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Ahem, chapter 2

Illusions

Sam woke up to the worst, mind numbing head-ache he'd had a long time. He was feeling a lot worse than he'd felt earlier.

" Dean?" he muttered sitting up.

…..

" Dean?" he sat up more aware and worried now.

He started to wonder where Dean could've been when he remembered that Bobby had called.

Bobby…..

What could've been bad enough he'd want their help? Then again the old man was getting along in years and couldn't do much of the required physical activity that comes along with hunting as well as he used to.

Sam sighed standing from his bed and walking over to the table,

4 days tops,

Was scrawled on a notepad on the table in Dean's excuse for handwriting. 40 dollars was laid beside it along with enough arsenal to take down a demon army.

Walking towards the small table between the beds Sam turned the radio on, the smooth guitar intro to Hells Bells started to fill the room.

"Great more of Deans music." Sam muttered to himself with a sigh.

Thunder boomed outside, causing Sam to practically jump out of his skin.

Taking a deep breath he relaxed against the wall behind him with his eyes closed. His heart thumped wildly in his chest. Its just thunder, he thought opening his eyes.

Still leaning against the wall he starred out the small window beside the front door, watching the sill of it light up when lightning flashed across the sky.

He shook his head and walked over to the kitchen to see what all they had.

Oreos

Left over hot wings

And beer.

" Would it kill you to buy salad stuff once in a while Dean?" Sam groaned shutting the fridge with a clanking thud.

He trailed over to the window to look outside, it was dark – as expected to be when a storm was around - and purple clouds were littered across the sky in a menacing way.

Lightning struck the middle of the parking lot, Sam wincing from the brightness of its flash, his mouth becoming agape when Jess was standing there. Right where the lightning had struck.

" What?" He gasped making a pass for the salt gun. He slipped on a sock that had apparently fell out of his – DEANS! Duffle bag.

His head hit the table leg which caused the room to spin and had double of everything it had before – including Jess who was now closer to the window than she was before.

He scrambled to his feet as his cell phone started to ring on the bedside table and thunder boomed with streaks of lightning shooting across from cloud to cloud.

RING!

Jess stared blankly at Sam then started to walk towards him with her spirit like steps.

Sam couldn't move – he was frozen in place with shock and fear. Was this real? Was this just a nightmare and he was just waiting for Dean to wake him up with a slap to the chest? Rain started to pour from the sky, and Jess seemed to melt into the ground with the falling rain.

For a moment Sam had forgotten how to breath, and quickly drew in a breath upon this realization.

He pulled a chair from the kitchen table and allowed himself to collapse onto it. What the hell just happened? By the way, hadn't his phone rang?

Dean flipped his phone shut in agitation, " He didn't answer."

Bobby sighed," Well you know Dean most people sleep when they're not feeling well."

Dean shot Bobby a what-the-hell look," He's been sleeping all damn day!"

Bobby shrugged," Try again later."

Dean shoved his phone back in his pocket with a shot of jack,

Bobby stared at him for a moment, then turned back to his books.

Sam pulled his boot on and tied it quickly in a double knot then walked over to the table to get the 40 dollars Dean had left.

Sam wasn't sure why, but now that he had been seeing Jess he'd been feeling like going to visit his mothers grave. He supposed maybe it was just her memory that was drawing him to her grave – or maybe it was because she had experienced the same thing Jess had. Either way – he was going to end up at Stull Cemetery.

A phone call to a local taxi and one bench outside the hotel's front office later Sam found a door slamming shut to the room next door, with one storming blonde carrying her bags and one shaggy brown head tagging after her.

Sam watched them contently – It looked so much like himself and Jess.

" I didn't mean it, really I tried to tell her to back off." The guy pleaded.

He reached for her elbow to stop her, she jerked away," Stop following me. You lie to me all the time and I'm not going to be your bitch any longer!" she yelled," Don't ever talk to me again!"

The girl sobbed, walking towards the blue Sudan pulling into the parking lot," Go ahead run to daddy!" the guy yelled.

The girl seemed to hesitate before getting into the car – not that the guy had noticed because he was too busy flipping presumably her father in the driver seat off.

Sam started to stand and say something to the guy when a dirty yellow taxi pulled in and stopped in front of him.

The window rolled down on the passenger side," You Winchesta?" The driver said with his scratchy Yankee accent that sounded like he's spent too many days at the ball park.

" Yes sir." Sam replied climbing into the back seat.

" Where ya headed?" he asked.

" Lawrence, Kansas." Sam replied," Stull Cemetery."

The cabber raised an eyebrow," You got 35 bucks?"

" Yeah." Sam replied irritanty with a huff. " I've got plenty."

" Whateva." The cab driver said speeding off.

Sam sighed mentally, now this guy was going to milk him for more than the drive was worth.

It had been so long since he had been to what he had never got a chance to know as home. Lawrence, Kansas…..

He was so young when they had packed up and left. They had no home to return to any longer. No woman to care for them as men should have – little boys should have.

A woman walked down the sidewalk, a young boy maybe the age of 5 had his hand wrapped inside hers. She smiled at her son kindly as he nuzzled closer to her.

Sam felt the car stop, turning his attention to a red light in front of them.

The driver turned down the road, happy to have gotten past the 5 minute red light, and stopped short of two wrought iron gates.

" Pay up an get out." The cabber said,

Sam flung both 20 dollar bills at the man and got out of the car.

" Wow big tip, Buck 50." The driver said naming Sam.

Sam waved stiffly at the man as they made he made his way over to his mothers grave.

" Mom… I miss you….." Sam said sitting down beside her grave site.

…..I miss you too Sam…..

Was that short? I'm sorry I was hoping to get the chapter out last week but crap it with band concerts getting in the way.

I know that their mother isn't buried in Stull Cemetery but since we weren't sure of an exact location I decided to make it there until l get a for sure location.

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