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Title: Life Changes

Chapter Title: Chapter Five

Set After: Fight For Survival (One Month Later)

Summary: Future Consequences/Fight For Survival/Life Changes Trilogy. Sam and Dean thought that Anna was out of their lives… Well, she's coming back in a big way.

Warnings: Typos, most likely… I type fast and don't look back… sorry!

"Sam!"

Sam looked back at the door, shaking his head. "Dean… I'll be okay… I promise," he whispered, before turning to the bright blue light that was… wait. A portal? He walked forward slowly.

"Sam, I need you. Please come help me."

"I'm coming…" Sam whispered, slowly walking forward into the portal. Everything then went black.

"Where is my baby's father?" Anna demanded as she walked into the hallway. She stormed over to Dean, pushing him back slightly. "What did you do with him?" When Dean didn't respond, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Look, mister, I'm a worried and scared pregnant woman! You don't want to get me pissed, too! Or else you're going to be in for a world of hurt! When I'm pissed I get ugly! You don't want to see me ugly, cause I am not pretty when I'm ugly!"

"The room ate him!" Dean said quickly.

Anna's eyes went wide. "What did you just say to me?"

Dean put his hands on Anna's shoulders. "He'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" Anna asked, tears coming to her eyes. "My baby can't grow up without a father!"

"This is that emotional thing pregnant chicks go through, huh?"

"Shut up!" Anna yelled before slapping Dean. Her eyes then went wide and she gasped. "Oh, Dean, I'm so sorry!" Tears started streaming down her face.

Dean rubbed his cheek, nodding. "I'll take that as a yes."

"I need my Sammy-poo!" Anna sobbed, grabbing Dean and pulling him towards her, crying into his chest.

Dean grinned. "Sammy-poo…" he whispered. He was never going to let his little brother live that one down. Dean then hesitantly wrapped his arms around Anna. "Your, uh… Sammy-poo… will be fine, Anna. I promise."

Sam opened his eyes slowly, looking around. He was in Anna's house… still. In his guest bedroom, which didn't seem to be glowing blue anymore. He sat up slightly, realizing he was laying on the bed.

"You're awake," a little boy said from the end of the bed. He was about seven or eight, and looked exactly how Dean did when he was younger.

"Yeah… I'm awake," Sam said softly, looking around. "Where are we? Who are you?"

"I'm Dean… well, Dean's inner child," the little boy said, grinning at him.

Sam raised his eyebrows. "You're not kidding, are you?"

"Nope," the boy said, shaking his head. "I need to take you somewhere. I need your help."

"Dean's inner child needs my help," Sam said, nodding slightly. "How ironic is this?"

"Please?" the boy asked, looking up at Sam with pleading eyes.

Sam sighed, getting up off the bed. "Yeah, sure. Alright. What do I have to do?"

"Dean lost me," the little boy said simply.

Sam stared at him for a second. "Wait. What?"

"Dean lost me," the little boy repeated.

"Yeah… um, see that's the part I don't get," Sam said, nodding slightly.

The little boy took Sam's hand in his own, leading him out of the room. There stood Anna and Dean, Dean holding a sobbing Anna. "You see how Anna is blue? She has her inner child. You see how Dean is green? He doesn't. He lost me."

"When and how?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"After the fight you had… he lost me. But it wasn't his fault." He looked around, looking scared. Waving his hand, Anna and Dean disappeared. "She did it."

"Who?" Sam asked, furrowing his brow in confusion. "Anna?"

"No, Anna loves you. She did it," the little boy whispered. Suddenly a screeching noise entered the house, causing the boy and Sam to cover their ears quickly. It sounded like a banshee, only worse. "She's here! We have to hide!"

"Hide?" Sam asked, but was already being pulled by the little boy. The little boy ran back into Sam's room, climbing in the closet. He pulled Sam in after him.

"Who is 'She'?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Shh!" the little boy said quickly.

Suddenly the screeching stopped, and the two could here footsteps in the room. "Dean, honey, I know you're in here… Come out and play." The footsteps stopped for a moment. The woman then cursed softly. The footsteps left the room quickly.

"She's controlling them," the boy whispered, turning to Sam.

"Controlling who?" Sam asked quietly, sitting down on a trunk.

"Jessica and the others," the boy opened the closet slowly, looking around. "It's safe, but not for long. She can't usually get into the closets, but sometimes she can. We need to get to the attic; she can't go up there."

"And She is what I need to help with?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows. When the boy nodded, Sam laughed slightly. "How can I help if I'm in the attic?"

The boy thought for a moment, looking at Sam. "Don't argue with me. I may be a lot younger than you, but I'm still your older brother." This caused Sam to actually laugh. "Let's go."

"Sam, can you hear me?" Dean asked, pounding on the door. He shivered slightly, looking around.

"What is it?" Anna asked, confused.

"I just felt him," Dean said softly, looking around.

Anna's eyes went wide. "Does that mean he's --"

"No," Dean said quickly. "It just means he's trapped in another realm."

Anna stared at him for a moment before cracking a smile. "That's funny."

"I'm not joking," Dean said, turning to her. When Anna lost her smile, Dean banged on the door again, sighing in relief when it opened. He looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary, no Sam. "Anna, Sam was in here."

"Of course he was; you said the room ate him," Anna said, crossing her arms. "Besides, that's where he sleeps, smart one."

Dean shook his head, walking around the room slowly. "No, no, not in this realm. In a different one." He walked towards the closet, holding out his hands. "It's stronger over here."

"I thought Sam was Dr. ESP, not you," Anna said, raising her eyebrows.

"Yeah, I know. It's weird," Dean said quietly. He looked at the closet. "He was in there for about a minute, but…" He then walked over to the door slowly, looking in the hall. "… he left."

"Dean, you're really starting to creep me out," Anna said, backing up from him a bit.

"It's just like when we were younger," Dean said, walking into the hallway. "When he went missing I always knew where he was, and vice versa. Our dad says it the bond we share. That's why I always knew he was okay when he was in college."

"Where is he now?" Anna asked, following Dean as he walked through the hallway.

"I don't know…" Dean said, looking confused. "I don't know where he is, Anna. It's like the trail just stops here." He concentrated for a moment, nodding. "He's in the hallway, Anna. He's in trouble."

"Do something!" Anna yelled.

Dean closed his eyes tightly, concentrating on the image of his brother. Sam, can you hear me? If you can please answer… please tell me that you're okay…

"Sam, can you hear me? If you can please answer… please tell me that you're okay…"

Sam looked around. "Did you hear that?"

The little boy nodded. "He's worried. And he should be… she's coming back." The little boy looked over at the stairs, where a woman slowly came into sight.

The woman in question was wearing a black nightgown, her hair dark brown. She smirked at the two, crossing her arms. "I see we have a visitor. Jessica will be pleased."

"You have to tell Dean," the little boy said quietly, turning to Sam. "Hurry. Tell him to concentrate hard enough and a portal will appear. Tell him to get in touch with his inner child."

"What is all this nonsense?" the woman asked, walking over to the little boy. She kneeled down in front of him, trying to give him a warm smile, though it came out as mean. "You don't like it here?"

Sam closed his eyes quickly, concentrating on his brother. Dean, I'm alright. I promise. Just… get Anna out of this house. I'll find a way out. Don't worry about me.

The little boy looked up at him, shaking his head. "You're not asking him to come."

Sam shook his head. "No, I'm not."

The woman stood up, looking at Sam. "I didn't think you would. Wouldn't want me to kill him, now would you?" She looked him up and down, nodding. "My husband will want to see you as soon as possible…" She smirked evilly. "He'll have fun with you."

Sam: Who is she?

Dean: That's what I want to know. And who's her husband? And why do you make everything happen to Sam?

Haley: O.o

Sam: Dean, calm down. We've been over this. It's only a story.

Dean: Right, right… But still!

Sam: Eye roll.

Haley: Oh-kay, then… Bye!

(Three updates in one day... bet ya'll are happy! You can thank Anna for that! After chapter three she was like "WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?" and after chapter four? "WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?" She had to go after I finished chapter five... heh...)