On the Flip Side

Chapter five: This isn't right

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. Believe me.

A/N: It's short, but Im moving tomorrow. Got my plane ticket and all. So I'll see all my loverly readers soon, yeah?

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The asphalt was cool, after-effects from the rain they'd been having. The ball made loud sounds as it hit and came back up, over and over again. But there was no childish laughter, only sadness and a frown that wouldn't go away.

"Where are you, Mister Dean?" Selene whispered, wiping at her face and runny nose with her sleeve. He hadn't been around lately, and when he was, he didn't seem to want to play with her anymore. It hurt, but she couldn't tell her mommy. She got the feeling that her mommy didn't like them. Mister Dean and Mister Sammy.

The Impala was in its spot, but the drapes were closed in the room. She sighed and went back to bouncing her ball. She threw it down too hard and didn't catch it on its way up. Gasping, she ran after the rolling ball, trying to grasp it as it rolled.

Finally she managed to grab it, smiling to herself as she stood straight and looked up.

And screamed.

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Dean bolted up in bed, the little girl's screams still in his ears. Jumping up, he made it halfway to the door when he realized where he was. Pausing with his hand on the doorknob he looked out the window and saw nothing but black.

Turning around he vaguely made out the lump that was his brother in bed, and the clock flashing the damning numbers of 2:45. A dream then? Blowing air from between his lips, he rubbed his face, stumbling in the bathroom to grab the Tylenol bottle, taking a few before he stared at himself in the mirror.

"Am I losing my mind? Having nightmares? Me?"

"Dean?" A very groggy Sam called, sitting up a little in the bed. Having been woken by the light from the bathroom."You all right?"

"Yeah, Sammy. Yeah, I'm fine." He looked back at his own face, and calmly flicked the light off. Standing there for a moment more, he frowned and shook his head, moving to jump back under the covers and get some more sleep. The debate on whether or not to go see Missouri was still in effect and would return once they both woke up.

He needed his rest to deal with all that.

And yet, it was another hour before he finally managed to get that girl's screams out of his head so he could sleep.

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"Mister Dean!"

Looking over at the happy cry, he smiled at the little girl, and threw his bag in the backseat of the Impala. "Hey there, Selene. What's up?"

Those smart wide eyes looked between the bag and him, and her bottom lip came out in a

pout. "You're leaving. Aren't you?" Suddenly all thoughts of play were wiped clean from her mind. Play didn't matter. He was leaving.

For some reason, he had warning bells going off in his head. But he mostly ignored them. He was just going away for a little while. Just to see Missouri. His brother had won that debate. Damn Sam and his puppy eyes. Got him almost every time.

"I've got to." He replied softly, moving forward and taking a knee, brushing some hair from her face. "I have to go see someone really important. I don't have a choice. Are you going to be all right with that?"

Biting at her lip, she dropped her ball and flung her arms around Dean's neck, clinging so tightly it had the elder Winchester blinking in complete shock. He hesitated, and then he hugged her back tightly, not even noticing when Sam came out to join Selene's mother by the doors.

"I'm sorry about my daughter."

Sam shook his head, eyes mostly glued to the most interesting picture his brother was making. "Don't be. I think she's been an influence on my brother." he looked over and smiled at her. "By the way, I'm Sam." He held his hand out.

She laughed, taking his hand. "That's right. I never did introduce myself. I'm Cheryl."

"It's nice to meet you." He nodded, but frowned. "Um, if you don't mind me asking..." His eyes flashed back between her and Selene. "Her father.."

She shook her head sadly. "Died when she was just a baby. That could be why she's clinging over your brother so much. I really am sorry about that, by the way..."

"Don't be. Really."

This was a side of his brother he'd only seen once or twice, and it was rare enough as it was, so he let it go and didn't disturb them. He'd long since given up on trying to figure his brother out. Dean Winchester was a mystery. Even, sometimes, to his younger brother.

Kissing her forehead, Dean let her go, ruffling her hair. "You be careful, all right kiddo?" He flashed her a smile, getting to his feet. "Sam! Let's go."

Selene ran back to her mother, ball in hand and waving. "Bye Mister Dean! Bye Mister Sammy!"

Sam blinked back at her, and slid into the passenger side, shutting the door with a slam. "Sammy?" He demanded of his brother, who only laughed and put the car in drive.

"What? Kids a natural." winking, he hit the gas and they zoomed out of the parking lot, turning off toward Lawrence with Dean's laughter flying behind them on the wind.

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"Dean? Dean!" The last was accompanied by a shake to his shoulder and finally the elder turned to look at his brother, confusion in his eyes.

"What?" He demanded.

"Lights green." Sam replied calmly. "It has been for the past three minutes. Are you all right?" His face was shrouded in shadow. It was late, and they were well on their way. Things had been quiet, but he hadn't said a word, until now.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He shook his head slowly, rubbing at his eyes. "I just..."

"What?" He shifted, looking at him. "Maybe you need sleep. Maybe you're just tired. Come on, let me drive." He started to open his door, but bit off a curse as the Impala spun in a tight U-turn, and he fell back in, the door slamming shut with a crash. "What the hell, Dean?!"

"Something isn't right." He muttered, pressing down on the gas pedal even more, until they were zooming back along the dark streets. "How long will it take us to get back?"

"What?" Blinking, Sam shook his head. He just couldn't keep up. "Dean, what are you doing? Going back? Why?"

"Just answer the damn question, Sam!"

The younger blinked at the tone, and did some quick calculations. "It's four in the morning, so I'd say... a few hours.. Maybe late afternoon. Dean, what is going on?"

Dean didn't answer him, no matter what he said, or what he did. He just ignored him and drove. Straight back through the places they'd already been, dangerously challenging the speed limits in the way only he could.

But it was all too apparent when they pulled into the motel parking lot and came to a halt. Sam stared, openmouthed, and Dean was hiding behind the mask he put up to keep his emotions from showing. But even those were failing.

Red and blue, flashing in the air. Dean opened his door, stepping out and grabbing the nearest badge, flashing it at a cop that tried to keep him back. He walked, with determination and purpose, behind the police tape, and stopped short.

There was no telling what that speed would do to a little kid, but there was enough blood on the pavement to tell it hadn't been pretty. He felt like his heart was being squeezed and it was hard to breathe. He somewhat felt Sam coming up behind him, laying a hand on his shoulder.

"Dean?"

"I don't understand." He whispered, staring at the scene, at the crying mother, and the black body bag. At the red ball that looked so abandoned, just laying there. "This isn't how I saw it. It's wrong...It's all wrong."

Sam frowned at his words. "Dean...what did you just say?"

"This isn't right... I'm telling you. This isn't right!" He was moving, running, in no direction really, just trying to find the hidden cameras. The director yelling cut. Something. Anything. This just wasn't real. It couldn't be.

His brother, startled and slightly scared by his actions and words, he ran up, grabbing the other around the shoulders and pinning him to a wall to keep him there. "Dean. What did you just say?"

And just like that, the elder realized it himself, and stared at the other, confusion and even a little bit of fear in his eyes. "I...Sammy, I..."

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Slight cliffhanger, not too bad. How shall Sam react? How will Dean tell him. -WILL- he tell him? So many questions. Heh. Love you guys!