Author Note: This chapter is a little longer than others, hope you like it! I didn't want to break this one into two chapters. Thanks for reading! :)

Dean comes to a stop outside the old abandoned Wheeler Mental Institute, a giant cluster of buildings that has stood abandoned for over fifty years. We have been hunting lots of simple salt and burns for the past month or so. This hunt is out first big job in quite a while, we are all pretty excited to do something other than grave desecration. We've been tracking a Djinn for the past week and discovered that it lures all its victims to this abandoned building.

We all stand around the trunk of the car where Dean hands each of us a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood. "Okay," he says, "let's kill this son of a bitch."

Dean leads the way while Sam brings up the rear. We enter the closest door to us and wander around the halls.

"Jeez," I say, "this place is massive. Where do we even start?"

Sam shakes his head, "I don't know. Maybe we should just head for the center of the building? Maybe we can find a basement or something."

We wander for another five minutes before finally turning down a big hallway that has dozens of doors. Dean walks a little way ahead of us and points his flashlight into a nearby room, "Crap," he says, "There are some dead people in here, blood bags still hanging next to them. Guess we're in the right place."

Sam and I jog to catch up with Dean, he walks into the room and Sam follows him. I stay in the hallway, shining my flashlight around trying to find any sign of the Djinn. I notice some movement further up the hallway, I walk towards it while Sam and Dean scour the room. I get to the end of the hallway and point my flashlight all around, no sign of movement. I hear a door slam behind me and then hear Sam and Dean shouting. I run back to find their door securely shut.

I hear, "Maddy!" muffled on the other side.

"I'm right here, what happened!" I shout as I try to open the door. I hear footsteps nearby and quickly point my flashlight in their direction. I see the Djinn standing at the end of the hallway.

"Ah!" I scream, "Sam! Dean! The Djinn is out here!"

I pull my silver knife out just as he appears in front of me. I try to stab him with the knife, but he grabs my arms and twists it hard, causing me to drop the knife. I can hear Sam and Dean yelling on the other side of the door. He grabs me by the throat and pushes me against the wall, staring at me with his bright blue eyes. He brings his glowing hand towards my forehead. "No!" I yell, but it's useless, he puts his fingertips against my forehead and my mind goes blank.

I'm jolted awake by the sound of a baby crying. Disoriented, I roll over in bed and open my eyes to see the baby monitor on my night stand lighting up as the crying continues. I sit upright in bed and try and gather my thoughts. I can't remember where I am or what I am doing here, wasn't I just running from something? I feel movement next to me and look over to see Sam sprawled out. I reach over a run my hands across his chest, didn't he used to have a tattoo there?

He opens his eyes and smiles at me, "Mornin'," he slurs, still sleepy, "Do you want me to get Amanda, or do you want to?"

Suddenly it all comes back to me, of course, that crying baby is ours, I must be tired still. I try to ignore the feeling of confusion that must be left over from a dream I had last night. I brush my hand across Sam's cheek, "Sorry, I must have had a weird dream. I'll get her, go back to sleep."

He kisses me before rolling over and falling back asleep. I get out of the bed and slip on my robe as I walk down the hall and into the other room. I approach a door decorated with butterflies and push it open, Amanda's cries greet me on the other side. I walk over to her crib and lift her into my arms, crossing the room to sit in the rocking chair. I rock her to soothe her cries and soon she quiets down and starts playing with my hair that hangs in her reach. I stare at her, but I can't shake this feeling of dread, like something bad is happening that I can't quite put my finger on.

I don't know how long I sit with her, but the smell of bacon pulls me from the bedroom and into the kitchen. Sam is standing at the stove in nothing but sweatpants, frying some eggs and bacon in a pan.

I stand in the doorway, Amanda in my arms, and admire him for a few seconds, "You know," I say, "you're kind of hot."

He spins around and gives me a huge grin, "Right back at you." He cups my face in his hand and strokes my cheek with his thumb before kissing me. He smiles at me again, "Getting you as my wife, how did I get so lucky?"

This throws me a little, wife? Yes, of course we're married. What did that weird dream do to me, I'm so confused today.

Sam notices my confused expression, "What's up with you today? You seem far away." He takes Amanda from me and starts feeding her a bottle while I sit down in one of the kitchen island bar stools.

"I'm fine, I think I had a weird dream last night. It's kind of thrown me off today. I feel… disconnected from myself." This is the best way I can describe it to him because I can't even understand it myself.

He just nods his head, "You're probably just stressed about our lunch plans today. It's going to be weird having all of our family members together."

I search my memories and remember that we are having a big family lunch this afternoon. My parents will be there, why do I feel like I haven't seen them in years? Sam's parents too, when was the last time I saw them?

Sam comes over and kisses me on the forehead, "I'll take Amanda to the park for a little bit, why don't you take a relaxing shower and then you can get ready for lunch without a crazy baby distracting you."

Amanda giggles and Sam and I both stare lovingly at her. "Okay," I say, "That sounds nice, thank you."

I ignore the weird feelings I'm having and get ready for lunch. Sam returns, and the three of us head to the restaurant. We're running a little late, so everyone is already there when we finally get to the table. Dean is the first to get up, he hugs Sam, "Nice to see you little bro." He turns to me, as I hold Amanda, "Maddy, you look gorgeous as usual." He pulls me in for a hug and then immediately turns to Amanda, "Did you miss your uncle Dean?" She squirms in my arms and reaches for him, so I relinquish her, and they go back to the table.

I turn to look at my parents and a sadness washes over me as a memory of their funeral flashes through my mind. Didn't they die in a hunting accident? I hug each of them and then turn to Sam's parents. Have I ever met them, I don't really recognize them? We all sit down, but I can't focus on what Sam is asking them. After a few minutes I look at Dean sitting next to me, weren't we just on a hunting trip together? "Dean," I say, watching him bounce Amanda on his knee, "when did we last see each other?"

He thinks for a minute, "I think it was two or three months ago, you guys have been pretty busy with this one." He points at Amanda and she grabs his finger. My heart pulls a little, this little girl is the best parts of me and Sam, physical proof of how much Sam and I love each other.

Another memory seems to flash through my mind, we were hunting something, but we got split up. "What were we hunting, I can't seem to remember?" I ask, thinking about how weird it is not being on the road.

Everyone looks over at me as I ask this, each wearing the same expression of confusion. "Hunting?" Dean says, "What do you mean? We don't go hunting. We don't even own any guns."

Sam touches my back and I turn towards him, "Does this have to do with your weird dream Mad? I think it's affecting your memory." He looks at me with concern.

I stammer, "N-no, we used to hunt things. I-I can't remember clearly." I look over at my parents and I can clearly see their funeral pyre, I can smell the wood burning as I gave them a proper hunter burial. Then, I look over at John and Mary remembering the stories that Sam and Dean told me about them. I start to breathe heavy and push back my chair, so I can stand up. I feel dizzy, something is not right, this is not the Sam and Dean that I know and love.

My mom stands up and grabs my arm, "Honey, you're scaring me, what are you talking about!" I pull my arm out of her grip and back away from the table. They all stand in front of me, trying to persuade me to sit back down. Suddenly I remember everything, the Djinn caught me, and I couldn't get away.

I look around me and find a silver knife at the table next to ours. "Stay away!" I shout, "I know this isn't real, I know about your Djinn mind tricks!"

My fake family loses their worried expressions and they stop trying to get me to sit back down. My mom comes to stand in front of me, "Just give in baby. You can be happy here with us, away from all the hurt that you've been through. You can live the life that deep down you really want."

I take another step back, but I run into a table and can go no further. "No," I whisper, "I'll die, the Djinn will suck me dry and Sam and Dean will be left to deal with my body. I can't do that to them."

I look at the knife in my hand and realize what I have to do. I take one last look at Amanda, at the beautiful child that has Sam's eyes and nose but my mouth and ears. Then I turn to my parents and look at them one last time. I would love to stay here and be with them again, but this is not where I belong. A few tears escape my eyes, "I'm sorry." I say as I turn the knife on myself and plunge it deep into my heart. The pain is only temporary, but soon a different ache spreads throughout my entire body. I gasp, and my eyes flutter open as I take in my surroundings. My hands are fastened to the ceiling and my slumped body pulls against the chains, painfully cutting into my wrists. An IV is connected to my neck, pulling blood into a nearby blood bag. I try to move my legs, but find I am too weak to even lift my head more than a few inches.

I can hear Sam and Dean shouting my name but can only muster a small groan in response. My head starts to droop as the door handle in front of me starts to jiggle.

"Sam!" Dean shouts, "This one is locked, she has to be in here." The door is kicked in and Sam and Dean rush in, each wielding their silver knives.

"Maddy!" Sam shouts, running over to unchain my wrists.

He frees my arms and I fall against his chest, "Took you guys long enough." I slur as he lowers me to the ground, my eyes closing.

Sam and Dean both give a chuckle, but their laughs are cut short as the Djinn appears behind them. I can't seem to open my eyes, they won't cooperate with me. My whole body feels numb, the Djinn took so much of my blood. I hear the grunts of the boys as they fight the Djinn. I wish that I could get up and help them, but I feel like I'm floating. I hear a sharp gasp and then all is quiet. Unconsciousness starts to take hold of me, the last thing I feel is arms under my legs and back as someone picks me up.

"I got you." Sam whispers, kissing my forehead. My head falls against his chest and I fade into the darkness.

I feel a slight pressure on my wrist and realize someone is checking my pulse there. "Your hand is cold." I complain, trying to pull my arm away but it feels like it weighs ten pounds.

I manage to open my eyes and see both Sam and Dean staring down at me.

"What did I miss?" I ask, smiling as I struggle to sit up against the headboard. Dean chuckles and Sam lets out a sigh of relieve. Dean grabs a bottle of water and hands it to me, "Here, you were out cold for a while you should probably drink something."

I take it with shaking hands, "Thanks. So, you guys killed the Djinn I'm assuming?"

Sam sits on the edge of the bed next to me, resting his arm across my legs, "Yeah," he looks at me with a curious stare, "What did you see when the Djinn put you under?"

I look from Sam to Dean and then back at my folded hands resting in my lap, scared to tell them about the life that I actually really enjoyed. I decide that there's no use in keeping the details from them. I look back up at Sam, "I woke up in a beautiful house next to a shirtless you." I wink at him, "We were married with a beautiful daughter." Sam lights up a little at this thought. I smile at him, "She looked just like you. You made me eggs and bacon in the morning before we went out to lunch with – with our parents." Sam and Dean both draw in breaths, no doubt thinking about what it would be like to sit down with their parents again.

I turn my attention to Dean, "You were there too Dean. You couldn't wait to see Amanda." I can't help but smile, "She sat on your lap throughout lunch, you two played with the sugar packets," I laugh, "making towers out of them."

A grin creeps onto Dean's face, "Wow," he breathes, "This sounds like a pretty great life, how did you figure out it was fake?"

I take Sam's hand in mine and stare down at it, tracing the lines on his palm, "Well." I start, "Seeing my parents kind of snapped me out of it. A memory came back to me, of me standing by their pyre that I set up after they were killed."

Sam squeezes my hand, "That must have been hard, I'm sorry."

One tear falls from my eye and I just shrug, "It was actually kind of great, seeing them alive and happy one last time."

I take a deep breath, "After that, all my memories came back to me. You all tried to convince me to stay in that dream world, but I knew that I would die in real life. So, I took a knife from one of the tables and killed myself so that I would wake up."

Dean sits in a chair next to the bed, "When we made it into the room you looked dead. My stomach dropped, I thought we were too late."

Sam stays quiet, but I can see the slight shimmer in his eyes and the way that his adams apple bobs up and down. I wipe the tear from his eye before it can fall and smile at both him and Dean, "You can't kill me off that easy, you're stuck with me!"

Sam softens up a little and kisses my hand, "I sure hope so."

My stomach grumbles and I laugh, "Can we go eat something? This whole ordeal has left me starving."

Dean jumps up, "I was hoping you would say that, I was craving a bacon cheeseburger. I saw a sign for one yesterday"

Sam helps me get up and I smile to myself because we survived yet another hunt with minimal injuries. The alternate life was pretty great, but I can't imagine swapping my current life for anything. Being on the road with Sam and Dean, that's my idea of a perfect life.