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Chapter name borrowed from Joni Mitchell.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE- I DON'T KNOW WHERE I STAND

This was bad.

Really bad.

I'd been catapulted into some wacky alternate reality by some goddamn djinn, and I had no way of getting to Sam (the real Sam), Odette, or even Cas.

I mean, wasn't it enough that the frigging FBI was chasing us?

Apparently not.

Might I mention that the other Odette creeped the hell out of me?

I mean, she wore skimpy shorts and had an unhealthy obsession with the color pink.

And she was with Jared, and so happy it was downright puke inducing.

Barely said anything, she was so caught up in filing her nails.

Nah, not a trace of my Bambi in there.

More than that, I was worried.

Bambi'd come with me to scope out the warehouse, and I'd been pulled in here, while the djinn was on the prowl.

I hoped she had the sense to go to Sam, or call Angel Boy.

Anyway, the professor was eying me oddly as I asked him about the djinn.

I didn't get it.

Why the hell was it tossing out freebies?

I mean, Mom alive, Sam and Jess getting married, me with Carmen, this was a bit too heavy on the ecstasy trip.

And the worst part?

I didn't want to leave.

This was almost perfect.

Too perfect.

If not for Sam being all bitchy, and Barbie Girl Odette, I'd have been happy here.

Hell, I was still happy here.

I mean, come on, who wouldn't be?

I had Mom.

But then I started watching the news while Carmen was out on her shift.

"And today marks the anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424," The reporter said blandly.

I froze.

"Indianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the hundred people who lost their lives."

This couldn't be happening.

We'd stopped that plane from crashing.

Everything seemed to click into place.

The woman I kept seeing, why the djinn sent me here, everything.

~Supernatural~

I stood over his grave, gritting my teeth.

Researching had just confirmed what I already knew.

"All of them," I muttered. "Everyone you saved. Everyone Sammy and I saved. They're all dead. And there's this woman that keeps haunting me. I don't know why. I don't know what the connection is, not yet anyway. It's like my old life is coming after me or something. Like it doesn't want me to be happy."

I laughed mirthlessly.

"'Course, I know what you'd say- go hunt the djinn, it put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness for those people's lives, no contest. But why, Dad?"

I kicked the stone path, suddenly furious.

"Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero?"

I swiped angrily at my cheek.

"What about us, huh? Mom's not supposed to live her life? Sammy can't get married? Odette can never have her family? Is that it?"

I rubbed at my eyes again.

"Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad?"

I didn't get any answer.

I hadn't expected one.

~Supernatural~

I clutched the silver knife in my hand.

I felt like a jerk stealing Mom's stuff, but it had to be done.

I stared at Sam's shadow against the window, and gunned the engine.

The passenger door opened just as the Impala started moving.

I glared at Sam.

"Get out of the car."

He ignored me.

"I'm going with you."

I grimaced.

"You're just gonna slow me down."

Sam scowled at me.

"Tough."

I leaned back in the seat.

"Why are you doing this anyway?"

Sam sighed.

"Because you're still my brother."

I opened my mouth to answer, when the door to the backseat opened.

"Forgetting someone, boys?'

I cursed.

There stood Odette, in all her fifteen-year-old glory, in hot pink shorts and a white tube top, popping up bubblegum.

Bubblegum.

And….. was that…. was that spray tan she had on?

I was an inch away from stuffing my head in a paper bag and blowing for all I was worth.

"No, we are not," I somehow managed to say.

She pouted (pouted!) at me.

"Yeah right, Dean. You're family, and whatever stupid thing you guys are gonna do, it's not gonna be alone."

She said this really fast, in a long, thick drawl.

My left eye twitched.

Odette flipped her head to one side.

"Couldn't it have waited, though? I was just about to dye my hair blonde."

I gaped at her.

She held out her hand so I could see her violently magenta fake nails.

"At least I got my manicure done."

I think I needed that paper bag now.

How could this be Bambi?

She raised an eyebrow at me, and I realized I'd said it out loud.

"What are you calling me Bambi for?"

"Shut up and get in the car," I growled.

She simpered at her reflection on the way in.

~Supernatural~

Odette shrieked as she saw the woman that'd been haunting me strung up on the wall.

She dived behind me, clutching at my jacket.

"We're gonna die!" She wailed. "I'm too pretty to die!"

"Shut up," I snapped, pushing her behind a barrel.

"You're not gonna die."

She hid her face in my shoulder as the djinn appeared behind the girl.

"Where's my dad?" She sobbed.

She looked up at the djinn.

"Don't."

She moved her feet away from it, crying even harder.

"Where's my dad?"

The djinn touched her face.

"Sleep."

Blue flared across her cheek as he stroked her.

The djinn's eyes glowed bright blue.

"Sleep."

The djinn went for the blood bag, drinking up her blood.

Odette whimpered behind me, and Sam coughed in disgust.

The djinn turned around right away.

By the time he reached our hiding place, we were gone.

~Supernatural~

I held the silver knife in my hands.

This was the only way to prove whether this was real.

Odette was batting at my hand, but I easily shook her off.

"You're going to kill yourself!" Sam yelled.

"Maybe," I pulled the knife inwards.

"WAIT!" Sam yelled.

Suddenly, Mom appeared, in the same nightgown she'd died in.

Behind Sam, Carmen appeared.

"Why'd you have to keep digging?" Sam asked bitterly.

Odette hung on to my arm.

"Why couldn't you have left well enough alone? You were happy," Odette murmured.

Mom came up to me.

"Put the knife down, honey."

"You're not real."

I didn't fight the tears.

"None of it is."

"It doesn't matter," Mom smiled. "It's still better than anything you had."

I shook my head.

"I'll die. The djinn'll….. drain the life out of me in a couple of days."

"But in here, with us," Mom stroked my face. "It'll feel like years."

I looked over to Sam, who nodded.

"I'm begging you, Dean, you'll be happy here. Drop the knife."

Odette cupped my cheek in her hand.

"Remember what you told me? That it got too much for you? You won't have to make those choices here, Dean. Get some rest."

I looked at them all one last time.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

I stabbed myself in the heart.

"DEAN! DEAN!"

I came to with a gasp, eyes wheeling around to stare at Sam.

The real Sam.

I'd made it.

"Where's Odette?" I demanded as soon as he cut me down.

Sam stared at me.

"I thought she was with you, and then you didn't come back, and I had to look for-"

I cut off his babble.

"Sam."

He slowly turned to see where I was looking.

"Oh, no."

Odette was strung up with the blood bag, eyes half-lidded.

She wasn't breathing.