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Things might get confusing for a while as we travel around in Mac's head...poor guy is working out some stuff in his head and Sam, Dean and Jorie are along for the ride, like it or not.

Thanks to my repeat reviewers...I love when people interact and try and guess what will happen next...gives me ideas...sometimes better than my own LOL

Just remember this is AU and non-canon...I envision Sam and Dean to look like they did season 2 or 3ish.

Do you have a favourite episode of Supernatural? I've only ever seen the series once through and may have missed a few episodes here and there...but I have a lot of favourite characters.

Jorie slipped out Sam's arms and settled her feet firmly on the ground only a second before Dean grabbed her arm and spun her to face him.

"Are you our Jorie or Mac's dream Jorie?"

Sam shook his head in exasperation. "Dude, are you for real?"

Dean shrugged indifferently, "We need to know."

Jorie blinked. She hadn't expected that question. "I, uh, drank some of that dream root tea," she sputtered out trying to explain herself before she couldn't think her response through.

"You what?" shouted Dean, his face turned a shade of red she hadn't seen before.

Sam stepped in front of Jorie. "Calm down, Dean and hear her out," he said, coming to her defence as usual. Sam smiled down at her kindly. He didn't look nearly as upset as Dean did. He looked more bewildered than anything. "You okay, sweetheart? Being in a dream can be confusing."

"I'm okay," Jorie said sniffling and wiping the tears from her cheeks. At this rate, she would be dehydrated. She'd felt like she'd cried more here than in her whole life.

"Damn it, kid. Why would you do that?" Dean grumbled, beginning to pace back and forth in front of the impala, stealing glances at Mac and John in the distance. "Why the hell is dad here? Gawd, that makes everything ten times more complicated. Why is your dad dreaming about mine?" Dean ran his hands through his hair as he paced, apparently talking to himself more than Jorie or Dean.

Jorie shrugged. She didn't know the answer to either question. Something moved in the distance, catching the corner of her eye and she turned to see Rumsfeld wander over to her wagging his tail happily. She giggled despite herself as she patted the old dog affectionately.

"Rumsfeld?" Sam said in awe also patting the dog. He looked at Jorie."Is he real or part of the dream?"

Jorie remembered John saying that Bobby took the dream Rumsfeld on a trip with his friend. "I think real. You dropped your mugs onto the floor and the tea spilled all over the place. I tried to keep him from drinking it but I guess he did anyway." Jorie dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around the old dog's neck and he nuzzled against her.

"Well, dream world or real, Bobby certainly raised a big suck," chuckled Sam continuing to look nervously towards his father and Mackenzie.

Dean snapped his fingers to get Jorie's attention from the dog. "Jorie, you shouldn't have followed us! What were you thinking? We have no idea what we're up against here…" Dean admonished, also stepping closer and patting the old dog on the head.

"It was taking too long!" Jorie couldn't help whining. She didn't know how to explain her decision. Trying to describe how Sam was talking with her father's voice sounded like a made-up thing, despite it being the truth. Somehow she just knew Dean wouldn't buy it. She chewed her bottom lip and looked away when Dean glared in her direction. Great, just what she needed, another person angry at her. Dean was just as likely as her father to lay into her if she wasn't careful. That was the last thing she wanted.

Dean stooped to her level. "You are in big trouble with me, kid. When this is all said and done, you and me need to talk about following orders."

"You didn't say I couldn't come!" she insisted.

"Are you kidding me?" Dean looked up at Sam incredulously. "Is she kidding?"

Sam shrugged but didn't say anything.

"I told you to stay put and wait! What part of that didn't you understand? What is Bobby going to think when he finds you all drugged up on dream root? He's probably gonna think we let you come with us!"

Jorie's eyes filled with tears again. "I'm sorry!" she blurted and threw her arms around Dean's neck, sobbing. "I didn't think it would be like this. Daddy was mad and he wouldn't believe me," she choked out between sobs. "Why won't he believe me? I've never lied to him."

Dean wrapped his arms around her and stood to his feet, hushing her. "Hey, hey, it's going to be okay."

Jorie shook her head. "You don't know that for sure! What if we can't find where he's sleeping? What if the Jargeru has already taken his soul? What if we can't convince him to wake…"

Sam stepped beside Dean and rubbed Jorie's back gently. "Hey, hey, hey, listen, that's not the way it works. As long as your dad is actively dreaming, he's okay…"

"How do you know that?"

Dean set Jorie on the top of the impala and gently took her chin in his hand. "We can convince your dad to take control of his dream. We've done it before. I've done it before. Once he truly believes he's dreaming, he can take control and wake up."

"Dean," Sam started.

Dean waved Sam's words away and continued talking. "You shouldn't have followed us, kiddo. It's dangerous here and things switch around a lot. Now, listen to me, you cannot leave Sammy and my sight. You got that? We have to stick together no matter what. If things flip, as long as we are together, we will flip together. If you wander off or get separated from us, I can't protect you. Got me?"

"Dean," Sam said again.

Dean again waved Sam's words away and continued. "We're in your dad's head right now. He is calling the shots. He doesn't know it but that's how it works. Everything that he has dreamed about or thought about is fair game. There are happy things and sad things…" Dean stopped and sighed a little before tightening his grip on Jorie's chin and tipping it up a little. "And there is going to be scary things that you shouldn't be seeing. We're intruding on private, personal memories and desires, Jorie, things that your dad isn't going to be happy with you seeing."

Sam finally grabbed Dean by the shoulder and pulled him back. "Dean, it's more than that, remember? When we were trapped in your dream, I was separated from you despite us being together in the impala. Jeremy was in control. Remember?"

Dean ran a hand through his hair. "Damn it. The Jargeru could be calling the shots too. It could take the form of anyone or anything. How are we supposed to keep her safe?"

"We have to convince Mac to wake up and send us back. We can always come back but it's the best bet we have to keep Jorie safe."

Jorie's eyes widened. "NO! I won't go back without finding my dad!"

Dean turned stern eyes on her. "Kid, you will go back and you will stay with Bobby or so help me…" His voice trailed off and he turned from her running both hands through his hair before throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. "You explain it, Sammy, because I'm gonna lose it on her if I don't take some time to calm down."

Jorie clenched her fists together and watched Dean stalk to the other side of the impala facing away from her and Sam.

Sam held out his hand. "Let's go chat for a minute."

Jorie took it reluctantly, and Sam led her to the front porch of the house, still within view of the impala and Dean, motioning for her to sit down. He sat down beside her, resting his elbows on his knees and staring in the distance where Mac and John stood in deep discussion, expressions grim.

Jorie stubbornly crossed her arms. "I won't go back until we know where my dad is and if you try and make me, I will force…"

"Hang on, right there," Sam said, turning a stern look on her, taking Jorie aback. "I'm not going to let you mess with Dean's mind again and you already know it won't work on me. I will know if you try."

Jorie narrowed her eyes. What could Sam do if she tried? She would just wait until he wasn't looking. She would force Dean to let her stay here. She knew she could do it. It would have worked on her dad too had he not scared her into stopping. Dean didn't even get mad last time, even when he ended up with a headache. He seemed more fascinated that she could do it, rather than angry.

"You're not the boss of me!" Jorie snapped back, glaring.

Sam frowned at her for a long minute then his expression softened. "I'm not trying to be your boss, Jorie." He sighed. " Look, I know I can't make you understand how serious this is…everything in this world is temporary and subject to change based on your father and we don't even know how much influence the Jargeru has on him. We don't know what will make him flip the scene and anything we have convinced him of up to that point will be gone and we'll have to start all over. We don't even know what will trigger a change…"

"He didn't change anything when I told him Jenna was dead and not my mom."

"What? He thinks Jenna is your mom?"

Jorie nodded.

"What else happened since you got here?" Sam said, looking curiously at her.

Jorie fidgeted and blushed. She didn't want to tell Sam about everything, especially about her dad smacking her. That wasn't important. "I just tried to tell him everything but he wouldn't believe me. Then your dad got all mad thinking you and Dean were playing some kind of prank…"

Sam rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Seeing my dad here was a shock for sure. It was the last thing I would have expected."

"I'm sorry," Jorie said, her irritability melting away. She reached out and grabbed Sam's hand, squeezing it.

Sam smiled at her. "Thanks, kiddo." Sam looked towards his father once again and then back at Jorie. "As long as you are here, you have to listen to me and Dean. It's going to be hard since your dad is here but you have to remember that it's not your real dad but his dream. He's being manipulated by the Jargeru."

"I can put stuff in his head too…"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was trying to make him remember you and Dean when you were kids and remember what happened to Jenna."

"Go on," prompted Sam.

"Well, I placed the memories in his head but he scared me a little so I stopped…and then he got really mad because of the last time I did it."

"What happened last time?"

"We both got sick from it, but not this time. I didn't even get a headache."

Sam considered her words for a moment and then patted her knee gently. "Jorie, playing around in people's minds isn't a good idea for a lot of reasons. Promise me you're not going to do that anymore…not here and not anywhere. You are too little to manage this ability. If you can keep that promise after we find your dad and with his permission, I will teach you how to hone and control your ability. How does that sound?"

Jorie scuffed her shoe on the sidewalk and twisted a piece of long hair around her finger. That was going to be a hard promise to keep. If she could use her ability to wake up her father, shouldn't she do that? She didn't feel tired or sick after she tried it with her dad. Maybe she could control John too or other people that pop up in the dream.

"I dunno…" she said, slowly.

Sam tightened his grip on her knee. "It's not a request, Squirt."

Jorie frowned. She didn't like it when the brothers bossed her around so Sam saying this just made her resentful but she sighed in resignation anyway. "Okay, fine. I won't do it."

Sam patted her knee once more. "Atta girl! I'm going to hold you to that, honey. I don't agree with the way Dean disciplines sometimes; believe me, I've been there, but I won't stop him if you break this promise to me. Dean might think it's a fascinating ability but I do not. Drinking dream root and following us was not a wise thing to do. Dean is going to bust your butt when we get home."

Jorie squirmed.

"Don't worry, though, I'll talk to him. I can usually talk him down."

Jorie forced herself to look unfazed and she shrugged. "Doesn't matter." She talked a big talk but she still remembered the last time Dean disciplined her; he promised the real thing next time and she wasn't too keen on finding out what Dean thought was the real thing. The one he'd already delivered felt real enough to her.

"Does stuff that happens here go into the real world?" asked Jorie, trying to weigh all her options.

"How do you mean?"

"Like if I fall and skin my knee," she improvised, "Will I have a skinned knee in the real world?"

Sam shook his head. "NO, that's not how it works. You won't have any marks or anything but you'd still feel the pain when you woke up. The last time I was in Dean's dream, someone attacked me and beat me up pretty bad, injuring my legs but when I woke up, I could walk and nothing appeared out of the ordinary but the pain was noteworthy." Sam stood to his feet and pulled Jorie to hers. He dusted off the back of his jeans. "C'mon, let's go see if Dean's calmed down. We need to have a solid plan."

XxXx

Dean was sitting on the trunk of the impala staring at Mac and John when Sam and Jorie joined him once again.

"We good?" he asked gruffly, glaring at Jorie.

Sam nodded. "Yeah. She knows the rules now."

"Good. Jorie, you keep your mouth shut and let Sammy and me do the talking from here on in. Stay close and…"

"Sam! Dean!" their father shouted from where he stood beside Mackenzie. The brothers looked up. "Front and centre."

Sam looked at Dean. "Game on, brother." They fist-bumped each other as Dean slid off the car.

Dean grabbed Jorie's hand and they approached John and Mac.

Sam stopped about six feet away from John and slid his hands into his pockets. Dean went right up to the tall, dark-haired man who resembled him so much and stood in front of him. "Yes, sir?"

"Mac has told me quite the tale. You expect me to believe that this is all a dream?" He waved his hand around indicating Bobby's home and the salvage yard.

"No, sir, but I can explain."

John crossed his arms in much the same way Dean tended to do. Jorie bit back a smirk at the sight. Dean was cut from the same cloth as his father. Their looks and mannerisms were on point.

"Uh, Mac," said Sam softly, "Do you, uh, think I could talk with you a minute?"

John held up his hand. "You aren't going anywhere either, Sam. What the hell are you thinking about taking off during exams? You have just as much explaining to do…"

"Sammy had nothing to do with it, dad. This was all my doing."

"I'm listening."

Jorie couldn't help herself this time. She giggled. Dean swatted her lightly on the back of the head. She covered her mouth but she couldn't help giggling some more. John sounded exactly like Dean.

Mac grabbed her arm and spun her around. "What are you laughing about?"

Jorie sobered. It wasn't as funny when her dad spoke to her firmly. Dean handed Jorie off to Sam and began to walk towards the Salvage yard.

"I need to talk to you alone, dad, without Sam. He doesn't know everything."

"Dean!" hissed Sam.

Dean waved his hand and Sam groaned. Jorie's eyes grew big. Dean had said they were not to be separated and here he was breaking his own rules. As Sam and Jorie watched, John followed Dean until he stopped by the fence by the salvage yard. They could still see Dean but not hear anything he was saying.

"Sam, what is going on? Your dad said you and Dean are up to something. What is all this dream walking stuff Jorie is going on about?"

Jorie's mouth popped open. "You believe me?"

Mac nodded. "John just spent the better part of twenty minutes trying to convince me that it's all a well-fabricated ruse. That is not like him. He never second-guesses the supernatural." Mac pulled Jorie closer and spun her to show Sam the scar on the back of her head. "That gash was not there when I left home this morning, yet it looks like it's months old. You stitched my daughter's head?"

Sam nodded. "I Steri-stripped it first but it kept oozing and bleeding. I was afraid it would get infected."

Mac wrapped an arm around Jorie and pulled her in close. "Why didn't you take her to a doctor, for goodness sake?"

"And say what exactly, Mac? We don't have the legal authority to handle health care decisions. They would have taken her from us. We couldn't allow that. You trusted us with her."

"I trusted her to John, not you."

"Yeah, well the real John Winchester is dead, has been for several years now."

"Well, then Bobby…"

Sam ran a hand through his hair. "She called Bobby and we caught a lot of flak from that old man."

"I'm okay, daddy," reassured Jorie. "It didn't hurt that much. Sam was gentle."

Mac stroked her head. "I never wanted Jorie to be a part of this life. That's what Jenn and I decided when we married."

Sam shook his hand. "Look, I know you're confused but Jenna isn't Jorie's mom."

"It's true daddy. My mom's name was Rebekah. I told you that. Remember?" Jorie said looking up at him pleadingly. Please remember, daddy.

"What do you mean was?" Mac asked, scrubbing a hand over his face.

"Jore," Sam said sharply. Jorie snapped her mouth shut when Sam gave her a look. He didn't need to say anything else. She got his message loud and clear. Sam continued, "When did you see Jenna last, Mac?"

Jorie felt like crying when the colour drained from Mac's face. "A few days ago."

"You sure about that?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" said Mac, sounding irritated. "Why the third degree, Sam?"

"I don't have a lot of time to explain, Mac. I don't know how long this reality with remain intact. You need to wake up!" Sam's voice was loud and commanding.

Mac blinked a few times, shaking his head and took a few steps away from Sam.

"Mackenzie! Jorie! Supper's ready," called a voice.

The three of them turned to see a woman approaching them. Rumsfeld went trotting over to sniff her. She stroked his head lovingly and smiled. She reached up and tucked some loose dark hair behind her ears before looking directly at Jorie.

"Hey, sweetie, did you have a good day with your dad?" Jenna caressed Jorie's head affectionately.

Jorie's eyes widened. She'd never seen a picture of Jenna before but she was beautiful and resembled her mother a fair bit, only Rebekah had had blond hair like Jorie's.

"Jenn? When did you get here?" asked Mac, surprised to see her. He greeted her with a warm kiss and a hug.

"Go set the table for mom, baby girl," Mac said, pulling Jenna closer for another kiss. "I've missed you, Jenn."

Jenna giggled. "You've only been gone for the afternoon, Mac."

Jorie looked at Sam with panicked eyes. Sam gave her a reassuring look that reminded her that whatever she did she was not to leave his sight under any circumstances. She nodded. Whatever happened, Sam would handle it. She had to trust him, even if it appeared like she was disobeying her parents. Sam and Dean were right. Dream walking was a complicated business. More and more she wished she'd stayed behind and waited.

Sam held out his hand. "Jenna Mackay? Do you remember me? I'm Sam Winchester."

Jenna looked confused for a moment before she slowly reached out her hand and took Sam's in hers.

"You remember him and Dean, from high school, right?" prodded Mac with a smirk.

Jorie furrowed her little brow. Was her dad playing along or had the scene changed? She looked into the distance to see that John and Dean were gone.

"Sam," Jorie cried, pointing towards the fence.

Colour drained from Sam's face when he followed her direction of sight but he nodded. They both knew then that the scene had changed and then Jorie looked behind her to see that Bobby's house was gone, replaced by an upscale little bungalow with a white picket fence around it.

SO, what's your best bet that spunky Jorie is going to play by the rules and be a spectator now that she knows she can use her abilities without getting sick? I dunno. She doesn't seem very fazed by Dean. Oh, she respects that he can get mad at her but she's pretty good at wrapping him around her cute little finger. And Sam? Well, he is wise to the little stinker's abilities and he doesn't trust her at all...but will he be able to keep her reigned in?

Jorie and Sam had convinced Mac he was dreaming but what happened? What made him change the scene?

Where are Dean and John?

Stay tuned for more :)