What is and What Should Never Be

Genna sat before the books in front of her, tapping her cell phone on her knee. Sam was on the phone with Dean, looking out the window.

"There's a cop car outside," Sam said as he sneakily looked through the blinds.

"You think it's for us?" Dean asked as he was driving down the road in the Impala.

"I don't know." It has been over a two weeks since they had seen Adonia. There had been no call or any kind of sign of her existence since she left. Genna couldn't help but to worry. Her cell phone was always in her hand, waiting for something, anything.

"I don't see how. I mean, we ditched the plates, credit cards," Dean said with a slight laugh over the phone. The cop car drove away.

"They're leaving. False alarm," Sam said with a deep exhale.

"You see, nothing to worry about." Sam walked away from the window.

"Yeah, being fugitives, freaking dance party."

"Hey man, chicks dig the danger vibe," Dean said with a big smile. Genna walked away from the clutter of books.

"Hey. This is Addie. Well, technically, it's my voicemail, but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks!" Before Genna could hear the beep, she hung up.

"So, you got anything yet?" Sam asked Dean as he watched Genna's frustration increase. Sam stood before the open books with John's journal on top. All books open to the same demon.

"Are you kidding me? How could I? You got me sifting through like 50 square miles of real estate here."

"Well, that's where all the victims disappeared," Sam laughed at Dean.

"Yeah, well, I got diddlysquat. What about you?"

"Just one thing, I'm pretty sure of it now. We're hunting a Djinn." Dean laughed at what he heard.

"A freaking genie? What? You think these suckers can really grant wishes?"

"I don't know. I guess they're powerful enough. But not exactly like Barbara Eden and the harem pants. I mean, Djinn have been feeding off people for centuries. They're all over the Koran."

"My God. Barbara Eden was hot, wasn't she? Way hotter than that Bewitched chick," Dean fantasized with a smile. Sam laughed.

"Are you even listening to me?" Genna put her phone in her pocket and walked over to Sam. Dean cleared his throat.

"Yeah, so uh, what to the Djinn's lair at?"

"Ruins usually. Uh, bigger the better. More places to hide."

"Yeah. I think I saw a place a couple miles back. I'm gonna go check it out," Genna could hear Dean on the other side and motioned "no" to Sam.

"No, no, no, no. Come pick us up first."

"No. I'm sure it's nothing. I just wanna take a look around." Dean hung up. Sam looked at Genna as she looked over the books.

"Still no sign from her?" Genna avoided eye contact and sighed.

"No. Not yet." Sam didn't know what to say. He didn't want to tell her everything would be okay; he wasn't even sure. He was worried too.

Dean opened the door, flashlight in hand and walked in. The room he entered looked like an old office. He looked around the place and walked along a wall with dimmed windows. There was a shape on the other side just behind him, but he didn't see it. He had a feeling and he knew he was being followed. He stopped just where the wall ended and the last window shown how the shape had stopped too, watching him. Dean pulled out his knife with blood on it, ready to strike. He took a deep breath and jumped out into hallway; it's empty. Dean looked back and forth a few times, and then started walking back the same direction he came from but this time in the hall. On his right among all the old things, he passed the figure, which was a Djinn. Dean didn't see it and walked on. Suddenly it attacked him, pinning him against the window wall. The Djinn looked like a bald man with black tattoos covering his body. He dropped the flashlight and the Djinn held his other hand that contained the knife up against the wall, slammed it a few times causing Dean to drop the knife. The Djinn opened it's left hand and it began to glow blue, his eyes did the same. It put it's glowing hand on Dean's forehead and Dean's eyes rolled up as they become washed-out blue.

Dean woke up in bed in an unfamiliar bedroom. The flat panel TV was left on with an old horror film playing on it. He popped up and looked around, wearing boxers and a necklace. He turned to his left to see Genna laying in bed, asleep. He put on jeans and a long sleeved shirt and walked out of the bedroom into the living room and turned on the lights. He took out his cell phone.

"Dean?" Sam asked confused.

"Sam?" Dean spoke in a low voice.

"What's going on?" Sam thought something was wrong.

"I don't know. I don't know where I am," Dean paced the room, looking around.

"What? What happened?"

"The uh, the Djinn attacked me."

"The Djinn? You're...drinking gin?" Sam asked with concern.

"No, asshat. The Djinn. The uh, scary creature. Remember? It put it's hand on me and I woke up next to Genna," he said pleased by it.

"Genna? Dean, you're drunk. You're drunk dialing me," Sam found it humorous.

"I'm not drunk. Quite screwing around!" Dean yelled, but tried to maintain a whisper to avoid waking Genna up.

"Look, it's late. Alright, go get some sleep and I'll...see you tomorrow. Okay?"

"Wait, Sam! Sam!" Sam hung up the phone and Dean looked at his. Sam laughed a bit and sighed. He closed a book titled, "Criminal Law & Procedure". Dean stood and looked around a bit for any kind of clues. He walked over to the kitchen table in the apartment and picked up a piece a mail that addressed:

Genavieve Belacqua

#53 Barker Ave.

Lawrence, KS 66044

"Lawrence?" Dean asked himself. The next two envelopes were addressed to Dean, same address as Genna's.

"What the hell?"

"Honey? What are you doing up?" Her red hair was worn down and she wore a white t-shirt and floral pajama shorts. Dean turned around with a nervous smile.

"Hey, Genna. Genna, uh, I just uh..."

"Aw, you can't sleep, huh?" Genna said kindly, almost in a cute fashion.

"Yeah," Dean said with a laugh. Genna put her arms around his neck, stroking his hair.

"Well, why don't you come back to bed and I'll rub your back until you do," she said with a smile.

"Sure. Yeah. In a minute. You-you go ahead."

"Okay. Don't stay up too long."

"No," Dean said assuring her he wouldn't. Genna kissed Dean, who was a bit confused about the situation and then she walked away. Dean looked serious but when she turned around he smiled to her to make her think all was well. When she was gone, his smile died and he had a look on his face that said "what the fuck?" and walked into the living room. He looked at a picture of Genna in a frame of her at the beach laying in the sand, an innocent picture. There's another framed picture of Dean and Genna at a wine tasting and one more which Dean has taken himself of the two of them, as you can see his arm going towards the camera and out of frame. Dean turned around, saw something on the other side of the room. He crossed it and picked up a frame, looked at it for a few seconds, then just dropped it and walked away. The frame crashed when it hit the floor, He ran out the door.

Dean drove up to a sidewalk and turned off the Impala. He drove to his childhood home. He banged on the door and rang the bell a few times. The porch light came on and the door opened. It was the middle of the night.

"Dean," Mary said.

"Mom?" Dean was in complete shock. His voice broke when he spoke to her and he was on the verge of tears.

"What are you doing here? Are you alright?" She asked and placed her hand gently on his right arm.

"I don't know," he said unable to break his stare.

"Well, come inside," it was clear that she was concerned like any mother would be. Dean walked in and Mary closed the door. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Genna just called and said you just took off all of a sudden," Mary walked into the dining room, but Dean stood by the door, still staring.

"Genna? Right. Let me ask you a question. When I was a kid, what did you always tell me when you put me to bed?" Dean was in disbelief. The next answer could change so much for him.

"Dean, I don't understand-"

"Just answer the question," he demanded harshly. She smiled slightly, a motherly smile.

"I told you angels were watching over you," Dean let out a small laugh with tears in his eyes. He started walking towards his mother.

"I don't believe it," to her shock, Dean hugged her tightly. She hugged him back, confused, and rubbed his back.

"Honey, you're scaring me," Dean backed off, "now just tell me what's going on."

"You don't think that wishes can, can really..."

"What?" She asked as he stumbled over his words.

"Forget it," he hugged her again knowing he wasn't able to for most of his life, "I get it. I'm just uh...happy to see you. That's all." He almost started crying, but pulled himself together and released the embrace. He looked down at Mary, who was quite tall for a woman.

"You're beautiful," he told her with a laugh. She laughed as well.

"What?"

"Hay, when I was uh...when I was young, was there ever a fire here?" He walked towards the wall where there was books and pictures in a large built-in, white bookcase.

"No. Never," she said certainly.

"I thought there was," he said quietly to himself as he looked at their old family photos.

"I guess I was wrong." There's another picture of Dean in a cap, looking "cool" into the camera. Another picture of Dean and his prom date, clearly taken at prom and another of Sam as a college graduate. Dean picked up another picture. It was in black and white and showed John, dressed in baseball clothes with a cap and a baseball bat in his hand, ready to swing, smiling at the camera.

"Dad's on a softball team," Dean said to himself. He turned around, Mary was looking at him seriously.

"Dad's...dad's softball team. That's funny to me."

"He loved that stupid team," she said in a reminiscing way. Dean looked at her, confused.

"Dad's dead? And the thing that killed him was a..." This was Dean's way of seeing if demon's existed in this new world.

"A stroke. He died in his sleep, you know that," Mary's concern was growing much stronger with Dean's questions.

"That's great," Dean said with a relieved smile.

"Excuse me?" Mary asked from insult.

"That-that's great. That he went peacefully, I mean. That...that sure beats the alternative," as in how he really died, but Mary wouldn't know that.

"You've been drinking," she said it in more a concerned tone, not so much disappointed.

"No, I haven't. Mom," the word felt so great to say.

"I'm just gonna call Genna and have her pick you up, okay?" It was clear that the Dean in this alternate world was a raging drunk and a addictive one at that. Trying to convince his family otherwise would be a hard task.

"Wait, no, no," he put his hand on the phone as Mary began to pick it up, "don't-don't do that. Don't do that. I wanna stay here."

"Why?" Apparently, that wasn't a common thing "Dean" would say.

"Because I-I miss the place. It's okay. You-you go to bed, okay?" He went over to the couch, sat down and looked around a bit. Mary walked up to him and stroked his face.

"Are you sure you're alright?" She asked kindly.

"I think so."

"Okay," Mary said with a smile and kissed her son's forehead, like all mothers do. He closed his eyes and looked as if his mother's kiss was magical. He couldn't have been happier. She started out of the room and stopped by the door.

"Get some rest. I love you."

"Me too," Dean said after mere shock of hearing the words come from her.

The next morning, Dean woke up on the couch. He sprang up, surprised to find himself still at his mother's house. He took out his cell phone and called Sam, but only the voicemail picked up, so he hung up. Dean went to visit a professor at a nearby university and posed as a student of his in order to get some information about the Djinn. The man wasn't much help to him, and like everyone else, thought Dean had been drinking.

When he got back to his car, he checked the trunk for his weapons, but all that was found was some used paper cups and Maxim magazines. To his surprise, he saw a girl across the street in a white dress and dark hair. She stood there, staring at him. Trying to talk to her, he started walking across the street and keeping eye contact. A car honked their horn at him as they almost hit him; she was gone.

Dean sat at the dining table eating a sandwich Mary made for him, grunting after his first bite.

"This is the best sandwich, ever!" He said with his mouth full.

"Thank you," she said from the kitchen.

"I tried to get a hold of Sam earlier. Where is he?"

"Oh, he'll be here soon," she said closing the fridge.

"Good. I'm dying to see him."

"Sweetie, I... Don't get me wrong. I am thrilled you are...hanging out here...all of a sudden," she quickly stroked Dean's chin, "but uh, shouldn't you be at work?"

"Work?" He asked blankly.

"At the garage."

"Right. The garage. It's where I work, yeah. No, I-I've got the day off," he snickered, "good thing." Dean looked outside and noticed the lawn needed to be mowed. Mary found it surprising that he would want to. Using only common knowledge, Dean mowed the lawn and sat on the porch with a grin on his face, drinking a beer. When a nice, blue car pulled up, his face turned to shock and he stood slowly.

"I can't believe it," he said to himself. Out of the car came a nicely, a brightly dressed Sam and Jessica, very much alive. He welcomed her with a tight hug that almost knocked the wind out of her.

"Jessica..." He said happily.

"You're uh...good to see you too, Dean," Dean laughed, "Can't breathe." Dean let go realizing that she doesn't know she's actually dead in real life.

"Sammy," Dean said happily as he walked over nervously.

"Hey." Dean had the biggest smile on his face.

"Look at you. You're with Jessica. It's-I don't believe it."

"Yeah," Sam said with a smile, even though confused.

"Where'd you guys come from?"

"We just flew in from...Califor-"

"California! Stanford! Huh? Law school, I bet," Dean said with a laugh. Sam motioned to the beer in Dean's hand.

"I see you started Mom's birthday off with a bang as usual."

"Wait, Mom's birthday. That's today?"

"Yeah. Yeah, Dean. That's today. That's why we're here. Don't tell me you forgot."

"Wha..."

Everyone arrived at the restaurant. It was an elegant restaurant that required a formal attire. Dean wore a long-sleeved, blue button-down shirt and black dress pants. Sam wore a black suit and golden tie. Jessica wore a simple black dress that revealed her cleavage. Genna wore a simple, but elegant blue dress that complimented her hair and eyes perfectly. They waited in the small lobby area, not to be seated, but for someone. Dean just thought it was a long waiting period, overlooking the fact that Sam made reservations for the place. It was his surprise to see Adonia walk in the door in her Greek, ivory dress with a drape on her right shoulder. She rushed to the door, but said thank you with a smile quickly to the man that opened the doors for guests.

"Sorry I'm late everyone. I got caught up at the hospital," Dean smiled.

"I'll be damned," he said slightly to himself. He walked over to her and hugged her tightly as he did everyone else.

"Never thought I'd see you again," Adonia gave a confused look to everyone over Dean's shoulder. Everyone shrugged back at her.

"What are you talking about? I only see you almost everyday. You do live with my best friend, remember?" She said with a laugh.

"Right this way," the waiter said as he realized the whole party was there.

The waiter brought Dean some asparagus tower of a dish that looked a bit odd to him.

"Wow...that looks awesome," he commented. Everyone laughed.

"Alright. To mom," everyone raised their wine glasses when Sam spoke, "Happy birthday." Everyone smiled and mumbled the words as well.

"Thank you," Mary said with a smile. Dean watched happily and proudly as Jessica and Sam shared a kiss, as did Adonia.

"I was really worried about you last night," Genna said to Dean.

"Oh I'm...I'm good. I'm really good," Dean said with a smile. Genna lead to his left ear.

"What do you say, later, we get you a cheeseburger," she whispered.

"Oh God, yes," she smiled, "how did I end up with such a cool chick?"

"Just got low standards," they laughed and he kissed her.

"Alright. Jess and I actually have another surprise for mom's birthday. Ah... You wanna tell 'em?" He asked Jessica.

"They're your family," she mumbled with a smile.

"Tell me what?" Mary asked, getting excited. Everyone was all ears. Adonia took another drink from her glass, knowing what was coming up.

"Alright," Sam said bracing them. He held up Jessica's left hand to show an engagement ring.

"Oh my God!" Mary exclaimed happily. Everyone stood except Dean and Adonia. Dean was smiling and taking it all in. Adonia reached for her phone slyly and her pager began to go off. Everyone turned to her as she stood.

"Oh wow. I really have to take this," she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. Sam watched as she left, concerned. Genna looked at Dean as if he should know what was going on, but he was clueless. She went after her and went to the only place she knew Adonia would be.

Genna stood outside the woman's bathroom that was only meant for one person. She could hear sniffing behind the door.

"Addie? Can you let me in?"

"No. I'm alright. It's uh...the call I got. Something bad happened down at the hospital," she opened the door, makeup smeared; clear sign of tears.

"Oh, Addie..." Genna hugged her. Dean came around the corner.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Dean, you know what's wrong." Dean stood there confused.

"I mean, he knew I was coming tonight. Couldn't he have waited to announce the engagement when I wasn't around. I would have found out eventually." Dean looked back at their table and back at the two friends.

"Oh. Well, uh, I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it," Dean said trying to make sense of the situation.

"Didn't mean anything by it? They used to be in love and he knows she still does." Adonia wiped her tears and straightened out her dress.

"I gotta go. Tell Mary I'll try to visit her sometime this week." Adonia walked past them and out the door.

"Addie." Genna said, then let out a sigh. She shrugged at Dean and they went back to the table.

"Is everything alright?" Mary asked Genna when she returned.

"Oh yeah. Addie had to run. Something happened at the hospital and she was needed," Sam could tell she was lying, but didn't say anything. Sam turned to Dean.

"Congratulations, Sammy. I'm really glad you're happy," Dean said with a hard handshake. Sam looked confused at Dean's words. Dean saw over Sam's shoulder the same girl from the campus that appeared ghostly. He walked past Sam and accidentally hit his shoulder. He kept pushing through anyone in his way to get to the girl. The second he looked down, she was gone. Everyone at his table stared at him in concern.

They returned back to Mary's house.

"So, Dean, what was uh...what was all that back at the restaurant?" Sam said as he and Dean walked away from the women.

"Ah. I-I thought I saw someone. Sure it's nothing." Sam nodded.

"And what about Addie? Is she alright?"

"Oh yeah. Just bad timing, I guess," Dean said without thinking. Sam was about to say something.

"Well, I had a lovely birthday. Thank you. Goodnight," Mary said to everyone. Everyone said goodnight.

"Yeah, I'm beat too. Ready to turn in?" Sam asked Jessica. She agreed.

"Wait a second. Wait a second. Come on, it's not even nine o'clock yet. Lets uh.. Lets go have a drink or something," Dean said.

"Yeah, maybe another time," Sam said rushing Dean away.

"Come on, man. Look at us. Huh? We both have beautiful women on our arms. You're engaged. Lets go celebrate." Sam smiled.

"Guys, can you excuse us? I just want to talk to my brother for a second."

"Sure, come on, Genna," Jessica said as they walked out of the room.

Sam and Dean had a short conversation. Sam just seemed to be uncomfortable with Dean's attitude lately. As it seemed normal to Dean, it was abnormal to everyone else. Sam and Dean only talk on holiday's and now he wants to hang out and talk all the time; like they truly do. Hunting is an alien word to Sam, which in this world, is the only connection they could possibly have; now it's gone.

Back at Dean's apartment, he sat on the couch in the living room, staring into space. Genna walked over to him and handed him a beer.

"My favorite. I guess you know me pretty well," he said to her. She walked around him and sat next to him.

"'fraid so. You alright?"

"Sammy and I...you know we don't get along."

"Well, you don't spend a lot of time together. I mean, I just think you don't know each other all that well."

"Hmm," he said while thinking.

"For the record, he doesn't know what he's missing," she said kindly.

"I can fix things with Sam. I can make it up to him. To everyone," he continued to star into space, in deep thought.

"Okay. What's gotten into you lately?"

"This isn't gonna make a lick of sense to you. But I kind of feel like I've been given a second chance. And I don't wanna waste it."

"You're right. That doesn't make any sense." Dean leaned in and kissed her as soon as she finished her last word, catching her by surprise.

"You know, I get it," he said only inches away from her face.

"Get what?"

"Why you're the one," he kissed her again.

"Whatever's gotten into you, I like it," he kissed her again, more passionately. She pulled away after a few seconds.

"Ohhh...come on. Don't do this to me now. I gotta get ready for work," she said as she stood.

"Go to work now?" Dean asked, disappointed.

"Yeah, I told you. I've got night shifts on Thursday's," she said from the bedroom.

"You work nights at the uh..." Dean went to the bedroom and saw he pull out scrubs,

"hospital. That is so...respectable." Genna smiled, facing away from him.

When Genna left, Dean turned on the TV and skimped through the channels.

"And today marks the anniversary of the United Britannia Flight 424 crash," Dean stopped on that channel.

"No, no. I stopped that crash." He got up and went to his laptop. He researched the crash and realized that in this world, all that he has done no longer existed. Many deaths occurred since he wasn't there to stop it.

Sam woke up when he heard noises in Mary's living room. He grabbed a baseball bat and headed downstairs. He took a swing when he saw a man in the china cabinet, but was forced to the ground to see Dean holding him down.

"That was so easy. I'm embarrassed for you.," Dean said with a laugh.

"Dean? What the hell are you doing here?" Dean helped his brother up.

"I was looking for a beer," Dean said playing along with the alcohol kick.

"In a china cabinet?" Sam turned on the light to find their parents silverware on the floor in a velvet lined drawer.

"That's mom's silver," Sam pointed out disappointedly.

"Sam," Dean pleaded.

"What you...broke into the house...to steal mom's silver?"

"It's not what it looks like, okay? I didn't have a choice."

"Oh really? Why? What's so damn important you gotta steal from your own mother?"

"You want the truth?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, yeah I do," Sam replied, bracing himself.

"I owe somebody money," Dean said with a shrug. Sam sighed in disbelief.

"Who?"

"A bookie. I lost big on a game. I gotta bring him cash tonight."

"I can't believe we're related," Sam said with disappointment. The brothers heard keys and the front door opened quietly. Adonia walked in. She was still in her dinner clothes.

"Oh. I didn't know you two were both up," Adonia said quietly.

"Couldn't sleep. What are you doing here?" Adonia looked past Dean at the china cabinet and back at the brothers with a baseball bat nearby.

"I uh...Dean, can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?" Dean nodded and followed Adonia into the kitchen.

"What's up? Where have you been?" Adonia sighed.

"Doing...research. Look, Dean, I know what you're about to do and I'm here to help," Dean looked confused.

"If this is about the silver, I already explained to Sam about the bookie," Adonia looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Bookie? Dean, no, the Djinn," she whispered. Dean looked back at Sam, whom was staring at them.

"How do you know about that?" She let out another sigh.

"I just know. I know that you're not supposed to be here either and you're in danger. Look, Genna doesn't know and she'll probably yell at me later for not telling her."

"Wait, so uh, you have powers, right? That whole empath thing still in play here?" She nodded her head.

"Grab what you need. We'll just take your car," Adonia walked past Dean and back in the living room. Dean followed.

"Is everything okay down at the hospital?" Adonia looked confused.

"The hospital? Yeah, everything's fine. Why wouldn't it be?" She thought for a moment.

"Oh! That, yeah, everything's fine. Just standard...emergencies. Dean, you ready?" She felt awkward.

"Sam, I'm sorry," Dean said to him, "I'm sorry we don't get along. And I wish to hell I could stay and fix it. But I gotta do this. Peoples lives depend on it."

"What are you talking about, Dean?" Sam asked, concerned.

"Nothing. Forget it. Just uh...hey, tell mom I love her." Adonia and Dean walked towards the door, leaving Sam confused.

"Dean," Dean turned around.

"I'll see you, Sammy."

Adonia and Dean sat in the car in silence. Adonia didn't want to say anything because she knew what Dean was going through. The backdoor suddenly opened and Sam got in.

"Get out of the car," Dean demanded.

"I'm going with you," Sam said looking forward.

"You're just gonna slow me down."

"Tough," Sam said quickly.

"This is dangerous and you could get hurt."

"Yeah, and so could you, Dean. If you don't care about Addie getting hurt, then don't worry about me either."

"Sam." Dean said in frustration.

"Look, whatever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone. And that's that," Adonia smiled, but Dean was just in shock.

"I don't understand. Why are you doing this?" Dean asked him. Sam sighed.

"Because you're still my brother."

"Bitch," Dean said jokingly.

"What are you calling me a bitch for?"

"You're supposed to say jerk."

"What?"

"Nevermind," Dean put the Impala in gear and drove off.

They pull up to an old factory building, still nighttime. Sam had fallen asleep in the passenger seat, so Dean took the liberty of waking him up with a flashlight shining in his face. Sam woke up in a stir.

"Where are we?"

"Well, we're not in Kansas anymore," he smiled at Sam, but when there was no reaction, the smiled died, "Illinois."

"And you think something's in there?" Sam asked sleepily.

"I know it is."

Dean, Sam, and Adonia walked through the same halls that Dean walked through before he was attacked by the Djinn.

"See, there's nothing here," Sam noted.

"Be quiet, Sam," Adonia said to him. He was taken aback, but did as he was told. They continued walking the same path.

"Look, Carmen's gotta be worried sick about you, Dean. Come on, let- Let's just go," Adonia raised her hand towards Sam saying "be quiet".

"Shh!" Dean said as he began to hear female cries. Everyone stopped as they heard it too.

"What the hell is that?" Sam asked.

"Stay behind me and keep your mouth shut," Dean demanded. Adonia laughed, but Sam glared at her; too much like children, but it was all fun, so to speak.

They turned around a corned and found to decayed female bodies descended from the ceiling. They must have been there for several months. Dean recognized these bodies from a strange vision he got in his bedroom. He saw these same exact bodies hanging in his closet as they appeared before him then.

"What the hell?" Sam said. Dean walked over to another body that still looked alive, but in a trance. There was a bag of what seemed like blood attached to a metal pole, much like an IV.

"It's her," Dean said to himself. It was the same young woman he had been seeing around. Sam looked at the scene.

"Dean, what's going on?" Sam asked. Dean held him back and "shh'd" him. Dean and Adonia watched as the Djinn's shadow showed behind a curtain.

"Where's my dad? I don't know... How?" The woman whimpered to the Djinn. He touched her face and a blue glow came from his fingers.

"Sleep," he chanted to her. Within seconds, the woman was in a trance again. He took a coil from the sac of blood and let it escape in his mouth. When Sam nearly gagged, the Djinn stopped and walked quickly to where they were hiding behind a metal fenced wall, but they were gone. The Djinn walked up creaky stairs, where the three where hiding underneath. When they heard the door close, they looked back at the woman.

"This is real. You're not crazy," Sam asked.

"She didn't know where she was. She thought she was with her father," Dean said, in thought, but out loud. They walked up to the woman again.

"What if that's what the Djinn does? It doesn't grant you a wish, it just makes you think it has."

"Look man, that thing could come back, alright?" Sam said as he pulled on Dean's arm eagerly. Dean walked past them and stared at a light bulb. He got a vision of himself hanging in the room like the woman and began breathing heavily. Adonia walked up to him, concerned.

"What if I'm like her? What if I'm tied up here someplace? What if all this is in my head," he walked up to the woman, "I mean it could, you know, maybe it gives us some kind of supernatural acid, and then just feeds on us slow."

"No, Dean, that doesn't make sense, okay?"

"Sam, it makes sense. You just don't understand. Let him talk," Adonia asked nicely.

"What if that's why she keeps appearing to me? She's not a spirit. It's it's like more and more like I'm catching flashes of reality. You know, like I'm in here somewhere. I'm I'm catatonic, and I'm taking all this stuff in but I, but I can't snap out of it," Dean continued to say, ignoring them both.

"Yeah, okay, look. Yeah yeah yeah, you're right. I was wrong. You're not crazy but we-we-we need to get out of here. Fast," Sam grabbed Dean's arm and started leading him out. Dean snapped his arm away, causing Sam to stop.

"I don't think you're real," Dean said to Sam. He had a hunch that Adonia was trying to communicate with him somehow from the real world. Agitated, Sam sucked in a breath.
"Dude, you feel that," he grabbed Dean by the arms and shook him, "You feel this? I'm real. This is not an acid trip. I'm real, and that thing is gonna come down here and kill us for real. Now please." Dean starred at him blankly.

"There's only one way to be sure," Dean said. He then took out the silver knife. Sam backed up and Adonia winced and turned away. She didn't think it would come to this.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?" Sam asked in fear.

"It's an old wives-tale. If you're about to die in a dream, you wake up."

"No, no, no, no, no. That's crazy. Alright?" Sam continued to plead.

"Maybe," Dean said with a determined look. Sam started walking towards Dean.

"You're gonna kill yourself," Dean held up the knife and his other hand to stop Sam.

"Or I'm gonna wake up," Dean threatened.

"Okay," Sam said with his arms extended, scared.

"One or the other," Dean said.

"Look, this isn't a dream. Alright, I'm here, with you, now. And you're about to kill yourself, Dean."

"No, I'm sure. Like 90% sure, but sure enough," Dean turned the knife to himself, took both hands to the handle, and ready to thrust it to himself.

"Wait!" Sam exclaimed. Suddenly, Mary walked up next to Dean in the same nightgown she died in. Behind Sam, Genna appeared.

"Why'd you have to keep digging?" Sam said softly. Jessica began walking towards Dean on his right. There was a triangle that formed around him. He looked around for Adonia, but she was gone.

"Why couldn't you have left well enough alone? You were happy," Sam continued to say. Mary walked in front of Dean.

"Put the knife down, honey," Mary said sweetly.

"You're not real," Dean had tears in his eyes, "None of it is."

"It doesn't matter. It's still better than anything you had," she told him.

"What?" Dean asked taken aback.

"It's everything you want. We're a family again. Let's go home." Dean shook his head.

"I'll die. The Djinn'll...drain the life out of me in a couple of days," his voice was breaking.

"But in here, with us. It'll feel like years. Like a lifetime," Dean looked over at Sam, who half smiled and nodded to him, "I promise." She took his chin in her hand and he looked down on her.
"No more pain," stroked his cheek, "Or fear. Just love and comfort. And safety. Dean, stay with us." She stroked his other cheek and he leaned into her hand, closing his eyes.
"Get some rest."

"You don't have to worry about Sam anymore," Jessica began to say, "You get to watch him live a full life." Mary stepped away and Genna stood before him. She took his face into her hands and kissed him. He closed his eyes and kissed her back gently.

"We can have a future together, have our own family. I love you, Dean. Please." Sam walked up behind her.

"Why is it our job to save everyone? Haven't we done enough? I'm begging you," Sam took in a breath, "Give me the knife." Dean looked at Genna, Sam, and Mary with tears in his eyes. He backed away looking at the floor and raised his head, looking at Sam.

"I'm sorry," Dean whispered. He thrusted the knife into himself and blood immediately came out of his mouth.

"Dean! Dean! Dean! Oh God. Wake up. Wake up." Genna exclaimed. Dean's eyes began to blink, he seemed to be back in reality.

"Auntie Em...There's no place like home," Dean mumbled.

"Thank God. Thought I lost you for a second," Sam said and pulled out the needle in Dean's throat.

"You almost did."

"Let's get you down," Dean saw the Djinn's blue eyes approach Sam.

"Sam!" Sam turned around quickly and took a swing at the Djinn with his knife, but missed. The Djinn had Sam for a moment and got him to drop the knife. Dean tried to pull himself loose where Sam had started cutting through the rope before. The Djinn got the upper hand on Sam, had him by the throat and moved his hand to his forehead, but Sam had a hold of his wrist, trying to stop him. The Djinn opened his fist and blue light began to appear around his hand, like it did when he captured Dean. When it's hand was almost at Sam's forehead, Dean thrusted the knife into the back of the Djinn, turned it around and the blue light went out of it's eyes. It closed its eyes, head dropped down and when Dean pulled out the knife, it fell to the ground, dead. Sam breathed heavily from being strangled and Dean doesn't look too good.

Dean walked up to the young woman from before and felt her throat for a pulse. He thought she was dead by her appearance. A tear came down her face.

"She's alive," he said in relief. He handed Genna the bloody knife so she could cut her down while he pulled out the needle and catch her.

"I gotcha," he said as she fell limp in his arms.

"I gotcha. We're gonna get you out of here, okay? I got you," she starred past him and whimpered.

Dean skimmed through a magazine while Sam was on the phone.

"Thanks so much for the update," he hung up the phone, "That was the hospital. Girl's been stabilized. Good chance she's gonna pull through." He sat next to Dean. Dean nodded.

"That's good," Dean responded, more distracted than happy about it.

"Yeah. How 'bout you? You alright?" Sam asked. Dean cleared his throat.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Should have seen it, Sam. Our lives. You were such a woozie," Sam laughed.

"So, we didn't get along then?" Sam asked. Genna didn't want to assume she was a part of this life, but Dean looked at her knowingly.

"No."

"Yeah, I thought it was supposed to, to be this perfect fantasy," Sam said.

"It wasn't," Dean put down the magazine, "Was just a wish. I wished for mom to live. That mom never died, we never went hunting and you and me just never uh...You know."

"Yeah," Sam said quietly, "Well, I'm glad we do. And I'm glad you dug yourself out, Dean. Most people wouldn't have the strength, would have just stayed."

"Yeah.. Lucky me. I gotta tell you though, man," Dean got off the bed, "You know, you had Jess. Mom was gonna have grandkids..."

"Yeah, but Dean...wasn't real," Sam said as he watched his brother lean against the dresser. Genna sat on the bed next to Sam.

"I know. But I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay so bad. I mean, ever since dad... all I can think about is how much this job's cost us. We've lost so much," Dean shook his head, "We've... sacrificed so much."

"But people are alive because of you. It's worth it, Dean. It is, it's not fair, and.. you know, it hurts like hell, but...it's worth it." Dean looked at Sam and Genna, knowing it truly was.