In this chapter I'm going to give you guys a flashback that is actually one of Dean's nightmares. It gives you an insight of how Dean's life was in the past since I haven't given you guys that much 'in-depth' detail on his past! Oh, and there's also some Dean/Jess time! Of course Jess is able to comfort Dean and help him out in ways that maybe Sam couldn't! Thanks for your support and enjoy!

Dean woke up with a start yet again. Ever since the run-in with John the nightmares had started up again. He never had told Sam about the nightmares and was somehow able to keep them a secret from him which he was grateful for.

Almost all of his nightmares were memories from his past. This night's nightmare was a new one, from back when he was in high school.

Dean stuffed his face in his pillow, trying to rid his mind of the memory, but he just couldn't. He remembered every detail of it.

Eighteen year-old Dean was limping down the hallway. His leg hurt like hell, it had been about a month since his father busted his knee and of course he wouldn't let Dean get it looked at. Then they'd have to pay, and he wasn't worth anything.

The halls were crowded and with Dean's limp he went really slowly. People pushed him out of the way and laughed, causing him to stumble and sometimes fall. Today Dean actually thought he might make it to his first hour on time. That is, before his old crappy backpack finally broke and his books went spilling out all over the floor.

"Shit!" Dean whispered and bent down to grab his books. He slowly bent down, his knee screaming in protest as he did so. The kids around him groaned as they shoved past him, not even offering to help.

Eventually from all of the shoving Dean ended up on his butt, fallen to the floor once again. He sighed and looked up, searching for a clock to see how long until the late bell rang. There was no use trying to get up now with all these kids around, may as well just wait until they are all in class so no one would push him down again.

However, in his searching for the clock he discovered something else that captured his attention more.

Sammy.

Sam was standing just a few classrooms down with a group of his friends. He and Sam did walk to school together, but once they got on school grounds it was a different story. Now that Sam was in older and in high school he seemed to have finally realized what a loser his big brother really was. When Sam was in elementary and middle school he would happily run out of school and to his big brother. He was too young to understand how stupid and embarrassing his older brother was.

Now when they got near the school Sam would walk in front of Dean and go catch up with his friends, staying as far away from Dean as possible. Dean couldn't say he blamed him; he was the biggest loser in the school after all. He was only a sophomore at eighteen when he should be a senior. He failed twice, didn't have enough credits to move on. Soon he would be too old to even go to high school anyway.

When Sam saw how much people made fun of Dean and how much he was talked about, Sam was embarrassed to go to the same school as Dean. Sam's friend's always laughed and talked about Dean. While Sam didn't join in on their laughter he still didn't do a thing to defend his brother, his brother that did so much for him.

Dean should feel mad, he really should, but he just can't. He feels sad sure, but he isn't mad. The reason is because Sam is completely different when they are back home and not around other people and his friends. Sam jokes around with Dean, helps him if he falls, and asks him if he's okay. Hell, Sam even drove him to the hospital at thirteen last year when his father dumped those chemicals into his eyes. Sam did care about him; he just didn't show it in front of other people because he was afraid of getting laughed at and losing his friends.

Sam obviously saw Dean fall. Dean could see the way Sam grimaced and looked at Dean out of the corner of his eye. His friends were howling with laughter. Dean caught things such as 'There's your lame-ass of a brother!' and 'Are you seriously sure he's not mental?'

Sam didn't say anything back and instead walked into his class, leaving his brother on the ground with books all over the floor and a screwed up leg.

It hurts Dean when things like this happen and it kind of gets to him. He's used to being treated like shit by everyone. Everyone that is, except for his brother. Now is brother isn't giving him the time of day in public places and will never go out with him anywhere.

It's tough, but it's the story of his life.

Then late bell rings and Dean's still sitting on the floor. A couple stranglers rushed into class and then he's all alone. And then suddenly he's not.

Sam was standing above him, with hand outstretched towards Dean, yet his eyes are scanning the hallway, making sure no one sees him with this loser.

Dean didn't want to take Sam's hand. He wanted to yell at Sam for treating him like shit. But he can't. Sam already probably gets laughed at enough because of simply being Dean's brother. It's a whole new can of worms if he's actually seen with Dean.

Dean took Sam's hand.

Sam hauled Dean up with this strange gentleness, like he's sorry for ignoring Dean when he fell, like he feels bad for it.

He steadied Dean as he sways and picked up his books, he looked at Dean's ratted backpack sadly and also with disgust.

"I gotta get you a new one for Christmas. Why didn't you tell dad yours was falling apart?" Sam asked

Because I'll get beat for asking him for anything! Dean wanted to shout, he wanted to reveal the truth, but he can't, he never can. He's kept such a good job keeping this a secret so far, he can't back down now.

So instead he settled with "I dunno, didn't think it was that bad off."

Sam just nodded and shrugged it off, looking over his shoulder again. "I told my teacher I was going to the bathroom." He said

Dean winced at that. Sam can't even tell the teacher he's going to help his crippled brother that fell; he has to make up an excuse.

Sam caught Dean's expression and Dean could see guilt in Sam's eyes, the guilt for doing this to his big brother. Maybe Sam will actually turn around…apologize for how he's been acting.

But all Dean got is a "Which way is your classroom?"

Dean shook his head. He knew Sam's whole schedule and yet Sam knows none of Dean's classes.

"226." Dean said and pointed the opposite way of Sam's classroom.

Sam nodded and quickly walked over to Dean's classroom, waiting impatiently for Dean to catch up with his horrible limp.

Dean finally did and Sam handed him his books.

"Thanks." Dean said and decided to add "You…you want to maybe go out tonight Sammy? I mean…you and me hanging out? Going bowling or doing some dumb teenager stuff?"

Sam's face automatically filled with fear and some guilt. He bit his lip. "I…I'm sorry Dean. I'm going out with some of my friends. Maybe some other time huh?"

And with that he turned and walked away, leaving Dean alone once again….

Dean shook his head and got back to the present. He wasn't in high school anymore, Sam didn't ignore him and treat him like shit anymore, their father was dead….

He was no longer eighteen year old 'limpy loser' Dean, but rather twenty-five year old one-legged crippled Dean.

He thought back on his former life and knew he'd much rather take being one-legged and crippled. He knew why he had this dream; it was because of how those people had treated him earlier when he went to mail the checks. But now he also had people that cared about him now, people that cared about him both at home and in the public.

Dean glanced at the clock and saw that it was 5:00 AM. No point in going back to sleep now. He reached for his crutches but his hand slipped and the crutches went falling to the floor.

Dean winced, hoping he didn't wake anyone up. However he realized he did when he heard footsteps hurrying to his door.

The door opened and Jess stood in the doorway, worry etched across her face. That was kind of weird; if anyone woke up from that it should have been Sammy. Jess was one hell of a heavy sleeper.

"Is everything alright Dean?" Jess asked him, coming up to stand beside him

"Yeah, just dropped these stupid things." He laughed and pointed to the fallen crutches. "Sorry I woke you."

Jess bent down and picked up the crutches and handed them to Dean. "Oh no, you didn't wake me. I was already up."

Dean looked at her with disbelief "You actually woke up before 10:00?" He gasped

"Oh, shut up!" She laughed back and punched Dean in the shoulder "I woke up about a half hour ago and I can't get back to sleep. Damn cramps." She growled

Dean laughed, Jess hardly never swore, it funny to hear her do so. But he nodded in understanding. "That's one of the few problems I don't have. Missing a leg, other knee's a prosthesis, burnt back, bad eyes, scars all over my body, but at least I don't get cramps."

Jess smiled sadly at Dean and sat down next to him on the bed. "So why are you up?" She asked with concern

"Uhh, just woke up. Couldn't get back to sleep." Dean lied and Jess didn't believe it.

"Really Dean. What's going on? Please tell me. I can tell that you and Sam have been keeping secrets from each other and from me since…well you know…" She stated "Something went down while I was unconscious and I want to know so I can help."

"I've noticed Sammy's been a little quiet lately." Dean responded

"Yes. But what's wrong with you? Something has got to be bothering you Dean, I can tell. You've also been a little more withdrawn since that day. What happened in the motel?" She questioned

"Other than the bastard flippin' out on Sammy and me, shooting me, and then me shooting the bastard back? Nothing." Dean told her truthfully, trying to put some humor into the conversation

"But something he did is bothering you isn't it?" Jess ignored the attempt at lightening the situation

"No…well…it's just something he said…but it's not important. It's not the reason for my nightmare either." This was only partly true.

"Dean it is important. I want to know what's bugging you. And so does Sam. When you feel like it, please let us know. I don't like to see you hurting." She told him with love

"I'm not hurting." Dean defended himself

Jess sighed. "Maybe not physically anymore, but emotionally you are. I know you well enough to tell."

And what could Dean say to that? Nothing really. But truth was Jess really did make him feel better. She made him believe that he could soon tell Sam and Jess what was truly bothering him. He nodded and they sat in silence for a while.

"How about I make breakfast? You can help." She suggested

Dean lit up at the opportunity for helping out. Jess could be asking him only because she knew that he wanted to help out. Or she truly really did want his help. Either way, Dean was eager to help.

Dean but on his knee brace that he had to wear on his full leg with the prosthetic knee. It was kind of bulky but it helped out a lot and one day he wouldn't have to wear it anymore….hopefully. He then got settled on his crutched and followed Jess into the kitchen. Only two more days until he got his new leg…

Dean sat down at the kitchen table and helped Jess mix the ingredients together to make pancakes. He ended up accidentally turning the electric mixer on full blast and pancake mix sprayed all over him and Jess. They both started cracking up and kind of started a 'pancake mix fight'. Dean was laughing the whole ordeal and for the first time in a while he was truly having fun and could put all his worries aside.

Sam trudged in some time later, looking at Jess and Dean like they were insane.

"What in the world did you guys get into?" Sam asked sleepily, trying to figure out what they were covered in.

Jess just laughed. "Looks like we'll just have to settle for cereal for breakfast again."

Sam groaned. "I really wanted pancakes." He whined when he realized that's what they had been making. "Why did you guys have to go and wear the food?"

"Oh shut up Samantha." Dean chuckled and threw an egg at Sam, hitting him in the chest. "There, now you fit in too! So stop crying."

Sam swatted the egg off of his pajama top with disgust and rolled his eyes at Dean. "Whatever." He mumbled, but there was also a hint of happiness to his voice

Just then someone knocked on their door.

"Would you get that Samantha? Our hands are kind full." Dean laughed

Sam shook his head and walked over to the door and opened it.

On the other side stood a young girl about Sam's age with short blonde hair.

"Hi!" She grinned "My name's Meg."

Yes this Meg is the demon-Meg that you're all thinking about! Muhahaha! I'm evil! You really didn't think the supernatural would leave the boys alone just because the demon is dead did you? Everything will try and stop them from having a normal life!

What did you guys think of the flashback/nightmare? What do you think about how Sam treated Dean? Would you like to see the same one in Sam's point of view? Would you like to see more flashbacks so you could see how Sam and Dean's life and relationship was like back then? Let me know! Please review, I worked really hard on this chapter and it took me a long time. It's a lot longer than my previous chapters have been! I hope you guys liked it!

Oh yeah, and in case you guys were wondering, Cassie will make an appearance in the next chapter. Why she hasn't been around much will be explained!