Dean was laying down in a huge bed. He was comfy, it was nice. He rolled over and felt the presence of another person. He opened one eye, squinting at the soft morning light and saw a man laying beside him with raven hair and a stubbly face. He looked like a sweet sleeping angel. Dean smiled and poked the man in the face.

"Cas baby, wake up. We're going to hang out with Sam and Bobby today."

The man grumbled and turned away from Dean, pulling the covers over his head in protest.

Dean chuckled and layed on top of the hidden man, tickling his sides until the mass of covers giggled and squealed. "Dean stooooppp." Cas whined. "It's too early, I wanna sleep." The older man popped his head out from under the covers, his bright blue eyes piercing through Dean's very soul.

"You are so gorgeous. Ugh I love you so much!" Dean muttered, nuzzling his face into Cas's neck. He could feel Cas smiling wide.

"I love you too Dean

Wake up."

-

Dean raised his head in confusion. What did he just say?

But he wasn't in Cas's bed anymore. Colors were distorting, and for a second he was just floating in blackness.

Suddenly he was in Bobby's house. He wasn't sure, had he been here all along? He had to have been, right? Yes.

Bobby grabbed a beer and tossed it to Sam, who looked as if he was a year or two younger than Dean had last remembered. Is that even possible?

"You deserve this kid, we're so proud of ya! Yer going to college!" Bobby was beaming at Sam, who had a very goofy smile on his face. "Aren't we proud, Dean?"

Dean found himself smiling and he nodded. "Of course Bobby, it's about time someone in this family got a college education. You're doing amazing Sammy."

"Aww you guys, you're killin' me here." Sam's face was flushed red with embarrassment. "I couldn't have done it without you guys."

"Oh, did you get the licorice for the movie?" Dean asked, searching the snacks on the table.

"Dude, licorice is disgusting. I got popcorn, like a normal person." Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed a handful of popcorn.

"What?! Licorice is a prime movie treat, it's up there with popcorn."

"Dude, you are crazy, nobody likes licorice."

"Bobby, back me up here." Dean glared at Bobby jokingly, who was watching the entire scene with amusement.

"Dean, even Bobby knows that licorice sucks.
And you need to wake up, okay?"

Wake up? Why did that sound familiar? He opened his mouth to question but suddenly everything was melting away.

-

He was standing outside an old house, his old house, right? Yes, he was at his old house, he had been here for a while.

"Dean, now that you're sixteen, I think it's time that I gave you the Impala. Of course, I'll still need to use it for work, but she's officially yours now. You take good care of her, okay?" John was scruffy and tired-looking. He was clearly hung-over, but sober for the moment. These times were rare, and even if John was grumpy, Dean still loved them.

"Are you serious? She's mine? That's amazing Dad! I won't let you down, I swear! I'll take great care of her!" He patted the front of the car lovingly.

"That's good Dean, there's just one thing you gotta do.
Wake up now, c'mon."

"I... what?" Dean's mind got all fuzzy, and suddenly they were in a dark room.

-

Sam was cowered behind him, crying, barely over the age of six or seven. Dean was protecting him, standing over him with his back to him, staring down a very drunk John.

"Move your ass, Dean. It's his turn." John growled, an empty bottle in his hand.

"No! I won't let you!" Dean could hear a car drive by outside, but the windows only showed blackness. Had they always been here? They must have.

"Dean, move or else!" Dean stood firm, not twitching a single muscle, Sam cowering behind him.

"Fine, you asked for it!" John pulled back his hand and smacked Dean hard across his face. Dean's head flew to the side and he heard Sam scream.

Dean straightened his head again, in pain but refusing to let up. He glared at John again. "It's okay Sammy, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

John roared in anger and began smacking Dean over and over, not letting up. Sam was screaming behind him, crying hysterically. Dean fell to his knees but remained in front of Sam.

"If you wanna be hit so bad, then I'll just have to get my belt!" John dropped the empty bottle onto the carpet with a dull thud and removed his belt.

"Run Sammy. Run into your room, lock the door, and no matter what you hear, don't come out." Dean commanded Sam. Sam hesitated, but did as he was told. John didn't chase after him. He was completely focused on Dean now. Well, as focused as he could be in this state. He pulled back his belt as if it were a whip and growled at Dean.

"You better wake up."

-

The scene distorted, bright flashes were in front of Dean's eyes. How did he get here? It was all a blur.

He was standing in a field, beside him was Sam. Sam's eyes were wide in wonder, and he looked like he was around six, not much younger than... than what? A past memory? No that doesn't make sense. He's been in this field for over an hour, right?

They were lighting fireworks that Dean had gotten from a friend at school in this big empty field. It was Sam's first real 4th of July, and Dean had gotten the best of the best for him. Sam was giggling and holding Dean's hand. "This is the best day ever Dean!"

Their dad had been gone for several days, so Dean wanted to do something special for Sam. The fireworks burst above them and Sam ran off to dance around happily.

Dean smiled, these were the moments he lived for, seeing Sam like a normal child, his innocence surrounding him. It was like he was before Mom died, and he wanted Sam to have as many of these moments as he could.

"Dean, Dean! Come dance with me!

Dean!

Dean!

DEAN!"

Suddenly Sam's face was filled with terrible fear and sadness. Dean was scared by this, and started to run towards him, but he was running through nothing.

-

Then he was in a bed, cuddling a blanket. Hadn't he just been running...? No that's not possible, he was in his comfy race car bed. The door creaked open, and in walked his mom.

"Mommy!" Dean yelled excitedly, clutching at the air. He was so excited to see her, he had been so scared. For some reason, he felt this extreme pain in his heart, like he missed her for many years. But he had just seen her a few minutes ago, right?

"Aww, look at you Deany! I love your new pajamas!" She tickled him and he squirmed and giggled, kicking his feet in the air.

"Mommy dooooon't!" He squealed playfully. "Mommy..." he whispered like he had a secret. "Mommy, I think thewe's a monster under the bed."

Mary's face was one of mock seriousness. "Oh no! This could be very bad! I guess I'll have to investigate." She began to duck under but Dean grabbed at her shirt with his tiny fingers. Her stomach was big and Dean was told that it was because there's a baby in it.

"No Mommy, no! The monstew might get you and my baby bwother!" His eyes were wide and Mary smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, Dean, I've got special monster-hunting skills!" She teased and bent down under the bed,staying there for a a couple minutes. Dean was starting to get a bit nervous. What if there really was a monster that got her?

"Oh no! The monster's got me! Get away, you big scary monster!" Mary yelled in mock fear.

Dean sat up, ready to get up and fight, but then Mary popped back up.

"Phew, I got him! I narrowly escaped, but you're safe!" She smiled warmly, the kind of smile only a mom can do.

Dean sighed in relief. "You scarwed me Mommy."

"Aww Dean, there's nothing to be afraid of,

you just need to wake up. Wake up for Mommy."

Then everything went black.

-

Pain.

All Dean could feel was pain.

It was dull in some places, and very sharp in others, but there was no part of him that didn't hurt.

It was like he had got hit by a- Oh. Memories suddenly rushed back into him.

Christmas, nightmares, visiting his parents, the intervention, the attempt to get Cas back, then jumping. Then there had been blackness. Lots of empty blackness.

He was suddenly aware that he wasn't just a mass of pain. No, he had a body. And it was on something. Soft, yet firm. Was it a... bed? Yes, a bed. The room he was in was bright, his eyelids had that orangish tint to them. He should probably open those, but he needed a second to adjust. He could hear a faint beeping noise and the sound of breathing. More than one person, maybe.

Okay, he was probably in a hospital. That was reasonable, he was just hit by a car after all.

He opened his eyes slowly, squinting slightly. His vision was kinda blurry, but he saw the outline of a man sitting in front of him. The man snapped to attention.

"Dean? Dean!"

Dean tried to reach out, but his arms wouldn't work right. "C-Cas?" Dean's voice was weak and crackly. He was suddenly very thirsty. His vision began to focus.

Okay, this was not Cas. It was Sam. "Sammy!" Dean yelped. Holy hell, everything hurt.

His eyes wandered around the room. Everything was white. There were tons of machines around him, all making either quiet humming noises or beeping. He had needles in him (gross) and he thought he was wearing a breathing thing, whatever doctors call them. Apper-something.

"Ugh, my head hurts. Hell, Sam, my everything hurts." Sam's eyes were wide with fear and brimming with tears. He had stubble and looked as if he hadn't slept in days.

"Jeeze Sam, you look like crap. How did that happen? I just saw you last night."

Sam looked surprised at this, a few tears running down his face.

"Dean, you've been in a coma for a week."