Hey guys!

Sorry, meant to upload this yesterday but I'm helping my cousin write another fic (SPN/WD Crossover) and got distracted. It's called The Consequence of Choice.

Anywho. Here's the next chapter. :)

I don't own Supernatural.

"Burgers are done." John Winchester picked up a plate in each hand and moved to the picnic table. He slid into a seat next to Mary who gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"This salad looks beautiful, Mary," Jess said as she took the bowl from Sam. The couple were practically in each other's laps, one of Sam's arms wrapped protectively around her while she leaned against him.

"None of that rabbit food for me." Dean waved the bowl away when it was offered to him, going instead for the burgers.

"Dean, you can't live just on that greasy crap. No offense, Dad."

John rolled his eyes and smiled. "You're just saying that because you haven't tasted these babies yet."

"We brought some chips." Ellen pulled open the bag and passed it to Jo. "Maybe we should have brought more than one bag." She turned to smile at Bobby. They leaned in for a kiss.

"Aw, come on, Mom. Not at lunch," Jo chided. "Save it for the honeymoon."

"Where you guys goin' anyway?" Dean asked in between bites.

"We were thinking Mexico. Maybe Cancun."

"Where ever she wants to go," Bobby added.

Light laughter came from everyone at the table. A sudden breeze and a rustling sound caught Dean's attention. He looked up across the table and sitting between Jess and Mary was a stranger. He was studying a sliced carrot with great intent.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean demanded. No one else at the table seemed to notice the new addition.

The man looked up, his piercing blue eyes a sharp contrast to his dark hair. "Dean—"

The alarm woke Dean with a start, the incessant beeping jolting from his dream. He rolled over with a groan and sat up, a cough escaping. Sam was gone, probably out for a run or getting coffee. Dean rolled his shoulders and stood to go get ready.

"Alright, Sammy. Let's move." Dean slipped on his dad's old jacket and swung his bag over his shoulder. As he walked, he could feel the weight of their dad's journal bounce against his chest, tucked safely in the inside pocket.

Sam followed suit with his own bag and trailed his brother out to the old Impala. Dean patted the hood affectionately as he walked to the driver's side and slid into the seat, slamming the door in sync with Sam. Dean started the car and began to back out, covering a cough as he did. "You still got that?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Just a cold I need to shake." He cleared his throat.

"This cold's been going on for weeks. Maybe you should get it checked out."

"Come on," Dean scoffed. "I feel great."

"You won't feel great if that cough gets us caught on a hunt. Last time we were after a Wendigo it almost killed us because you started hacking up a lung."

Dean rolled his eyes and started down the road. "I'm fine, Sam."

"Whatever you say." Sam knew Dean wouldn't admit to feeling bad even if both his legs were cut off. It was worse than trying to get him to talk about his feelings.

"Where to now?" Dean asked directing the topic away from himself.

"Well, there's been a few odd disappearances around a little town in Maine, or we could head out to Washington state, there were a couple of strong reports of vampires."

"Love killin' vampires." Dean's laugh degenerated into a rough cough that he tried to hide.

Sam glanced sideways at him but said nothing.

Dean hesitated before changing the subject. "I, uh, I had that dream."

"The one with mom and dad?"

"Yeah." Dean smiled at the thought of both their parents alive and well. "And you were dating Jess. And everyone was happy, and we were having a cook out with Bobby and Ellen and Jo." Dean grinned. "Bobby and Ellen were married."

Sam laughed. "Maybe we should suggest that next time we see Bobby."

"Crazy, right?"

"I just can't see us all having a normal get together like that."

Dean almost frowned, recalling bits and pieces of his dream. "It wasn't exactly normal. Something was a little odd about it."

"What? The fact that it was normal?"

Dean shook his head. "I can't remember."

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Hope you enjoyed it and the next will be up possibly tonight, definitely by tomorrow.

~abrokencastiel

****FYI I just changed by pen name so its the same as the blog I have on tumblr. Previously MyDarkAngel710, and I'm too lazy to go back and change the DarkAngel sign offs to aborkencastiel. Sorry.