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Sam makes an important discovery and the walls between realities has gotten thinner. xxx

*spoilers for anyone reading wuthering heights*- I do realise how random that sounds but it will make sense lol

Sam sat in the impala gripping the stirring wheel so tight his hands were starting to hurt though that didn't stop him from continuing. Anger starting boiling in the pit of the hunters stomach, it wasn't fair, not of it, all they have ever done it fight, fight for what? Its not like it has stopped, it never stops! It. Will. Never. Stop! Sam shock at the stirring wheel so violently his whole body was jumping up and down he couldn't control himself he flipped out hitting and kicking everything he could whilst screaming all the frustration out. He accidentally opening the glove compartment causing numerous fake id's papers and a spare gun with extra emergency ammo came flying out and fell over the floor and front seat.

Sam got unreasonably annoyed at this "Oh come on!" Sam shouted as he climbed out and slammed the door after looking at the old family car in front of him, he started kicking the frame, he knew Dean loved the car and will kill him when he wakes up, if he waked up. But Sam hated this car, they hunt in it, sleep in it, they do everything in this car, every bad memory is in one way or another connected to this god dam car! They basically live in it! Sam thought as a kick went higher then he meant it to and ended up kicked the wind mirror clean of.

"shit." Sam grabbed the mirror and like a child that broke his big brothers favourite toy he frantically kept pushing the mirror and against the car, on the off chance it will just click back into place, he had no better plan, he was starting to panic. As his eyes scanned the car again, something shiny caught his attention like a magpie, it was part of the crap that fell out the glove compartment; screw driver, he instantly dived into the car and grabbed it. Well he intended to his gaze was captured by an old piece of brown cloth he hadn't seen before. Sam held it as he gazed at all the markings in wonder, it was old truly old but at the same time it was beautiful with the markings expertly written, "Bobby! I think I found something." as Sam turned it over the mirror that was still clasped in his hand turned too and a small brown material bag fell out of it. Sam dropped the mirror and picked up the contence that fell out of it. With the cloth in one hand and the bag in another, he looked from hand to hand. It was a hex bag and fucking hex bag hidden in the impala "Dean." Sam whispered to himself, this maybe the key to save his brother "BOBBY" Sam shouted as he ran into the house as quickly as he could.

He ran into the house so fast only just managed to stop before he ran into Bobby's wheel chair who was situated in the living room near the door, When Sam got inside saw Dean still lying on the floor they hadn't moved him yet though they did give him a pillow and a blanket. Bobby was watching Cas obsessively try and make him comfortable as he blubbered, it had to be hard for Cas, just as he started to feel real emotion he had to deal with the hardest.

"What is it boy?" Bobby asked without taking his eyes of Dean, Sam took hold of Bobby's handles and twirled him around to face him, careful boy I'm not a… Sam shoved the items he found into the old hunters hands, which shut his rant up instantly, where did you...

"The impala. That car is like a home to us, Dean especially." Without a word Bobby flashed Sam a gentle hopeful look before taking the hex bag and cloth into the library and hit the books. Sam approached his brother and knelt beside Cas, who had just stopped fussing. They were both starring at Dean, when Sam began to speak, his voice was soft and quiet as if he didn't want to wake his sleeping brother.

"I found something in the impala, it looks like a hex bag and something else I have never seen before. It may be what brings him back." Spark flew inside Cas as he stopped himself showing just how happy he was, and smiled greatly, he didn't want his hope to become public knowledge therefore real, if it wasn't said, it wasn't real if it wasn't real it wouldn't hurt so much if what Sam was saying didn't happened. Though Cas still had a lot to learn about emotions.

"Thank you Sam."

"sure thing, I want him home too you know."

"Of course. I was thinking about reading to him, keep one if his senses active maybe ground him a little to us."

"yeah he'll appreciate that. Just no fairy tales?"

"Does he not like them."

"You just never know what that can lead too okay?" Casnodded "arm why isnt he upstairs anyway?"

"Idon't have the strength to carry him"

"well hey at lat he looks comfy enough"and Sam lent towards his brother, making Cas tense up remembering the last time he was so close to Dean, but this time he didn't show violence but tenderness, as he gave his brother a kiss on the forward and whispered in his ear;

"Don't get too comfortable man, we're bringing you home. I promise."

Cas smiled as he watched, it was touching, Sam saw and as he got up to research with bobby he jokingly warned Cas.

"Tell him that happened and I'll kill you." Cas dipped his head as he let out a gentle laugh, it felt good to laugh.

Cas went to the book case and found a very old and dusty book at the back of the book shelf. After grabbing a beer and a pillow Cas settled next to Dean and opened the book,

"Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, chapter one..."

Dean slowly started to regain consciousness his vision was dark and blurry and sounds echoed slightly, though he could work out a voice, it seemed to worsen his throbbing headache but it was so soothing he didn't really care. As his vision improved his saw a vision in front of him sat in front of him reading.

"Hey, why are reading? and what made you choose Wuthering heights?" Dean asked with a cheeky smirk

I'm not dDan it s Treasure Island, it a classic would you rather I choose Wuthering heights?"

"Whatever dude just as long as its not fucking fairy tales."

"I see, well any way welcome back to the world of the living." Dean smiled through dry and cracking lips and willingly received a loving kiss.

"Morning Jimmy." Dean greeted him as he gazed into those beautiful eyes.

"Morning sweetheart, though its hardly morning you've been gone three days. Its 2 o clock now." Jimmy told him as he looked out the window at the sun light view of buildings that cast shadows along them, it wasn't beautiful but I was to Dean. He hadn't seen such a view in forever.

"Am I still at the hospital?"

"your not at the institution no, you're in A and E. you were shot Dean."

"well I was wondering why I was in so much pain. It was err what's her name Shirley?"

"Susie,"

"yeah her, hey weren't you arrested."

"I'm impressed you can remember, they had CCTV so I was released on bail, they doubt any charges will be brought."

"Good. Jimmy the bad ass, taking down psychopathic gun wielding trigger happy women." Dean joked and the men laughed, Dean became serious for a second asspoke;

"Thank you, I owe you my life."

"I would do anything for you Dean." Jimmy told him as he slipped his hand into Dean's, warmth and butterflies filled them both. It was these rare and simply moments of happiness and bliss that Jimmy waits for, that he gets up for. They sat in silence for a while happy just to have each others company. Out of the corner of Dean's mind he heard a distance voice, what it said raised allot of questions;

"Who are Catherine and Heathcliff?"

"Their characters from Wuthering Heights why?"

"Why cant they be together?" Dean asked sounding like a little kid, he seemed really effected by this question a tear was actually forming in the corner of his eye.

"Dean?"

"why?" he choked out jimmy was very confused but mostly he was filled with an overwhelming urge to man the man laugh again.

"I don't know Dean, I have never read the book, I didn't know you were such a fan of it.

"I'm not, I don't even know who they are! Its like the book is being played out in my mind by, you. No you bitch don't go on the moors!" Dean shouted as he tried to sit up, only to instantly lay back down in agony.

"Dean your starting to scare me."

"Then stop reading me the story you fucking angel!"

"Dean?"

"I'm sorry."

"no it's fine. it's the medication, I think its effecting your regular pills, I'm going to go talk to the doctor about changing what they are giving you, okay?" a tear ran down his cheek as he nodded. Dean looked so damn cute, it was unbelievable how much. Before he left Jimmy couldn't resist one more taste, he crushed his lips against Dean's before swiftly leaving the room, leaving Dean wanting more.

A few minutes later the door opened Dean smiled and as he turned to see the man in standing in the door frame as he spoke

"Took you long enough come back here...Sam?" it wasn't Jimmy. His baby brother was standing in the door way, he could hardly believe it.

"Hey Dean." After a moment of prolonged brotherly gazing Sam strolled over to the Dean and threw his arms gently around his wounded brother. I missed you man.

"me too Sammy, me too." Sam settled in the seat recently vacated by Jimmy. how's Jessica and the baby?

"there both great thanks, we called him Dean."

"yeah I was told. I don't know what to say man that's, that's awesome. Really I'm touched." Sam nodded a little embarrassed and got a photo out from and showed Dean. He smiled instantly and broadly as he took the picture. As soon as he saw Jessica's smiling face dean's dropped, as he had an awful flash of her covered in blood pinned to the ceiling surrounding by flames as Sam's screams filled his mind. she's alive.

"Yes she is Dean" Sam told him weary of his brothers possible reaction and he was pleasantly surprised, after Dean shook his hand the smile returned.

"of course she is, you all look so happy, a proper family. I proud of you little brother."

"thank you Dean, thatmeans alot.

"so erm when shall we do it?"

"do what?"

"get me out of here, you were going to bring me home."

"no, Dean you've been shot you can barley move. I'm not going to bust you out.

"but you promised!"

"no I didn't." Dean's jaw tensed as he took a swing for his brother although it hurt like hell, he managed to do it. Though Sam grabbed his arm and defended himself.

"don't you forget Dean, I was brought up with dad too. I know how to fight, shoot, everything so don't think you can beat me okay and I am not a punching bag. Hell if creatures were real I bet I could hunt them better than you." Sam told him as he let go of Dean's arm. Dean couldn't help but smile it was like having the old Sam back.

"would you want to. You know if you knew they were real."

"no. I would never go back to that, back to motel jumping, living out a bag, living in fear. I hated it. I'm happy now Dean, I wasn't then.

"but I'm your brother, your supposed to be happy with me."

"I'm sorry Dean, I love you but even if they were real, I hate the thought of hunting nearly as much as I hate the thought of my big brother wanting to do it!

"its in our blood."

"no Dean its not. After looking at his watch Sam rolled his eyes. look I'm sorry but I have to go, I have a conference tomorrow and I have to drive all night just to get there, im glad your okay Dean. I love you and I'll come back and visit soon okay." Dean nodded as Sam kissed his brother on the forehead and left. Dean started mumbling to himself, "I want my Sammy back." Dean heard Jimmy's distant voice again well t least it sounded like Jimmy. Tears started pouring down his face, a minute late Jimmy came in with a doctor. Dean instantly glared at the man.

"They died! they died! I hope your happy, why would you read me such a sad story! Don't you think I've had enough death!" Jimmy turned to the doctor on his left,

you see what I mean."

"yes indeed, Dean how are you feeling

"peachy!" he shouted back, he was getting all emotional and ratty and he didn't even know why anymore.

"okay Dean I'm just going to give you this to put you to sleep and when you wake up it will all be fine your meds will be sorted by then, okay?" Dean nodded and agreed with Jimmies insistence. As the needle pierced his skin he longingly stared into Jimmies eyes as the drug took effect, Jimmy and those beautiful shimmering eyes were the last thing he saw before his vision blacked out.

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