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Title: Life Changes

Chapter Title: Chapter Nine

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

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Kevin asked, crossing his arms. Him and Sam were talking in the living room, and Kyle was in the kitchen. Kevin looked pissed, and seemed about ready to punch someone.

"Hey, watch your language," Sam said, pointing a finger at him.

"Excuse me if I don't take you very seriously because you're only, what, four years older than me?" Kevin asked with a laugh. At the look Sam gave him, he rolled his eyes, nodding. "Yes, sir." He sighed, then looked back at the kitchen. "Uncle Dean wants you to talk to him?"

"I volunteered," Sam said, shrugging. "What's so bad about it?"

"Look, Dad... Can I call you that?" Kevin asked, looking hesitant

Sam rolled his eyes, though he was smiling slightly. "Yes."

Kevin nodded. "Dad, he just watched you die yesterday. You seriously think he's going to be okay talking to you now? He hasn't even had time to grieve!"

"I understand that," Sam said, nodding. "I do --"

"Do you really?" Kevin asked, crossing his arms.

"Excuse you?" Sam asked, a little taken aback by his unborn child back talking him.

"Have you ever lost someone and had to just deal with it? Without grieving outwardly?" Kevin asked softly, raising his eyebrows.

Sam sighed, nodding. "Yeah, I have. College... girlfriend... died the same way your grandmother did."

Kevin's face fell. "I can't believe you never told me that." He scoffed slightly, shaking his head. "Sorry."

Sam nodded. "It's fine. You didn't know. Your mother probably resented her a bit for trying to kill me... then trying to kill your mother..."

"While she was alive?" Kevin asked, looking confused.

"No, actually, when she's a spirit," Sam said, nodding. "Landed me in the hospital twice. I died..." He held up his hand, starting to count on his fingers. "...three times. I think three. Either three or four. Then she beat up your Mom..."

Kevin raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, I can see why Mom wouldn't allow you to mention her."

Sam smirked slightly, nodding. "Yeah. No kidding." He looked back at the kitchen. "Look, I get that he's grieving, and I'm sure your Uncle Dean can really relate to what he's going through, but I'm the only one who can really help."

Kevin nodded, sighing slightly. "Yeah, I know. I just... he's my little brother... and he's going through so much pain... I feel guilty not being able to spare him that."

"Hey, sometimes they just need to deal with the cruel lessons life has to offer," Dean said, walking down the stairs. "Because you can't protect them from everything."

Kevin smiled slightly, nodding. "He told you."

"He told you?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows.

"No, Dad did," Kevin said, smirking slightly. "It was a major point for both him and you."

Dean nodded, looking a bit upset. "Yeah, I can understand that."

"What are you guys talking about?" Sam asked, looking back and forth between his brother and his son. Then realization hit him. "You guys know what's going to happen... What he said I wouldn't like."

Dean sighed slightly, then nodded. "Yeah, we do, Sam. But go talk to Kyle. Seriously."

Sam narrowed his eyes at his brother before nodding and walking into the kitchen.

"You know, he's really cool in his twenties," Kevin said, watching Sam leave. He smirked slightly, looking back at Dean. "It was like old times."

"So you and your dad were close?" Dean asked, walking over to the couch and sitting down.

Kevin smiled sadly, nodding. "Yeah. Aside from Kyle he was my best friend. I mean, Mom was great... but I felt like I could tell Dad anything. He always knew the right thing to say and he always found a way to understand."

Dean smiled slightly, nodding. "Yeah, he's always been like that."

"You're lucky," Kevin said before sitting down next to his uncle. "You got to spend his whole life with him. Almost all of yours."

"It's unfair," Dean said, looking over at Kevin, "that I got so much time with him and you so little. I'm sorry about that."

Kevin nodded. "Yeah, me too."

"Hey, can we talk?" Sam asked, walking into the kitchen slowly. When Kyle just stared at him, he nodded slightly. "No, I'm guessing?"

Kyle sighed, the nodded. "Yeah, we can talk." He was sitting at the kitchen table, practically hugging himself.

"Look, Kyle, it wasn't your fault," Sam said, sitting down across from his second son. "Demons --"

"Are apart of a Winchester life, I know," Kyle said, nodding. "That's what everyone keeps telling me. But I could've stopped it."

Sam sighed, hanging his head for a moment. What was it going to take to get through to this kid? He looked back up. "How?"

"I can freeze time," Kyle said, acting as if it were nothing.

Sam stared at him, raising his eyebrows. "You're kidding me." When Kyle didn't say anything, he scoffed a laugh, shaking his head. "I get dreams and my kids get to stop time? Figures."

Kyle smiled slightly. "Yeah, well, everyone says it just gets stronger with each generation. I'm scared to think of what Kevin's kids are going to be able to do."

Sam smiled slightly, nodding. "Good point." He sighed, then shook his head. "No matter your ability, it still wasn't your fault. You were scared, it's understandable." He thought for a moment, then nodded slightly. "You know, when I was just a bit older than you my... really good friend was killed by a demon. I had a vision about it... had the opportunity to keep it from happening... But I didn't. It took months for your uncle to convince me that it wasn't my fault. By now I'm certain it isn't. Kyle, you just have to look at the facts, alright? The type of demon, how it killed, when it killed, who it killed... It wasn't your fault."

Kyle sighed, looking down at the table. He nodded slightly. "If you're sure."

"I am," Sam said, standing up. He walked over to Kyle and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it slightly. "I'm sure. There's no reason to carry the guilt around."

Kyle nodded, looking up at Sam. "Thanks... Dad."

Sam smiled sadly, nodding. "No problem."

"Why can't we tell him?" Kevin asked, looking over at his uncle.

"Because we can't," Dean said, sighing. "He'll end up getting in the way, you'll never meet him and Kyle will never be born. This is the way it has to go."

"But he's gonna go through so much pain," Kevin said quietly.

Dean nodded. "I know... I wish I could protect him from everything out there, Kevin, but I can't. And you can't protect Kyle all the time. We're big brothers, and we try our best... But they have to live their own lives eventually... We can't keep controlling them."

"You tried to keep Dad from going to college," Kevin said, looking down at the floor.

"And that's when I realized that I couldn't make every decision for him," Dean said softly. "His mind was made up... It hurt me, it hurt him, it hurt your grandfather... but there was nothing we could do. Your dad was ready to break free, so I respected that."

Kevin nodded slightly, looking back up at Dean. "I still got time to boss around Kyle, right?"

"Well, if you're going off of me then you have five years left," Dean said, grinning. "But after the way I know your dad raised him? Three, tops."

Kevin smiled and leaned back in the seat. "Yeah, I guess eighteen's a reasonable number," he said, nodding. He sighed, his smile fading. "When's it supposed to attack?"

"Any minute now," Dean said, nodding. "As soon as Sam and Kyle get their asses in here. Then --"

Kyle walked into the room, Sam following.

"Feeling better?" Kevin asked, looking up at his little brother.

Kyle nodded. "Much."

Kevin smiled slightly. "Good, I'm glad."

Dean stood up, ready. "Sam?"

"Yeah?" Sam asked, looking over at his brother.

"Good bye."

Sam looked confused, and he narrowed his eyes at his brother. "Dean, what --?"

Suddenly a demon entered the room, throwing flame balls around. It growled at the four. "The boy!" it shrieked, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. He held out his hand and immediately Kyle started flying towards him. Dean stepped forward, ducking a fireball the demon had thrown at him. He then punched him, before the demon stuck a hand in his stomache. He growled and disappeared.

Dean gasped, falling in the floor.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, now kneeling next to his brother. "Hold on, Dean, we'll get you help. Just hold on."

Dean shook his head slightly. "Sammy..." he looked down at this stomach, where he was gushing blood. And... I choose not to go into further detail... I don't have a strong stomache... which tells you enough... It's gory.

"No," Sam said, shaking his head. Already his brother was pale, his breathing subsiding. "Dean, please, no."

"I'm sorry," Dean whispered.

Sam threw a glass cup against the wall, tears streaming down his face. "They knew! He knew! You two knew too!" He quickly faced 'Dean' and Kevin, who were trying to get Sam to calm down. Kyle was upstairs, since no one thought he really needed to see his father freaking out.

"Yes, we knew," 'Dean' said calmly. "But it's going to be okay. I'm alive, aren't I? Doesn't that mean anything?"

"No!" Sam yelled. "For all I know I could be dreaming!"

"Hey, dreaming's good," 'Dean' said, faking a smile. He nodded. "Means I'm not dead, right? Not in reality. Go with that and calm down."

"They sent us here so he would die!" Sam yelled, kicking the leg of the table. "Bastards! Fucking shitty asshole bastards!"

"And earlier you were telling me to watch my language?" Kevin asked, crossing his arms. He was a little amused, to put it lightly. He had never heard his father cuss so much.

"I'm gonna kill them! Both that fucking demon and his fucking bitch of a wife!" Sam yelled, looking ready to punch someone or something. "I told them to leave him alone! They said they were going to! 'It's either you or your son' they said! Fucking lying bastards! I told them me! I told them to leave Dean alone! I told them --!" He suddenly broke down, falling to the floor.

'Dean' was on the ground next to him in a second. He pulled Sam towards himself, holding him close. "Hey, hey, shh. It's alright, Sam. It's alright."

"No, it's not," Sam sobbed. "I need him. I need him. He was always there, even when I didn't realize. He was always there. I feel so empty now. I..."

"But I'm here," 'Dean' said, pulling Sam back a bit to look him in the eye. "Look, if we're going to figure this out we're just going to have to help each other, alright? My Sam is gone and your Dean is gone. We'll just have to be substitutes. We can't afford to break down. Do you understand me?"

Sam looked at 'Dean' for a moment, then nodded, his sobs subsiding a bit, but not much.

"Then stop the water works," 'Dean' said, his face serious. "It's gonna be okay. I understand what you're feeling, I really do. I felt that way yesterday. But you can't let it control you when you have a job to do."

Sam took a few deep breaths, nodding. "Yeah... You're right."

"Are you okay now?" 'Dean' asked, allowing himself to stop being serious and become concerned once again. Sam nodded, still taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down. 'Dean' hugged Sam tightly, nodding. "I promise it'll all work out for you. I promise."

Sam stood up slowly, with the help of 'Dean'. He shook his head. "What's the job? The demon? The demon that tried to take Kyle?"

'Dean' smiled sadly, shaking his head. "That's my job. Your job is to go kick some ass. The demon and his wife."

"But --"

"Yeah, that means leaving me. You can't hold onto me. You... You need to keep your grief for a little while longer. You --"

"But you said --"

"Keep your grief locked up inside. You'll know when it's time to explode... You'll feel it," 'Dean' said, nodding. "As for the part about supporting each other? I would've said anything to stop the sight of my baby brother sobbing on the ground because of me."

Sam scoffed slightly, nodding. "You hold onto your grief to get the demons, and I'll do the same."

"Exactly," 'Dean' said, nodding.

Dean: Well, there's a change.

Haley: Hey, you were always complaining about Sam dying, so --

Dean: Yeah, yeah, I know.

Sam: Well, technically I am dead. It's just not me me.

Dean: Well, it is me me. Dying to save my nephew... I've heard of worse deaths.

Sam: Yeah, me too, but it doesn't mean I've lived them. Or died them, rather...

Haley: But, hell, Dean's gonna come back. He has to, right? Or... maybe not... Moment of suspense and silence. No, really, he's coming back xP I already have most of this story worked out in my head. I just haven't had the time to type it out yet.

Dean: And you did now?

Haley: Late start at school tomorrow, inspiration because I had watched a fresh Supernatural right before typing out this chapter secretly wants to kill Cassie chick...grrr... so I had to make time. Once I watch a fresh episode I have to write at least a chapter... or else the inspiration is lost or I just go insane... Usually the second one. Okay, 99 of the time it's the second one Nawd. ANYWAY, time to go write the next chappie (even though I'm clueless as to how it'll go)... Bye!