Well.. I've learned my lesson: Never promise that I will update soon, because I feel like I can't keep my promise. *soupir* But here is chapter 8! Lots of questions are answered here, but not too much to bore you (at least I hope so!)...
We begin with a flashback! =D Enjoy and don't forget to comment! xxxxxxx


May 9th 1988

"Where is it?" Sam asked in a panic tone.

"Where is what?"

Sam turned to face is older brother at the question. "Funny, Dean: my book!"

Dean sighed as he watched his brother lie down on his stomach, crawling under the queen size bed. "Dude, you had it last night before going to bed, remember?"

"Yeah but I don't know where it is now and dad's almost here!" Sam replied from under the bed, Dean feeling the sadness in his younger brother's voice. Dean knew that as soon as their Dad would be back from his hunt they would have to leave immediately and if Sam wouldn't have his book by then he would have to leave it behind.

"What does it matter if you don't find it, man? It's just a book after all."

Sam crawled out and looked up at his brother, playing the puppy eye look card. "It's not just a book, Dean."

The older brother frowned, not understanding why Sam was giving this book so much worth. He had already read it over twenty times; something Dean would only do if it was hunting worthy.

Sam got on his feet and ran to the bathroom for the tenth time as Dean stayed on his bed and witnessed the little boy's every movement. There were a few cabinet door bangs before Sam walked out of the bathroom with his head down, disappointment all over his face.

"You sure you looked everywhere, Sammy?" Dean tried after Sam took a seat on one of the old brown chair.

But all Dean got for an answer was a sigh.

Dean did not know what else to say, or how to cheer his brother up. "Look, Dad won't be here for at least another hour and unless you've thrown your book out the window I don't think it could have gone pretty far." Dean stretched his arms pointing in all directions inside the room.

Sam looked at his brother who was giving him his best 'cheer up, Sammy' smile. Sam was grateful for his brother's attempt to motivate him to look all over again for the book, but hearing Dean talking about their father suddenly brought the questions Sam had about their old man.

Trust was, all Sam knew about their father's doing was that he was 'on business', and truthfully Sam had no idea what that meant. He still wanted to find out what that business was, but now wasn't the time to think about all those questions he knew Dean wouldn't give the answers to.

But Sam had not to complain. Sure, to pass the time when he wasn't starting a new school, Sam either watched TV or read a lot of book. Of course, he loved Pastor Jim's books, but he had never gotten a book to call his own before. The book he had gotten from Dean was the best gift Sam had ever had, and deep down he knew that if he would lose his book for good it would be like losing a part of his imagination.

Because ever since he had gotten the book he had imagined himself living in a home in the country; a big nice house where his family would be living together, including uncle Bobby in the house next door, and every one would be happy.

Deep down, that world was his fondest wish.

xXx

Devon hadn't eaten nor drank any blood for over a day and while it was true that justice had to be done he had to feed from a human (or even from an animal out of desperation) as soon as he can. He had thought many times about drinking the woman in the black dress who had given him all he needed in order to find those two men but he had feared about drinking sulfured blood, not knowing the possible effects along the way.

She had been kind to him enough to give him the instruction to the nearest hospital where one of the men had been hospitalized. When Devon had asked her about her motives the woman simply answered that she had her own reasons to get rid of them, but mainly because she wanted to see if he would have succeeded at getting his prey.

"You think I cannot achieve the simple task of getting two filthy humans?" he had asked her with worry in his eyes.

The crossroads demon laughed. "Sugar, please; don't make me laugh." The woman turned around and began to walk away, waving at the vampire. "I'll be waiting for you Devon, wherever you'll end up!"

The last words of the demon still echoed inside the vampire's head and he tried to forget them as he got to the delivery entrance of the hospital. There was no way in Hell that he would be able to get inside from the emergency room without having humans noticing him and having a wave of panic flying around. He had to plan his move nicely, and after walking around the perimeter of the building he had finally found his way in.

Once in, the vampire's instincts rapidly took over him, hundreds of heartbeats pumping fresh blood made Devon fell to his knees, his hands over his ears. He tried to take over his craving, his hunger before he would rip out the first human he would find on his path. He thought that doing so would most likely end up with him being hunted down by those hunters. Taking deep breaths he concentrated on something else than the hearts, mainly on various machines beeping and anything not related to humans.

Devon knew he had to find something to drink first. He also knew than a random nurse or a patient wasn't a good idea so he thought about the one room hospitals had that would have blood without anyone noticing it would be gone: he had to find the morgue.

Walking to the dark, cold room had been a piece of cake considering that the hospital was one of the busiest in the state. Devon had figured out that it was probably one part of the hospital that wasn't much visited, but still kept his guard up in case someone would have been walking nearby. Getting inside the room he felt shivers running down his body. Sure, he was a vampire but there was something strange about morgues. All those corpses made him thought of the alternate life he could have gotten if he wouldn't have been turned all those years ago.

When he got to the body drawers Devon pulled on the first one he saw that had a name tag on it. There was a random number to identify the body but he did not care; hunger suddenly took over his instincts as he looked at the man lying dead. Devon felt his second set of teeth – his vampire teeth – come out and took a bite on the corpse before quickly backing away.

"What the -?" Devon opened one… two… three other drawers, getting angrier by the dead corpse he tried to suck blood from until he figured out that there wasn't any blood left in them. He looked around the room, opening every cabinet door he could on his way. There must have been at least one bag of blood somewhere in this fucking dead human room!

It was only after every possible door and box were opened that Devon figured out that there wasn't anymore blood left.

xXx

"You need to get back before it's too late."

The words echoed in Sam's head. He looked down in the eyes of the woman he had quickly began to love – not remembering his wedding might wasn't an excuse at this point – but he felt, he knew that something hadn't been right, and he figured that this would be the moment of truth.

"Too late for what?"

Melissa's tears had quickly dried away and she had become serious. She pushed herself from his grasp, backing a few steps away from the tall man.

"Your time here is over, Sam." Melissa said with a calm tone.

But Sam got even more confused. "Here? What does that mean?!"

Sam tried to walk to her again but she kept backing up. She raised her hands up as a warning and he finally gave up, not knowing what the woman could possibly do to him.

"Funny, but I thought you were smarter than this, Sam. Just think for a moment; the house, your family…"

There were a few seconds of silence and she understood that her words still had no meanings for him. She sighed, looking down at the floor before closing her eyes. "I never wanted to show you this, Sam, but I guess this is the only way we'll be able to talk."

She walked to him, her eyes still closed, and placed a hand on his right cheek. A powerful white light came out of it, touching Sam's skin and warming him inside his whole body. His eyes closed and he felt it… felt something deep inside that he hadn't been able to feel for what felt like ever: he remembered everything.

He remembered his father and mother, his brother Dean and what they had been through in the past three years and a half, including this past summer… He remembered the hunt; the vampire nest and the barn dropping on him…

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Melissa had backed up once more, but this time she had random continuous tattoos all over her body, including her face. But it was only when she opened her eyes to stare at Sam with her bright blue eyes that Sam finally figured everything out.

"You… you're a…!"

The Djinn nodded; her eyes back to their normal human self. Melissa's lips curved up slightly.

"Yes, Sam. I am."

When she saw Sam running towards the door she quickly got to it first, blocking him from going out.

"You're going to push a lady, Sam?"

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't and we'll see." Sam was now furious but Melissa kept her calm.

"You shouldn't because you should let me explain myself. You know better than just jump to conclusions."

Sam retreated, backing away from… it. "How could you possibly explain anything, you're just a-"

"A monster?" Melissa cut it. "Or… or an evil creature, maybe? I am so sorry Sam but the last time I checked you were on the 'naughty' list too!"

The young man was taken aback from the last words, and Melissa felt the awkwardness in Sam's response to them. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Please, all I ask is for you to hear me out, Sam. I am not here to… drink your blood or anything…"

Sam scoffed at the statement. "Yeah, and I'm related to the Tooth Fairy."

The Djinn stared at Sam in disbelief. Damn, had she read him wrong! She thought to herself as she took a seat on the bed and continued on. "My name… or my 'human name' is Melissa Lang. I've been assigned to your case at the Alexandria General Hospital in Indiana.

"You were in a terrible accident. I do not know exactly how it did happen but you did lose a lot of blood." She raised her eyes to meet his, trying to make him understand that what she was saying was the truth. "Look, I can stay here, talking about random medical terms, but however you want to put it: this is what I do." She raised her hands and pointed all around her.

Sam seemed to understand what was going on. "You made me… dream so I could get better?"

"Not just dreaming, Sam." Melissa got on her feet and walked to the man, taking his hands in hers. "Don't you remember?"

"Remember what?" Sam asked, frowning.

That question made Melissa smile. "Djinns sort of make you believe that your wishes have come real, right?"

Sam thought about it for a second. He remembered Dean's encounter with a Djinn almost two years ago where Dean have had his wish for his mother to still be alive come true. Suddenly it clicked, and looking into Melissa's eyes he understood everything. "You made my 5 year old wish come true?"

She was amazed by the adorable face Sam had made, but she tried to hide from him. "It's not like I had a choice, Sam. It's not like I could have made you live inside a world where Lilith is dead."

"Why not?" Sam simply asked, the adorable side of him sharply fading.

Melissa had plunged right into that trap, but kept her game face on. "Because I couldn't, Sam." Her eyes tried to meet his but she understood that he needed time. It was what he wanted after all, and she couldn't give it to him.

"With a little editing of course, I know it wasn't the best of wishes, but you are with your family and everyone is happy. Don't you think it's enough?"

The image of a daughter, a nephew… Bobby, Ellen, Cas and Dean flew inside Sam's head. Seeing Dean smiling the way he had in this world was something Sam had never seen before, and he had to admit to himself that it felt great.

After a moment of silence Melissa finally sighed and looked up at the man that stood in front of her. "Look, I shouldn't probably do this, but if I do remember correctly, Dean is holding a barbecue tomorrow." She took a deep breathe as she saw his eyes finally meeting hers. "I don't think another day in this world isn't going to hurt anyone."

Sam was surprised at Melissa's decision. "Why would you do that?"

Melissa scoffed, her smile revealing her teeth. "I like to think that everyone deserves to be happy, Sam, even if it's just for a day."

Don't you just agree with that.... whatever she is? =D