A/N: Thanks for all the reviews guys! You're all awesome! I hope you enjoy this latest chapter! The next one will be the season 2 Finale! Woo! It is going to be so epic, you'll be amazed! =D

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Chapter Fifty Two

My eyes fluttered open, and I inwardly groaned. I refused to open my eyes for another moment. My whole body ached for some strange reason. It felt like I had been through the ringer. I thought about what I had been doing last night. That was when I remembered the Djinn.

I abruptly sat up and realized that I had no idea where I was. The room was decorated in a girly fashion, with purple walls and other random crap. It was messy, clothes strewn everywhere. I threw the covers off and got out of bed. I looked down at myself. My clothes were…tiny. I was only wearing the shortest shorts I had ever seen and a top that barely covered my stomach. I frowned when I noticed that the scar from when I was stabbed was not present.

I heard footsteps and panicked. I went out into the hall, wishing I had some sort of weapon on me. I got to the stairs, and suddenly I knew exactly where I was. I was in our old house in Lawrence, Kansas. I stared at the entry hall for a moment, memories flooding back. Another sound came from the kitchen area.

I moved slowly over there, scared of what I was about to see. I cautiously stepped into the kitchen, to see my mother standing there frying bacon. She turned around, and smiled. "Finally," she chuckled. "I thought you were never going to get your butt out of bed."

I couldn't even say anything. My mind drew a blank in the words department. I grabbed onto the chair in front of me for support. "Am I dreaming?" I asked.

She gave me an amused smile. "I don't think so sweetie," She laughed. "Why don't you go run up and get ready? I hung up your uniform in your closet."

"Uniform?" I asked.

She frowned. "Yeah, it's game day, remember?" I just slowly nodded, wondering what was going on. She put her hand on my cheek. "Are you okay, sweetheart? You look pale."

"Fine," I smiled, happily. "I'm just…I'll go get dressed." I turned around, going back to the steps to go see what I was supposed to be wearing. I stopped before I left the kitchen, looking at my mom one more time. "I love you, mom," I sighed.

She gave me a confused look. "I love you too, Alexis."

I grinned and went upstairs. I stopped for a moment at the top of the steps. If I still lived here, where were Dean and Sam? I took my chance and opened the first door on the left in the hall just for the heck of it. There wasn't much in it except for a bed and a few other pieces of furniture. It looked like someone had vacated it. I opened the closet, to see a safe. I had no idea the combination, but just sighed.

I went into the next room that was right across from mine. It was definitely my parent's room. The one side of the bed was messy and unmade, while the other looked untouched. I frowned, but brushed it off.

I went back into my room and closed the door behind me. It was messy, like I had seen before, and sort of…girly. I looked around, picking up a pair of jeans. They were skinny jeans, and low riders. I threw them back down. I opened the closet, and saw the uniform my mom had been talking about.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

Nearly ten minutes later, I stared at myself in the mirror in annoyance. My hair was up, since I figured that was what I was supposed to do with this outfit. I pulled the skirt down. Why the heck was it so high up? I fidgeted some more, before giving up. "I cannot believe I am a cheerleader," I stated, turning and looking at my butt.

It didn't look half bad.

I sighed and headed back downstairs. "No makeup?" my mom questioned, looking at me curiously. I shrugged. I hadn't even realized I needed to put it on. "You look nice," she commented. She put a plate in front of me, which I picked at. She sat next to me sipping coffee. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. "You alright?" she asked, after a moment.

"Yeah," I said, quickly looking away. "I'm okay." I ate a bite of food to make my point. "What's in the safe?" I asked

"Uh, some papers and that gun that your father insisted we have," she said, narrowing her eyes at me. "You knew that."

"Right," I laughed. "Just drawing a blank." I took another bite. "Where are Sam and Dean?"

She gave me a confused look. "Sam's not flying in until later, you know that," she said, shaking her head.

"Right," I said, with a nod. "Flying in from…"

"California," My mom answered.

"And uh, dad?" I asked. "Is he—"

"Lexie," my mom said sadly, and I knew my fear was confirmed. "I thought you said you didn't want to talk about daddy. You haven't said a word about him since the funeral." She put her hand on my forehead. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, mom," I said, grabbing her hand. I choked back the tears that had been forming about my dad. At least I had her now. "I'm great. Perfect even." She sighed, but gave me a small smile. There was a knock on the door, and then it opened.

"Hey Lex, you ready?" a voice asked, walking inside. Logan sauntered into the kitchen. "Hey, Mrs. W. What's up?"

"Good morning, Logan," my mom smiled.

Logan smirked at me. "You're actually ready, Lex. I'm shocked."

"Yeah," I laughed slightly. On the inside, I was screaming. How in the world was Logan here? If I never hunted, which so far I was guessing I hadn't, I shouldn't know him. I decided not to worry about it right now, and be far more concerned with the fact that I was apparently going out with him. "So, uh, school?" I asked, standing up.

"Yeah, see you later Mrs. W!" Logan called, grabbing my hand. I let him hold it and we left. He smiled at me as we got out of the house. He leaned down, kissing me. "What?" he asked when I pushed him away.

"I just...uh, nothing," I said. I would deal with this more when I figured out what was going on. "You wouldn't happen to, um, know anything about hunting?"

He gave me a weird look, and shrugged. "Like deer hunting?" he asked. "Not really."

"Oh," I said, "So…you don't know anything about guns."

"Why?" Logan laughed. "You need to shoot somebody?"

I smirked. "Not yet," I mumbled. "C'mon," I said louder, getting in the car. "We're going to be late."

He drove in silence, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. I watched him curiously. "How long have we been going out now?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"A year or so," Logan replied, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. "Was that a test?"

I thought that was a really good excuse for me asking so I laughed and nodded. "You passed," I stated. He pulled up to Lawrence High School, and I got out of the car. He went to grab my hand again, but I coyly made myself busy in my purse. I used to like Logan, but now…I just couldn't.

I went inside, and a girl in a uniform very similar to mine came running up to me. "Hey Lexie, you get your mom to let you skip dinner and come to the game?" she demanded.

"Uh…" I stuttered. "..No?"

"Ugh," she groaned. "I can't believe she won't let you skip her stupid birthday dinner! It's not like you're never going to see her again or something."

I couldn't help but glare at her. "I'm lucky to have my mom, okay?" I demanded. "I want to go to the dinner."

The girl looked taken aback. "Um, alright," she said. "You're still coming to practice though, right?"

"Yeah," I said, with a nod. "I'll uh, be there I guess."

"Whatever," she said, and walked off, casting me confused glances.

I was pulled into my first class with Logan, who sat next to me. I squirmed slightly, having no clue what class this even was. I had just sort of followed Logan in and sat down. There was nothing more terrifying than high school after all. The teacher started to write out math problems on the board. Apparently it was math class. Fantastic.

I copied it all down silently, trying to figure out what I was supposed to be doing with all these numbers. I then sighed when I knew that I had learned this already. I did all the problems and then went back into my little daze. Alright, so I knew that the Djinn had something to do with this, right? But if it was the Djinn, weren't they evil? How was granting my wish evil?

"Miss Winchester," a voice said, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see half the class staring at me amused, and the teacher glaring at me. "Would you like to tell us what you got for number thirteen?"

I looked down at my paper. "Uh, seventeen," I stated, reading it off my paper.

The teacher narrowed his eyes, but nodded. "Correct," he said. He turned back to what he had been doing.

I sighed in relief, Logan giving me a huge grin. "Nice guess," he remarked.

"Wasn't a guess," I whispered, pointing to my paper. I went back to thinking, coming up with nothing. As we exited class, I had an idea. "Hey, uh, Logan," I said, stopping him. "We have mythology class here, right? Or something like it?"

Logan shrugged. "Yeah I think so, why?"

"Who teaches it?" I demanded. He shrugged again, and I decided to go to the office. "See you later!" I called, as he asked where I was running off to.

I entered the office and found out who taught the small mythology class in the school. The teacher's name was Mr. Vaughn. As I neared the classroom, I sighed. I stopped outside the door. Did I really need to know? Couldn't I just…live this way?

I knocked on the door. "Come on in," a voice called back. I walked in, opening my mouth to say something, but he stopped me. "Winchester right?" he asked, "Head Cheerleader?"

I looked down in shock at my uniform again. "Uh, right," I said, nodding slightly. "Um, I was wondering, do you know what a Djinn is?"

Mr. Vaughn gave me a confused look. "The genie thing from Muslim folklore?" He asked. I nodded vigorously. I think I remembered Sam saying something about that. "What about them?"

"Tell me everything you know about them," I said, walking over to his desk. "Please."

"Well the Muslims believe that their real," he started, opening a book. He pointed to a picture of what Djinn supposedly looked like. "And that they could grant wishes of sorts. They supposedly had Godlike powers."

"Right," I nodded. "But the wishes, could they actually do it?"

Mr. Vaughn narrowed his eyes. "You know this isn't real, right?" he asked, standing up straight. "There are no such things as Djinn."

I smiled, slightly. "I know," I laughed, "I just mean hypothetically, could they you know, grant you a wish that someone never died, or something never happened?"

Mr. Vaughn shrugged. "I suppose hypothetically they could, yes."

"But why?" I asked, thinking more aloud than actually asking him. "Why would they grant wishes? What do they get out of it?"

"I don't think they get anything. Maybe they get something after the wish is granted, but it's all just speculation on philosopher's parts," he replied. He gave me a weird look. "What's with the sudden interest with mythology?"

"Oh, uh," I laughed. "I read it in a book, and just was curious." I walked to the door, figuring this was my time to go. "Thanks a lot!" I called, running out.

I ran out of the classroom, heading to the cafeteria. That was when I remembered something. What about Dean? Did he know what was going on? I pulled out my purse, hoping that I had a cell phone in here somewhere. I dug around for a minute until I found a phone. I went through the contacts until I found Dean's number.

"Hello?" Dean asked.

"Dean," I breathed. "Thank god, where are you?"

"Um, at my apartment," he replied, sounding confused. "Why? Are you okay?"

"No," I said, a little lost. "Dean, something's wrong."

"I know," he said, and my heart swelled. Yes! I wasn't crazy! "Something must be really wrong if you're willingly calling me up."

"What?" I asked, my heart now sinking into my stomach.

"Alexis, you only call me if you need a ride or you're in trouble. So which is it?" he asked.

I sighed in defeat. "You don't know anything either, do you?" I asked. "Just like Logan…"

"Um, no, I have no idea what the hell you are talking about," Dean said sounding annoyed. "And I need to get to work, so if you don't need anything…"

"Right, work," I snorted.

"That's funny?" he questioned.

"Oh, you have no idea," I sighed. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw someone staring at me. I looked over to see a girl in a dirty dress glaring at me. She was pale and looked almost dead. I hung up on Dean without even bothering to say goodbye, walking towards her. Out of nowhere, she disappeared into nothing. She was gone. I sighed and then sat down next to Logan at the table. He gave me a funny look, but I ignored him. I looked around, waiting to see if the girl appeared again.

"So you really have to go to dinner tonight?" the same girl from earlier asked. "Like you can't get out of it at all?"

"Megan, give it a rest," Logan sighed. "She can't."

Megan huffed. "I wasn't trying to be bitchy," she said with a small smile. "But this is playoffs!"

"I have to go to dinner," I said, with a sigh. "I'm sorry." I barely got through the rest of the day, and then realized that I still had to go to practice. I went to the gym, and Megan came running up to me. "What?" I asked.

"Uh, you have to lead the cheer," she scoffed, giving me a short laugh. "God, what is up with you today?"

"Nothing," I said, with a sigh. "Since I'm not going to be here tonight why don't you lead?" I suggested. It wasn't like I had any clue what I was supposed to do anyway.

"Really?" she asked, clearly shocked. "Alright, I guess." She ran back over to the girl's and smiled. "Okay, guys um, since Lex isn't going to be here tonight, I'm leading, so get ready." She gave me a look and I smiled encouragingly.

I went to the back, and pretended I knew what I was going the entire time, just doing the same moves as the people in front of me. I was messing up a lot. "Want to run stunts?" Megan asked me. I shook my head, having no clue what she meant by that.

"I uh, gotta go," I said, backing off. "I gotta get ready for dinner. Can you handle the rest of the practice?"

Megan huffed. "I guess."

"Great," I said, and ran out only to run into none other than Dylan. "Oh," I said, with a frown. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, looking for you?" he smirked, leaning in for a kiss. I pushed him away. "What?" he chuckled.

"I'm dating Logan," I accused, backing away.

"Uh-huh," he said, "And I'm the dirty, dirty man you're cheating on him with. Now c'mon don't you have that dinner tonight? We only got a set amount of time."

"I'm a whore," I mumbled.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said quickly. "Look, I gotta get home, okay? I'll talk to you later." I quick ran off, more confused than I think I ever have been in my entire life.

"Alright," He called, sounding confused. It seemed that I was confusing a lot of people lately. I ignored him and walked all the way home. It wasn't too far of a walk anyway. I ran into the house to see Sam and Jess in the kitchen.

"Sam!" I called, and ran in. I pulled him into a hug. Thank god, finally someone I actually was close with for once.

He gave me a weird look. "Uh, hey Lex," he said, frowning. "You okay?"

"I'm great," I said, with a smile. "I just, you know, missed you."

"Right," he said. "So um, how are things?" He squirmed uneasily like making small talk with me was the worst thing in the world.

"What?" I laughed lightly.

"Well we haven't talked since our birthdays," he smirked.

I narrowed my eyes, a little taken aback. "Why not?" I asked, shaking my head. "You're my brother, right? We should talk…"

"Then how come every time I call you…" he trailed off, putting a hand off. "You know what, whatever. I don't want to argue with you right now." He looked to Jess, giving her an apologetic smile.

"Okay," I said, a little lost. Why was Sam acting like this? I couldn't remember him ever being so… short with me. We usually got along well. What had this other me of this world done?

The front door opened and Dean walked in with some girl. She had dark hair and a pretty face. He held her hand happily. "What's going on?" Dean asked, with a smile. "How are you, Sammy?"

"Hey Dean," he grinned. "Carmen."

"Hi Sam," the dark haired girl grinned.

"Carmen?" I questioned, and then realized I should know her. "I mean, hey Carmen. Dean. What's up?"

Dean gave me a weird look. "We're fine," he said. He looked to Sam, who shrugged. "Are you okay? What was with that call earlier?"

"Nothing," I said, walking to the stairs. "I'm going to go get ready!" I called, and ran upstairs. I closed the door behind me, breathing heavily. Walking to my bed, I sat down and felt something under my butt. I reached under me and pulled out a small notebook.

Curious, I opened it only to realize that it was my diary. I leaned back in the bed onto the head board and began reading. After about 30 minutes of going through it, I knew more about this other self of mine than ever. I had started dating Logan more than a year ago, mostly for the sake of dating someone on the football team. I broke up with him, and during that time met Dylan. I got back together with Logan, and stayed with Dylan.

I never talked to Sam after he left for college because I thought he was and I quote: An ass who thought he knew everything anyway. He and I hadn't gotten along since he left. Dean married that Carmen girl a little less than six months ago, and I didn't like her very much. I wasn't close with Dean either, which I blamed on the fact that he was so much older than me and we had nothing in common.

I sighed in annoyance. I couldn't believe what a little brat I was. I huffed, and put the diary back. I would fix it, I had to. This was my dream after all. I would start now, and soon we would be close like we were supposed to be.

The door opened, and my mom looked in. "You alright, sweetie, Sam and Dean said you were acting weird." She walked in and closed the door behind her.

"I'm okay," I smiled, as she sat next to me. "I guess I've just been having an off day."

"Alright, well I'm here if you want to talk about it," she smiled slightly. "I put the dress you asked me to wash in the closet this afternoon. You feel up to dinner?"

"Yeah," I said, pushing the hair out of my face. "I wouldn't miss it, mom." She smiled, and got up to go. "Thanks mom," I said as she left. She smiled again, and left.

I changed into the slinky black dress. Even though I wasn't the nicest person apparently, I had good taste in clothes. I went to the window with a sigh, and saw the girl standing out there by the woods. I gasped and stared at her. I ran downstairs to the kitchen to see if I could still see her, nearly knocking Dean over in the process.

"Whoa, where's the fire?" Dean asked, stopping me from going outside.

I looked at him a little annoyed. "I just…" I glanced outside again. She wasn't anywhere in sight. "She's gone."

"Who's gone?" he asked, turning and looking to where I had been.

"No one," I said, shaking my head. I looked to everyone else who was dressed and ready. "Are we going now?"

SPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPN

I sat at the table, fidgeting a little as they placed the food in front of me. It looked like something you only saw in movies that people ate at those extremely fancy parties. I took a small bite and grimaced. I decided to politely not eat any of this food.

Sam happily raised his glass for a toast. "To mom," he smiled. We all held our glasses up as well, saying the same in agreement. "Happy Birthday," Sam said. We clinked glasses and my mom grinned.

"Thanks," she laughed slightly.

"Alright. Jess and I actually have another surprise for mom's birthday," Sam said. He looked to Jess. "Ah... You wanna tell 'em?"

"They're your family," Jess laughed.

"What? Tell me what?" my mom asked excitedly. Sam held out Jess' hand, showing her the ring on her finger. "Oh my God! That's so wonderful."

"Sammy's growing up!" Dean teased, shaking Sam's hand.

I watched for a moment before standing up as well. "Congrats Sammy," I said, giving him a small hug. "I'm happy for you two."

"Thanks," he said, patting me on the shoulder. I smiled slightly sad. I wanted things to go back to normal, just for that split second. The only problem was that I didn't want to take away everything everyone else had. I sat back down and picked at my food.

"You okay?" Carmen asked, nudging me on the arm. She looked genuinely concerned, which was sort of weird coming from someone I hardly knew.

"Yeah," I grinned. "Just tired." She nodded, and went back to talking to Dean. I went back to staring moodily into the food.

We got back to the house, and I was immediately confronted by both Sam and Dean. "Ladies," Sam smiled. "Will you excuse us for a minute?" Carmen and Jess exchanged glances, and left the room. I looked at him, a little lost.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"What is wrong with you?" Dean demanded, "You after something?"

"Uh, no," I frowned. "Why?"

Sam and Dean exchanged another look. "Because you're being…decent," Sam said. "That just doesn't happen."

"I just…wanted to be nice," I shrugged, sitting on the couch. "Is that wrong?"

"No," Dean stated. "Just…odd."

I shrugged again, looking around the room. I hadn't noticed all the pictures around. There were some of the family all together, ones of just us alone, and some of all three of us. I picked up one of Dean, Sam and I all making faces at the camera when we were younger. "I want us to be happy," I said. I turned around. "I'm going to bed," I said, walking out. "Goodnight, guys." I shot them a smile and left.

I left them both staring after me, confused.

I went into my room and flicked on my laptop. My front page was Yahoo. I read the headline, "Girl who drowned at Pierpont Hotel memorial service, today."

I frowned, clicking on it. "What the—"I said, reading it. It was the girl, Tyler that I had saved. I began clicking around some more, researching our other past cases. They were all dead. The boy from the lake had drowned. The kids who were in the coma because of the shtriga died. The plane had crashed. They all had died.

I looked up to see movement. I jumped as flashes of images passed before my eyes. The girl that kept appearing stared at me. There were other bodies too, but they were dead. I burst awake seconds later, my laptop on my lap. I had fallen asleep.

I groaned, and then sighed. I knew what I had to do now.

I got out of bed, pulling on jeans and an old sweatshirt. I went into the room with the safe, and busted it open like Dean had shown me how to. I took the gun, putting it in my pants. I ran downstairs, going into the kitchen. I had a feeling that these normal knives weren't pure silver. I paced for a moment. Didn't people usually have nice silverware that was pure silver?

I went into the cabinet and found a box. I smiled to myself and picked out a knife. "What are you doing?" a voice asked, flicking on the lights.

"Nothing," I said, putting the box back. "I just found a good knife mixed in with the others and put it back." Sam narrowed his eyes. I slipped the knife into my sleeve, and he couldn't see it. "Goodnight," I said, walking past him.

He grabbed my arm. "Why are you moving things at two am?"

"Sam, let it go," I stated, pulling away.

"No," he said. "You're going somewhere. So where the hell are you going?"

"Look," I sighed. "It's none of your business, okay? Just drop it, and let me go." I pulled my arm out of his grip and went for the door. "I'm sorry," I said, and left.

I got out the door, and he followed quickly behind. "You're not going alone," he insisted, getting in the passenger seat. "I'm coming."

"Sam, get out," I said, glaring at him. "You don't want to come, trust me."

"Then where are you going?"

I sighed. "I just…have some business to take care of, okay?" He did not seem satisfied, and folded his arms over his chest. "Fine," I stated. "But don't say a word."

I drove down the road for a long time until we came across a butcher shop. I pulled into the parking lot. "You snuck out to go to a deli?" Sam questioned, looking at me like I was crazy.

"Just stay here, I'll be right back," I stated, and got out of the car. I went around back, and busted in the door. I went inside, and went to the back until I got to the meat leftovers. I pulled out all the lamb I could find and then drained it all of blood. I grimaced the entire time, trying not to think about what I was doing.

I put it in the jar and then washed my hands about five times. I made it back to the car. "What the heck were you doing?" Sam asked, picking up the bag I put the blood in. He pulled the jar out. "What is this?"

"Blood," I stated, starting the car again.

"Why?" he demanded, putting it down like it was poison. "Are you nuts?" I said nothing. "I called Dean," he said. I stopped the car.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you're crazy!" he exclaimed. "Lex going off in the middle of the night and bringing back a jar of blood isn't normal!"

"I'm not normal!" I said back, glaring at him. A car pulled into the lot, and I knew it was the Impala without even having to look.

Dean hopped out of the car, glaring at us as he walked over. "What the hell do you two morons think you're doing?" he demanded. "It's freaking three in the morning!" He peered into the car. "Is that blood?"

"Look," I said, putting the blood in the glove compartment. "I'm going whether you two like it or not, so either get in the car, or get away!"

Dean and Sam both mumbled things under their breath at me. Dean made Sam get out of the passenger seat and get in the back. I put the car in drive, and started to move. They both said nothing for a long time, until they realized that I was headed way out of state.

"Where are you taking us?" Dean asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Illinois," I stated. He opened his mouth to complain, but I shot him a look and he stopped. I drove until I was back to where this had all started. I sighed as I pulled up to the decrepit building. "Okay," I sighed. I pulled out the blood and the knife. I dipped it in, Dean watching me with wide eyes. "There's something in there," I stated. "You coming in with me?"

Dean nodded, as did Sam, and I got out of the car. I put the knife in-between my teeth and hopped the giant metal fence without much trouble. I landed with a thud on the other side. Dean and Sam both struggled, but I waited patiently.

"They teach you that in cheerleading camp?" Sam groaned.

I smirked. "C'mon," I said, "And be quiet." I kicked in the door, and looked around wildly. We had been towards the big room in the center of the building when I saw it last time. I went that way.

"I don't think there's anything in here, Lex," Dean said, holding the flashlight up. "It's just an abandoned building."

"Uh-huh," I said, ignoring him. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. "Hide," I said, pulling Sam with me behind a wall.

Dean followed, and the Djinn walked out. He went over to some person he had tied up. It took me a moment, but then I knew who it was. It was the girl I had been seeing everywhere. "You," I whispered.

"Who?" Dean demanded, glaring at me.

"What is that thing doing?" Sam asked, pointing. I watched as the girl woke up slightly, glancing around wildly.

"Where am I?" she asked. "Where's my dad?" she asked.

"Shh," the Djinn said, putting her back to sleep with her blue electric hands. Her head fell forward, and she was out again. The Djinn smiled and drank some blood out of a tube in her neck. I turned away, disgusted.

The Djinn left, walking away. I walked out, going to the girl. I looked up to the light, the single light bulb that was swinging back and forth. "Oh god," I said, pacing. "I'm like her."

"What?" Sam asked, looking to where the Djinn disappeared through. "What are you talking about?"

It was all making sense now. "She's not a ghost, she's real," I said. I looked at Dean. "This isn't real. This is in my head." I felt tears welling in my eyes. "I'm like her. I'm asleep."

"No," Dean said, pulling my arm. "This is real, and we have to go. That thing could come back."

"No," I said, pulling away. "This is a dream." I pulled out the gun that I stashed in my pants and stared at it. "I can't…" I mumbled.

"Lex, what are you doing?" Sam asked.

I cocked the gun, feeling the cool metal in my hand. "If I'm dreaming, then maybe I can wake up." I gripped it tightly, my hands nearly white.

"What?" Dean asked. "No, Lex put the gun down."

"No," I said, backing away. "I want to wake up."

"Alexis," my mom said, stepping out from nowhere. "Don't do this. You can be happy here. We can all be happy here." She smiled lovingly at me.

"You couldn't just leave it alone," Dean sighed, shaking his head. "You had to know the answers, right?"

"I know that if I don't do this I'm going to die," I accused, shaking my head.

"But you can be with us," Sam said, grinning. "We can all be happy and be together. The whole time."

"Sam can marry me, and we can grow old together," Jess said.

"And Dean and I can have kids, be in love," Carmen added.

"And you can find the one too," my mom said. "We can be a family. It'll feel like years in here."

"Why can't we forget about everyone else?" Dean asked. "Why can't we stop sacrificing everything, and just live?"

I looked from Carmen, to Jess, to my mom and finally to Dean and Sam. "I-I-"I stuttered, backing up. I knew what I had to do. "I'm sorry," I said, and lifted the gun.

"LEX!"

I took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

"Lex!" Sam shouted. "Dean!"

I was confused as to why he was screaming Dean's name, but the frantic tone in his voice was making me cringe. "Hey!" he shouted, grabbing my shoulders. I could only groan. "Oh God," he sighed. "Come on. Hey. Wake up. Wake up, damn it!"

I started to see him, focusing on a very real Sam. My arms were tied above my head. "Sammy," I smiled. "Thank god."

Next to me, Dean grunted. He looked at Sam and smiled a lot like I had a second ago in relief. "Ahh… Auntie Em. There's no place like home," he remarked.

"Thank God," Sam said in relief. "Thought I lost you for a second." He pulled the IV tube out of my arm, and untied my arms. I fell to the ground in a heap. My whole body was screaming in protest.

"You almost did," Dean remarked.

Sam bent down to help me, but I pushed him away. "I'm fine," I insisted. "Help Dean down."

"Let's get you down," Sam said, turning back to Dean. He had to cut through his ropes, because they were knotted extra tight. Dean winced, as the roped cut into his hands. His eyes widened. "SAM!" He shouted.

I looked to see the Djinn behind Sam, ready to attack. Sam spun around; the Djinn already too close for comfort. The knife went flying. I groaned in pain as I tried to crawl over to where it went. This stupid Djinn had taken all my strength. I felt like I had been asleep for years. I groped on the ground for it, feeling the cool metal finally.

I jumped up and looked to where Sam was struggling against the Djinn. It had him by the throat, the blue electricity coming closer to his forehead much like it had mine. I leaped to the Djinn, stabbing it in the back without a second's hesitation. Its eyes rolled back and it fell to the ground.

I leaned back on the wall, breathing as heavily as Sam was. I thought I was going to puke for a second. Sam took the knife from me and cut Dean down the rest of the way.

Dean rolled his shoulders. "Stupid as son of a bitch," he remarked, looking at the Djinn. He sighed, and looked to the girl, who I was staring at. Dean walked up to her, feeling for a pulse. "She's still alive," Dean stated. He looked to Sam, who cut her down like he had Dean. "I gotcha," Dean said, catching her as she fell. "I gotcha. We're gonna get you out of here, ok? I gotcha."

She barely made any noise as we carried her to the Impala. "Why don't I take her?" Sam asked. "And you two can rest?"

Dean and I shared a look. "I don't want to rest," I stated, sitting in the back with the unconscious girl. "I want to make sure she's okay."

We took her to the hospital, claiming that we had "found her" passed out. They took her back but wouldn't let us go with her. "We'll call you with updates," the nurse said, taking Sam's cell phone number.

We left after that, figuring there was nothing left to do. We went to the motel room, and Sam went to go and get some food. "Dean," I stated, as soon as the door closed. "What did you see?"

He sighed. "Nothing good."

"What does that mean?" I asked. He said nothing, so I told him about what I saw. "Mom was alive," I stated. "And we didn't…get along. You thought I was just a brat. But you were married, and Sam was engaged, and …it was…surreal." I sighed when he still said nothing. "I wanted to stay."

He looked at me. "I did too," he admitted. "I…had to nearly force myself to get out." He paused. "Mom was… great. Everyone was happy, even you. You were normal. A cheerleader." He smirked at me. I didn't say a word about how it was the same in my dream world. I wasn't going to tell him that unless I wanted to get teased for the next three years. "I just wish that it wasn't completely messed up by the fact that everyone we saved was dead."

"Part of me didn't even care," I said, realizing that Dean had probably felt the same way. "I wanted to be selfish and stay there anyway."

Dean smiled slightly. "Let me guess, all you heard in your head was dad telling you that they were more important than us. That it was worth it to save them."

"Yeah," I laughed. "Exactly." I paused. "Well that and I figured out that I was being eaten by the Djinn."

"Right," Dean sighed.

Sam came back in, holding food. He placed it on the table, about to say something as his cell phone rang. I sighed and looked down to the laptop in my lap. "Ok, uh, thank you so much for the update. Ok, bye." Sam said. He looked at us. "Girl's been stabilized," he said. He sat down at the table. "Good chance she's gonna pull through."

Dean nodded. "That's good."

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "How 'bout you? You two alright?" I looked up and shrugged. I wasn't in the mood to talk anymore. I was more tired than anything else.

Dean cleared his throat. "Yeah, I'm alright," he said, and paused. "Should have seen it, Sam. Our lives. You were such a wussy."

Sam smiled. "So we didn't get along then, huh?"

"No…" Dean sighed.

"We hated each other," I stated from the bed.

"Yeah... I thought it was supposed to, to be this perfect fantasy," Sam said.

Dean shook his head. "It wasn't," he sighed. He put the magazine he was reading down. "Was just a wish. I wished for mom to live. That mom never died, we never went hunting and you and me just never uh... You know."

"Same," I added.

"Yeah..." Sam said softly. "Well, I'm glad we do. And I'm glad you dug yourself out, both of you. Most people wouldn't have the strength, would have just stayed."

"Yeah…lucky us," I stated, rolling my eyes. "We're the stupid ones who don't know how to stick with a good thing."

"You're smart though," Sam sighed.

"I gotta tell you though, man," Dean said getting up. "You know, you had Jess. Mom was gonna have grandkids..."

"Yeah, but... Dean...it wasn't real."Sam said.

"I know," Dean stated. "But I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay so bad. I mean, ever since dad... all I can think about is how much this job's cost us. We've lost so much." He shook his head sadly. "We've...sacrificed so much."

I looked down, not wanting to listen to him say that. I had to believe that I had gotten out for a reason. That I sacrificed that dream for a reason. "But people are alive because of you," Sam said. "It's worth it, Dean. It is. It's not fair, and… you know, it hurts like hell, but…it's worth it."

"Worth it," Dean laughed slightly. "Right."

I sat there quietly for a moment, and then stood up. "I'm going to take a walk," I announced. They said nothing in protest, so I grabbed my jacket and walked out. I walked to the back of the motel, wanting a moment to myself. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath for a moment. All I could think about was what Sam had said; that all of this pain was worth it. It rang through my head like a chant, and I could really only think of one response.

This had to be worth it, because I didn't have anything else.

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