He didn't know how he knew it, but deep down he already knew both of his parents were still dead. The djinn had only granted his wish of a happy life, it didn't bring his parents back. He drove to the cemetery, where sure enough, there was John and Mary Winchester's headstones. He stood over his fathers and sighed. "All of them... Every one that you saved, every one Sammy and I saved. They're all dead. All because I wished for this... and there's some woman haunting me, I don't know why. Maybe my old life is coming after me, or something. You know?" He shook his head. "Like it doesn't want me to be happy. Hell, I know what you'd say... 'go hunt the djinn. It put you here, it can put you back. Trade your happiness for all those people's lives' right? But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, dad?" Tears started to well up in his eyes. "It's-" But as he stared at the headstone, he didn't finish his sentence. He merely wiped the tears from his face, and walked from the cemetery as rain drizzled and thunder boomed around him.

When Dean came back to the house, Sam was standing outside on the porch, his arms crossed over his chest. He straightened and stepped down to the driveway as Dean opened the door to the Impala. "Okay, Dean. I don't know what is going on with you, but you're scaring Oshea. She called me frantic, saying that she woke up and you were just gone... what is going, dude? Why've you been acting so weird?"

Dean knew what he had to do, and there was no time to waste. He stepped by his brother, leaving the engine running as he walked up to the house, slipping in and out the kitchen door without being noticed by Oshea. He walked from the house, a fancy silver knife tucked in the back of his jeans pocket. He stopped at Sam, who was staring at him, waiting for an explanation. "I.. I'm sorry, Sam, there's something I need to do..." He sighed. "Bye, Sammy." He walked from him and sat down in the Impala.

The passenger door opened and his brother climbed in beside of him, glancing toward the elder Winchester with a deep frown. Before Dean could speak, Sam shook his head. "Whatever stupid, idiotic thing you're about to do, I'm coming with you. You're my brother, and I'm not going to let you just..." He paused as something on the floorboard caught his attention. He picked up the little container and stared at the thick cerise fluid inside. "Dean... what is this?"

Dean glanced at it briefly before putting the car in drive and speeding down the street. "Blood."

Sam's face went a little pale and he shivered. "May I ask... Why exactly you have a Tupperware container full of blood in your... is it human blood?" He asked, glancing over at Dean.

"What, you think I'm crazy? Of course it's not human blood. It's lamb's blood," Dean said nonchalantly.

"Lambs bl...," Sam closed his eyes, looking like he might be sick. He sat down the container quickly and shook his head. "Dean, what is going on with you? Where are we going?" He asked, looking out of the window toward the buildings that were steadily becoming more and more run down as they drove.

Dean glanced from the road to his brother. "You really don't wanna know."

"No, actually I really really really really really do, Dean." Sam said.

"Well, you're gonna find out anyway. I needed a silver knife dipped in lambs blood, that's why I went back to the house. I still needed the knife."

"And you need a knife dipped in lamb's blood because...?"

"Remember I told you earlier about a jinn, then you accused me of being drunk? Yeah, well, there really is a jinn, and I have to hunt it. That's what the knife and the oh so appetizing Tupperware container you're holding is for," Dean said.

"Dean, I really think you've got a screw or two loose... maybe we should go back to your house, I could call someone to come and talk to you." He started to continue, but stopped, his attention drawn to the abandoned warehouse Dean had just pulled up to. He glanced from the building to the Dean then back again. "Dean, you're not seriously going in there are you?" He said as his brother unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Duh, Sammy, I told you I have to hunt this thing. Try to keep up," Dean said, rolling his eyes. "Stay close." He said before he grabbed the container, dipping the knife in it quickly before closing the car door and starting towards the entrance of the building.

Sam hesitated just a moment before he cursed beneath his breath and climbed out of the car. The inside of the warehouse was the same as the first time that Dean had visited it. The scent of mildew and decay still hung heavy in the air. As they walked through the building, Sam shook his head, whispering. "See, Dean? It's empty... now let's go back to the car." Just as he got the words out of his mouth, a weak whimper echoed through the warehouse, bouncing off the dark, shadowy walls. Sam's brows furrowed as he followed his brother into a large open room. Two corpses dangled side by side with thick ropes around their wrists and empty tubes traveling from their throats to IV bags. Next to the corpses hung a girl wearing a dirty white dress. Her pale skin was smudged with dirt, and her eyes were half open, staring vacantly ahead of her. Sam's eyes grew very wide and he gave a soft gasp. "Dean..."

Dean quietly shushed his brother and pulled him aside as he saw a shadow of someone walking behind a red curtain. The jinn walked over to the girl as she began to whimper. "Where's my dad? Don't... no... where's my dad?" The creature lifted a hand up to her face.

"Sleep."

The girl whimpered once more before her head lolled over and she became still again. The djinn unhooked the lid from the girl's IV, letting the red liquid drip into his mouth. Sam gave a little gasp of disgust and stiffened as the djinn looked back over his shoulder, his eyes flickering blue and black. Sam fell quiet, clamping a hand over his mouth. The creature hesitated a moment before stepping back the way it had come and disappearing around a corner. Sam stood up from where he was hiding and shook his head. "Okay, Dean, we really have to get out of here."

Dean ignored Sam and walked over to the girl. "She didn't know where she was... she thought she was with her dad... What if that's what the djinn does? It doesn't grant you a wish, it just makes you think that it did." He turned around and glanced around the room. "What if I'm tied up in here somewhere too? What if all this is in my head?"

Sam shook his head and grabbed Dean, giving him a little shake. "Dean, you feel that? You see me? This is real, Dean. This isn't some kind of supernatural acid trip, this is real. I'm real, and that… that thing is real. We need to get out of here before it comes back! I'm sorry I thought you were drunk, but we need to get some help."

"I don't think you are real…" He said after a moment, looking down at the knife in his hand, glancing at Sam for a moment. Sam's eyes widened and he lifted his hands up in surrender, taking a step backwards.

"Dean… wait, wait… just calm down. Stabbing me isn't going to do any good!" He said quickly.

"They say if you almost die in a dream… you'll wake up…" He looked down at the knife before holding it in both hands and pointing the blade towards his stomach.

"Dean! This isn't a dream, and you're about to kill yourself! Stop it, please!"

"No… I'm pretty sure." He paused. "Like ninety percent sure," he said as he started to raise the knife.

"Dean," Oshea stepped from the shadows of the warehouse, holding baby Mary against her chest with one arm and her other hand holding onto little John's hand. Sam sighed, shaking his head.

"Why did you have to keep digging?" Sam whispered as Ella stepped to his side along with their daughter, who stood just behind Ella, her dark hair falling in front of her face. Oshea shook her head.

"Dean, you could stay here… it's better than what you had. Peace, security, love…," She let go of John's hand and cupped her hand against Dean's cheek, stroking his skin with the pad of her thumb. "We could raise our family together… isn't this what you've always wanted? A wife, kids… white picket fence life? You wouldn't have to worry about Sammy anymore."

"We would all be happy," Ella added in. "Sam and I could be happily married… a normal life."

Dean swallowed, staring at Oshea. "I'm sorry."

He thrust the knife into his abdomen, gasping in pain, which quickly turned to a gasp for air as his eyes fluttered open and he found himself in the warehouse. Except now, ropes were bound around his wrists and he was hanging loosely over the ground.

"Dean!" Sam's eyes were wide. "Dean, hey… stay with me, okay?" he said quickly as he eased the IV's needle from Dean's neck. He took the blood dipped knife and began to cut away the ropes. Just before he finished, the djinn stepped up behind him. When Dean said something, Sam turned and swung the knife toward the djinn. The creature grabbed Sam's shirt and flung him into the stairs. Sam's forehead struck the stairs, and he blinked, shaking his head, dazed. The jinn dflipped him onto his back and shoved him down. Blue fire ran over his hand as he reached for Sam's head.

Slightly disoriented, Dean ran and picked up the knife that Sam had dropped, stabbing the djinn in the back. The creature staggered to the side and fell over onto the concrete floor.