Chapter 4

I'm right on the middle mark
I'm just in the tier of everything that rides below the surface
And I watch from a distance seventeen
And I'm short of the others dreams of being golden and on top

We all are living in a dream,
But life ain't what it seems
Oh everything's a mess
And all these sorrows I have seen
They lead me to believe
That everything's a mess

But now I am leaving
All of us were only dreaming
Everything is actually a mess

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Real Universe

Sam had been in the library's wooden chair for more hours that he had intended to. However, there was nothing that he could do but stay there hoping to somehow, find a way to help Dean. Every minute counted, and his desperation was increasing every time that he watched the hours fly by without mercy.

He lost himself in the books until his eyes could barely see and his mind could barely understand what the text said, but if he had to guess how much time he had been there taking his tired mind in consideration, could guess that he had been there for a four or five hours. After reading all the books that they had in the "mystic category" decided that he needed help in this case. He didn't want to need it, since he caused the trouble, so he was the one that was supposed to fix it. After losing so much time, knew that that was not possible anymore. He had no choice but to call the man who he trusted the most, and was his family even if he didn't share blood with him. Sam called Bobby, and waited patiently until the old man answered

"Singer here" said the old hunter

"Bobby, it's me… Sam"

"Look who's calling again! How are you son?"

"I… I need your help Bobby. It's about Dean…"

"What did that idjit do this time? You boys are always getting in troubles!", said Bobby now worried sick

Sam explained the current situation to Bobby, and just hearing his silent answer, knew that even the old man was not sure if this case would have a solution. There was not much hope to begin with, but like they say, "Hope never dies".

The hunter told him to go to his house and help him read his old and dusty books, but he desisted and told him to call him if he knew anything. If he went there, he would be too far from Dean, which was not an option now. Meanwhile Bobby would make his own research; he was going to attend to another library, hoping that this time he could get some needed answers to his many questions.

"We will do all that we can to save him son. Even if he's not conscious, he knows that we are going to do whatever it takes to save him", was the last thing that Bobby said before ending the call, making Sam feel a little bit better. When he finished the call, decided that once he saved… if he could save Dean, he was going to go away from him again. He was only bad news to the people around him, if he was honest with himself. He was going to keep fighting against Lucifer no matter what happened, but alone. Dean had been right when he said that they couldn't hunt or even be together in the same motel room. He had been too selfish to let his brother walk away from him. That man had been stupid, but the new Sam Winchester was ready to make the world a better place, for Dean, Bobby and all the innocent people that deserved to live in peace.

AU

Dean opened his eyes, while hearing voices that belonged to some people that he knew. He listened carefully for a minute and identified the voices of Ash, Ellen and Jo. He had a vague memory of an explosion in the Roadhouse, carbonized bodies in the real life… But he couldn't remember if Ash or one of the Harvelle girls had been there when that happened. The reality of the situation hit him, and he sat on the couch that he had slept in for days, when Sam… the real Sam at least, had been in some kind of trouble that he couldn't deal alone by the time. The feeling of betrayal and anger when he thought about that fading memory was intense, but the feeling of fear and hope to make the right decision were present as well. Sammy would never betray him or hurt him on purpose. Maybe he had committed a mistake, and he had been just a little disappointed. They were brothers, and there was nothing that he wouldn't do to save Sam, even after having a fight or argument with him. It felt good to know that Sam thought the same way as him, even if both of them never spoke that to each other. They didn't need words to speak. Their bond reached beyond the normal siblings bond, and he was grateful for that.

"Son, you're awake", said Bobby with a half drank cold beer in his right hand

The old hunter must have seen the fear and confusion in his eyes, taking that as the moment to keep talking to him

"Dean, what's wrong? You don't look good. I would say that it looks like you saw a ghost, but…"

"Dean? You alright?" said Jo interrupting Bobby, walking towards Dean, sitting next to him

"Yeah… yeah. I am ok"

None of the, now, four people that were in the room seemed to believe him, which was not surprising at all. He didn't even believe his own lie.

"Dean, baby… You can trust me, you know that right?" said Jo kissing his cheek and passing her soft hand through his short brown hair

"Baby? You called me Baby?" asked the elder Winchester confused

"I think that I own that permission already, Dean Winchester. We've been together for three years"

Flashback…

3 YEARS AGO…

Dean entered inside the Roadhouse with a dislocated shoulder and a gash on his forehead that after applying pressure an hour ago let him see and drive away, after the werewolf hunt that he finished all alone. He didn't have a big concussion, so driving wouldn't be too much of a trouble. If he suspected something differently, he wouldn't be driving his beloved baby

"If Sam was here, he would be freaking out right now, asking me how many fingers I see", thought Dean to himself, feeling sadness. He thought about his little brother every day of his life, but after a year the feeling of agony that made him want to kill himself to see him again was starting to disappear little by little. He was getting used to his absence, as a psychologist would say. Maybe it was for the best, however he couldn't find that thought comforting, not even watching it from all the point of views. Pain was all that he had to remember that Sam had been real, and not a dream that he had, where he and his brother covered each other's backs every day, loving each other to death. That pain, even if it seemed stupid to say, was the reason that kept him alive all these time.

As soon as he saw Jo, smiled at her seeing her worried face while she instantly dropped everything she was holding, running to meet him.

"Dean! What happened to you? Oh my God Dean! Let me stitch that gash right now before it is infected! Your shoulder is dislocated? Where have you gotten yourself into this time? Mom, Ash, come here both of you! I need help!"

Dean smiled at her again with teary eyes. Sensing the protective voice of her was comforting... Somehow he found himself in the weird stage where she meant something else than a friend to him. Both had been seeing each other for few months now, and even Ellen said that they looked like a couple now. Bobby and Ellen approved their relationship, so the green light was on for him. Ellen as Jo's mother, and Bobby as Dean's fatherly figure were expecting that someday they would announce what was apparently obvious to everybody.

"Look son, when your daddy died I saw you break apart like a broken glass… But when Sam died I saw how those glass pieces kept breaking until there was nothing else to see of them. Jo makes you happy, and I haven't seen you smile in a long time. I am not gonna tell what to do idjit, but believe me when I say that this could be the first step towards the life that Sam would have wanted you to live" said Bobby once to him making him accept that even if it hurt, Sam would have wanted to see him happy… Living the life that he had taken away from his little brother in the moment he said that he needed help to find their dad.

(End of flashback)

"Dean, are you with me? Dean, please answer me kid", said Ellen worried kneeling in front of him

"I don't know, Ellen… Honestly, I don't know what to do anymore", said Dean letting the strong mask fall that he had kept for hours or even days

An hour passed, and everybody were doing the research to help him with his case. Jo was next to him, and in few occasions, she could not resist the urgency of hugging him or even kiss him. He responded to the show of affection, but the feeling of discomfort was evident for his girlfriend. He was not the Dean that she loved. He was still a lonely man that needed his space to feel secure, and a relationship was a dream that was too far. It was just a dream, like the one he was living now.

"Dean, come here", said Ash

"What? You find anything?", asked Dean while heading towards the man was

"I think so… So as far as you know, you were angry with your brother right? You made a wish out of anger or some kind of wish that you now regret…"

"Yeah"

"This lady, or whatever the hell that thing is, has attacked few towns in the past 28 years. It usually senses when somebody has a wish that is beyond the usual pathetic one, like 'I wish I had a donut right now'. She follows the person that wishes something, mostly out of anger, and puts the person to sleep. Within three days the person is dead due to bad functioning of the vital organs and other nasty stuff"", explained Ash

"Ash, you are not helping", said Dean still not believing that that was happening to him

"But there's a cure to reverse the spell that the she made on you and other victims. You need to communicate with Sam through his dreams, because he is the only one that will be able to help you. He needs a very rare dagger that only some powerful demons can get. Do you have a buddy that you can trust there?"

"Yes, I have. His name is Crowley and he owe us, so yeah. Just the dagger then?", asked Dean

"It has to be covered with your blood and Sam's blood as well. She usually leaves some objects behind that need to be burned once she's dead too. It is the easier part, I could say. Sam has to summon her and kill her with it. Oh, you know that in order to communicate with Sam you have to have a hair or something that belonged to him, right?"

"Yes, I know. This Dean… I mean… I kept a lock of his hair when he passed away. That will do the trick, right?"

"Damn right", said Ash smiling at him

"Let's do this", thought Dean while walking towards his duffel, ready to wake up and have a good talk with Sammy. He would make things right with him, and never let him go again.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you enjoy this fic, please leave a review to let me know.

What do you think about Jo and Dean being together? I think that they could have been a great couple

See ya soon J