Summary: With Dean still in an coma, Sam and his father had decided to go on with there mission. On the final battle John dies leaving Sam alone. Now Sam is the only one to take on the family business. But what if he doesn't want to. Who will save the people now? …Short story…

Your Welcome

By Venetrixis

Chapter 2

Miss me?

One year later…

A women ran rapidly down the streets of Los Angeles, turning from alley to alley. She made another desperate turn, hoping that she would get rid of the people chasing after her. She had been running for almost an hour now. She had screamed for help but no one had answered her plea's... As a tourist from Turkey she didn't know that people hardly looked out to see the people screaming for help. They instead ignore it, but if she had yelled FIRE! then she would at least have gotten someone's attention.

She ran down the large empty streets, running across it as she looked around to see if any car or people were near by. After another few minutes she finally saw a cab going down the street. She ran towards the car, waving her arms franticly hoping to get its attention.

The car made a dramatic stop, hitting her on her legs causing her to fall on the floor. She ignored the pain coming from her legs and ran towards the driver seat, as a man came out of it.

" Lady! You okay?"

" Please help me!" She pleaded, fear in her eyes.

The man looked at the women in front of him. Her cloths disheveled and dirty. The cloths were foreign to him, and by the look of them it also looked old.

" Look lady, I don't have time to give you money!" He said trying to get back into his car.

" Nooo!! Noo!! I need your help…. Something is after me." She said, tears already in her eyes.

The man looked at her, concern in his eyes. " What's after you?"

" I..I..I don't know…"She said, her eyes wondering around to see if they were behind her.

The man looked at her again, this time looking like she was crazy. He thought that she probably was crazy. Her clothing, the dirt mark all over her face and clothing made her looked like she lived on the streets.

" Did you see their faces?"

The women paused to looked at him, not wanting to answer his question. " They…had no faces." She said, fear still in her eyes.

The man looked at her again, now a little scared. " Look lady… I don't have time for this…go along and play your little games." He said while trying to go in his car.

" Noo!!… Please… help… mee…" She begged, she didn't want to be left alone. She didn't want to run any more. She wanted to be helped, she wasn't lying or crazy, but she also knew that she probably looked like one. She looked at the man one last time, her eyes still pleading at him.

" Look… I'll call the police…Okay…and they'll help you." He said, putting his hands in the air trying to calm her down. He reached for his phone, which was on the glove compartment of the car. After finally getting it, he looked up at her but saw that she was no where to be seen.

She ran again, hearing them close behind her. She made another turn, running down the allay. After a minute of running she reach the end of the allay finding no ways of getting out of it. She turned behind her, as she saw them on the other side, running towards her. She backed herself up the wall, as they round around her.

" Please…" She begged, as she watched them gang up around her. Knives in their hands.

Screaming was heard a few seconds later, as the women was stab to death multiple times. Back in the allay, the women was seen on the ground, blood all over her, her eyes still open.

" Sam..." The dead women said as she moved her eyes looked at him.

Sam woke up from his sleep. His breath heavy from the dream he just had, his hair and body sweating. He had been having dreams like these for about a few months. All different women, from all over the world. Sam reached up for his clock on the side of the table, as he allow himself to set up right. Five o'clock flashing at him in bright red.

He took another deep breath as he placed himself back down. Images of the women still in his mind. All of the dreams were all the same. Different but all the same. Each of the women dieing and each of them looking at him from his dream and saying that same thing…his name. Why did they call out to him? Why did they say his name… he really didn't know. He thought that after they had defeated the demon, things would go back to normal. The way things were suppose to be…normal.

He place his hands on his head, whipping the sweat away from his face. These dreams were not normal dreams and Sam knew that. But for some reason he couldn't bring himself to save them… that is if they were still alive.

Sam took another look at his clock, 5:22 he read. He needed sleep he thought. He turned to his side, trying to get back to sleep only to be interrupted by the ringing of the phone. Sam took another deep breath as he swung the sheets of his lean body, stood up and walked to the phone. His silhouette foreshadowing all the muscles in his body.

" Hello."

" Hello, may we speak with Sam Winchester?"

" Yes! This is he."

" Hello Sam. I'm Kathy from County Sea View hospital.. We.."

" Is this about Dean?"

" Yes… We would like you to come and talk about the matter in person."

"Okay I'll be there."

Sam walked in the room numbered 463, opening the door slowly. Sam looked around the room, only to see a body in front of him, its face unknown because of the curtain hiding it. Sam stood there, looking at the body in front of him. His heart racing with each second, anticipating the truth that was in front of him. Sam walked slowly to the body his eyes in the brink of tears.

" Took you long enough!"

Sam jumped from his place, turning his head to the direction of the voice.

" Miss me?" Dean said, a cocky smile across his face.

Sam stared at him slightly confuse on what's going on. Sam opened his mouth then closed it and instead stared at Dean as he looked at the body in front of him.

" Poor guy… Died this morning." Dean said, taking the curtain and closing it so the body would not be seen at all.

" Dean…your…" Sam began, trying to find better words to explain what just happened.

" Handsome…alive… walking…hungry…feeling expose." Deans said lifting the hospital cloths 2 inches up. " My ass feels windy… and cold… I feel a breeze on my back…. Did you bring any cloths?"

Same old Dean, Sam thought as a smile placed itself across his face. " You've been sleeping for a year. And that's how you greet me."

" Its better then what your doing. I don't stand there with your newly cut hair… which by the way looks like mine… I can't be seen with you anymore… they might think that I'm gay hanging around with you… Got to keep the image Sam."

" Nice to see you too Dean." Sam reaching out for a hug.

" Wow.. There buddy… no chick moment."

" Its just a hug." Sam said his arms wide. " It's a brotherly hug."

Dean looked at him, his eye brows raised. " No one's here to see."

"I haven't seen you in a year…."

Dean still stood his place. Sam running out of reasons why he should get a hug.

"Give me a hug Dean… Or.." A smile on his face. " I'll let you walk out here with those cloths."

" You wouldn't?"

" Wanna bet…"

With a deep sigh Dean gave into Sam's request. Hugging his little brother for a few seconds before lapping him on his head.

" Ow."

" That was for all the days I miss…and you were holding tight."

Sam rolled his eyes before stepping out of the room. " I'm going to get your cloths…. And I'm glad your back."

Dean sat in a seat near Sam. It had been a hour or two since they left the hospital. Dean had been told about what had happen after his coma, of his fathers death and the current occupation Sam was taking. Sam had gotten himself a job as a guidance counselor at the old high school they use to go to.

Dean watched as Sam would call it 'counseling' the kids. All of which Dean thought were crazy, and some just plain love struck.

First student.

" Why are you here?" Sam said.

" I did something to a guy." Student number one Dean thought.

"You did something to a guy…Why?"

" He picked on me."

"What did you do to him?"

"Jumped him in the parking lot and bashed his head on the pavement."

Dean stared at the girl, she was so thin and weak looking. To think that she could beat a boy up like that. Dean held back a laugh after getting a look from Sam.

Second Student

" Why are you here?"

"I have boy issues."

"What are your issues about?"

" I like this guy… but he's older then me. What should I do to get him to notice me?"

" He's probably not worth it."

" But I think he is… He has these most amazing hazel eyes. His lips lick able. His brown hair grabble. His tall and lean. Is a good listener."

Dean stared at the girl, maybe 17 of age as she switches her legs showing off more of her skin to Sam. Dean looked at Sam who was looking at the girl in front of him.

" I think you should go back to class." Sam said firmly as he watches the girl sway her hips on her way out. Dean chuckling next to him thinking there goes crazy bitch number two.

Third student

"How may I help you?" Sam said looking at the boy in front of him.

" Will you go out with me?"

Dean looked up at the man in front of him, a smile across his face. Sam paused, not really knowing what to say to him.

" I'm sorry but this guy here… is taken." Dean said after Sam had remained mute for five minutes. Leaving the boy in the brink of tears. " He's mine." Dean smiled, his arms on his shoulder. The boy looked at Sam, wanting a confirmation from him. Which Sam gave by smiling and nodding his head.

See…He's mine.. Better luck next time." Dean said as he watches the boy leave the room before turning to Sam.

" I still don't get why you took this job?" Dean said.

"It pays well." Sam mumbled before turning to look at Dean. " Do I look gay?"

"All the time… Sammy… all the time." A smiled plastered on his face.

Authors note: I really hate this chap… but I don't' care… b/c I'm tired and going to sleep gnite people.