He let out a contented sigh and moved his hand over to the other side of the bed, expecting to come into contact with a warm body. Instead, he came up with nothing but cold sheets. He popped on eye open and was shocked to see where he was at. He had anticipated to see soft yellow curtains, lavender bed sheets. Instead, he was lying on mismatched sheets, clothes all over the floor and the sounds of traffic coming from a half-open window. This confused him greatly, because he remembered falling asleep with Lana next to him. Had it all been some crazy dream?
Dean sat up in bed, the sheets sliding off his bare chest and that's when he noticed the several love marks left on his chest. A smile slid to his face as he realized, no, it hadn't been some dream after all. He put his hand on the sheet to slid out of bed, when he heard a noise. He paused, his senses on full alert. There it was again. A low, long moan and it seem to be coming from the bathroom.
Dean slid the coves off of his body and shivered as the cold caressed his bare chest. He slid his hand under his pillow and wasn't surprised to feel the handle of the gun that he kept there. He made sure the safety was off, place his hand along the barrel and held it out in front of him, his thumb just off the trigger.
The floorboards creaked under his bare feet as he slowly walked down the small hallway, making sure to sweep the spare bedroom that was stuffed with boxes. The room was clear, which only left one more room on this floor.
The bathroom was at the top of the stairs and the door was half-way open, bright sunlight covered the wood as Dean slowly made his way to the door. With his left hand he pushed the door open and it creaked as it swung on its hinges. He stepped into the room and almost let out a shout as he noticed the woman standing near the sink.
Her wet hair was plastered to her face and she looked worse than the last time he saw her. Her skin was almost translucent, her blue veins showed under her skin.
"Lana." Dean's husky voice sliced through the bathroom and she lifted her head.
Her head wobbled on her neck as she struggled to look at him, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. She started to flicker in and out and he could see she was sobbing.
"H..help me...p..please."
Dean kept the grip on his gun as he watched her flicker, become stronger and then flicker out of sight. He stood there, his mouth slightly open as he looked at the place she had once been standing. Understanding hit Dean hard in the gut as he realized this was all in his head. The real Lana was needing his help and he had to find someway to get to her.
His eyes popped open and he lay in the dark room, unable to figure out what had woke him. He turned his head to see the small shape of Jessica lying next to him and he slowly slid out of the covers. He noticed the bat that was lying near the door and he slowly picked it up and walked into the hallway. He stopped when he heard something coming from downstairs, a clink and a soft thud. He gripped the bat tighter as he slowly walked down the stairs, carefully not to hit the steps that creaked.
Sam stopped in the doorway of the living room and leaned foward to get a better look inside the room. The window next to the couch was open, the curtains fluttered in the summer breeze. Under the window was a small dresser and that's when he noticed the dark shape of a person ransacking through the drawers. Sam lifted up the bat and took step forward and swung it over his head.
The person was a lot faster than Sam and counter attacked him, throwing him on the floor.
"That," Dean let out a breath, "That was so easy, I'm embarrassed for you." He smiled as he lifted up his eyebrows.
Sam looked up at his brother's face in confusion, his forehead knitted together."Dean? What the hell are you doing man?"
Dean got up from the floor and offered his hand to Sam. He lifted up his younger brother. "I..was..uh looking for a beer."
Sam looked at Dean, than at the cabinet and then to the open window. "In the china cabinet?"
Sam turned from Dean and walked over to where the light was located and flipped it on, showing the box of silver that was placed on top of the cabinet. "That's Mom's silver."
"Sam", Dean help up his hand as he saw the anger flash in his brothers eyes. "Listen..I can explain..."
"What? You..you broke into the house..to steal Mom's silver?"
"It's not what it looks like, OK? I didn't have a choice."
"Oh really," Sam's voice started to get louder and he stopped when Dean gave him a warning look, " What's so damn important that you got to steal Mom's silver?"
Dean let out a sigh and looked out the window, trying to gather his thoughts. "You want the truth?"
"Yeah," Sam leaned up against the cabinet and crossed his arms over his chest, " Yeah, I do. Why don't you try that for once, huh?"
Dean shrugged and scratched the back of his head. "I..owe someone some money."
"Who?" Sam challenged his brother, knowing he was lying. It couldn't be as simple as owing someone some money. He knew Dean wasn't that stupid.
"A...a bookie." Dean's eyes moved along the living room, looking anywhere but his brother. "I lost big on a game...I gotta bring him cash, or I sleep with the fishes." Dean let out an awkward laugh, but stopped as Sam shot him daggers.
"I...I can't believe we are even related."
That brought Dean's over on Sam and flinched at the anger. "Sam..I'm sorry."
"Yeah," Sam lowered his voice as he watched his brother fidget.
"I'm sorry that we don't get along. I wish as well that we did. And I wish to hell I could stay and fix it..but I gotta do this..someone's life depends on it.." Dean turned from Sam and plucked a knife from the box.
"What are you talking about? Who's life? Dean..what is going on?"
Dean sighed and shook his head, looking at the knife clutched in his hand. "Nothing.. forget it..just uh.. hey, tell Mom I love her and I'm sorry for everything."
Sam frowned, knowing something was up with his brother. Dean passed him to go out the door, but he stopped him. "Dean."
Dean turned from the door and gave him a half smile. "I'll..uh...see ya Sammy." Dean looked at him one last time before he shut the door and headed to the Impala. He sat in the driver's seat as he turned on the engine, deep in thought.
He jumped when the passenger door suddenly opened and Sam slid into the passenger seat. "What are you doing? Get out of the car."
"I'm going with you."
Dean shook his head. "You're just gonna slow me down."
Sam shrugged. "Tough."
Dean kept his hand on the iginition, looking at his brother. "This is dangerous, you could get hurt."
"Yeah," Sam turned to look at his older brother, "And so could you Dean."
"Sam.."
Sam raised his hand and shook his head. "Look, what ever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone. And that's it."
Dean sighed and sat back in the seat. "I don't understand...why are you doing this?"
"Because," Sam let out a sigh and looked through the windshield. "You're still my brother."
Dean smiled. "Bitch."
Sam turned his head to look at Dean, a look of confusion on his face. "W..what?"
Dean shook his head and leaned forward and turned on the engine. "You're supposed to say jerk."
"What?"
"Never mind." Dean sighed as he put the car into gear and peeled out of the driveway, almost thankful to be getting back to the real world.