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Title: Fight For Survival

Chapter Title: Chapter Two

Set After: Future Consequences

Summary: Sequel to Future Consequences. Everyone knows Sam's dreams come true one way or another. But this time he had a dream about his own death, and Dean's determined to keep it from happening.

Warnings: Dream death

"Sam, I know you want it just as much as I do," Jessica whispered in his ear. They were in the motel room, and Jessica was flickering, like a TV with a bad connection... the way The Woman in White had. Sam was laying down on the bed and she was crawling on top of him. She kissed him deeply.

"Jess --"

Jessica put a finger to his lips, silencing him. "I promise you it'll be over soon, Sam. Then you can join me... we'll be together again." She then sat up, straddling Sam. She blew a kiss at him before sticking her hand in his chest.

"Sam!"

Sam gasped loudly, opening his eyes quickly. He looked around to find Dean staring at him with worried eyes, looking panicked. Sam sat up quickly. "What happened?"

"You weren't breathing!" Dean yelled, obviously still in a panicked state. "I walked out of the bathroom, and it felt really cold in the room... so I looked over at you to check on you and your chest wasn't moving... I started freaking out!"

"Clearly," Sam said, nodding. He took a few deep breaths, and touched his forehead. He then realized he was sweating.

"Sam, what the hell were you dreaming about?" Dean asked, walking over to his own bed.

Sam shook his head. "Nothing." He looked out the window and realized it was sunny out. He checked his watch. Ten in the morning. Why had Dean let him sleep so long?

"That's bullshit," Dean said, standing up again. "You know what? Before when you wouldn't tell me I would let it go. I --"

"Then why won't you now?" Sam asked, looking over at him. "Why?"

"Because in the past you kept breathing!" Dean yelled. "Sam, you didn't even have a fucking pulse!"

Sam laughed slightly, shaking his head. "Dean, we've faced death before."

"Not like this!" Dean yelled. "Sam, I haven't seen you dead once! You were just dead! As in not alive!"

Sam thought for a moment, then looked over at Dean. "Oh my god. You gave me mouth to mouth."

Dean rolled his eyes. "No, Sam, I ran down the hall to ask the neighbor to do it for me," he said sarcastically.

"I wish you had," Sam said, standing up. He shuddered slightly at the thought of his brother's mouth against his own.

"I really didn't have that kind of time, Sam." Dean said, grabbing the laptop. "So, yes, I gave you mouth to mouth. Because you weren't breathing; you weren't alive. It's not like I kissed you."

"Now that would be weird," Sam said, chuckling slightly.

"Tell me about that dream. Now," Dean said, starting to type on the keyboard.

Sam shook his head. "No. It's not a big deal."

"Shall I go over the facts again?" Dean asked, facing him. "Oh, I'm sorry, you're right. It's not a big deal when your dreams try to kill you. Excuse me."

"It was about Jess, alright?" Sam was getting annoyed, and it was evident in his tone.

Dean shook his head and sighed, knowing full well that his brother wasn't telling him the whole truth. He turned back to the laptop. "You should get some rest."

"I just woke up," Sam said, raising his eyebrows.

"Sam, I was awake ten minutes before you fell asleep. You only got about three hours. Go to sleep," Dean said, pulling up a web page. "You'll need it for our next hunt."

"Which is what?" Sam asked, walking over to his brother.

"I'll tell you when you wake up."

"And if I stop breathing again?"

Dean rolled his eyes and looked back at Sam. "Then I guess I'll have to kiss you again, now won't I?" he asked sarcastically. "Get your ass in bed before I tie you down myself." And, yet again, he looked back at the laptop.

Sam sighed and shook his head, walking back over to the bed. He laid down and watched Dean surf the net, looking up facts for their next gig. Dean looked over at him a few times and, upon seeing Sam's eyes open, gave him a threatening look. Sam finally fell asleep about an hour after Dean instructed him to.

Sam looked around him. He could feel his breath catch in his throat as the doctors ran in the room. His lungs were giving out on him, and he knew he was only moments away from death. "Dean," he croaked, barely a whisper.

Dean appeared by Sam's side in an instant. "Sammy, it's going to be okay. Alright? The doctors will fix this."

Sam shook his head. "No, Dean, they can't... Jess wants this, and she usually gets what she desires."

"Jess?" Dean asked, looking confused.

Sam coughed and the doctors quickly brought in a machine. "Jess wants me to be with her."

Dean shook his head. "Sammy, it's going to be alright. You know it is. Stop talking like this."

Sam smiled slightly at Dean. "I... love.. you..." He coughed a few more times, starting to fade away. He then heard his brother telling him that he loved him back, his voice full of tears. Everything then went black.

"That's it, you're never sleeping again!"

Sam opened his eyes, and took a few more breaths. He then realized he had stopped breathing in his sleep again. Except, this time, Dean wasn't the one standing over him, though he had been the one to speak. No, this time a blonde girl was standing over him, her hair wet; she looked like she had just taken a shower or something.

The blonde girl smiled slightly, then looked over at Dean. "He's okay now."

Dean nodded, walking over to Sam. "This is Anna. She just saved your life since the idea of making out with my brother didn't appeal to me."

Sam looked confused, and he sat up. He looked back and forth between the two.

"Sam, tell me about your dream. Now," Dean demanded, sitting down next to Sam. "Tell me about all of them. Because I can't keep watching over you while you're sleeping. Then when am I going to sleep?"

Sam sighed, nodding. He knew Dean was right. "I know I should tell you... but after what you said about your dream I didn't want to scare you."

It suddenly dawned on Dean; he put two and two together. He swallowed hard and was silent for a moment. He then nodded. "You're dying in your dreams, aren't you?" Sam was silent, and that was enough of an answer for him. "How?" Sam looked down at the bed. "How, Sam?"

Sam sighed, then looked back up at Dean. "Something Jess did. She came to me one night and... well, she stuck her hand in my chest... that was the first dream where I stopped breathing... the one just now was me dying in the hospital because my lungs were giving out. The last words we exchanged were --" Sam stopped, smiling sadly. "It doesn't matter."

Dean sighed, then looked up at Anna. "Well, we'll make sure Jessica's spirit doesn't visit us, then. In the meantime Anna's our next case."

Sam nodded. "Alright. What is it?"

Haley: Heh... I'm uploading all three of these together... Still no Dean or Sam... whistles innocently