his bag over his shoulder and looked down on the ground and sighed. The young Dean looked at his brother and said: "I know it's hard, Sam but you can't let this bring you down."

"Can't let this…" The young Sam began to murmur before he looked angry at his 15 year old brother and said: "They're going to get divorced, Dean. Mom and dad will get divorced. Don't say it's not bothering you."

"I never said that it didn't. I only said…"

"I know what you said, Dean. Just leave me alone." Sam walked away and Dean didn't follow. The old Sam looked at Cas and said: "That's it? I would take that reality over the reality I have."

"There's more. Just concentrate on your brother." The angel said. Sam looked at the Dean that was younger than himself and Saw that he walked up to a girl standing behind a tree. Sam and Cas followed him and saw him hug the girl and his eyes suddenly started to glisten by unshed tears. After a few second they let go of each other and the brown haired girl said: How are you doing?"

"Good I guess."

"Don't lie to me. I can see that you're not okay."

"You're right. I'm not fine. My parents are getting divorced and I actually think Sammy's taking it better than me."

"Well, he's a tough kid. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I…" He sighed and said: "I don't think so. I just need someone to talk to."

"You know you can always talk to me."

"Yeah I know. It's just… I don't know what to do. I mean, it feels like my whole world is falling apart. Mom is sad all the time and dad is just angry and wont talk. And Sammy…" he sighed. "Well, Sammy's just so quiet these days. It feels like we are drifting apart."

"I'm so sorry to hear that. But have you ever thought that maybe Sam needs you to open up more."

"I can't. I have too be strong for him. He needs his big brother."

"But you can't help him if you feel like you do."

"I know. I just… If it weren't for you and Sammy, I think I would have killed myself long ago."

"Don't say that, Dean. Don't you ever dare say something like that."

"I'm sorry, but it's the truth. I thought it was you who always tell people to tell the truth."

"Yeah, that's me." Sam looked at Cas and said: "Anything more I should know."

"Just one more thing." The angel said and touched Sam on the forehead for a third time.

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This time they where in a dark alley with two men. It was hard to see who they where but as fast as the taller one said: "What the hell are we doing here?" Sam knew it was himself. The shorter person said: "I need money." It was definitely Dean. The real Sam looked at Cas and said: "How old?"

"20 and 24." Cas said with a sigh. Sam just nodded and continued to look at the younger version of him and his brother.

"What do you need the money for?" the younger Sam said.

"That's none of your business." The young Dean snapped at his brother.

"It's my money you're asking for so I think it is my business."

"I… forget it."

"You need them for drugs, don't you?"

"So what if I do?"

"You're not getting any money."

"Sam. Please. I need it."

"No, what you need is to be on rehab."

"No, I need money."

"Go find them somewhere else. Why did you even start doing drugs?"

"Like you don't know. Oh right, you don't. You weren't there. You weren't there when me and mom needed you. So tell me, tell me where you where when my girlfriend left me, when dad died, when mom got cancer? Were where you when I needed you the most?"

"Dean, I… "

"Don't even bother, Sam." Dean turned his back at Sam and walked away.

The real Sam looked at Cas with tears in his eyes and said: "That life doesn't seem perfect but I'm sure it's better than what I have."

Castiel looked at the younger Sam for a moment before looking at the real one and said: "Don't you get it? You have no one in that life. You left your family. You weren't there on your father's funeral, you didn't support your mother when she had cancer, you didn't help your brother through his heartbreak. You don't have a family in this reality, because you turned your back on them."

Sam looked down on the ground and licked his lips before looking at Cas with tears in his eyes and saying: "But in this reality I'm not drinking demon blood and Dean doesn't want angel blood."

"He what?"

"Nothing. Just take me back to the real reality." Cas nodded and put two fingers against Sam's forehead and brought him back to Bobby's house.

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