On the Flip Side

Chapter three: Not done yet

By: Ambrlupin

Summary: John Winchester knew something was needed for his boys, even after his death. So he enlisted a little help after the fact. Now Dean has to deal with what he fears most, Sam's psychic powers, because well... They're not Sam's anymore.

Disclaimer: -sigh- Nope. I wish I owned them. But I do not. They'd take them away if I did.

A/N: Heh. Thank you guys! So much. Heh. I'm a senior in high school, so I'm always running around with graduation coming up, but I will update this for you. I promise.

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Dean let the phone fall from his hand, covering his face. He could feel the cold sweat beaded across his forehead and he shivered violently, even though it was a warm, sunny day outside. What was that?

He had seen himself get shot. He had seen it. He had even felt it, to some extent. Rubbing at his head, he took a few deep breaths that were supposed to calm him down. It only made it worse, because in Dean's mind, he didn't need to calm down.

He needed a large alcoholic beverage and his bed, cause he damn well wasn't getting enough sleep if he was having nightmares about himself dying. Only, it wasn't a nightmare, he knew that just as much as he knew that Sam was the one who had called him. Over and over.

He reached for the phone, but he just couldn't grip it. Sighing, he curled his arm around himself and closed his eyes. In a minute, he'd call him back in just a minute. He was relaxing in the seat, when there was a flash of light behind his eyelids, and he heard the gunshot again.

Jerking, eyes flying open, Dean's breath came out in a ragged hiss. Passing a hand over his eyes, he ran it through his hair. This was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. He was sideways with his car in a ditch, and he was clearly losing his mind.

Picking the phone back up, he dialed his brother's cell with shaking fingers. A vision? But no, that wasn't right. Sammy was the one with the psychic mumbo-jumbo, mojo shit. Not him. Not him.

Forcing his voice to sound clear, he answered his brother's loud, "Dean!" with his usual brotherly charisma and charm and asked Sam, politely, if he would mind getting his ass down the road to help back the Impala out of the ditch.

When Dean hung up and sat back in the seat, his hands were still shaking.

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The relief of Dean being all right was short lived when Sam finally managed to hitch a ride down to his brother's location and saw the Impala. "What the hell did you do?" He demanded, helping Dean slide from the window.

The car was almost completely on its side, front tires stuck up of the ground, the back window cracked from a nearby tree branch. Wincing, Dean ran a hand over the side as the tow-truck began to pull his baby from the ditch.

"Dean." Sam placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, and felt a shock run up his arm. He jerked it back, brow furrowed in confusion as Dean turned to look at him with a look that clearly said 'why-the-hell-are-you-touching-me-I'm-in-mourning.'

"The car will be fine - don't snort at me, Dean, I'm serious - How are you?"

Eyebrow raising, Dean shrugged. "I'm fine, Sammy." He was a little touched his brother cared, but irritated as hell that he wasn't caring about the car. Like he should. "Let's get the car back to the motel and I'll take care of it. We're done here."

"But...Wait, Dean...I don't think we are."

Dean paused, his face carefully wiped blank. "Oh...I think we are, and I'm the one driving. So what I say, goes. We're leaving."

"Dean-"

"End of story, Sam."

Sam Winchester stood as his brother stalked off toward the tow-truck, and couldn't help but wonder why it was Dean wouldn't even listen to him when he said they weren't done in Utah.

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'It just doesn't make any sense. Sam's the one with the powers, I'm the one who supplies the ass-kicking and the good looks. So why in hell am I getting visions?' Dean's mind was hard at work as he fixed the parts that had been thrown around underneath the Impala as it had spun out of his control. 'I mean... This isn't right.'

Neither was his work. Falling back on the pavement, Dean rubbed at his face. He had done everything wrong. Clamping his teeth on his bottom lip, he took apart all the work he had just done and started to redo it.

Something hit his foot and rolled off. Blinking, he slid his way out from under the car and looked up into a pair of wide blue-green eyes. "Hiya." Selene grinned, picking up the ball that she had accidently kicked at Dean. "Whatcha doin?"

A grin slid across Dean's face then, as he sat up, wiping his hands on his jean-clad pants. "Trying to fix up my car. What are you doing?"

"Playin." She said with a wide, toothy grin. She paused a moment before holing the ball out to him. "Wanna play with me, mister?"

Having recently told Sam off for wanting to stay longer, the logical thing would have been to decline the offer and continue working. However, he settled on door number two and took the ball from her hands. "Sure. But call me Dean, kay?"

"Okay mister Dean!" She chirped.

"Close enough." He smirked and tossed the ball to her.

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Sam was sitting at the table, one leg propped up on a chair, the other resting lightly on the floor. He was surfing his laptop for the tenth time, trying to find some idea of why they weren't leaving.

Print-outs and newspaper clippings of supernatural events in other states were spread out on the table around him, but Dean had hardly glanced at them on his way in to get a drink. It wasn't like him, to not want to go off and hunt.

Rubbing his face, Sam took a sip of the beer sitting next to him, and frowned when he heard his brother talking, followed by girlish laughter. Getting to his feet, and stretching, the younger brother opened the door, and his eyebrow rose.

"Die! Foul villian!" Selene laughed, taking a swipe at Dean with a wooden sword clutched in one hand.

"You'll never get me!" Dean dodged the sword tip, and started to run off, staying in the 'playing area' he had marked off from the Impala to the curb, a good two or three empty parking spots.

"Yes I will!" She laughed, giving chase, easily catching up on the slow Dean, pushing him to the ground.

"All right, all right! I give!" Dean chuckled, Selene standing over him triumphantly, poking him in the shoulder with the sword. "The great warrior has defeated me, aahhhahhh- Sam?"

Amused by the abrupt change in his brother now that he knew he was watching, Sam crossed his arms. "Oh, by all means, do continue."

Gently patting Selene on the shoulder, Dean got to his feet. The little girl pouted up at him, but he ruffled her hair. "It's getting late, why don't you head on inside and get something to eat."

Selene's face brightened, and in a shy voice she murmurred, "Will you be here to play tomorrow, Mister Dean?" Her innocent eyes blinked up at him.

"Yeah.. I'll be here tomorrow." Dean's smile was for her, but his eyes were on Sam.

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Heh. It's a little shorter than normal, but that's because I'm finishing this at 5:30 in the morning. So...yaah. Got a little parental!Dean in there... Cause Selene is just so cute like that. Well, let me know what you think, kay?