sorry it took such a long time to update, please forgive me ^_^

this chapter will explain a lot and unfortunately this story will soon be coming to an end :(

anyway the usually warning about grammar and spelling. hope you enjoy the chapter. :) xx

Dean's mind was spinning and he felt sick from the movement and the rush of blood that was streaming into his head that felt twice the size. His heart beat heavy in his mouth and cold sweat ran down his heated body. As Dean slowly opened his eyes, it was as if he had he worst hangover since his 13th birthday when his dad forgot so he drank John's entire stash of whiskey, it was just awful. But now was worse, mostly because he seems to be getting the horrible morning after but not the excellent night before, figures.

Dean woke up expecting well nothing these recent events has taught Dean not to except anything because anything is to be expected, and Dean really didn't except this. As he opened his eyes and there was, nothing. No hospital, no Impala, no Cas, no Jimmy, no Sam, no Bobby, nothing just darkness, simple darkness. The question 'am I dead?' ran through Dean's mind more than once, though he has died many, many times before and this just wasn't part of the routine, so he could safely rule that out.

As he tried to move he prepared for the pain, but none came. Dean searched his body there was no gaping bullet wound, in fact there was no wound at all, and his skin looked like virgin skin clean smooth and scar less. Things were staring to get freaky, what was happening? Maybe he has finally gone completely crazy. Dean had enough, its one thing being yo-yoed from place to place, but being thrown into this that was completely different and there was no Casor Jimmy here to made everything okay, there was no one and nothing. As Dean stood he looked around trying to make heads or tales of everything. He ran in any direction but nothing changed, he ran in another and the same. After running around like a headless chicken for around 15 minutes he stopped caught his breath, after Dean fell to his knees and prayed, hoping that where ever he was Cas would be able to hear, some how. Dean got angry from the non response he got. He resorted to shouting, so Dean started yelling his lungs up, to be honest it was either shouting for help or crying like a baby.

"Hello Dean." Came a sudden and unexpected voice from behind him. Making him jump slightly, but this response was nothing compared to what happened when he turned around. Deans stomach dropped so hard to the ground, his lungs burst and heart stopped, skin went pale white and blood gushed cold, at the sight of his mother, Mary Winchester standing before him. She smiled sweetly at him, Dean merely stared. His mouth opened and closed and opened again not that he had anything to say, his mind was empty. The sight of her wiped everything from his mind. She stepped towards him, instinctively Dean backed away being the hunter he was trained as. Dean knew the score he wasn't stupid or naive he knows that Mary's dead and this could not be. Even so when she stepped forward again and kept walking arms out stretched Dean froze he didn't move, Mary placed her warm hands on Dean's fiery cheeks. He desperately wanted this to be real, he really did.

"Dean." He voice was like a musical song is was soothing and she breathed to a simple melody of the rhythm of her voice. He missed her so much.

"Mum?"

"Yes." Dean couldn't help it, yes this was impossible and yes she will probably end up being some sort of monster that will try and kill him and maybe eat him aswell, but right now for this moment he decided for once in his life that ignorance was bliss. Dean flung his arms around the woman standing in front of him. He held her and she held on too, something that Dean was so happy about if a little surprised. Mary placed both hands on Dean's cheeks cupping them and wiping the tears away with her thumbs.

"Don't cry my son, it will be okay."

"This isn't real."

"No its not. You're right. But it's the next best thing." Dean pulled away from her looking her up and down examining for any thing that should he there mostly a weapon of sorts. He saw none for the good reason that she had none.

"Where am I?" Mary moved forward to touch Dean again this time Dean moved back and didn't allow her to touch him, so she demonstrated on herself he touching her head.

"In here."

"What?"

"Were in your head"

"Am I dreaming?"

"Close actually, this is you subconscious. I am you and you are me, I am but a figment."

"Bullshit. that doesn't even sound like its an actual thing."

"Watch your language son." Said a manly voice that filled the well room maybe? Dean recognised that voice, though it usually sounded less understanding and more steeped in anger. He turned and saw him walking up to him patted Dean on the shoulder while looking his son in the eye and nodding at him and went to Mary and put an arm around his still very beautiful wife. "Don talk to your mother like that."

Dean was now completely lost for words, his mum and dad are here in front of him, together.

"What the hell is happening!"

"It's quite simple Dean" John began "We are inside your head, we're like this because were what you want more than anything, your parents. Thank you by the way it means a lot. Anyway. This never happens you know, its called subconscious for a reason its because you don't consciously look around it and talk to it, well us. But this is necessary, you have to be made aware, you have to make a choice."

"What? Yeah it sounds real simple."

"You have to choice one reality. In the supernatural world there's a spell that pulling you from world to world and in the hospital one it is a form of schizophrenia that is doing this. You cannot sustain much more 'hoping' by you making a choice to which reality is real will stop this back and forth. That is how it all ends."

"Well that's easy."

"It may sound easy, but which one is real Dean?"

"Well."

"There's no well, there cannot be any doubt if you get it right you'll go back to normal. If you don't you'll be locked away in that reality in your own mind and it will kill you."

"Way to look at the positives pops."

"Dean I am warning you, well myself." Dean thought about this for a moment confused set in almost immediately.

"Which one is real?" Dean asked the fake mum and dad in front of him, begging for answers.

"What one feels real Dean, in your heart." Mary urged dean to search inside to which one felt more like home.

"I don't know. I kinda want Jimmies world to be real at least Sam's happy, there's nothing evil lurking in the shadows and I have Jimmy."

"What about Cas?" Mary asked

"Cas is Jimmy. I mean come on an angel? Really?"

"What if Cas' world is real and you choose Jimmies and you die and your death courses the death or every one else there?" John told Dean.

"What are you, am I talking about? I really am crazy, I am arguing with myself."

"Dean this is serious."

"Then help me, tell me."

"Dean we are you, you know what we know and visa versa."

"Then how did you know about this choice crap."

"Because Dean. We can see it" Mary held her hands up and on each palm, images were playing, on her left hand Cas was sitting staring at Dean on the floor stroking his hair and Sam came in with a book and a half smile on his tired looking face. On Mary's right hand was Jimmy sitting at his bed side watching over him. Cas held Dean's left hand and Jimmy held his right. Dean glanced down at his hands. Wishing he cold feel their touch, feel their warmth. He knew it was their but couldn't feel it. He was that far away from him, well them.

"You choose Dean."

"Huh."

"Choose what one to go back to. You will need to make the choice very soon, it will present it self in which ever reality you happen to be in. You will know when it comes. you have to be ready to make the choice Dean."

Dean nodded and approached his parents after kissing them both on the cheek he pointed at Mary's left hand, she nodded. John gave his son a hug one which Dean didn't want to let go of and Mary kissed her son on the forehead before blowing some of the contence of her left hand over he son, the fragments of that reality sprinkled around him and he felt himself begin to change, he was leaving.

"Give Sam our love son." John told Dean as Mary held her husband tight. It was a beautiful scene to leave on, though he cursed the fact he had to. "good bye son."

"good bye sweet heart" Mary bided her son farewell and blow him another kiss and the rest of the reality covered him.

"Mum, Dad. Good bye." It was the hardest thing Dean had ever had to do. He said good bye. How do you say a final good bye to your parents? It was truly heart wrenching. Tears fell as Mary and John became less and less clear. He knows they weren't truly John and Mary Winchester but they were the closest he was ever going to get to get some long over due closure.

They seemed happy, it may seem strange but Dean never really thought that after they died they could ever be together again. Dean was sure John crawled his way out of hell the night he sold his soul so was it possible, wasn't it? Dean naively hoped it was and it was the best most warming thing Dean could hold onto as his subconscious slipped away and a sense of being filled his limbs again. As he opened his eyes he saw his Cas, he was home. he was maybe home.

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