Chapter 3

Don't throw stones at me
Don't tell anybody
Trouble finds me
All the noise of this
Has made me lose my belief

I'm going back to my roots
Another day, another door
Another high, another low
Rock bottom, rock bottom, rock bottom
I'm going back to my roots

Had to lose my way
To know which road to take
Trouble found me
All I look forward
Washed away by a wave

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Meanwhile…

Sam Winchester woke up feeling like his body had been through 12 rounds with a brick wall. Even though he had been a hunter since he turned 10, he never got used to the pain that some hunts could cause. For a moment, the pain blinded him from what had happened, but once he started to feel better while brushing his teeth and taking a bath, the memories hit him right in the face.

He had gotten drunk, and when he came back to the motel met a very pissed off Dean that said extremely hurtful words (that he deserved) to him before he left the room as fast as he could. Since he didn't remember nothing more than that, Sam supposed that he passed out without meaning to. Now, Dean was nowhere to be seen and he was getting worried. His duffel bag was still where he left it, and it was way too late for him to be in a bar. Sam was starving, but something inside him was screaming that Dean could be in real danger, and because of him. If he would have done what he was supposed to do, Dean wouldn't be out and possibly hurting at the moment

"Why do you always screw thing up Sam? You're so stupid!", though Sam while picking up his jacket, facing the cold morning that welcomed him outside the warm room.

The young hunter looked everywhere and called to his brother's cell phone without any answer but his voice mail. However, when he was about to freak out after being two hours looking for him or even asking people if they had seen him, his cell phone rang and without seeing twice who was calling, pressed the green button on its screen

"Dean? Where are you?"

"Hello Samuel. I am the doctor Richard Masters, and I am treating Dean Bailer. Since you're the only contact that appears to call in a case of emergency, we need to talk with you… If you could come to Danville Regional Medical Center we would be really grateful", said the doctor

" I'll be there in a couple of hours, Doctor. Thank you for calling me", said Sam ending the call right after

Few hours later, Sam found himself running to hospital's entrance. If his brother was in a hospital, it meant that he was screwed. A hurt but normal Dean would have come back to their room, even being angry with him. Both men hated hospitals and doctors, avoiding them if their injury was minor.

Sam asked to the receptionist where he could find his brother, and as soon as she gave him the information, he went to the second floor trying to catch a deep breath. When breathing had become so hard? Maybe he was having a panic attack, but it was not the time to think about his needs, because there was a bigger situation going on.

In front of Dean's room, there was a doctor, that seemed to recognize him.

"Hello. Are you a relative of Dean Bailer?"

"Yes, I am Sam… Samuel Bailer. I'm his brother. W-What happened to him doctor?" he asked worried

"I think that we should talk about your brother's condition in my office, Mister Bailer. Please, follow me"

The young hunter followed the doctor to the first floor and inside his fancy office. He sat in one of the chairs nervous, trying to avoid the thoughts of his brother being dead

"Mister Bailer, your brother was admitted few hours ago. He was found unconscious in the middle of the street, and the paramedics tried to wake him up without success. We are still running tests on the patient, but according to his symptoms, we think that the new virus Croatean has affected your brother"

"I-Is he going to wake up? What does the virus do?"

"Look, Mister Bailer. We have received six patients with the same symptoms this week. We are trying to fight it, but so far we haven't been able to defeat it. The patients who suffer from this disease caused by the virus, die within three days after the infection. First, the immune system gets weaker, then the vital organs start to fail, and for the last, the patient is not able to breath by itself. Four out of the six men and women who were admitted passed away already… I'm sorry to tell you this, but we are trying our best to eliminate the virus"

"I understand Doctor. Can… Can I see my brother please?", asked Sam still shocked by information he had received

"Sure, Mister Bailer. Your brother is in the room 301, second floor. The visiting hours is until 07:00 PM", said the doctor standing up and heading to treat another patient

Sam went to the second floor again and stood for few minutes in front of his brother's room. His brother had been attacked by the damn thing that both were trying to kill, and now he was dying. The guilt and desperation was driving him crazy, but he had to do one right thing for once in his pathetic life. He had to kill that monster. Sam took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened the white door that separated him from the person that meant the entire world for him

Dean had an IV that was passing him fluid and medication, and his skin was as pale as the sheets that covered his limp body. Luckily, he was breathing on his own, which meant that he still had time to be saved.

"Dean… I'm sorry for causing you this… It should have been me the one to be here, not you. Everybody that is around me dies, and I am tired of living like that. I promise that I will find a way to save you, and then I will get out of the way forever. You'll be safer without me, we both know that… I have to go, but remember… I am going to get you out of this one, alright?", said Sam while taking his brother's limp hand in his.

The hunter ran where the impala was and drove towards the street where his brother was found. Maybe he could find a clue to star working on the case, before he'd do the usual research. He found nothing but a freesia on the floor, but when he looked better, next to it, was a black watch hand.

"What the hell?", asked Sam out loud

Sam looked for more evidence, but fifteen minutes later, took the items that he had found and placed them in the glove compartment. He didn't know what those things meant together, but he was sure that whatever attacked his brother, and the other victims had left that. It had to be a clue! Hoping that he could go faster drove straight to the library ignoring the sweatiness of his body, ready to put the damn monster an end…

Meanwhile…

AU

Dean let Bobby drive his beloved Impala, because he was not in a condition to do anything. He had had a panic attack inside the car, and the tears kept sliding down his face without control. The memories of the life he had never had were hunting him, and he couldn't feel anything but happiness to realize how lucky he had been to bring Sam back. In this world there was no apocalypse, and didn't know what had happened when the gates of hell opened. He hadn't been there to help close it, and neither had Bobby or Ellen…

FLASHBACK

YEAR 2006

2 WEEKS AFTER SAM'S DEATH

Dean was sitting on Bobby's couch as he was drinking his fifth beer of the day. He did not do nothing but drink and when he remembered, take a bath. Bobby had tried to distract him with a hunt, or even investigate what had happened with the seven demons that he heard, had escaped from hell when the kid who killed Sam opened the gates. With Sam being dead, there was nothing that he could be interested in. If some son of a bitch came to Bobby's house he was going to fight for the old man, but when it came to save other people, he was done doing that. Sam had said once to him that he was going to stick with him and be his pain in the ass little brother forever, however, that changed.

Sam was dead, and he was lost and mad in a world that he wanted to escape from. He turned on the TV and listened to the lirycs of a song that he'd never liked before, however, now he felt that it had been written for Sammy and him. He couldn't help but start crying again, and a single man tear slid down his face, remembering everything that his brother and him had been through since they were little, about Sam's destiny or even John's death.

If Mary hadn't died, Sam and him could be living an apple pie life that they deserved. His father and brother had paid the price of the life they had lived, and he knew that he had to carry on with their legacy. He was tired of everything, but he had to do for them.

They were some unfinished business that needed to be attended, and the most important was pretty personal. He was going to kill the yellow-eyed demon and spit in its face once he'd be dead. He was going to carry his family's world on his shoulders, maybe hoping that someday they would all be together again in heaven up the road

Some saw the sun.
Some saw the smoke.
Some heard the gun.
Some bent the bow.

Some far away.
Some search for gold.
Some dragon to slay.
Heaven, we hope.

Is just up the road.
Show me the way
Cause I,
I´m about to explode.

Carry your world
I'll carry your world
Carry your world
I'll carry your world.
Carry your world
And all your hurt.

(End of flashback)

"Dean! Wake up!", said Bobby

"Mm…Yeah, I am awake… what's going on?", he asked while rubbing his eyes

"We're here", said Bobby

Dean followed the older hunter until he stopped, and saw the cross with the carved initials "S.W" on it. Right next to the cross, few freesias were resting, and they seemed new.

"Hey Sammy, I am here… I..."

Dean fell on his knees feeling a strong pain inside his head, which made him pass out. He was awaken by a very worried Bobby, shaking him gently. He felt weird, like he was forgetting things… forgetting things about HIS Sam, and even the memories of all the things that both had been through in the real life…

The alternative world was sucking his real memories, and that could mean only one thing. If he forgot everything he knew was real, he would become into the alternative Dean.

It took him a while to realize, but now he knew that He was dying slowly, and he had to something to get out…

He wanted his Sammy back!

"Dean! Answer me! Are you ok?"

"Bobby, something's wrong…", said Dean letting the darkness claim him again

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HEY GUYS! FIRST OF ALL, THANK YOU FOR THE AWESOME REVIEWS AND FOLLOWS! I HEARD THE SONG "Atlas", by Coldplay AND I THOUGHT ABOUT SAM AND DEAN. I DON'T KNOW WHY. THE SONG CAME OUT ON THE YEAR 2013 OR SO, BUT BEAR WITH ME AND BELIEVE THAT THE SONG CAME OUT ON THE YEAR 2006. LOL

ANYWAYS, I WILL LEAVE THIS CHAPTER HERE, AND IF YOU LIKE IT AND HAVE TIME, PLEASE REVIEW! SEE YA SOON J