Chapter 2
All that I'm after is a life full of laughter
As long as I'm laughing with you
And I think that all that still matters is love ever after
After the life we've been through
'Cause I know there's no life after you
Last time we talked
The night that I walked
Burns like an iron in the back
Of my mind
I must have been high
To say you and I weren't meant to be
And just wasting my time
Oh why did I ever doubt you
You know I would die here without you
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AU UNIVERSE
YEAR 2010
Dean Winchester woke up feeling the comfortable mattress underneath his body that incredibly, was not hurt or sore. Being honest, he had not felt like that in a long time, and it felt just awesome.
When he opened his eyes, saw that he was in another motel room, but with one bed only. Dean started to freak out, because Sam was nowhere to be seen, and something bad could have happened to him being all alone. He remembered moments later the unnecessary actions and some words that he had said to his brother before he left the room that both men were in, feeling how the guilt destroyed him. Why was Dean alone? He would never do that, not even after a big fight with his little brother! When he called Sam, listened to his younger brother's old voice mail, the one that he used on 2006 when they started hunting after their dad's death. Why would Sam have his old voice mail? His voice had gotten deeper, and there was no way that he had been able to talk like that again. He swore that kid was going to give him grey hairs someday!
"Where the hell are you Sammy!", screamed the elder Winchester with worried voice
He tried to call him few more times, getting the same frustrating result. Dean was about to get out of the room and drive to find him, when an idea crossed his mind
"Bobby will probably know where Sam is! Why didn't I think about that before?", said out loud laughing nervously
Dean didn't have to wait for Bobby to answer, since he heard the old hunter's voice instantly. He frowned, trying to remember the last time that Bobby had answered a call before it would end. Since he was in a wheelchair, it was almost impossible to talk by a telephone with the old hunter
"Singer here. Who are you and why do you know my number?",
"Bobby, it's Dean"
"Dean! You haven't called in a long time! How are you doing idjit?", said Bobby with gentle voice
"I'm good. It's just that… I am worried about Sam. I had a fight with him, and now he is not answering his damn phone. I slept in another motel room, and it has a single bed! I don't even remember booking the damn room! Can you try to track Sammy's cellphone? I need to find him"
"Son, are you ok?", asked Bobby confused and worried about Dean. Why was he asking about Sam, when he knew that he had died four years ago in Cold Oak? Maybe he was just still drunk, like he had been since he had to bury Sam. He'd never forgotten the fact that he was the only Winchester alive though...
"Me? I am ok Bobby! It's Sammy the one that is probably hurt or even something worse than that!"
"Why don't you come here and I'll try to see where… Sam is?", asked Bobby feeling sadness just saying the name of the boy that had been a son to him.
"Alright, if you talk to him or know anything about him, give me a call urgently ok?", asked Dean with his "I am freaking out" voice
"Alright… I'll let you know", answered Bobby while opening the fridge and taking a cold needed beer
Few hours later…
Dean parked the car in front of Bobby's house, still worried sick about his brother. He had driven for five hours, and the old man hadn't given him a single call to let him know that Sam was alright. He had to be fine, because if something had happened to him he'd never forgive himself. He was supposed to protect and be there for his kid brother. Lately, their relationship had been... Well, they had not had any relationship being honest. He and Sam could seem as strangers during the past few months, but he hadn't cared about that until now.
Sam hadn't been the only one that started the apocalypse, but even if he thought about that once or twice since the end of the world began, it was easier to let his brother take the blame for everything. Why this kind of things had to happen in order for him to understand what was important in his life?
"Son, here you are!", said Bobby walking towards him
Dean saw him surprised, because the old man was FREAKING WALKING!
"How… How are you walking Bobby? And the wheelchair?" , he asked amazed
"What are you talking about? I am not that old yet idjit!", said Bobby confused
"But you… What have you done? A deal to walk again? Don't mess with me! I know that you did something!"
"Dean, calm down. What's happening to you?"
"I don't know! Yesterday everything was… like I knew it, I guess. The apocalypse was ending the life more people, as usual and Sammy got drunk instead of researching. I got mad at him and I walked out of the room… That's all that I can remember", said Dean feeling a bad feeling about the whole situation
"Come inside my house and we'll talk, okay?", asked the old hunter, Placing his hand on the younger hunter's shoulder
"Okay…"
Few minutes later, Bobby had brought Dean a cold beer and got prepared to say what was going to destroy the kid, all over again…
"Son, listen to me. I don't know what is happening to you, but the fight with your brother and the apocalypse that you dreamt of was not… real"
"What do you mean?... I don't understand you", said Dean now scared. He knew that whatever Bobby was going to say to him wouldn't be good
"Do you remember… what happened in Cold Oak?"
"Yeah… How could I forget that? Sammy was killed by that kid. I'm glad that he killed Jake after I brought him back…"
"Jake was his name? How do you know it?... Listen to me Dean, Sam is not here and… you won't be able to reach him or track him"
"Why not? Can you just tell me what the hell is happening Bobby?"
"You couldn't bring Sam back when he was stabbed… You tried, and I almost punched you for that. We had to bury him, Dean. Sam's gone, and I am sorry to tell you everything like this, but we've been through this."
"What are you saying! Sam's not dead Bobby! I… I sold my soul for him, and I hugged him when I saw him standing there. You're wrong! I'd know if…"
Dean couldn't finish his sentence, because suddenly, he remembered everything that had happened, even the little details. The damn monster had attacked him!
Flashback…
"…I wish I hadn't made that stupid deal to bring you back! If you were dead, any of this would not be happening right now!"
"I can make your wish come true"
"You made a wish back there, and I am going to make it true. You'll have three days to get out, or you will die"
TICK
TOCK
He let his muscles relax, and without meaning to, closed his eyes as his face met the pavement. The last thing that he heard was the woman saying "Have a good dream Dean Winchester"
(End of flashback)
"No… How could I… This can't be happening...No…", said Dean, reviving the moment when Sam got stabbed, and he held his limp body against his.
"I'm sorry son", repeated Bobby rubbing the man's back trying to make him calm down
"Bobby… You ha-have…(sob) to know... I made a wish when i was angry... and THIS is happening (sob)… How could I? 'm sorry Sammy"
"You made a wish? What are you talking about son? Tell me about it…"
Dean told him what happened looking at the floor ashamed, and when he finished talking, saw the scared and confused eyes of his second fatherly figure.
"So, you're unconscious in the real life, and have to figure out to get out of this… alternative universe before you die in few days?. It sounds crazy… but I believe you. Winchesters… You always know how to get yourselves into trouble…", said Bobby already thinking about the creature that could have those kind of powers. One of his books had to had something, and if he couldn't find anything, he would have to call Rufus and ask that idjit for help
"Yes… She h-had a round pocket watch with a weird button… I don't know how it worked Bobby. I need to go back, please"
"You will son. I promise you that. We'll figure out how to get your ass out of the fire, okay? There has to be something in these books…", said Bobby while placing a tall pile of dusty books onto his desk.
"Sammy would have loved to help with the reading… He is a nerd", said Dean aloud without meaning to. He had the memories of his real life, however, when Bobby talked about what had happened in the alternative world… or whatever the thing was had some flashbacks of a life without Sam in it.
Flashback….
YEAR 2006
May 4th
Dean put the shovel aside, while passing his dirty hand through his sweaty forehead. He had finished covering his brother's wooden coffin with soil all by himself. Bobby had offered him help, but he denied it, and as soon as he left him and Sam alone, took the dead weight of his brother's body in his arms, carrying him towards the Impala. Sam had been dead for two days, because after trying to bargain a deal to bring Sam back with some demons (without success), gave up and tried to assimilate that he had lost his brother for the rest of his damned life.
Dean kneeled in front of Sammy's grave, which could only be distinguished by the great wooden cross that he himself had made.
"I'll never leave you alone Sammy. I promise you that… I'll think and fight for you every single day of my life, because I know that that is what you would have wanted"
The elder hunter got up and gave the cross one last time. In it, he'd carved the initials "S.W", knowing that that way Sammy would never be a "nameless body". If someone saw the cross, they were going to know that the person that laid underground, had been loved and would always be remembered.
Once he was in the driver seat, he contained himself from looking at the empty passenger seat next to him. He didn't want anybody to sit in there. It had been and always would be Sammy's seat. Somehow, Dean knew that Sam was there with him. He still had the necklace that his little brother gave him many years ago, which was carrying his brother's love inside it.
"See you in few days Sammy. I'll bring you the stupid girly flowers that you liked as a kid… the white freesias…", added with a smile on his face, the first one in days and silent tears sliding down his face, as he drove away.
FEW HOURS BEFORE…
Sammy's skin was cold and grayish and his lips were pale. Dean tried to think about the Sam he had known, but those memories were gone, and all that was left was Sam's corpse in the backseat of his beloved car.
"I'm sorry Sammy. I…I tried to bring you back but the demons didn't accept my soul. I'm nothing, i am worthless … First dad, and now you… I should have known that the kid was carrying a knife. I shouldn't have let you go alone to buy that stupid pie! I f-failed you… and I am sorry for that… I love you little brother. I never said that before and now it is too late… (sob)...", said Dean while driving them to the place where Sammy would rest forever
(End of flashback)
Present time
Bobby was reading the old dusty books in silence, while Dean was sitting in the couch few feet away from him. He called his name, but it seemed that he was too lost to listen to him. He kept reading, until he saw that Dean walking towards him with tears on his face, and a broken soul trying to make the words come out of his mouth
"Bobby… I need to see him… I need to see Sammy's grave"…
TO BE CONTINUED
AUTHOR'S NOTE: HEY GUYS! I will leave this chapter right here, just because I am a little evil (ha ha). Thank you for the follows and reviews! If you like this chapter, please leave me a review to let me know. It'd help me a lot. See ya soon! J
P.S: I was thinking that Jo or Ellen could appear as well… but I am not sure yet. If you want them to appear let me know
