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Chapter 17
It was the dream that had been plaguing him since they'd been at Bobby's.
Dean stared at the single drop of dark crimson that had lightly splashed onto the top of his hand.
With a shaky breath, Dean turned his hazel green eyes upwards... towards the hospital room ceiling.
A pair of dying moss-gree eyes stared back at him... They were filled with agony and accusation.
There was his baby brother, pinned to the ceiling with blood seeping through his flimsy hospital shirt from a gapping wound in his stomach.
" SAMMY!" Screamed Dean in absolute horror.
" SAMMY, JUST HOLD ON, I'LL SAVE YOU!" He screamed as he moved frantically to try and reached the young man pinned to the ceiling.
" No... you won't. You didn't... when it mattered." Whispered Sam as the flames erupted behind him.
Dean stared in shock at both Sam's words and at the ghastly sight playing out before his eyes as he watched his baby brother being slowly burned alive.
Then with a roar, Sam disappeared into the flames, but his voice screamed out one final time.
" WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE ME WHEN IT MATTERED DEAN? WHY?!!!!"
" SAMMY NOOOOOOOO!!!!"
" SAMMY!" Yelled Dean, still in the thralls of his nightmare as John was trying to shake him awake.
" Dean, wake up son! Wake up!" Said John urgently as with a final shake, Dean's eyes flew open and he sat bolt upright.
" SAMMY!" He gasped one final time as he shot upright, straight into his father's waiting arms.
John had to screw his face up to stop himself from bursting into tears as he held his son, the younger man panting against his shoulder.
" Sammy." Whispered Dean as tears welled and fell from his eyes. It was becoming a very regular thing for him, crying. He had no one to be all macho and anti-chickflick with.
" Dean... Was it the same dream?" Asked John once his throat had loosened up a little. He rubbed soothing circles over Dean's back and held his son tightly to him.
Dean nodded wordlessly against his father's shoulder as tears fell in torrents from his eyes.
" I should've saved him Dad." Sobbed Dean brokenly into his father's rumbled shirt. It was the most he'd spoken in days.
John knew from past experience that there were no words to ease his child's pain. Instead, he tightened his hold around Dean to the point of nearly crushing him.
Dean returned his father's embrace with a hold just as tight.
For the rest of the night, John simply held Dean until his oldest and only remaining son cried himself to sleep.
But, John didn't leave after Dean had all put passed out in grief and exhaustion. For the remainder of the night, he sat by his son's bedside, carding a hand through Dean's dark blond hair and crying softly to himself.
" What am I supposed to do?" He whispered to no one in particular. He let out a small sob as he took Dean's right hand into his own.
John ran his thumb gently over the raw-rubbed skin of the back of Dean's hand. The place where a single drop of blood had once stained it.
Fifteen days, it had taken Dean fifteen days to finally wash Sam's blood from the back of his right hand.
Fifteen days had passed since John and Dean had watched their beloved Sammy had been taken by the fire.
When morning came, Missouri was down in the kitchen making breakfast when John and Dean came downstairs.
The psychic felt her heart ache as she took in how haggard they both looked.
Dean, pale and with dead eyes.
John, worn and looking decades older than he really was.
The two men seemed to be working on auto-pilot.
John had been heartbroken by his son's death but Dean... Dean was absolutely devastated by his loss.
Breakfast was eaten in silence with both John and Missouri stealing concerned glances at Dean.
Throughout the week and a half since they'd arrived at Missouri's Dean ate very little and spoke even less.
Throughout the day, all Dean did was sit on Missouri's sofa and stare blankly at the T.V. And if he got tired of that, he'd go outside and sit on the steps of the back-porch, his eyes would stare off into the distance and he'd sit there, just sit there in silence for hours and hours until either John or Missouri would come and tell him to come inside for dinner.
Most days, John was no better. He hardly spoke a word and there was always a bottle of some kind in his hand.
He'd disappear and not tell anyone where he went but, Missouri knew where he'd be.
In the cemetary.
Sitting beside his beloved Mary's headstone.
Missouri herself would often sit by the window and think about the tall, lanky young man with deep, soulfull moss-green eyes and a smile that could put the stars to shame.
All three people however, avoided Missouri's garage and the 1967 Chevy Impala parked inside.
It had been left virtually untouched since John had parked it there that first day. The only other time anyone went near it was when John had popped the trunk open and gotten his and Dean's duffle bags.
And even that simple task had been nearly impossible to complete without John wanting hurl and start bawling at the same time as his eyes fell of the tattered green blanket that covered the backseat and the belongings in the trunk.
This car was the vessel that held all that was left of Samuel Winchester.
All of Sam clothes and his laptop were in the trunk and his long dried blood stained the backseat.
Both John and Dean knew that sooner or later, they'd have to clean out the blood from the backseat, just like Dean had had to clean off the blood from his right hand.
But maybe, they could do that nearly impossible task in another fifteen days. Right now, the two Winchester's had no clue as to what to do.
Sure, there was a terrible need for revenge in both of their souls.
Naturally, since they didn't know what was really going on, they focused their blame on the one obvious evil influence on their lives.
The Yellow Eyed Demon.
The Yellow Eyed Demon had taken their Sammy from them.
The Yellow Eyed Demon would pay dearly for this.
The Yellow Eyed Demon would pay dearly for everything it had done.
But for now, all Dean and John Winchester felt like doing was grieve.
And grieve, they did.
Meanwhile, in a place were half a year had passed by instead of just fifteen days...
Sam Winchester let out a small sigh as his eyes fluttered open, sleep slowly releasing it hold around him.
Moss-green eyes stared up at the ceiling, early morning sunlight dancing across the smooth beige surface.
It was then that Sam noticed a small, shuffle of movemet beside him, to his left.
He felt a smile spread across his face as he carefully turned onto his left side and stared at the lovely woman still sleeping beside him.
Alkaya lay on her side wearing a flowing, pure white, sleeve-less vintage nightgown, facing Sam, her heartshaped face serene and calm in sleep, a ghost of a smile on her lips. Her hair, braided in the thousands and thousands, lay fanned out around her head and shoulders, the morning light seemed to make her glow as it touched her pale, flawless, light caramel skin.
Sam continued in his silent admiring of the woman's beauty when Alkaya sigh and shuffled in her sleep, coming to lay on her back before once again settling back into her slumber.
The smile that graced Sam's lips grew a little wider.
Slowly, carefully, Sam reached out with his free hand.
His fingertips lightly traced a single braid of her ebony black hair before he let it go and reached out towards Alkaya, his hand coming to rest over her stomach.
More specifically, he gently pressed his palm over the tiny, almost unnoticable little bump that protruded out against the silky fabric of Alkaya's nightgown.
Carefully, Sam leaned down till he was about a breath away from where his hand was.
" Good morning little one, it's me, it's Daddy." He whispered with a soft smile as he gently caressed the bump with his thumb.
Three more months had passed by, making the grand total six months in this alternate reality of sorts, he was halfway through.
He'd absorbed through half the library, gained further but not complete control of his abilities, new abilities had come out of dormancy like the ability to melt into a white mist and pass through solid objects. He could also see through walls and lift up heavier objects with his telekinesis.
But there was one new developement that trumped everything else.
Samuel Winchester was now an expectant young father to be.
Alkaya was now one and a half months pregnant with his child.
Sam's smile grew a little bit wider as he remembered with great fondness and a barely stiffled chuckle, the day when Alkaya had dropped yet another bomb on him though, this one was a bomb of happy, life-changing news.
Sam let out a small huff as he stared out at the calm, serene waters of the lake.
He'd left the house somewhat confused and concerned.
When he'd woke up this morning, it had been to an empty bed and the sounds of someone retching in the bathroom.
He'd gotten up and saw Alkaya heaving over the toilet.
" Hey, you alright?" He asked as he crouched down and laid a gentle hand on his girl's shoulder.
" Y-Yeah, probably just something I ate. I mean, we did have shrimp last night." Said Alkaya wearily, her normally flawless palor was now a bit sickly green as she stared back miserably at him.
Then with a small groan, she turned back to the toilet and began heaving once again.
He'd winced as he rubbed a soothing hand over Alkaya's back and held her long hair back for her while she continued to expel the contents of her stomach.
Once she was done, Alkaya climbed up on unsteady feet and stumbled to the sink.
He'd stood hovering behind her as she gargled and splashed water onto her face.
Alkaya tried a few steps when a wave of dizziness had washed over her. Without a word, Sam had moved into action.
Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, Sam hooked his other arm under Alkaya's knees and easily hoisted the woman into his arms.
He'd carried her out of the bathroom and gently set her down on the bed.
" Just take it easy. Do you need anything?" He'd asked.
" What're you my mother? Don't worry about it Bean Stalk, I just need to lay down for a while, I'm fine, honest." Reassured Alkaya as she carded a hand through his hair.
" Why don't you go have breakfast and practice, I'm just gonna go back to sleep."
Reluctantly, he'd nodded and pressed a kiss to Alkaya forehead before he dressed into a pair of jeans and a vintage grey t-shirt.
With a final reluctant and concerned look at Alkaya, Sam had walked out of the bedroom he now shared with the pale eyed woman resting on the bed, who still looked a shade of sickly green.
Sam had taken an apple from the kitchen and headed outside to the lake, where he found himself now, a full hour had gone by since he'd left Alkaya to her rest.
" Sam?" Came the very soft and hesitant voice of Alkaya from behind him. Even on shaky legs the woman could still sneak up on him.
Sam turned around sharply and came face to face with a haggard and very shell-shocked looking Alkaya.
" Alkaya, what're you doing out here? I thought you were resting?... What's wrong?" The questions had spilled out in rapid succession from his mouth.
Alkaya had simply stood there, trembling slightly as the blank look on her face slowly changed to one where she looked ready to burst into tears.
In all the time he'd known her, he'd never seen Alkaya this close to loosing it. Ever.
" Alkaya, tell me what's wrong?" Asked Sam quietly, feeling dread slowly begin to seep into his heart.
" Sam... I... I'm..." Alkaya began as her composure began to waver, she too was scared, shaken beyond belief by what had been revealed to her back at the house, by the Higher Powers.
" Your what?" Asked Sam as he reached out and gently gripped Alkaya's face in his hands, his own eyed were wide and fearful.
Alkaya blink furiously and licked her dry lips before she spoke.
" I'm... I'm pregnant."
There was a deathly still silence.
Moss-green eyes gawked back at pale, wolf-like blue ones.
" You're what?" Whispered Sam dumbly once his ability to speak had returned.
" You heard me, I'm pregnant." Repeated Alkaya miserably.
It was then that the world had begun to spin around and around for Samuel Winchester.
" SAM!" Yelled Alkaya as she'd watched the youngest Winchester's eyes roll up into the back of his head as he toppled backward... straight off the pier.
With a hug splash, Sam had disappeared under the waters of the lake.
Alkaya had jump in after him and used her powers to lift him out before he could drown.
When Sam had come to, it had been to Alkaya pounding on his chest, trying to get the water out.
The second he'd gotten his head on straight, he all but pounced on the pale-eyed woman. He'd wrapped his arms tightly around the woman he'd come to love with all his heart, all the while apologizing profusely for what he'd done.
The apologies had then turned into yells of disbelief.
A little while after that, the yells of disbelief had turned into breathless laughs of confusion and giddiness.
After the laughter had faded, there were quiet voices, agreeing to the future, agreeing to the new life that had been created through the consumation of love, agreeing to just be.
Sam was shaken from his stroll down memory lane when he felt a hand gently card through his long locks.
He looked up at met a smiling pair of pale blue eyes.
" Hey there Bean Stalk." Said Alkaya, her smile growing a little when she noticed the hand resting over her stomach.
" Hey back." Whispered Sam with a smile before he leaned up and pressed his lips to Alkaya's.
Alkaya let out a small sound of approval before she wrapped her arms around Sam's neck and deepened the kiss.
All the while, Sam's hand never left the little bump that graced Alkaya's stomach.