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Title: Life Changes

Chapter Title: Chapter Ten

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!

"Dean, we had an agreement!" Anna yelled, hitting him on the arm. It was earlier that day, before Dean had 'saved' Sam from the demon and his wife. Before the two had been transported to the future and before Dean had died. Anna, Fate and Dean were in the car; from the first moment Anna knew that Dean wasn't going to agree with his father.

"My dad doesn't understand Sam the way I do!" Dean yelled. "I need to be the one to save him! He won't be able to trust him!"

Anna groaned in annoyance, grabbing her cell phone. She quickly dialed a number, waiting as it rang. "Mr. Winchester?"

"Anna --" Dean groaned.

"Dean wants to save Sam himself... Yeah, I know, but he's not budging on this... Okay, okay, I'll tell him... Alright, bye." Anna shut her phone, then looked over at Dean. "He said that if you die trying to save Sam then Sam will never forgive himself."

Dean rolled his eyes, pulling into Anna's house. "I won't die, Anna."

"As soon as you save him you guys have to get to the hospital right away, got it?" Anna asked, crossing her arms.

Dean nodded. "Right away. Promise."

"Good. Go," Anna said, looking up at the house for a second.

"I promise I'll bring you your boyfriend back," Dean said before climbing out of the car. He walked over to the trunk and popped it open, grabbing a pistol loaded with silver bullets, which he stuck in the back of his pants, another pistol which was loaded with regular bullets and a flashlight. He slammed down the trunk and walked over to the house, opening the door slowly. "Sammy?"

Dean looked up as he heard a banging sound coming from the floor above him. He winced, looking down at his stomache, which was bleeding badly. He then made his way up the stairs, the pistol ready for any attackers. He made his way over to Sam's room, opening the door. He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. "Alright, I can do this... Concentrate, Dean."

"Concentrate on finding your brother... Once you save him you can save me."

Dean opened his eyes, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Alright, I'd really appreciate it if you would shut up, already. I don't care if you're my inner child or whatever, you're still a child."

"A child who can help."

Suddenly a portal opened in front of Dean. He shook his head, sighing, before walking inside it. As he made his way to the other side he looked around. "Alright, take me to the cave."

The little boy that was Dean nodded. "Okay." He took Dean's hand in his own, closing his eyes. After a moment he was transported to the entrance of the cave. "Hurry. They're draining him."

"Draining him!" Dean asked with wide eyes. He looked inside the cave, watching the demon and his wife slowly draining the life out of Sam. "Stop it!"

The demon and his wife quickly looked over at the cave entrance. "I thought I banished you," the demon said, narrowing his eyes at Dean.

"You did. But I came back for my brother," Dean growled. He pulled a gun up, aiming it at the two. "Let him go. Now."

"Dean, what the hell are you doing here? You're bleeding! Badly!" Sam yelled, his eyes a bit wide.

"I'm saving your ass! What does it look like?" Dean kept his eyes on the demons, glaring at them. "Let. My. Brother. Go."

"Dean!" Sam yelled, scared for his older brother.

The demon glared over at Sam, before walking over to him and knocking him out. "Annoying creature."

Dean glared at him, then shot his pistol at the woman, who cried out in pain, grabbing her arm. "Why you little --"

Jess then closed her eyes, a white force field surrounding her, the demon and his wife. She spoke without opening her eyes. "Dean, get Sam out of here. Hurry. You don't have much time."

Dean nodded, then ran over to a table, grabbing a key. Trying to be careful, he quickly unlocked Sam, catching his brother as the unconscious body fell forward. He then carried Sam back to the entrance, and the little boy grabbed his hand, transporting them back to the room.

"Go. Hurry," the little boy instructed, pushing Dean through the portal.

"Dean!"

Dean opened his eyes slowly, looking around. Damn, his head hurt like a bitch. He then looked up, finding his father staring down at him. Wait. Where was Sam? "Sam --"

"Is alright," John said, smiling slightly. "You got to him just in time."

"But the demon --"

"Will have to wait until tomorrow," John said quickly.

Dean looked around again, noticing they were in a room... a room that wasn't like any motel room he had seen and a room that didn't look anything like any of the rooms in Anna's house. "Wait, what --"

"You're staying at Anna's mother's house," John said quickly.

"What happened?" Dean asked, sitting up slowly. He was on a comfy bed, so hey, maybe it wasn't all bad.

"You hit your head as you were coming out of the portal. Pretty hard, too," John said, grabbing an ice pack that had been on the nightstand. He placed it on Dean's forehead. Dean held the ice to his head, looking down at his stomach, then at his father, a questioning look on his face. "Anna healed you."

Dean raised his eyebrows, looking as if he hadn't heard his father right. "Excuse me?"

"Well, the baby did," John said, shrugging.

Dean laughed slightly. "That's impossible."

"I thought I taught you that nothing's impossible," John said, smiling slightly. "I'm going back to the motel. Sam's in the next room, resting. He woke up earlier and he seemed fine. He said he had a really bad dream, though. One about going to the future and watching you die... You might want to keep an eye on him."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Sure."

Dean woke up that night as he felt something lean against him in his sleep. He opened his eyes slowly, looking down at the figure next to him. It was Sam. "Hey, Sammy, what's wrong? Why the hell couldn't you sleep in your own bed?" He sat up, turning on the light. His eyes then went wide. "Sam, you're freezing," he said, touching his brother's hand as he noticed he was shivering. He laid a hand on his forehead. "And you're burning up." Dean quickly got out of the bed, running over to the door. He opened it quickly. "Anna!"

"Dean..." Sam moaned, closing his eyes tightly in pain.

"I'm here, Sam," Dean said, rushing back over to the bed. He lifted Sam up a bit and moved him, so that Sam was laying in the center of the bed. He then tucked the covers in around him, feeling his cheek and neck. "God, Sam..."

"What is it?" Anna asked from the doorway, looking tired.

"I need a thermometer, a damp wash cloth with a bowl of cool water and more blankets," Dean instructed, sitting down on the bed, not taking his eyes off of his sick brother. "And I need you to call my father."

"Why?" Anna asked. "Is Sam sick?"

"Very. Just go."

Anna nodded before quickly leaving the room.

"Don't worry, Sam, everything's going to be alright. I promise," Dean whispered, his eyes locking with his brother's. They stared at each other for some time until Anna returned.

"Dad, what do you think it is?" Dean asked, pacing around the room. "Something normal? Something paranormal? Because --"

"I think when they drained his life energy they did something to him," John said, now sitting in the spot that Dean had been in.

"So what do we do?" Dean asked quickly, looking panicked. "I mean, God, is he gonna die? Cause Sam can't die. He just can't."

Sam coughed slightly, opening his mouth. "He told me --"

"Shh, son, don't talk," John said, looking back at him. "Save your strength."

Sam shook his head. "No, you need to hear this."

Dean nodded, sitting down on the other side of his brother. "First..." He grabbed the thermometer, sticking it in Sam's mouth. After thirty seconds he pulled it out. "Damnit, 104. Sam, you need to rest."

Sam shook his head. "Dean, I need to tell you."

Dean sighed slightly. "But right after you tell me you rest, got it?"

Sam nodded quickly. "Yeah, okay. I will. Promise."

"Then shoot," Dean said, grabbing his brother's hand. Realizing it was cold he started to rub it, hoping the friction would help Sam warm up a bit.

"In my dream he told me that I had to die," Sam whispered.

"Who?" Dean asked, looking ready to kick whoever's ass that had told Sam that.

"You. Future you, I mean. Whatever. He said that I had to die so that you'd learn," Sam said softly, tears in his own eyes.

"Learn what?" Dean asked, looking confused.

"Learn that you can't always prevent something from hurting me or prevent me from staying dead."

"Okay, I learned it just now," Dean said, nodding. "Now you don't have to die."

Sam chuckled slightly. "I think you're missing the point."

"I'm not missing the point because there is no point," Dean said, rolling his eyes. "Alright? You're not going to die. It was a dream, end of discussion. Now get some rest or you're never going to get better. Got it?"

Sam sighed, knowing that he was never going to win this battle. Oh well, Dean would learn eventually... he didn't have a choice. "Yeah, I got it."

"Good," Dean said, nodding. "I'll be right here waiting when you wake up. Promise."

Sam nodded, closing his eyes. Maybe Dean was right... then again, maybe he wasn't...

Haley: Sorry, no time for a chat! Supernatural comes on in a half hour and I have things to do! Runs away!

Dean & Sam: Bye!