A/N: Sam wakes up and is not sure where he is or what is happening to him. I brought some familiar faces back in this chapter. Remember, this is a dream world and won't be as perfect as you think. I do like reviews/comments. NC

Chapter 5

Consciousness came slowly to Sam. He could sense someone moving around him and hear a faraway voice talking to him but couldn't make out what it was saying. Something brushed across his lips and was gone before he could tell what it was. He shifted and felt something soft and comfortable under him. Sam finally pried his eyes open enough to catch a shadow leaving the room but didn't have enough moisture in his mouth to call out. He wasn't sure who it had been as his mind tried to clear.

It seemed to take all of Sam's energy to raise a leaden arm up to his eyes and rub them, trying to clear his vision. Once he had the sleep crude wiped away, Sam rolled his head back and forth so he could look around. He was in a bedroom that he didn't recognize being in before. The bed was king size with soft, beige sheets and fluffy pillows. He didn't think he had ever slept in a bed this comfortable before. He rubbed a hand over the sheet relishing the feel before sitting up on the side of the bed. He was wearing a pair of sleep pants and nothing else.

Sam could see a bathroom through a partly open door and stood slowly since his balance seemed off for some reason. He headed into the bathroom to use it and splashed cold water on his face, hoping that would clear his clouded mind. It was like there was a dense fog inside his head that was stopping him from thinking straight.

After stepping back into the bedroom, Sam looked at the two dressers for a moment before stepping to one. He saw items that had to be a woman's and frowned as he tried to picture in his mind who they belonged to. Trying to concentrate made his head begin to hurt and pushed it aside for now.

He stepped to the other dresser and pulled out a drawer to find briefs and socks. He opened the next one down to find neatly folded T-shirts that didn't look like anything he would wear. After looking through them, he finally picked one and laid the clothes on the bed.

Sam opened the walk-in closet door and saw women's clothes on one side and men's clothes on the other. There were suits at the front of the rack, followed by dress slacks and button up shirts. He slowly moved through the clothes looking for something suitable for him to wear. It seemed strange because he couldn't seem to remember having these many clothes in his life. Finally, Sam found a couple pairs of jeans hanging in the very back of the closet and chose a pair, along with one of the long sleeved shirts that looked the oldest, so that meant it was worn the most.

Once Sam was dressed, he stepped out into a hallway and followed it to where it branched off in different directions. He saw a dining room and kitchen going one way, what looked like an office another way, and a large living room the last way. He stepped into the living room and gave it a quick onceover before walking toward a bookshelf, faltering in his steps when he saw the framed photo sitting on one of the shelves. It showed him dressed in tux and a woman dressed in a wedding dress. This was a wedding photo and his eyes widened when he recognized the woman as Jessica Moore, his girlfriend from college.

With trembling hands, Sam picked the photo up to study it, thinking they both looked so happy. He sat the framed picture down and moved down to look at several others before running for the kitchen in search of a garage, car, and car keys. He picked up some mail on the counter to see his name on the envelope and the address confirming his suspicions.

He found a bowl by a door that had keys in it and pulled out a key chain with car keys on it. He went to the door and opened it to find a small laundry room and another door that he opened to find the Impala sitting inside a two car garage.

"At least there's something I know," Sam mumbled moving to the car and running a hand over the top. He opened the door and slipped into the driver's seat and sat there as a memory flashed through his mind of him in the Impala, but he wasn't driving, he was in the passenger seat and Dean was driving. As fast as it popped up, the thought was gone, and Sam shook his head to clear it. He looked around in the car until he found the garage door opener and clicked it, raising the door behind him. He cranked the car and backed it from the garage and followed the driveway to the street by the house. Something still felt off about him having the Impala. It was like it wasn't supposed to be his.

Sam looked both ways trying to determine where he was before turning left and driving down the street. It took him a little time to get his bearings and figure out his location. Once that was established, Sam drove to a residential neighborhood and pulled to a stop in front of a white two-story house. He sat there and stared at it for a few minutes before getting the nerve to get out and walk up the sidewalk to the porch and front door. He raised his hand to knock but paused unsure of what he was going to find. He finally tapped twice and stepped back waiting for an answer.

"Dad?" Sam gasped in shock when he looked into the face of his father. "Dad!" he cried again before throwing his arms around him and hugging him tightly.

"Sam, what are you doing here?" John questioned as he grunted at his son's actions. "Is something wrong? Is Jessica okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah, I think so, I guess…" Sam stammered as he released his father.

"Son, why don't you come on in? I'm not due at the garage until ten today," John offered stepping aside to allow Sam to enter the house. "I've got coffee in the kitchen if you'd like a cup."

"Yes, sure. I've not had any yet this morning." Sam followed John into the house and to the kitchen where he accepted a cup and poured coffee into it. He went to the fridge and got the milk out to add some to his coffee before putting it back. After adding some sugar and finding a spoon, Sam took a seat at the table across from his father. He couldn't take his eyes off him and finally looked away when he caught John looking at him with a concerned look.

"Sam, shouldn't you be at work?" John asked cautiously.

"Work?" Sam replied darting his eyes around not sure what to say. "I took the day off," he offered as an excuse.

"I'm surprised the firm let you take a day off after what you told me last week. I thought you were working on a big case at the law firm."

"Law firm," Sam mumbled. "I'm a lawyer," he surmised in a soft voice. That had been his dream when he was younger. He stared out the window in the kitchen as his mind drifted and flashes of faces sped through it. "Dad where's Mom? Is she working or something? And Dean? Where is he at?"

John paled slightly trying to figure out what was wrong with his son. He had never seen him like this and wasn't sure how to react. His personality was different, and his demur had changed from what it had been. He was saved by the home phone ringing and got up to answer it.

"Hello…Oh, hi Jessica…Yes, he's here," John talked glancing at Sam sitting at the table. "I don't know…He said he took a day off work…Alright, yeah, I will…Sam, do you want to talk to Jessica?"

"No, not now…" Sam mumbled in a confused voice. "Tell her…Tell her I'll talk to her later."

"Jessica, Sam says he'll talk to you later…Okay, I will…Goodbye." John hung up the phone and stood there for a moment before moving to sit back down.

"Dad, you didn't answer my questions. Where's Mom and Dean?"

"Sam, you don't remember. Did something happen to you recently? You seemed fine last week when I saw you. Did you bump your head or injure yourself?"

"No, not that I recall. There're just some blank spots in my memory. It's a little fuzzy. It's nothing to worry about."

"Sam, your Mom died while you were in college," John told him in a sad voice. "She started getting sick and with everything that happened…" John had to stop as his voice broke.

"Oh," Sam replied as he tried to pull these memories up in his mind. It was like they weren't there, and he was starting to get concerned about what could be happening to him. "What about Dean? Does he live around here too? Did he get married?"

"I don't know how to tell you this, or why you don't remember, but you testified against him and sent him to prison. You were home on a break from college and though you didn't want to, Dean talked you into going out to a bar one night. You two were never close growing up and barely did anything together. He drank too much like he always did, and you tried to get him to let you drive, but he wasn't having that. He was always the stubborn one and getting into trouble," John paused for a moment and sipped his coffee. "He hit someone and didn't stop until he was pulled over and staggered out of the car. You called 911 and told them what happened. Unfortunately, the person died later at the hospital. You told your Mom and me that Dean needed a wake-up call and some tough love. With the DWI's he had, he was convicted of vehicular manslaughter. He just got an early release for good behavior a few months ago. I think when he was sent to prison, it broke your mother's heart and being sick, it was too much for her."

"Prison? I sent my brother to prison?" Sam gasped, shaking his head in disbelief. How could he do that to his own brother? Did he cause his mother's death? Sharp pain shot through his head and Sam groaned in pain before stumbling to his feet and heading for the back door. Images flashed in his mind of his brother smiling happily and laughing. He couldn't believe he had done that, and he couldn't believe Dean was like that.

"Sam, wait…" John called to him as Sam ran from the house. He knew he couldn't stop him and just had to let him go. He wondered if he should call Jessica and let her know about Sam. He got up and went to the phone deciding it was for the best to call.

Tears were blinding Sam as he wiped them away before dropping into the driver's seat and starting the Impala to pull away from the curve and head down the street. He drove around not sure where he was going until he pulled into a convenience store parking lot. He needed something to drink and got out to go inside looking for the coolers.

Sam looked over the selection before grabbing a drink and heading for the cashier. He paid for it and went back outside to get into the Impala, settling in the seat before opening the bottle and taking several long swallows. He ran the cold bottle over his forehead and wondered if he was coming down with something. His mind was reeling over what John had told him and couldn't understand why he did not remember any of that. It was like his mind was wiped clean and new memories were being put into it. But there were other ones that didn't make sense because they were so random and like a jigsaw puzzle with pieces missing.

After a few more minutes, Sam cranked the car and pulled from the parking lot to head back to his house. He missed a couple of turns but finally found the house where he woke up this morning. He pulled up the driveway and opened the garage door so he could pull into it and closed it back. He got out and went back into the house and stood in the kitchen a loss at what to do.

After a few minutes, Sam walked over to a small table sitting in front of a window and took a seat to look out at the backyard. He was lost in thought and startled when the door opened, and Jessica stepped into the kitchen.

"I was hoping I'd find you here honey," Jessica spoke to him as she put her car keys in the bowl.

"Jess…" Sam whispered in disbelief as he started at her with unsure eyes. He got up slowly and closed the space between them so he could wrap his arms around her and hold her to his chest. He blinked back the tears and sought her parted lips to kiss her gently at first and this with more passion.

"Wow!" she mumbled against his trembling lips. "I should come home early more often," she chuckled.

"I'm just happy to see you," Sam replied cupping her face and taking in her features. He didn't want to let her go for fear she would disappear. He leaned his head down and kissed her again, gently and lovingly.

"Sam, are you feeling okay?" Jess asked when they broke the kiss. "Your Dad called me and said he was worried about you."

"It's nothing Jess," Sam mumbled into her hair. He could feel his body responding to Jessica and quickly picked her up bridal style and carried her to their bedroom.

"I think I like this side of you," Jess cooed to him as she slid down his body when he stopped at the bed. She ran her hands under his shirt to feel his bare skin as they kissed again.

Sam grabbed Jessica's shirt and pulled it over her head and quickly shed his shirts before pulling her against him again. He found the hooks for her bra and unsnapped them so she could let it drop from her arms. The warmth of her skin set him on fire, and he could feel himself getting hard and wanting. He let Jessica undo his jeans and push them out of the way as she ran a hand over his hardening erection. He jerked her pants and briefs down and picked her up laying her across the bed and covering her with his own body.

"You forgot something," Jessica complained as she hooked her fingers into his briefs and pushed them down releasing him.

Sam pushed his briefs out of the way and marveled at Jessica's perfect naked body as he let his hand roam down it. He captured her lips once again as he positioned himself over her and pushed her legs apart with his knees. He almost lost it when Jessica caressed him and guided him into her wet folds gasping her desires and needs as they took each other over the moon and back.

Sam lay in bed with Jessica cuddled tightly to his side and tried not to think of the lost memories and time. He wanted to relish this moment right here thinking how magical it had been. He had graduated college and become a lawyer, married his soul mate, had a home, a job, and what seemed like a good life. He had all he ever dreamed of, but there was a shadow hanging over him. A darkness that he couldn't seem to get rid of. It was like this was all too perfect of a life and it was going to come crashing down around him before long.