Dean cringed inwardly as he heard the door slam. What the hell had just happened thought Dean. All he was trying to do was protect Sam from possibly falling into a trap. "Possibly"…that word right there was the culprit. He had no proof it was a trap, all he was going on was a gut feeling, and the gut feeling was enough for him, but apparently not enough for his little brother.

Still, Dean knew that if the roles were reversed and their dad had come to him in a dream, he'd probably stop at nothing to bring his dad back too. But that would be his risk and he would be okay with that, he knew he was being a hypocrite but he couldn't let Sam risk his life to bring Jessica back…because god forbid if it was a trap and he lost Sam…well that was a thought he's rather not dwell on.

He understood Sam's anger, he really did, but it didn't make what Sam had said, hurt any less.

He had heard the hope in Sam's voice Dean we can bring her back, we can He heard the same hope he had heard countless times when they were younger and Sam had needed Dean to fix something or do at something. The only difference was that Sam had wanted Dean to fix his bike or climb up a tree to free his kite from the branches...not bring back a dead girlfriend.

Still, Dean hated the feeling of letting Sam down, but most of all he hated the resentment in Sam's voice, and he hated the fact that he was right when he thought that Sam blamed him for Jess's death...that one stung...he had failed Sam yet again. Dean felt lost at that moment and he went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, hoping it would take away that hollow feeling he had inside.

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Sam cringed inwardly as he slammed the door. A reaction often not expressed by the person who does the slamming.

He was angry, no doubt about that, but he wished he hadn't said those horrible things to Dean. He could see the hurt in Dean's face and he didn't know why he had said those things. He didn't blame Dean for Jess's death, not one bit, he had said it out of spite in the heat of the moment to get back at Dean for not standing by him. He never meant for it to come out as harsh as it did, not that you could really blame someone for a death without sounding harsh. And the miserable life thing, god why did he have to say that.

And the last thing he said before he slammed the door, "Some big brother you are"...oh god, he was glad he didn't turn around to see the hurt in Dean's eyes, because that...well that would surely haunt him forever. Sam knew he didn't mean it, Dean was the best big brother he could've asked for, and he really, really hoped that Dean knew that too.

He knew that Dean was just being Dean and looking out for him like he always does, but just this once he wanted Dean to trust him, trust his gut feeling instead of his own, althought Dean's is often right, although there was that time with Gordon though, Dean's gut feeling was sure wrong on that one...but then again he wasn't in his right mind

Sam knew that he should go back in and apologize, because he was sure that Dean was ripping himself apart inside after all the things that Sam had said, but he decided to take a walk and cool off first, Dean would still be there when he returned.

As Sam walked down the hallway to the elevator he started to think of ways to try and convince Dean to at least check out the possibility with him. Maybe after Dean's had a chance to cool off as well and process everything that Sam had said to him about Jess, maybe then he would have a change of heart. Sam knew it was a long shot, but he didn't care, he had to get Dean on board...he just had to.

As Sam got into the elevator and pressed the button marked "G" for ground level, a sharp pain shot through his head and everything went blurry. He was having a vision...no doubt about it.

"Sam..."

Sam didn't recognize where he was but he definetly recognized that voice.

"Jess..." he replied as he turned around. Ok so maybe this wasn't a vision...or was it?

"Hey sweetie, can you help me open this jar?" asked a very live and healthy Jessica.

Sam stood there dumbfounded. This can't be a dream...I'm in an elevator...that's somehow turned into a...kitchen.

"Jess...what's going on?"

"Well I can't get this stupid jar open, I swear sometimes I think I underestimate my own strength when I close these," laughed Jess.

Oh god, it was so good to hear her laugh. Sam still coudln't understand what the hell was going on.

"Jess you can't...you can't be here, I haven't even..." Sam just stood there starring at her.

"You haven't even what Sam?"questioned a concerned Jess.

"I haven't..."

"Brought me back yet?" finished Jess.

"Yeah...wait...what!? How do you know about that."

"Sam, sweetie, we've been through this already, you brought me back months ago."

Now Sam was completely and utterly lost. This had to be a vision of the future...but this was...well this was just weird even for him.

"What?! When?!"

"After your fight with Dean, you went to Los Angeles with Jack and..."

"Why'd I go to L.A?" interrupted Sam.

"Idunno, you didn't tell me much about it but you said that you went to L.A. because they had what you needed to bring me back."

Sam stood there...as he had done countless times in the fast few minutes, just starring at Jess, unable to even begin to comprehend what the hell was going on and where he was.

"So let me get this straight, you're back, we're together, and you know I brought you back?"

"Yeah, Sam."

"We're really together!?" repeated Sam, needing reassurance. "Oh god, if this is a vision of the future, this is my proof for Dean!...Speaking of Dean, where the hell was he?"

"Wait...so where's Dean?" Sam asked looking around.

Jess stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Sam in disbelief. After a moment she walked over to him and placed her hand on his chest, and Sam could've sworn he saw saddness in her eyes.

"Sweetie, it's happening again, I think you should go rest for a bit."

"What? What's happening again?" questioned Sam, but before he could get his answer he was back in the elevator, though this time on his ass instead of his feet.

Sam picked himself off the ground and tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened and what he had just seen, and one thing kept ringing in his head, Los Angeles/

I have to tell Dean, we need to go to LA

Sam was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't even see the elevator doors open on the second floor as Jack came in with a suitcase.

"Sammy?"

"Jack, where the hell you off too with that?"

" L.A."

...you went to Los Angeles with Jack. Jess's words kept ringing in his head, god this is way too weird

"L.A. as in Los Angeles L.A?" asked Sam knowing full well how ridiculous that question sounded.

"Uh yeah...I don't know any other L.A... do you Sammy?" joked Jack.

"Why're you going there?"

"My sister's having a baby, and I promised her I'd be there for when he's born. My mom called earlier today and said that my sister's probabaly going to have the baby sooner than expected, so I'm rushing out there."

"Wow, I never knew you had a sister Jack," replied a puzzled Sam. How could he have known this guy for 2 years and not even know he had a sister?

"Well yea, we sorta...we sorta had a falling out when I left for Stanford, sorta like you and your family," replied Jack.

"Oh...I'm sorry,"said Sam sympathetically knowing full well how painful fallouts with your family can be. It had been so long ago but the memories were still rawn in his mind.

"Don't be, we're all good now...she even wants to name the baby after me!" exclaimed an excited Jack with a huge grin on his face.

"That's great man," replied Sam with a smile.

"So, where you headed Sam?"

Sam stood there silent for a minute...you went to Los Angele with Jack. What the hell, thought Sam

"I'm a...actually I was planning on heading out to L.A. myself."

Jack's jaw just dropped.

"You're kidding right Sam?"

"No, I'm serious, I have something to pick up over there." Well it wasn't a complete lie, he was going to pick something up, he just didn't know what that something was exactly.

"Well why don't you come along Sam! Dude we can road trip...Oh man Sammy, we'd have such a blast, it be just like old times!"

Sam couldn't help but smile at the excitement in Jack's voice.

"I'd love to Jack, but I've got some stuff I gotta sort out with my brother first, and I don't wanna keep you waiting, I'll just take a bus out there tonight."

"The buses aren't running this week," blurted out Jack. "Some sort of strike or something."

"Really? That's really weird cuz I could've sworn I saw one on our way here," replied Sam.

"Must of been a local bus, the buses running out to L.A. are haulted until further notice."

"Huh...just my luck huh!" Maybe this is why I end up going with Jack.

"Looks like you're road tripping with me!"

"But Dean..."

"Don't worry about him Sammy," Jack butt in. "Just call him from the car...and besides you'll grab what you need from L.A. and head beack here. It's a 5 and half hour drive, you can be back here tomorrow morning before he even wakes up."

He does have a point. But I can't just leave without saying bye to Dean, especially with the way we left things.

When they reached the ground floor, Jack stepped out with his luggage.

"You coming Sammy?"

"I uh..." stumbled Sam, he really didn't know what to do.

"C'mon Sam, you're not a kid anymore, your brother doesn't need to know where you are every minute of every day!"

"Yeah, but I should really say bye...we didn't exactly leave off on a good note when I left the apartment a bit ago, and besides I don't even have anything with me."

"Don't worry bout that, you can borrow some of my clothes and anything else you'll need...you'll only be gone one night. Look Sam, I'd wait for you to go and say bye but I really gotta beat the traffic dude...is this thing in L.A. important to you?"

"Very...very important," answered Sam.

"Well then, I think you have your answer Sam!"

Sam stepped off the elevator knowing full well that this was not going to go over well with his brother, and he really needed to apologize to Dean but Sam really didn't see a way around it though. Either he stay back and risk the chance that Dean doesn't change his mind, which would mean no car to go to L.A...or he goes with Jack and deals with Dean's wrath in the morning.

Right now the latter seemed like the best idea. He felt bad leaving without even apologizing...but Dean should know that Sam didn't mean anything he said and Jess...this could be the key, well is the key, according to Jessica. And he'd explain everything to Dean when he got back. Dean would understand...well he wouldn't at first but after, when he tells Dean that he knows how to bring Jessica back, then he'll understand...well at least Sam hoped he would.

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Thanks for leaving Dean alone Sam! This is almost too easy...Dean won't know what hit him...literally! MUAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH

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Sam starred out the window at the passing trees with a mix of emotions stirring inside. Guilt over everything he had said to Dean and leaving without even telling him, excitement over the possibility finding what he needs to bring Jess back, curiosity as to what it is that will bring her back, anxiousness because he had no idea what to even start to look for once he got to L.A., and last but not least he missed his brother…riding shot gun next to someone else on a long trip just felt wrong, so many times he'd look over and see Dean in the driver's seat but soon realized that it was Jack. He really wished Dean was here, he wished that they were doing this together.

"Earth to Sammy!"

"Huh," Sam turned his head to face Jack.

"Where the hell were you just now, I said your name like 5 times dude."

"Oh…sorry, I think I should call Dean," replied Sam.

"Man Sammy, you and that brother of yours…you two are like inseparable now huh?"

"He's my brother." And my bestfriend.

Jack just let out a laugh.

"What?" questioned Sam.

"Nothing," answered Jack looking at Sam.

"Dude what!"

"It's just…Idunno you didn't even mention you had a brother for like an entire year, and now…it's just weird to see how close you are to him," Jack replied as he moved his eyes from the road to Sam, then back to the road.

"Well if anyone should know how it is, it's you Jack. It's sort of the same thing with you and your sister, I mean hell, I didn't even know you had a sister till a couple hours ago!"

"Yeah…I guess, but me and her aren't inseparable like the too of you."

Sam was a little confused, Jack almost sounded bitter.

"Yea well, Dean's all I've got now."

"I'm surprised…I kinda thought you'd hate him after Jessica."Sam's neck immediately snapped to face Jack.

"What?"

"Well you know, I mean if he hadn't come back and taken you away for that weekend you may have been able to get her out before the fire consumed your whole apartment."

Sam sat there in utter shock. He knew that Jack was always outspoken, but to say something like this…well that was blunt, even for Jack. He really wanted to sock him in the face in that moment for even thinking of blaming Dean for Jess's death…and then he remembered that he had done the exact same thing just hours ago to Dean's face.

"It's not Dean's fault, we had a family emergency and Dean needed my help, what happened was an…accident…it's not Dean's fault."

"Yea, but still…"

"Dude! There's no but's, it wasn't Dean's fault in any way, end of story…and what's it to you anyway man!" Sam interjected.

"Whoa, easy Sammy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you man, I was just saying…"

"Well don't, you no nothing about Dean, he's the best big brother anyone could ask for!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," replied Jack clearly seeing that he had just managed to piss Sam off.Sam sighed and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry Jack, I didn't mean to snap like that, I'm just pissed off at myself right now, I said some pretty horrible things to Dean before I left, things I didn't mean at all…I just really need to talk to him."

"Well then, give him a call, I gotta call my sister anyways."

"Oh and Jack, when you're talking to my brother, please don't bring up that fact that I didn't tell anyone I had a brother my first year of Standford," Sam said as he starred at the ground ashamed. "I just wasn't in a good place at that time, and I just, I don't wanna hurt my brother's feelings."

"Sure thing Sam!"

"Thanks," replied Sam smiling at Jack.

They both took out their cell phones and made their phone calls.Sam scrolled down his list of contacts until he hit Dean's. He hesitated for a moment, not really wanting to tell Dean where he was, and that he had left without him. He wasn't sure if Dean was going to be more pissed or hurt, and frankly he hoped to hell that Dean would just be more pissed.

Sam pressed the call button and held the phone to his ear. One ring, two rings…

"Sammy!"

"Hey Dean."

"Where the hell are you man you've been gone for over 3 hours!"

"Yea…I know, about that…"

"Look Sammy…I'm…I'm sorry okay, for snapping at you, I just…just come back to the apartment and we'll figure it out okay, I promise not to freak out again, we'll figure out what the hell's going on.

Oh god, I was an ass and Dean's apologizing…he wants to help…shit why did I leave without him, I should've known he'd help…

"Dean…first of all, I'm so sorry for everything I said to you, you know I didn't mean any of it right?" asked Sam hoping to here a "yea Sam I know"

Silence, not a word from Dean but he could hear Dean breathing.

"Dean you know that right?"

"Sammy, just get back here okay and we'll figure everything out."

Oh god, Dean thinks I meant everything I said…how the hell am I supposed to tell him that I'm on my way to L.A.

"Dean…I…can't exactly-uh-come back- right now," stuttered Sam.

"Look man, you're angry at me I get it, just come back and I promise I'll listen this time."

As if Sam wasn't feeling guilty enough, this conversation was doing a world of wonders.

"No Dean…I like, can't…I'm uh…I'm sort of on the road."Silence again.

"What do you mean you're on the road, you don't even have a car," replied Dean breaking the silence.

"I know, I'm uh…I'm with Jack…on my way to…L.A." Sam held his breath as he said the last part.

Silence…

"Dean? Are you there?"

Sam could hear Dean's breathing and he could tell that Dean was either really pissed or really hurt…or both.

"Dean, I can hear you breathing, say something man," Sam pleaded.

After what seemed like hours to Sam, Dean responded.

"What do you want me to say Sam?" said Dean. His voice was low and Sam hated that.

"Idunno, yell at me or something! Look I'm sorry I know I should've told you I was leaving, I just…I'll explain everything when I get back I promise, I just need to go to L.A. to get something, I'll be back by sunrise I swear."

Sam held his breath as he waited for his brother to say something back. He was really hoping that Dean would yell at him for not telling him, but he really wasn't ready for what came next.

"I guess I should be used to this huh?" replied Dean in a low voice as he let out a sad snicker, not realizing that he had just voiced what he had meant to only keep in his own head as a thought. When he realized what he had just said he was quick to get off the phone before he blabbed more emotional stuff out and showed more vulnerability and hurt. "Just be careful Sammy…I'll see you in the morning."

And with that Dean hung up the phone. Sam sat there with his cell in his hand. I guess I should be used to this huh? Wow, Sam didn't know what to say. The hurt in Dean's voice spoke volumes and Sam felt like complete and utter crap. At least if Dean had just yelled at him, he could take that, but a hurt Dean…that killed Sam.

"You alright Sam?" came the voice beside him. Sam just kept starring at his phone as if he was willing it to disappear.

"Yea…"

"I take it that call with your brother didn't go so well?"I guess I should be used to this huh?...God, that kept repeating in Sam's head.

"I don't wanna talk about it," replied Sam as he slumped down in the seat and starred out the window.

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Dean placed his cell phone back on the table and slumped down in the chair. Why does Sam always do this…why does he just leave like that… Dean could never imagine just up and leaving his brother because he was mad, but apparently for Sam, it wasn't a problem.

Dean didn't like to admit it, but every time his brother just up and ditched him, it hurt. It hurt the time Sam left for Stanford, it hurt the time Sam left for California to look for his dad, and the time Sam left when Dean told him the secret…and it hurt now.

He'd never tell Sam that though. Truth was, Dean was getting accustomed to it, it didn't make it hurt any less, but he was getting used to it. Hid dad did the same thing when he was alive, leaving whenever he felt like, and coming back whenever he felt like.

Suck it up Dean, get over it! He thought to himself. Enough with the pity party. And with that Dean took all the hurt he felt and shoved it deep down inside him behind those massively thick walls he began to build when he was 4.

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They had been on the road for 5 hours, and were getting close to L.A.

"Hey Sam, I was gonna ask if you wanted to stay with us, but my sister said the house is a complete mess because everyone's getting ready for the baby."

"That's cool man, I can just stay in a motel," replied Sam. I practically live in motels anyway.

"Thanks bud, I'll come by and bring you some clothes, there's a motel about 10 minutes from my house."

"Alright."

A half an hour later they arrived at the motel and Sam checked in.

"I'll be back with some clothes in about 45 minutes, kay Sam? I'm just gonna go drop by the hospital and see my sister first."

"Yea, don't worry bout it, there's no rush," replied Sam with a smile.With that Jack, pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the street.

Sam went into his room and locked the door behind him. He didn't even know where to start. He was in L.A. and had no idea what the next step would be.He figured that he should probably go somewhere where there's a computer so he can do some research…even though he didn't know what type of research he'd need to do. Wow, he really hadn't thought this through. Sure Jess said the key to bringing her back was in L.A…but Sam had no idea what the key was, or where to even begin.

Sam decided that the first thing he should do is go find some food to eat because he was starving. He walked outside and saw a burger joint just across the street and decided to go there.He walked into the burger place and sat at a booth. He pulled his phone out and scrolled through his contacts until he reached Dean. He really wanted to call Dean, but he didn't think he could handle hearing the hurt in his voice again, so he shoved his phone back in his pocket and ordered a sandwich.

By the time he got back to the motel, Jack was already there with a bag of clothes.

"I thought you weren't gonna be back for a bit?" asked Sam.

"Yea, I just though I'd drop these off first then go see my sister."

"Oh okay, well thanks a lot Jack, seriously man, for the ride, the clothes, all of it."

"No problem Sammy, you're my boy, it was my pleasure! But hey, I probably won't see you for a couple weeks cuz I'll be out here, but if you're gonna end up staying longer than a night down here, let me know and I'll see if we can arrange for you to stay in the house with us."

"Thanks Jack, I'll let you know," replied Sam with a smile, as Jack got in his car.

"Oh and tell your sister I say congrats!"

"Will do!"

Sam walked back to his room, kicking some rocks on the way in. What the hell do I do now…

Just as Sam entered the room, he began to feel a little light headed, and then it happened again. The same pain he felt in the elevator shot through his head, and just like that time, everything went black and he was back in the same room as Jessica.

"Hey sweetie, can you help me open this jar?" asked a very live and healthy Jessica.

Sam stood there dumbfounded. What the hell is going on, I've already had this vision.

"Jess..."

"I can't get this stupid jar open, I swear sometimes I think I underestimate my own strength when I close these," laughed Jess.

This was weirder than the last time it happened. But this was his chance, his chance to ask her what the hell it was that he got from L.A.

"Jess, you know when I brought you back, what exactly did I get in L.A. that helped me bring you back." asked Sam as he took the jar from Jessica and loosened the lid.

"Um ok random," replied Jess. "Where'd that come from?"

"Jess please, just answer the question, it's important."

Jessica heard the seriousness in Sam's voice and thought long and hard about her answer.

"Well, you didn't really wanna talk about it but you mentioned some sort of potion and a spell…I'm not too sure sweetie, you and Dean were really hush hush about it, and I just never really asked.

Perfect…Dean! Dean will know, I'll just go ask him.

"Okay well, Dean will probably be able to answer that question better…where is he?" Sam asked looking around.

Jess stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Sam in disbelief. After a moment she walked over to him and placed her hand on his chest, and Sam could've sworn he saw saddness in her eyes.

"Sweetie, it's happening again, I think you should go rest for a bit."

"What? What's happening again?" questioned Sam.

This was the exact spot his vision cut off last time, but this time was different, it wasn't cutting out and Jessica was about to answer his question.

"Sam…"

"Jess, what aren't you telling me," Sam was beginning to get worried now.

"Nothing...are you sure you wanna go see your brother?"

"Of course I'm sure," Sam said a little more relaxed now.

"Okay, let me just grab my jacket and we'll go," replied Jessica with a smile.

Jessica came down the stairs and handed Sam the keys.

"We have a car?" asked Sam excitedly.

Jess let out a laugh. "Sam you really need to get some sleep."

"Later," replied Sam. "First I gotta talk to Dean."

So they got in the car and started driving. Sam soon realized that he had no idea where he was going. He figured Dean probably had his own place, since he clearly didn't live with them, but he had no idea where that place was.

"Jess, I um, I can't exactly remember how to get there."

Jessica looked at Sam, and he could tell that she seemed really worried.

"I'm a guy Jess, I've got horrible memory," joked Sam.

That made Jessica ease up a bit.

"Take a left at the next lights, and then a right at the lights after that."

So Sam did as Jessica said.

"And well, obviously you know from here, turn in here."

Sam looked at the sign well above the car hood.

Palo Alto Cemetery...

"What the hell," thought Sam. "Who the hell's Dean visiting at this Cemetery?"

As far as Sam knew there was no one buried here that they knew.

They parked the car and got out. Jess seemed to know where she was going so he just followed her. They walked past several headstones until they came to a stop. Sam looked around and couldn't see Dean anywhere.

"I don't see Dean, Jess," replied Sam as he moved his head from left to right, back to front, looking for his brother.

"And who'd he come to visit here anyways?"

Sam didn't miss Jessica's reaction to that question, she looked as if she had just seen a ghost.

"Sam…Dean's right in front of you," she said as she took his hand.

Sam's eyes immediately shot down to the tombstone in front of him.Sam's heart stopped as he read the engraving on the tombstone.Dean Winchester, loving brother and son, January 24, 1979- November 12, 2006.

Sam was sure he had stopped breathing, as he collapsed onto the grass. He could hear someone screaming, "NOOOOOOOOO"…and it only took a few seconds to realize that it was his screams, his agony that he was hearing.

Next thing Sam knew he was flat on his ass in the motel, panting and breathing heavily. He was too stunned and horrified by what he had seen, to realize the tears coming down his face.

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It had been a couple hours since Dean got off the phone with Sam, and he had started to do some research on the apartment building that they were staying in. He was following up on Sam's first vision, the one that made them come out to Stanford in the first place. He wanted to see if there had been any electrical surges, any unnatural weather, lightning storms, anything to suggest that the yellow eyed demon was around.

Dean decided to take a little breather and order some pizza. He was starving and he needed some fuel. He looked through the directory and found the closest pizza place.

As he waited for the pizza he pulled up some recent news paper articles on the internet. Nothing really stood out or grabbed his attention. This case just keeps getting weirder and weirder, thought Dean. There was nothing in there to suggest that anything supernatural was going on, or had been going on since Jessica's death.

Dean spent the next 10 minutes surfing the web looking for something…anything, to lead him in the right direction. Finally, after going through several articles, Dean found something. An article that had reported flashing lights in this building for weeks before Dean and Sam had got there. Finally something to go on! Just then Dean heard the knocking at the door. "Wow they weren't kidding when they said speedy delivery!" thought Dean with a smile. He got up and grabbed his wallet and headed to the door.

As he opened the door, twenty dollar bill in one hand and his wallet in the other, he froze as he saw in front of him, not the pizza guy like he had expected, but someone else.

Jack…but before Dean could say anything he saw the end of a baseball bat headed straight for his head and couldn't move away in time. He collapsed to the floor as the bat made contact with his head, and everything went black.

TBC- next part up tomorrow let me know what you guys think so far