"A Djinn?" Dean asked Sam down the phone.

"Yes, it's what Genies are based off of," Sam replied.

"Okay. I'm heading in to look around. It's probably nothing but I still wanna look."

"Dean, no, wait for me and Amie."

"Don't worry about it, it'll take two secs," he said, hanging up the phone. Dean got out of the Impala and slammed the door, walking into the factory. He invested the factory slowly, no sign of danger, until a bald man with curling tattoos slammed into Dean. The Djinn struggled with him for a few minutes then finally got a hold of Dean.

There was a blue flash, then Dean fell asleep.

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Dean woke up in bed, fully dressed. He stood up and walked over to the phone, dialling Sam's number.

After a confused conversation in which Dean tried to explain his situation to Sam, and Sam promptly told him to go to sleep, Dean hung up.

"Honey?" A woman's voice said from behind him, causing him to whip round. In front of him stood a brown haired, brown eyes woman around the same age as him. He looked at her, confused… he felt as if something was wrong, someone was missing… some one else should have been stood there.

But he couldn't remember.

"Dean, what's wrong?" The woman asked, walking into the kitchen and making coffee for Dean.

Dean walked over to the kitchen table, looking at an envelope addressed to "Carmen Porter."

"Nothing, C - Carmen. I just, uh…"

"Can't sleep?"

"Yeah," he chuckled, relieved at the answer supplied to him.

"Well, why don't you come back to bed and see if I can do anything to help?" Carmen asked, smiling coyly and walking up to Dean. But Dean felt something stir in his chest, something sink in his stomach; this was wrong. He didn't want to have sex with this woman… but why?

"You go, I'll uh, catch up," he said, excusing himself.

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Dean sat on the sofa, watching the news. This world wasn't so good… Sam hated him, he felt guilty every time he got close to Carmen, and his Dad was still dead. But his mum was alive… he had a normal family.

So why did he feel so alone?

"Indianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the one hundred and eighty people who lost their lives in a plane crash.."

Dean looked up at the screen with wide eyes. "No, no I stopped that crash…" she murmured, leaning forwards. If Dean never became a hunter then he would have never stopped any of the monsters… he never saved anyone.

Dean thought of all the people he had saved; a million faces, a million names flashed through his mind, but his heart stopped at the thought of one. Amie Brown, held captive by a demon, no sign of escape possible.

Dean jumped up and scrambled to his laptop, pulling up Google. He typed in Amie Brown and the state in which they had met… the first result was a newspaper article.

"The bodies of 3 young people have been found inside a house.

Peter Docker - one of the dead - is suspected of capturing the other two victims and holding them hostage in his home for weeks, before eventually killing them both and committing suicide.

The victims - Honey Tate, 21, and Amie Brown, 24 - had reportedly been tied to bed posts and tortured for weeks, until they eventually died from their injuries.

Peter Docker's friend released a statement-"

Dean felt sick. Without him there to save her, Amie had been kept in that house for weeks. His throat was burning… what was the point in living if Amie was dead?

He stood up. All he could think about now was Amie's laugh; her crooked teeth, her freckles, her shining eyes. Her warm hugs, her smooth voice, her long hair in his fingers. He felt a longing for her, an ache… what a worthless world this was.

He knew what he had to do. He knew that he could not stay without her.

Dean drove to the factory in which he had last been in the other world. He stormed in, looking for the Djinn. But he was no where to be seen.

"Dean?" Sam's voice came from behind him. "Dean, what're you doing."

"Sam, this isn't real," he choked.

"Dean, I'm real… I'm here."

He sucked in a shaky breath and ran a hand through his hair. "Even if this is real… I don't care. Amie isn't here."

"But I'm here," Mary Winchester soothed him, appearing beside Sam. "Come home."

"Mum…" Dean whimpered, desperate to see her.

"This is everything you wanted and more, Dean. This is a normal life," Carmen said, walking towards him and putting a hand on his cheek. The same sinking feeling appeared deep in his stomach, an ache in his chest. Dean wanted to recoil from the hand, to slap it away.

"That's your mistake," Dean said in a shattered voice, pulling out the knife he had hidden in his coat. "I did want a normal life."

Dean swallowed and smiled at his Mother, his baby brother with Jess.

"But I wanted it with her," he sighed, smiling as tears rolled down his cheeks. He plunged the knife deep into his chest.

He didn't know if he would wake up in a world where Amie was alive or if he would just die. He didn't know what the limits of the Djinn's powers were.

But even if he died, it was better than living without her.

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"Dean? Dean, sweetie, please!" Amie's voice penetrated Dean's haze. She disconnected Dean from the drip, supporting his weight as Sam rushed in.

"The Djinn taken care of?" She asked as she helped Dean towards the door.

"Yeah, no worries. Get Dean to the Impala and I'll get this girl down, okay?" Sam asked.

Amie hurried him back to the car, not needing to be told twice. He collapsed into the back seat, obviously weak.

"Dean, baby, can you hear me?" Amie asked, cupping his face. He looked into her eyes deeply, relief rushing his face.

"Ams," he wheezed. "You're here."

"Of course I am. I'm always here for you," she promised, pressing her lips to his forhead.

He was home.