Thanks for the reviews! Just to clear up any confusion, it wasn't the "real" Sam carrying the baby...it was what the "real" Sam was seeing.
Chapter 3
As John drove away, Dean and Sam were standing there, just watching themselves, Jessica, their mother, and the baby. "So, what do we do now?" asked Sam. "That's a good question." replied Dean.
Jessica ran over to Sam as he carried the baby to her. "Emma!" she cried, and she kissed the baby's forehead. "She's fine," said Sam, "but my father is still in there." Dean ran back into the house and reappeared in the doorway what seemed like hours later. As he stepped out further, Mary saw John's lifeless body in Dean's arms. He laid his father down on the dewey grass and kneeled over him. "Dad, wake up, I know you're still alive. You can't do this to me, or mom or Sam. Please, Dad, come on!" Mary ran over to Dean, tears making wet streaks down her cheeks. "John..." she whispered. "please don't leave me. I love you too much, and so do Dean and Sam."
Jessica ran next door to call an ambulance. Sam didn't know what to do. He kneeled down on the ground and said a prayer. Dean glanced over to him, not knowing what to say. All of the crying was broken by a weak voice, "Dean, Sam...don't...don't let that demon get away." John said softly. "Dad! Don't worry, we'll get you to a hospital, you're gonna be OK." Dean said hopefully. "No, Dean, it's my time." "John!" cried Mary. "I love you, Mary. I'll see you in about fifty years." he said, trying to sound happy.
John's head fell to the ground and they stood there in silence. "Bye, Dad." said Dean.
Sam and Dean could not believe their eyes...was this how their life was supposed to turn out? Dean desperately wanted his mother back, but not at the expense of his father. "Good thing Dad left before he could see that." inferred Sam. "So, you saw all of this in your dream vision thing?" questioned Dean. "Pretty much, but it wasn't as detailed." replied Sam.
Dean and Sam turned their heads to see their other halves disappear into the night. Mary, Jessica, John, Emma, and the burning house all fell victim to the night. "Let's go." said Dean, and they hopped in the car and left.
Back at the motel, they found John trying to figure out how to use Sam's laptop. "You OK, Dad?" asked Sam. "I'm fine. I just want to figure out what the hell happened back there. What if I had done something different in the past, then maybe your mother would still be alive." "But Dad, you died." said Dean. "I don't care. It would mean more to me to have your mother still alive than myself." "OK, but I'm pretty sure that was meant just for us, so you're probably not going to find anything online." Sam said. "You're right, I bet it was that damn demon messing with our heads." added Dean.
John seemed to ignore his boys and he just kept on researching for the next two hours. "This damn computer..." said John, "this thing is worthless." Sam and Dean exchanged smirks. "Dad, it's two o'clock in the morning, we all need rest." said Sam. "Fine, but first thing in the morning we're going back there and looking for any clues we can find." "I think it's going to be later than first thing in the morning...that's what it is right now." said Dean. "I don't care what time you guys get up, but I'm leaving here at five thirty." "Fine." replied Dean, and he crawled into bed.
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