Hey ya all, I'm back with the ninth chapter. I'm sorry that it took so long to update this but I have a reason. I had an exam week last week so I had to study alot so I didn't have time to write, but now I am back.

Notifications: I do not own supernatural or anything related to that and again be aware of mistakes in spelling, grammar or the story line.

Warnings: Still nada?

Thanks for those who reviewed the last chapter and just simply thank you for reading this fic. Remember to review, like and follow! Now enjoy the chapter nine.

I sleep in my bed and I wake up because of a loud noise. It hear a loud pump and that's when I know that it isn't just mom pumping into stuff like usually when she's really tired and Sammy needs his diaper changed. Somethings wrong, really, really wrong. I go to my room's door twisting the doorknob with my both hands, opening it. I can hear my own heart beats as I walk towards Sammy's room. "Mommy?", I whisper, no answer, "Daddy?". Sam's room's door is ajar and I can see a silhouette of someone on the wall which is bright with yellow light, it's like fire. I push the door a little bit and the door goes fully open. I see a figure in the ceiling, it's mom. I gasp and stumble backwards panicking, mom is on fire. That's when dad comes out of the room Sammy in his arms. Placing him in my arms shouting: "Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Go Dean, Go!". I go carefully down the stairs because Sammy's heavy and I'm afraid I will fall over. My ears are ringing, I put Sammy on the floor so I can open the front door, "I will always protect you Sammy.", hoping that daddy and mommy will come down too.

I wake up gasping for air. I haven't seen that dream in years. I'm shivering, I have seen that dream many many times and it's pretty much all I remember from the fire. In the dream I never get out of the house, I never get Sammy to safety. When I was small I used to be so afraid that we didn't get out of the house, that we died like mommy did. Gosh I need a shower.

I start getting up when Sam decides to scare the crap out of me, "Why are you awake it's fucking four in the morning!", "Language!", I say out of instinct. I glance at the clock and to my surprise it really is four in the morning. "I thought it was more", I say ruffling my hair.

I have two choices to go to take a shower and not have a change of falling back to sleep again or not to shower, maybe falling a sleep but then I probably don't have time to shower in the morning. I decide to try and sleep again because I'd disrupt Sammy if I'd go to shower.

Before I know it my alarm goes off and I wake up again. I get up and put on my old jeans and a hoodie, I can feel it's gonna be a cold day and a fricking bad day. I don't need a crystal ball to see that this indeed is going to be shitty day because one today, saturday I have an appointment with Michael and two I saw a dream about the night when mom died and three we apparently have ran out of coffee. "What do you mean we dont have coffee? Dad as my father you should know that I live off of a coffee!", I can feel a headache emerging, fucking amazing. "Don't be childish Dean, we just simply ran out of it, I'll buy you coffee before your appointment", Dad says tiredly.

At 8.15 we are waiting in the waiting area for my turn to get to have some talkie talkie time with Michael. I'm drinking my third cup of shitty coffee machine coffee but it's better than nothing, beer would be nice tough. "Dean Winchester", a lady behind a desk hollers. Yaash ma turn to go.

I walk towards Michael's office but strangely he is waiting me in the hall. "Dean, unfortunately we can't have our session in my office because I borrow it to my co-worker on weekends, so we have to go to a different office, is that okay with you?", Michael says with a warm smile. I just nod, I need more coffee. Michael leads me pretty much to other side of the building to office which obliviously belongs to a woman. We sit down, "How are you Dean?", Michael asks ready to write notes with a pen in his hand. "Tired", I mumble. "Why are you tired", he asks. I shrug, "Well doc, who wouldn't be tired at half nine in the morning on saturday?". Michael just smirks and says,"I see."

We talk about how things have been at home and about basic shit. I even asked about could I quit the group therapy and Michael promised to put it under consideration, yay. "Dean, your dad talked to me that a couple days ago you froze at the diner you were at and started mumbling something about Castiel and according to him when he asked what did you see, you said that you saw an angel.", Michael says with a professional tone. It feels like a punch in the stomach. Dad told about that? Fuck. "Your point?", I try to say casually.

Michael sights, "Are you seeing things again?", seeing things? This is getting old Michael, I've never seen anything that's not really there. "No, I'm not seeing anything Michael", I say frustrated. "You sure?", Michael says his eyes searching for the truth from my eyes. "Yes!, at the diner I was just tired and talked nonsense.", I'm so tired of this you are ill Dean blah, blah, blah. The rest of our session went with Michael babbling of how I should remember always to tell if the meds are not working or if I ever feel out of place or anything.

My session ended and we started walking back to the other side of the building where my dad is waiting for me. "So our next session is normally next monday and I have to think about the group session", Michael says as I get knocked over by someone. I quickly get up and see apologetic blue eyes staring at me. "I'm so sorry, I did not see you there", the man is rambling, I know that voice, I know those eyes. Fuck why I keep seeing him everywhere I go. I realize that I didn't answer to him, "Yeah it's okay."

Now I for the first time notice how young Jimmy is. He looks exactly like he did before but he is just younger looking. Michael looks at me puzzlingly and I realize that I stared him too long. "You okay?", Jimmy asks worriedly. I smirk, "Yeah I'm fine", and just then my vision decides to start blurring. Nice I'm getting a bloody vision in front of my shrink and fucking Jimmy Novak.

I don't see Sam but surprisingly I see Castiel. Castiel is sitting in a flower field, talking on the phone. I hear Cas saying:" Sam my stomach makes these weird crumbling noises, what does it mean?", I want to chuckle, poor Cas trying to understand the human needs, "But Sam I'm not hungry.", I could hear that Sam half shouted,"Yes, you are Cas, now come back so we can eat". The vision ended and I found myself lying at the hospital floor, worried eyes staring back at me. Thank God apparently my vision looked like I just fainted. After half an hour of reassuring dad and the doctors that I am fine they let us go home.

I can't keep a smile off my face because of the vision. It was good to see Cas, and hear Sam and get to know that they are okay. Seeing the Novak guy is pretty disturbing because at the same time I want to hug him tight becase he looks so much like Cas (duh he's his vessel) and I want to tell him to never say yes to Castiel when the time comes but in my time line Jimmy is already gone so why bother.

To be honest I pretty much had a shitty day like I predicted but not all of it was shitty, for example I saw Cas. I wonder what Castiel is doing because I'm still waiting for the freaking up date on how to get me back where I came from but nothing has come up so far. And yeah I talked to him just yesterday, maybe I just need to be patient.

I'm eating dinner with dad and Sammy and it's nice. When I get back home we are going to have a dinner with Sam where we don't have hunting related conversations because I miss those conversations where we just talk about movies and shit. I look at Sammy and oh gosh he was a weird teenager, in a good way ofcourse. I wonder what kind of idiot I was when I was 17. Shit. A though occurred to me. If I am here in a year 1997 in my seventeen-year-old body then where in the hell is the seventeen-year-old me. Fuck this is twisted, is he in my 30-something-year-old body then, god I hope not.

"Castiel freaking hurry up! I wanna go home!"

So I was wondering that should the next chapter be placed in the year 2014? I want to know your opinion about this or should I just keep the 1997 timeline going on. So if you want to have a say in this then please tell me, if not I'll choose which way to go myself. Thanks!