Sorry for the delay in updating this folks but had a bit of writers block and lost my way a bit with this one.

So I spent a bit of time working on Winchester Vs Clarkson, and then moved house.

At last!

We'll Meet Again Chapter 5

The Road So Far…

(Ok. It's corny I know but I've always wanted to say this…)

"Previously, on Supernatural…"

The Queen Elizabeth Hospital Kings Lynn NHS Trust, UK.

The voices in the darkness seemed to grow sharp, angry talons, booted feet stamping on sodden ground, it grew, became louder, the sound of someone shouting out drill commands…and more songs came out of the black, sending an icy chill up Dean and Jay's spines.

My old man,

said follow the van,

and don't dilly dally on the way…

… The darkness entered Sam's room.

It bore bayonets and bullets.

And with razor sharp precision…

…it halted.

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(And of course followed by the inevitable…)

Now…

The silence was somehow even more frightening than the songs and marching feet. It hung there in the darkness menacingly, watching. For all its stillness, the dark seemed alive.

And as Dean and Jay moved even closer to Sam's bed they stared at each other with no small amount of fear.

The crash of military snare drums suddenly shattered the silence causing the two hunters to jump violently.

Breathing heavily, Jay cocked her head to one side in recognition of the beat. "Funeral march." She glanced at Dean, "Whatever this is it's here for Sam."

Dean nodded then turned his head and stared hard at the sheer nothingness before him in bewilderment. And then he realised that it was more than that, more than nothing. He caught the glimpse of deeper shadows, the odd glint of metal, figures standing ramrod straight.

Sniffing slightly, the scents of boot polish, gun oil, blood, sweat, anger and despair invaded his nostrils, just for a second.

It didn't take a genius to understand what this was:

WWI British soldiers had returned for some reason, had followed his brother.

What he couldn't figure out was why here? Why now?

Sam, what the hell happened to you on that stairwell?

As suddenly as it started, the drums stopped.

Jay and Dean watched warily as the darkness faded, and the world came back.

Lights flickered back to life in the corridors outside Sam's room. Doctors and nurses, and even the odd radiographer and pharmacist could be seen scurrying about, tending to their duties diligently. Hospital life carried on as though nothing had happened.

Staring out the window to the room, Jay raised her eyebrows in mild shock. "Well, that fairly put the shits up me enough for one morning."

Dean puffed his cheeks out for a second "Yeah, I may need a change of underwear myself."

Before either of them could start the ball rolling on the what the hell was that all about? conversation, their attention was grabbed by a low pitched groan from Sam, muffled by the oxygen mask.

Dean and Jay sat down simultaneously in the chairs on either side of the bed.

Dean leaned forward, placing a soothing hand on Sam's forehead. "Hey Sam? You ready to wake up little bro? Or you gonna sleep all day?" He spoke softly and reassuringly as his brother's eyes gradually opened.

Dean wasn't quite ready to heave a sigh of relief just yet, not until he'd heard Sam speak. He watched as glassy blue-green eyes stared at the ceiling for a long moment, before shifting to Dean. At first his stare was dull and blank, then confusion appeared to set in as Sam's brow furrowed.

Dean felt a little unnerved as Sam just stared at him. "Sammy? You ok there?"

Still his little brother remained silent.

Jay was watching the brothers worriedly, not wanting to interfere but desperately needing to know that Sam was alright.

Sam suddenly blinked rapidly several times and Dean could see recognition set in..

"Dean?"

"Yeah, it's me. You're gonna be ok dude, just need to rest up and take it easy. You gave us both a hell of a scare."

Sam's sluggish mind couldn't fail to pick up the "us" in that statement but it took him a few minutes to figure out what that meant. And when he finally did, he slowly turned his face away from Dean's to meet Jay's suspiciously bright green gaze. She smiled at him then leaned forward and left a gentle lingering tender kiss on his temple.

"God you frightened the shit outa me boy," Jay murmured as she moved back a little to look into his sleepy eyes. "You tryin' a gimme grey hairs or what!"

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Sam blinked slowly, and the world swam into focus.

Soft voices caressed his confused mind, and he felt loved and cared for. He managed to relax, and as though a switch had been flipped, Sam suddenly knew what was being asked of him, and more importantly who was doing the asking.

"Sammy. How you feeling?"

Eyes sluggish and at half mast, he responded to Dean's soft question.

"I'm ok. Just …tired." And unbelievably sore but he wasn't about to admit that.

Sam could feel the oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose; he itched to remove it, but just couldn't find the energy. "What happened to me?"

"We were hoping you'd be able to answer that."

He reconised that voice and he turned tired eyes on Jay and frowned in confusion

What ever had happened Sam was pretty sure Jay hadn't been there at the time…

…and that thought made him angry.

Dangerously angry.