I totally impressed myself here with a chapter twice as big as I usually write. Yahooo!
This chapter is about Sam and how he's coping in his situation. The italic sections are quotes and a description from the actual series. Try guessing from each episodes they are from just for fun! =D

**Also take note that the story summary did change, but only for a minor reason which you will find out in this chapter! Enjoy!!!

"NO!"

A man rushed to Sam with panic in his eyes. The man seemed so familiar to him, like they had known each other for many years. Sam could not feel the bottom half of his body but he knew that he had fell down on his knees somehow as the stranger fell in front of him, grabbing him before he could fall face down onto the muddy ground.

Sam tried to focus his eyes on the man's green eyes. They were familiar and he had seen them before, but still he couldn't put his finger on the man's name. Sam saw that the man was talking to him; seeing his lips moving, but he barely understood a thing. Sam looked around him, trying to remember where he was and what had happened to his body. It was dark as night but he still managed to see the big rusty bell near one of the abandoned houses surrounding him. Sam saw the rain falling down but couldn't feel it touch the skin of his face. He thought for just a second: this wasn't right. This wasn't… home? The image of a little 5 year old girl suddenly struck his mind.

Anna! Sam tried to scream out loud but couldn't. His body was shutting down; he suddenly couldn't feel his arms and body. All he could feel was the immense migraine hitting the inside of his skull. He had to warn the man to take care of her. He barely remembered her but he knew that she meant so much to him.

Sam focused on the man's lips, trying to decipher what he was saying to him. Sam closed his eyes, unable to keep them open, and focused on the man's voice.

"It's my job, right? Watching out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother…"

Brother? Sam felt numbness take over all of his body… he couldn't feel a thing… he couldn't open his eyes anymore…

Brother. Dean?

Dean!

…

"Dean!"

Sam sat up straight, trying to catch up his breath.

He looked around him, finding himself no way near the dark town square he had just been at. Instead, he was sitting on a bed in a nice decorated bedroom. The morning breeze made the curtain dance smoothly while the sun gently lit the cream pastel colored walls.

Sam finally recognized the room as his bedroom, but didn't remember falling asleep. What was troubling him the most though was that dream he just had. He remembered Dean, but he also remembered being in that small town; not in a dream, but actually being there. Sam had remembered the cold, the rain, the numbness in his body…

… Sam remembered dying.

"Daddy!"

A little girl's voice made all of Sam's thoughts disappear in a second. Anna crawled her way up the bed to him. Sam's instincts acted up over him just like they had when she had come to see him earlier this morning; like he knew he had to respond to the little girl. It had to be his paternal instincts, Sam thought to himself as he picked the girl up in his arms and sat her next to him. She had long dark pigtails on each side of her head that kept her hair from going down in her face. Sam could not help but to give her a little smile as she looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes: his eyes.

"Mommy said to come and check up on you."

Sam frowned. He wasn't used to this yet, but his mind took control over him. "Why did she want that?"

"You kept screaming uncle De's name" Anna replied with a serious face, as if it was natural for her father to have nightmares.

Sam didn't know what to answer to the little girl. He gave her a smile and she hugged him in return. For a moment Sam looked down at the girl before hugging her back: he might not remember a thing or he might not know what was going on, but whatever the case this felt good; this felt right.

After a moment Anna pulled away from the hug and Sam got off the bed, picking up a pair of jeans off the floor. He saw Anna putting her hands in front of her eyes, laughing at her father as he quickly changed.

"How about we head downstairs now? You know, before your mother worries?" Sam's words came naturally out of his mouth. Anna nodded and got off the bed and ran to the bedroom door, looking back at him. Sam grabbed a black t-shirt on his way out and followed her.

The hallway was pretty much the same Sam thought it would look like in daylight. A few doors were left opened; Anna's bedroom and the bathroom's. A smaller door next to the stairs suggested a closet, Sam thought as he examined the surroundings, while three other door rooms were closed. Sam took a mental note to check those out later.

Sam's trail of thoughts was once more cut off as Anna pulled on his jeans. She pointed the inside of her bedroom. "Can I bring Teddy down for breakfast?"

Sam looked up on Anna's bed to find a chocolate brown teddy bear lying on the pillow. He smiled at her and nodded towards it, letting go of her hand and waiting for her to get the bear.

The thought of seeing a 7 foot tall bear suddenly made Sam laugh.

xXx

"You know I almost called the missing people police on you!"

Sam and Anna were welcomed to the nice kitchen with a table full of food. Pancakes, eggs, bacon… Sam wondered how in the world they would eat all of that with only the three of them. He let Anna's hand go and she ran to the woman, with Teddy in her other hand. The woman had her back facing them, busy pouring the water in the coffee machine.

Anna giggled, hugging Teddy really tight. It was the cutest giggle Sam had ever heard. "I found him, mom." She pulled her mother's light blue jeans a few times until she looked down, facing her daughter.

"Mission accomplish then?" the woman asked, playfully.

"Yes ma'am!"

Sam frowned at the two of them. He leaned on the wall in the kitchen entrance, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Good job, soldier. You may now work on your next assignment: helping getting the table ready." The woman pointed at the plates on the table and Anna went to place the plates on their respective placemats. Sam couldn't help but to smile as he felt his cheeks turn bright red when the woman turned her head to look at him and lipped a "good morning".

She was a very beautiful woman, as Sam watched her finish up getting the table ready. He knew Anna might have his blue eyes but she definitely had her mother's dark hair. She had put her long hair up into a nicely done ponytail and wore a nice light blue and white stripped shirt that showed her curves. Dimples made their way into her cheeks as she laughed with the little girl. They both had the same smile and Sam couldn't not help but to notice that Anna was practically the 5 years old version of her mother.

It was only then that Sam realized that the woman and Anna had set up not only three plates on the table but six. Sam frowned and was just about to ask who the extra seats were for when he heard a knock.

"I'll go get it!" the little girl said out loud as she ran past Sam and to the entrance door.

"Hey kiddo!" said a husky man voice.

"Grandpa Bobby!"

Sam instantly turned as Anna said the name and went to the entrance door. He saw the door opened and Anna up in the old man's arms. A sudden pain hit Sam's left temple and his hand went up to his head automatically, trying to rub the pain away.

…

"Look, Sam. This... this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap…"

"No. Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this."


"There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging."


"Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just going to give up on..."


"Okay. You got it."

…

"Sam? You alright, boy?"

Sam snapped out of the strange vision that seemed like a déja vu. He looked behind Bobby to see yet another familiar face.

…

"Hey, I'm Ellen."

"Hey, I just run a saloon. But hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dad a long time ago. John was like family once."

…

"Ellen" Sam whispered.

"Sam! How are you?" Ellen got in and hugged Sam tightly. Sam returned the hug; for some reason he knew he hadn't seen the woman for a long long time and he had missed her.

Bobby let Anna down and she ran into the kitchen, pulling Ellen's hand. Sam took a moment to look at Bobby. The man in front of him was dressed the same way he did in Sam's visions, except he looked almost ten years younger now. Why did he look so tired in his dreams?

"It's good to see you, son" Bobby said as Sam shook his hand. "I see the old house hasn't changed one bit."

Sam instinctively looked around him and finally remembered where he had seen this house before. It used to be Bobby's house. Sam suddenly remembered visiting the old man here with Dean…

"Robert! I can't believe you came all this way."

Sam looked in front of him, getting over his thoughts one more time. The woman from the kitchen had come to the entrance to give Bobby a welcoming hug.

"You know I wouldn't have missed this for the world, Melissa." Bobby told her as they walked towards the kitchen. Sam followed them as he saw Ellen had already taken a seat next to Anna.

Melissa…

The more Sam looked at her and the more beautiful he thought she was. She invited Bobby to sit and looked up at Sam, her smile brightening the already sunlit room.

"You know," Bobby went on as he took off his hat, "I am so happy that this house is actually being use for something other than dust collecting."

"Robert, don't say such a thing!" Melissa replied. "Will you be staying with us over the weekend?"

"Oh we wouldn't want to be a bother, dear. We'll just get a cheap hotel room instead." Ellen answered as she helped Anna cutting her pancakes.

Melissa had finally done setting up the table as she offered coffee for everybody. "Non-sense! We have two spare rooms upstairs so you are all welcome to stay."

"And fill up this house more than it is right now?" Bobby chuckled and looked at Sam who had taken a seat at the other end of the table from the old man. "And what about that idjit of yours staying here? I am ready to bet my hat that he is still asleep?"

Idjit? Sam thought that Bobby had to be talking of only one person. Was he asking about Dean? What could he answer? He sat there, thinking about an answer when Melissa came to his rescue.

"He should be coming down soon, Robert." She turned her look towards her daughter. "Sweetie, why don't you go see if he's up?"

Anna smiled and nodded; excited that her mother had given her a new mission. Sam could feel his heart beat faster. How long had it been since he had seen Dean? Should he tell him about the dream he had?

A few minutes went by and Anna came downstairs, pulling some guy's hand. Sam wondered for a second; this guy had short dark hair and clear blue sky colored eyes.

This wasn't Dean.

…

"Hello, Sam."

"Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood…"

…

"So sleeping in are we boy?" Bobby's line had made everyone at the table laugh but Sam, still confused by who the man was. The man looked slightly embarrassed, wearing only dark cotton pants and a black sleeved white baseball shirt.

"Come on, Cass" said Melissa pulling the chair next to hers "join us for breakfast."

The man smiled at her and obeyed, sitting down and started to fill up his plate.

Sam looked around at everyone. Bobby was telling stories and everyone was having a good time. Sam could not help himself but to smile.

He was happy and that was all that mattered.

xXx

Breakfast had been over for just about an hour and he still felt full. The ladies had decided to clean up in the kitchen and get things ready for Anna's talent show later that day. From what Sam had caught on over breakfast Ellen had volunteered herself to help Anna out with her dress and the last preparations for Anna's performance. Sam had been curious about this talent show but Ellen had been firm telling him to wait until tonight for the surprise.

The man everyone called Cass had gone upstairs to get his shower and dress up, so Sam and Bobby were left alone. They sat on the porch enjoying the nice sunny day.

"So any news from your brother?" Bobby asked after a while.

This was the only question Sam wasn't ready to answer. The fact that all he really remembered about Dean was the dream he had made him uneasy. He didn't know where his brother was, or what he was doing. Bobby asking about him reassured Sam a little bit; at least he wasn't dead.

Sam shook his head, "I haven't". It wasn't a total lie but it was the best answer Sam could come up with at the moment.

Bobby took a sip of his coffee and nodded. "I'm sure he'll appear sometime today. I know he wouldn't miss this talent show for the world even if the apocalypse was about to happen."

Somehow the world apocalypse made the hair on Sam's arms rise, but Bobby didn't notice.

"I gotta tell you," Bobby went on "Ellen cannot wait to finally see that kid of his. She's been saying for over three years that she would swing by but says she's been busy with the bar, you know?"

Sam's head tried to fill itself with as much information as possible as Bobby continued to talk. Dean had a kid? He tried to think if he could ever remember Dean having a daughter or a son but no images came to mind.

"You alright boy?"

Sam saw Bobby lower his eyebrows, looking at him. Sam had to come up with something. "Yeah, just a small headache I guess."

"Well, like mom used to say: that means you still have one on your shoulder's right?" Sam looked behind him to see Melissa with the coffee mug offering refills.

"Your mother always was a smart one." Bobby replied.

Melissa smiled at Sam as she sat down on his chair's arm. "Well she was the one who introduced me to this one, remember?"

Sam looked into her amazing hazel eyes and smiled back at her. The more he looked at her the more he felt… happy. Why did she have such a strong effect on him?

"Hey," Sam finally said after a while. "Do you know when Dean will be back from…"

Melissa cut in. "You mean his hunting trip?" She thought a moment. "Well Emily told me he would be back this afternoon, right before we leave for the school. I thought I told you that last night."

Sam felt bad for not remembering, but all he wanted right now was to see Dean, and it didn't matter how weird things would get.

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