Alternate Life or Real Life?

Disclaimer: as per chapter 1

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

A golden light filled the room, silencing all of the occupants, suddenly they felt relaxed and calm, as they watched a glowing form walk over to where Sam lay so still in Dean's arms.

'Please have no fear Dean,' Isabelle's voice floated in the air like a piece of music, so clear, crisp and so light, 'John, Cate there is nothing to fear.'

'Belle?' Dean gasped, unsure of what he was seeing.

Isabelle smiled down at him as she bent down and gently cupped his cheek in her hand, a warmth flood through Dean, 'Belle, what...?'

'I have brought someone home where he belongs, the ones who summoned him are false and evil they only wish to control what they cannot own. He needs your help Dean, look after him.' Belle stood up and turned slightly holding her hand out to another shining figure standing behind her.

'What's going on?' John demanded he went to move but he found he was unable to, his feet seemed cemented to the floor.

'Have no fear John Winchester, there is no evil here at this moment, only a wrong corrected.' Belle gave John a beatific smile, 'it is time now.'

The silent figure standing next to Belle, stepped forward hesitantly and hovered over Sam's lifeless body. 'Yes, it is time you know what to do.'

The glowing figure started to change, sparks flew into the air and the smell of lilies permeated the air and a warm wind blew around them, ruffling loose papers and the curtains. As the figure changed it became more solid, taking on a corporeal form, it became translucent, as tiny sparks and stars showered around it. Then Belle started to glow and shine even more, radiating light like a sun.

'Tis time.' She said as she helped the figure into position, slowly it lowered itself down over Sam's prone body. The others stood in silent awe as they watched the mystical event happening in front of them.

Dean sat so still as he watched the star-filled figure lowered itself until it completely joined with Sam's body, when it had finally vanished Belle knelt next to Sam, placing one hand on his chest just over his heart, the other hand on his forehead and then she moved her face close to his and breathed into his mouth. 'She will be there when it is your true time Sam.' Belle whispered into his mouth before she disappeared.

Everyone remained silent and stayed where they were, all staring at Sam's body, as though all of what had just happened was a joint dream. Suddenly, Sam gasped for air and started to cough.

'Sam, oh God Sammy?' Dean said, his voice filled with unleashed emotions, 'Sammy come on Buddy, that's it.'

Sam's eyes slowly opened and he stared up at Dean's upside down face, 'what?' He mumbled, 'what happened?'

'Cate?' John turned to the nurse, 'can you?'

Shaking herself out of shock she nodded and hurried over to Sam and quickly checked him over. 'So far everything looks good, how do you feel Sam?'

'Strange, kinda light-headed I guess, what happened? I mean I remember being in the hospital and all that then it gets a little fuzzy. And what am I doing lying on the floor?'

'Dude, you died.' Dean said, scrubbing his hands over his face and eyes, 'you died.'

'I-I can't remember, I died?' Sam tried to sit up but everything started to spin around him, he paled and shut his eyes.

'Sam?' John knelt next to his youngest child and looked at him closely, 'dammit Sam I am not going to lose you again, open your eyes and talk to me.'

'It's okay Dad, I'm okay I just felt a little dizzy.' Sam opened his eyes and gazed up at the three sets of worried eyes staring down at him, 'Guys honest I'm okay.' He said holding his hands up in mock surrender. 'Tired though and thirsty, and well hungry too.'

Sam sat staring out of the window a pensive look on his face, Dean was asleep on his bed and their dad had left, promising to come back soon. Cate went home to collect a few things and then she was leaving Trinity, she didn't want to risk returning to the hospital, the good bye was sad but awkward, though Dean and Cate obviously had gotten close during the whole mess.

Two weeks ago he was fine, then he was dying and now, now he felt fine, weaker than usual but over all fine. So why didn't he feel happier about it?

Standing up Sam stretched and glanced down at Dean who was still sound asleep, the dawn had broken and already the day was starting to get warm, scribbling Dean a note Sam decided to go for a walk and get some coffee for breakfast.

After they had him cooped up for so long he needed to get fresh air in his lungs and to feel human again. The traffic still slow with the early hour made Sam smile slightly, after all he had been through recently life goes on.

'Nice day for a stroll Samuel.' A strange voice said behind him, spinning around Sam looked down at a distinguished looking man.

'Do I know you?' Sam asked his frown deepening.

'Ah, you don't remember me do you? I suppose you shouldn't after all you were very sick when we met.'

'I'm sorry, I think you have me mixed up with someone else.'

'No, no Samuel you are the one I intended on finding, I just didn't think it would be so easy.'

'You didn't say who you were.'

'Ah allow me to introduce myself once again, I am Mr Grayson, I am the one who pays for the clinic and the doctor's research.'

Sam flinched when he heard mention of the clinic, slowly he started to back away from the stranger. 'Look I have no idea on who you are or what you want but ... '

'Tell me Samuel, what would you do to get Jessica back in your life?'

'Jess is dead,' Sam gasped, he could feel the all too familiar rise of another panic attack.

'Yes, yes good point, but what if she were standing here next to you, flesh and blood what would you do Sam?'

Dean yawned and stretched languidly, he hadn't slept so well for a long time, glancing over he noticed Sam's empty bed, a scrap of paper on the pillow the only thing that looked out of place.

'Fuck Sam what now.' Dean growled as he threw off his blankets and strode over to the other bed.

Dean, just gone for a walk to get coffee, couldn't sleep back soon, Sam.

'Ah Sammy, you idiot.' Dean quickly pulled on his jeans and grabbed his T-shirt and jacket on the way out the door. Blinking furiously in the bright sunshine it took him a few minutes to get orientated, that was when he saw Sam arguing with a strange man in a suit.

'Sam, Sam hey wait up.' Dean called out as he jogged towards his younger sibling. 'Dude you could have woken me.'

'Ah Dean, sorry Man, so ready to get coffee?'

'So you gonna introduce me or what?'

'No need for introductions young man, I know exactly who both of you are.'

'Come on Dean we're out of here.'

'Remember what I said Sam, I will be back for your answer.' Grayson turned and walked away whistling to himself.

'Dude what's going on?' Dean demanded staring at the departing man.

'Nothing, he's just a crackpot from that hospital.' Sam dismissed Dean's questions with a Gallic shrug and turned to continue walking towards the diner just across the road from them. 'But I think it's time we left Trinity Dean.'

'Whenever you feel up to it.' Dean conceded, 'but we had better get in touch with Dad first.'

'I said that I wanted to leave Trinity.' Sam snapped angrily turning on his brother, he balled his fist in Dean's T-shirt and pushed his brother up against a tree, 'why won't you just listen to me for once?'

'Fuck Sam, let me go now!'

Sam blinked at Dean and then looked down at where he held Dean's shirt, 'I – I ... ' He stammered before he stumbled away, his anger quickly receding, though replaced with a rising feeling of despair and utter futility.

'Sam, Sammy come on I think that we both need coffee.' Dean said carefully making sure not to upset him any more.

'Dean, Dean I know what we have to do.' Sam said suddenly turning around his eyes shining with a bright rage, it seemed to emanate from his entire being.

'What do we have to do Sammy?'

'Destroy that clinic, we have to stop them hurting others.' Sam went to open the diner door, stopped and stared at his brother, 'and for you to stop calling me Sammy.'

TBC