Hey ladies and gents! Sorry it took me so long to update, I have no excuse, I've been busy with work and all and I kinda lost my paddle to keep rowing this boat of a story. I frankly have no idea why my brains decided to suddenly wake up from the dead and continue writing. Guess I was afraid how I was gonna tackle this chapter since it's pretty much the pull that'll spill all the beans. It feels good to have passed it, must admit I'm happy with how it turned out, I just hope there are people there who are still interested in this story!

The ringing...

It was the ringing in his ears that caused him to curl unto himself, he held his head with both hands and rocked himself back and forth to ease up the sounds that were threatening to split his head in half.

His body felt like rubber band stretched beyond its limits, his limbs felt uncoordinated as if his brains were sending the wrong signals. The sounds around him were muffled and his vision was murky and blurred around the edges.

"Wh.. Wher..." he asked out loud but his voice barely made it out through his throat, it felt constricted and he brought his hand towards it to ease up the tense muscles that were making it hard for him to breathe. He slowly uncurled himself and tried to stand up, fingers dug into the mud to get a better grasp of his balance.

Mud.

As if everything fell into place, shit, he thought to himself, he made it, this was Cold Oak. He had visited this place far too many times in his dreams for the past 2 months, he'd recognize the sent of those ancient trees, the feel of the cold mud, the darkness that wasn't too dark but enough to suffocate you, I'm in fucking Cold Oak? his mind reeled. He blinked his stinging eyes a couple of times and brought his hands back to his head that was crushed by the weight of it all. Could I be dreaming?! he questioned himself, but this place was just too vivid, the smell was too organic, the feel of the ground beneath him was just too solid to be fabricated in a dream.

The realization of where he was caused his shaky limbs to tangle even more. "S...Sam?!" he yelled to no one but all that replied was the rumble of trees. He pulled himself up and leaned most of his weight on a nearby tree, his vision was still unclear and his breathing was coming in pants, his body was clearly still trying to overcome the break of physics that it just wringed through.

He swallowed and tried to shout a little louder, "Sam you there? Bobby?" The migraine decided to fire up along with his voice and he had to lean his forehead on a tree branch to ease the dizziness that was overwhelming him. His body was hypersensitive to everything around him, a single gust of wind was enough to throw him on fit of shivers. His legs were about to give up when his ears picked up the sound of footfalls across the bushes.

He held on to the tree and waited for the figure to approach, his arms, clearly weakened and exhausted, were shaking from the simple effort of holding up his weight.

"DEAN!" the figure emerged.

"B... Bobby!?" Dean let out with a sigh of relief.

"Where the hell have you been ya idget?! You suddenly disappeared across the bushes! And why the heck do you look as pale as a sheet, Jake got to ya?! Did he hurt ya?!"

"Huh?" Dean let out, his mind was going a hundred miles per hour, "Jake. Sam, where's Sam?" saying his name out loud caused his throat to constrict even more.

"Was gonna ask you the same thing! We've been searching for him for the past hour until you decided to play hide and seek!" he said as he came nearer, "You okay?" he asked when he noticed Dean's shivering. His eyes lit with concern when he came up close to Dean's face, his forehead was covered in a sheen of sweat and his pupils were slightly dilated. "You hurt yourself son? Come on you're scaring me."

"No, no I'm fine. Sam, have to find Sam, this is my chance." He leaned on each tree as he marched forward, his legs were threatening to give up every now and then until they faltered all together.

"Nuh" he cursed to himself as he fell on his knees, fingers curled and uncurled against the damn mud to push himself back up. "Get up" he ordered himself. His body was in a state of shock and he wasn't allowing it to adjust, "Get the fuck up!" he cursed.

"Dean!" Bobby yelled as held on to his shoulders, "What the heck's going on here?!"

"Bobby.. save... " he was saying between pants, "I came back... to save Sam"

"We will save him Dean, that's the plan." he assured.

"No!" he yelled as he pushed Bobby's hands away, "This happened before! I... I can't explain it!" He tried to get up again but his legs seemed as heavy as leads. He let out a frustrated cry, "Bobby... Bobby I cam back, I gotta... I gotta"

"Dean calm down son, we're gonna find him, just, take a breather will ya?" Bobby yelled worriedly as he noticed Dean's frenzied state.

"NO!" Dean cried out as he tried to stand up once again, "SAMMY!"

As if on cue, Sam's figure approached, same as in the vision which had been burned behind his eyelids from his nightmares. Dean almost faltered at the sight, Sammy...

"Dean!" Sam called back in the same relieved voice he heard over and over again for many sleepless nights.

"No no no no" Dean whispered to himself as he registered what was about to happen next, he pushed himself up with all his might and pointed behind Sam, "Sam... look out!" he yelled out as his legs gave up once again after a few steps.

Goddamit!

Tears murked his vision as he was about to witness the same scene play over "SAM LOOK BEHIND YOU!" he yelled once again, and for all that's worth, Sam did turn around this time, and Dean's heart fluttered with hope as his breath caught in his throat, this was new, yes Sammy, that's it, guard your back lil brother.

Sam turned around so his back was facing Dean. His little brother was about to face the killer before he killed him, but the move was too little too late, Jake was already prepared with the knife held high by the time Sam turned, it landed straight into his chest and Dean's world shattered as he heard his little brother's horrid gasp of pain.

"NO!" Dead yelled as he ran on weak limbs, "NO NO!" he cried between angry tears. He fell next to his brother's wounded body, "Sammy! Goddamit!" he cried out as he held Sam's face in his hands and noticed the blood pooling across the front of his shirt.

"D... D..." Sam's lips let out as his chest wound oozed the life out of him, his eyes growing heavier by the second.

"Shhh you'll be fine, you're okay, this one doesn't seem as bad as the one before" he said in a hushed tone, not knowing if he was reassuring Sam or himself, "doesn't look as bad Sammy, we can get through this one eh little brother?" They had to get through this one, he didn't think he'd have enough sanity to handle Sam dying in his arms once again, not when he was close to saving him.

"Stay with me Sam! I came back! I cam back for you Sam! Please.. hey... No no! NO!" Dean cried out as Sam's eyes fluttered then closed completely.

"NO!" he cried out as he dropped his head on Sam's chest, blood smearing his cheek from the stab wound. "I came back Sam! I cam back for you dammit! Please, not again! I was.. I..." he cried out between gasps. "Sammy... S...I was supposed to save you..." he cried out, "I was... I was..." he repeated hysterically as he looked at his hands, nauseated and appalled at the site of his fingers covered in his little brother's blood once again, "was... was supposed to save y...", his tongue grew heavy and his body lost substance and slowly fell on its side, his throat constricted with bile that threatened to choke him while his vision tunneled until all he could sense was ringing darkness.

Dean gasped as his body splashed across the tub, the bile seemed to follow him back to the present and he rose in an ungraceful fashion to the toilet. He made it just in time for his body to throw up all that was in his stomach, the dry heaves soon followed and left him holding on for dear life, the pain was enough to have him cry out between each heave.

His shaking hands curled around his stomach as it twisted unmercifully, his legs spasmed under him as if they've run a marathon, and his head, his head felt like it was infested with bees, stinging his brain, eyes, mouth, and ears.

He rested his head on the toilet, waiting for the ringing and dizziness to fade. Bit by bit, he gained a grasp of where he was. He looked behind him and noticed the tub, now half empty with water mostly ending on the floor after his sudden jump to the toilet. No ice cubes lurked in the surface, and the water seemed warm compared to the coldness it held just a few m...

His observation was cut off by the thought that just hit him. He lifted his head off the toilet, not caring about the dizziness that overcame him. I did it! he thought to himself, I failed, but... but I fucking traveled back in time!

He let out a desperate chuckle as he got up on shaky limbs. He rose up and leaned on the sink, looked across the mirror. His face was paler than usual apart from his cheeks that seemed flushed. He laughed at the craziness of it all when he noticed some blood trailing from his nose and wiped it with the back of his shaking hand. Indeed, he went back in time, the physical pain he was in was good enough of a sign. His red-rimmed eyes stared back at him as his jaw bones clenched, he needed to make sure, and he knew how to prove it.

With clothes still soaking wet, body still shaking and barely holding itself up, he grabbed his phone and hurriedly dialed the number of the person who'll help him identify whether what he saw was reality or just another nightmare after a drinking escapade.

The line rang once, twice.

"Come on pick up pick up" Dean whispered to the phone.

Third ring, forth, then the click of someone answering.

"Bobby?! Bobby you there?!"

"Dean?! Where the heck have you been?! Greg was worried about how you left off and you never called me after wh..."

Dean cut him off and held the phone with both hands as he was about to ask the inevitable question, "Bobby listen I need to ask you something, it'll sound strange but bare with me." he said in one breath.

"Okay, you have strange ways of thinking anyways so what is it?"

"Right" he said as he took a deep breath. "It's about Sam".

He heard Bobby sigh but continued anyways, "When... When Jake st.. stabbed him... was it on the back or front of his chest".

"Dean what's this about? Are you drunk? Should I come ov..."

"Just answer me dammit!" Dean yelled in frustration, "Please Bobby, which was it?"

He heard Bobby take a sad breath, "Chest Dean, it was his chest, you warned him but it was a bit too late by the time he turned around. Dean why are you asking me this?"

If it weren't for the wall behind him, Dean would've toppled over. His back traced all the way down until he was sitting on the floor. Sam was originally stabbed in the back, he was sure of it, he could still remember the way his hands shook when he flipped Sam's dead body onto its stomach and stitched the fatal wound that tore his back. But in the here and now, he changed the course of things, Sam's still dead, but from a damn chest wound all thanks to his early (but not so effective) warning! I fucking changed it he thought as he let out a chuckle.

"Is that you laughing Dean?" Bobby asked worriedly, "I knew I shouldn't have left you alone on this damn hunt"

But Dean didn't hear it, his hand had already dropped the phone and he was staring straight ahead in bewilderment.

"Fuck... it worked." he whispered to himself, he rested his elbows on his knees and held his face with both hands and laughed "It actually worked!?"

"Dean! Dean you there" he heard Bobby's muffled voice from the phone which was now abandoned on the floor.

He picked it up giddily and spoke "Bobby! Bobby you won't believe it! I think I'll be able to bring Sam back!"

"What?! Dean what's gotten into you?! I'm calling Gre..."

"No! No don't call anybody, I can fix this! I'm bringing Sam back! Just... Just wait and see, it didn't work the first time, guess cause my body was still adjusting with the shift, but I'll get the drift second time around! Oh God Bobby... I'll fix this! I gotta go... I gotta go" Dean said and hung up, hearing Bobby's worried rant as he ended the call. He didn't want to go into details with Bobby, he knew the old man would be strictly against such rituals, but he frankly didn't give a shit at the moment.

He cradled his head and sighed in sick relief, I can fix this. He looked down and noticed the droplets of blood on the beige carpet then he remembered the nosebleed.

"Shit" he said as he bent his head backwards to stop the blood flow. He felt dizzy and worn out and decided to lie all the way back while holding the bridge of his nose to ease the bleeding. He remembered Marcus's warning about how time travel damages the body as shivers still continued to shake him to his core.

No worries he thought, he messed up his chance to save Sam on that particular night, he'll just have to travel one more time to an earlier date and save him, just one more time he reassured himself. His eyes fluttered to a close as his drained body slowly gave in to exhaustion.

I can fix this Sammy...

Small chapter I know, but I thought this scene was heavy enough to have its own moment under the spotlight :)

Alrighty, so here's where I ask you to review. Let me know if you like where this is going, or if there are any readers interested in the first place!

-Nada