Eden-6

I know I haven't updated this in a long time but I'm going to try before my vacation. I hope I can still get into the mode of this. Maybe I'll update full circle too. I am bringing a notebook with me to write on my vacation.

Back in the real world-

John pulled his truck into Mira's driveway. He cut the engine but was still sitting there like he was deciding what to do. He had asked Mira to show the boys what kind of life they would have had, knowing that even if Mary hadn't died that something would of still happened. So now it wasn't by chance that Sam asked Dean to stop at this house.

John opened the car door and was careful not to slam the door, remembering what Mira said that any loud noise could disrupt the Boys State. He walked up the front steps carefully and smiled when he saw the ebony horse running in the pasture. You would think, Sam would have found it strange that there was only one horse in the huge paddock.

John looked through the windows and saw Mira waling towards the door. He backed away before she could accuse him of snooping.

The door opened and you could sense the magical power just flowing from the house. John stood in the doorway, letting the energy roll over him. Mira motioned for him to come in, a small girl walked over and took his jacket from him, and gave him the same smile.

" John, I wasn't sure if you would come here or not. Since, your boys have called you and you've ignored them."

"Mira, it isn't nice to poke Cichild father with its kids around you should know that".

" Touch'e John, you wouldn't want to fight here and disturb your boys though now would you. "

" Speaking of my boys…." John raised an eyebrow. Mira smiled " They are upstairs in the spare bedrooms. You can go see them if you like." Mira opened her hand and a champagne glass appeared, with it filled. She took a sip out of the glass and motioned for John to follow her.

John was going to say something to her about drinking before noon, but stopped him. He knew she could kill him by just thinking it. She opened a door to the spare bedroom and stepped aside, letting John walk in and see his boys. He looked back a Mira

" Can I talk to them?"

She nodded" Just don't say anything that could confirm their suspicions."

Before John could ask she answered him" They both know something is going on, Sam more than Dean, but Sam is more receptive to the idea the alternate lifestyle, Dean however is very antsy to get out of there, but Sam convinced him to stay a little while longer."

John smiled to himself of course Dean would know something was wrong, and try to get out of it. Just like it didn't surprise him Sam wanted to stay a little while longer with his mother and Jess still alive. Then again he couldn't blame him either. He didn't hear Mira leave but could feel it.

John went closer to his boys, ran his finger over Dean's cheekbones, and moved Sam's hair out of the way. He sat between his boys in the plush chair and closed his eyes, just for a little while.

Mira closed the door when she left. She smiled when she saw John sitting in between the two handsome boys. He couldn't influence them right now they were too busy the world Mira created for the m. the out come would be the same, she couldn't change that, even if she wanted too.

Mira sighed as she went down stairs thinking about how she had met John. She had placed a curse on a graveyard to protest the ghostly family, when John and his son Dean, came to salt and burn Mr. Myers bones. There was a small scuffle between the raven-haired woman and the Winchesters, needless to say whom won out, but got the threat from the Winchesters. It wasn't too long ago when John told her about Sam and his constant whining about a normal life.

It was hen Mira made John and offer, give her a few days to prove to him and Dean, that no matter what their family is marked by the demon. John agreed only in hopes of taming his youngest son. Mira smiled as she went into the kitchen, it was good to be queen, once in a while.

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In the crazy world

Sam sat in his car staring at the house that he and Jess lived in, he was kind of afraid of the wrath of Jess. He knew, saying he wasn't ready for kids, upset Jess. He had to try and wrap his head around what kind of person he was in this life. He saw one of his business cards sticking out of the ashtray. Wolfram and Hart -Lindsay Macdonald. Sam smiled, if anyone knew what was going on maybe he would. Sam planned on calling him in the morning. Right now he had to calm down the beast inside.

Sam opened the car door and headed up the sidewalk. He opened the front door and waited to be greeted by the dogs, then remembered that Jenna took the dogs home with her. Dean would be in heaven; he had wanted a dog for so long, now he had two. The house lights were on and for that he was thankful, but it was still to quiet.

" Jess? " Sam called out, hoping that he wasn't going to find her pinned to the ceiling like last time.

" Jess?"

Sam went to every room in the house still not finding her, he started to panic and pulled out his cell phone call his brother. Something stopped him; a small glow in the dining room caught his eye. Sam lowered the cell and walked slowly to the dinning room. A smiled crawled across his face when he saw the dinning room, luminated with candlesticks. Jess was in a light blue silk nightgown, sitting on the table, reading a book, with a glass of wine next to her.

She smiled as she looked up" took you long enough to come to you senses Sam. " She placed the book down and pickled up the glass of wine and took a small sip, then placed it back down. A sly grin came over her face.

" What?" Sam asked uneasily suddenly get a bad feeling.

" Nothing, can a wife just look all pretty for her husband…?" Jess teased " Besides, I was hoping this would change your mind on having kids."

Sam moved in closing the gap between them.

" About that little out burst at my mom's house. I'm sorry, I do want to have kids with you. In fact lots of them."

He took the book out of her hands and placed it next to her, he wrapped his arms around her small frame and looked into her eyes.

" But Sam sometimes we don't always get what we want now do we?"

Sam's eyes flew to hers, reaching her face for the meaning behind her statement. He couldn't find any.

" Jess, I love you so much, that will never change." He kissed her soft lips. As he opened his eyes, he saw the dark shadow. Sam stepped back, he reached for Jess's arm but it was too late, right before his eyes Jess was lifted to the ceiling, her stomach slashed side to side, and the screams filled the air, mostly Sam's screams as the ceiling started on fire.

He didn't know what to do; it was like he was reliving that god awful night. . Sam wanted to jump onto the table, but something, … no, no someone was holding him back. He resisted, but who ever it was behind him was pulling him out of the room. Sam looked over his shoulder, it was his brother, and Dean was pulling him back. Sam pulled away from him and punched his jaw to get him to let go.

" You, you're the reason I couldn't save her" Sam screamed at his brother, through the roaring flames.

" Sam, come on we really have to get out of here, Jess is Dead, she has been for a year or so now. "

Just as he flames started, they stopped. As the words slowly sunk into Sam's head. His brother was right Jess was dead, but Dean was the reason, he could have saved her. How id Dean not beat himself up every day about it. Dean took him from the house, away from saving her. Away from Jess.

Sam looked at his brother and hatred boiled once more through his veins.

" How do you live with yourself Dean, knowing that if you would have never came to got me, she would never have died. How does it not eat you up alive, knowing that I could of saved her, but you, you had to come get me to find fuckin Dad! " Sam rallied on, now with the flames gone and his heart ripped out one more time.

" All this time I've been blaming myself, not you. Blaming myself that I couldn't save Jess, where in all reality of it, you stopped me. You selfish bastard, stop me from living the life I always wanted ". Once more he lashed out and clocked his brother.

And Dean just took it. He didn't strike back at his brother; he loved his brother too much to let anything he said to Dean. No matter what Sam was accusing him of, it didn't really bother him, until he said.

" Maybe Mom's death was your fault as well. That room use to be yours, you saw the demon Dean, you never even screamed for god's sake. Dad was the one who found you there watching the flames licking at her. All this time I blamed myself. I never really noticed that people die whenever you're around. Oh yeah what did happen to Aunt Katie, it wasn't that bad of a car accident. You lived didn't you." Sam screamed at him.

Dean was known to take a lot of crap, but Sam blaming him for his mother and Aunt Katie's death was the limit. Dean launches at his brother, throwing him off of his feet and they landed on the carpeted floor with a loud thud. Dean leaning over his brother, his normally hazel eyes a now fiery green.

" I was fuckin four, you bastard, four. As for Aunt Katie, I loved that blessed woman, like mom, the deer was a buck, his point on his antlers went threw her throat, and eyes ball Sam. That was not my fault. You know, maybe you'll be next".

Dean was so enraged that he punched his brother in the cheek then stormed out of the house. Slamming the door behind him. Sam stood up and went into the dinning room, looking for Jess's charred body, but there wasn't any. It was like it never happened.

A picture in the corner caught his eyes. It was a beach picture, he and Dean were there, but the woman next to Sam wasn't Jess. Sam picked up the picture and took a closer look at it. She was a lot shorter, had big brown eyes and short choppy blond hair.

" Oh my god" he breathed,

It was Meg!

Okay I'm going to stop this chapter right here but start over in a few moments. I hope you like the new twist. Only a few more tragedies then they can get back to their real lives and fix their guilt.