Chapter 6

This was strange, wasn't he dead? He was coming to, he could hear voices, and he could hear his brother's voice.

"Dad, Sam won't wake up, this is crazy… he's been asleep ever since you left… he's been so sick, I'm scared… we need to take him to the hospital…"

"Dean, I know you're scared, so am I, but you know we can't take him there, it wouldn't be safe. We've already been there three times in the past two weeks, and they'll alert social services if we go again."

"Dean?"

"Sam, you're awake!"

"Good to see you talking buddy!"

"Am I dead?"

"What, of course not." Dean said, with a confused look on his face.

"What happened?"

You weren't feeling good, and you went to sleep, that was a week ago, haven't been able to wake you up, and you had a really high fever, you really scared me there Sam."

"Dean why don't you leave your brother and me alone so we can talk, okay, go get some food, and make sure to buy a couple of sports drinks for Sam okay."

"Dad, I want to stay with Sam."

"That's an order!"

"Yes Sir!"

With weary eyes he watched his dad sit on the edge of his bed, and heard Dean close the door angrily behind him. As soon as he had left, his dad embraced him in a big hug. Sam could hear small gasps coming from his dad, and he realized that he was crying.

"Dad, are you crying?"

"Sam, you scared us, you wouldn't wake up, and we didn't know what to do."

"I'm sorry dad, I won't do it again."

With that said, his dad stiffened up, the moment was lost.

"Sam it wasn't your fault, why would you think that I would blame you for this, you just scared us, we thought we had lost you."

"I thought I was lost to."

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Sam was confused; he didn't know which world was real. The normal one or this new one. All he knew was that his brother and his dad were here, so he knew he was safe.

He looked around; he had thought he was dead. He was raised a Christian and he had believed that when he died he would go to either heaven or hell. He had been a good kid so he had always believed that he would be going to heaven, but there was no way that this was heaven, he was stuck in some crappy motel room, so he had come to the conclusion that he was not dead.

His brother had come back with food, and he had gladly eaten it, because it felt like he hadn't eaten in a week, which apparently was true.

"Dad, why we are in a motel room, and where is mom?" as soon as he asked that question, he regretted it. A shadow of hurt came over his dad's face, and he swore he saw a tear roll down his cheek.

"Sam, you know what happened to your mother, so please don't play stupid."

He was so confused, but he didn't dare ask again.

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That night he couldn't go to sleep, and he was left to think. He remembered all those visions that he had had in his other life, the life which he now understood to be one very long and realistic dream. Why could he remember the details of the dream so vividly but he couldn't remember anything about his real life, so he laid there on the bed, desperately trying to remember.

Suddenly it all came back to him, just like the visions he had before. There were flashes of different memories, but this time he saw his entire life, his real life. There were the images of hunts, of crappy motel rooms, prank wars, fights with his dad, he now remembered it all.

The experience was proving to be painful, and he couldn't contain the moans of pain coming from his mouth. Through the images, and memories, he could hear the cheap motel bed creaking and could feel his brother shaking him, could hear his brother calling his dad. He was half lost to the vision, and half in reality.

'Dad…wrong… sick… Sammy, Sammy…'

'Dean… stop your hurting…"

Finally the tirade of images stopped, and he was able to open his eyes. Someone was holding him, it must have been Dean, because he could see his father's face overtop of his. He looked so scared.

"Buddy, you okay? You scared us again."

"Dad, we need to get him help, he needs to go to the hospital."

"I know Dean, but not here."

The blackness was coming, and he was so tired, he hoped he wasn't dieing again. He closed his eyes and let the darkness take a hold of him.

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He woke up to the familiar growl of the impala; he could feel the hard seat against his back. There was something heavy on top of him, which he recognized as his dads leather jacket.

He slowly started to sit up, but a wave of nausea washed over him, so he decided it would be better to lie down than to sit.

His movements didn't go unnoticed by either one of the two older Winchester's, but neither one of them were trusted their words at the moment so no one spoke. He could see his dad's eyes staring at him in the rear-view mirror, and Dean had turned 180 degrees to look at him. His hand was on his head brushing his bangs off his forehead, which he hadn't realized had been plastered there.

His brother's hand stayed on his face for a moment longer until he grabbed his hand. Dean looked him in the eyes and said "its okay Sammy, don't be scared, you're going to be okay."

Sam was confused again, and he didn't feel good. His head was pounding, he felt like he was going to puke, and he was having problems staying awake. One thing that was clear to him was that his family was scared; he could see by the looks in their eyes that they were very scared. But why? What had happened, and why was his dad driving so fast?

"Dean… where are we going? Are we moving again?"

"Sammy…" Dean said his name like it hurt, he was starting to scare Sam. "We're heading to the next town over. You're sick, and you need help. We couldn't go to the hospital in Lawrence, so we're heading to the next closest one."

"Why are we in Lawrence?"

"Dad needed to talk to Missouri about some stuff, and we were taking a break for awhile. Then dad got a call from Bobby telling him about a poltergeist in Indiana, so he left us for awhile, and that's when you got sick. Don't you remember any of this?"

"No… Dean where are we going?"

"Sammy…" he could hear Dean trying to hold back tears, "I just told you, we're going to the hospital."

"NO! No hospital, I don't want to go to the hospital." Sam hated hospitals.

He started to thrash around on the back seat. He heard his dad swear, and then felt the car swerve until coming to a complete stop.

"Samuel Winchester, stop it!" He felt to strong hand hold him down on the seat. When he opened his eyes again he was met with his father's.

"Sam, please stop, you're sick, and you need help, there are no other options."

"No, no… no. please dad, no… NO!" he was too tired to fight against the strong hands anymore. He was still staring up at his dad's face, but he couldn't make his limbs work.

The nausea that had been a constant in his stomach before now came to its peak, and he once again started to thrash trying to reach the door. His dad was yelling at him, but his brother understood. Eventually the hands let go, and he leapt for the door. As soon as he hit the hard ground he started puking up the fast food that Dean had gotten earlier. He continued to puke even when he had nothing left to give. He felt to sets of hands on his back, and when he was finally finished he collapsed into his dad's solid form. The darkness had once again claimed him, and his now limp body was being dragged back to the car.

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The darkness was constant, but now he could hear voices, and smell. It smelt like he was in a hospital. He could hear his dad's deep voice through everything else, he was talking to him. Sam could hear him, but he couldn't make out what he was saying. He decided to go back into the darkness, he was so tired.

This time he woke up fully. He opened his eyes, and he was assaulted with intense whiteness. He was scared, where was he, where was his dad and brother. He started to hyperventilate. He had to get up and find them, what if they had been hurt. He tried to sit up, and bring his legs over the edge of the bed, but two strong hands held him down. That scared him the most, he wasn't alone, so he did the only thing he knew to do in this sort of situation, he fought back.

He didn't have enough energy to fight properly so he just thrashed. The hands hold on him was stronger now, and he could hear yelling, he could hear more than one voice yelling.

"Help, Help, my son needs help."

"There were suddenly another pair of hands on him, and then something sharp pricked him in the arm. All of his energy was gone, the world was going fuzzy, and the darkness was coming back. He was now screaming, he didn't want to go back to the darkness, he wanted to find his family, and he wanted to know that they were safe.

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Darkness, but not like when his eyes were closed. There was light coming from unknown sources, but not much of it. He was calmer, things were clearer, he was in a hospital, and beside him was his dad asleep, his hands were resting on his legs. He could see Dean asleep in an awkward position in a chair off to the side. There was something in his noise. He pulled it out and saw that it was one of those things that gives you oxygen, but its name was escaping him. Hooked into his arm was an IV. What had happened?

He tried to shift to a more comfortable position, but the movements alerted his dad, and it startled him awake.

"Sam, buddy, you're awake. How are you feeling?"

"Tired."

"I would think so, you were pretty sick, you had a really high fever. We almost lost you."

"I don't remember."

"Why don't you get some more sleep, and then we'll talk in the morning."

"I don't want to sleep!"

"Okay, but just sit back, and rest for awhile. Are you hungry?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, I'll go get us some food."

His dad left the room, but their conversation had woken Dean up.

"Hey Sam, you're awake."

"Yep."

"I guess dad told you what happened?"

"Yep."

"Do you remember anything from before?"

"Yep… I remember having a vivid dream, mom was alive, and it was if none of the bad stuff that happened ever happened, we were normal."

"Really, and was there a tin man, and scarecrow to Dorothy."

"Shut up Dean, seriously."

"Okay I believe you, so what was it like?"

"It was nice, we were happy, but…"

"But what?"

"I died Dean, and that's when I woke up."

"How did you die?"

"I was riding the bus to school, and it crashed."

"Well then I'm glad that that life wasn't real, because no matter how annoying you are, life wouldn't be bearable without you."

"Dean, don't you think it's weird that as soon as we come back to Lawrence, I have a dream about our family, about mom."

"Ya, but it's just a weird coincidence."

"Ya, I guess."

"Hey Sam."

"Ya."

"What was normal like?"

"It was way over rated."

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So sorry about the delay, I have no excuses, I was just too lazy to update, so sorry. This was supposed to be the last chapter, and see Sammy is still alive and well, but I decided to add an epilogue, so it's not quite over yet. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and I'm sorry I haven't responded. I'm new to this site, and I just figured out how to respond… you know you're stupid when… so now I'll try to respond to peoples reviews. Please keep reading and reviewing.