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16th December, 2006. 3:27 pm. New Story! - "Few Hours To Live"

TItle: Few Hours To Live
Date Created: December 12th, 2006
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean, John, Sam/Amber
Warnings: Death
Summary: Dean finds out that he has Leukemia and only has a few hours to live.
Disclaimer: Everything with the exception of Amber belongs to The CW.


Dean Winchester sat in a small chair at the table looking through a newspaper for any sighting of a news article about anything supernatural happening in the area. After looking for a while and finding absolutely nothing, he closed the paper with a sigh. Sam, who was sitting at the other end of the table, looked up at him.

"Find anything?"
"No. Nothing. What about you?"
"Nada."
"Well this is awkward."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm saying that we don't have a job to do."
"And that comes as a shock to you?"
"No, not really. It's just that, I've never imagined a day without having to battle another shape-shifter or a wendigo."
"At least you'll get to have that long awaited break you've always wanted." Sam said with a smile.
"Yeah, that's true. I just hope nothing goes wrong between now and then."
"Me too. Which, I guess we can't really say that because there's always that chance of something horrible happening to us."
"Oh shut up, Sam."

Sam let out a chuckle as he continued to look on the computer. Just then, a massive headache hit Dean like a ton of bricks. He closed his eyes tightly and clutched his head. Sam looked back up at him.

"Hey, you okay?"

Dean looked at Sam and grimaced at the pain. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just got a headache from hell."

"Need anything? I got some Advil in my bag."
"You carry Advil with you?" asked Dean in shock.
"Yeah. Sometimes my visions have an after-effect on me."

Dean laughed and shook his head. "Nah, it's starting ease off some. That was strange for me to get a headache like that all of a sudden."

"That's never happened to you before?"
"No."
"Well, if it starts up again, let me know."
"Thanks for the concern, daddy goose."
"Daddy goose?" asked Sam in confusion.
"You know what I mean. Don't play dumbass with me."
"Alright, whatever you say."
"Yeah. Whatever I...ah!" he screamed out as he clutched his head again.
"Dean?"

Sam got up and rushed over to him just as Dean was falling to his knees in pain. He now felt as if he was the big brother, which wasn't the first time that's happened.

"Dean! Talk to me!"
"Oh my God! It hurts so much!"
"Come on, we're going to the doctor."

Sam helped Dean to the car and drove him to the doctor. Dean leaned back in his seat with a cold compress held to head to hopefully ease the pain, but it wasn't really working very well. Sam looked over at his brother from time to time to check if he was alright. He had never seen Dean in this kind of shape before. He was so worried about him that he didn't know what to do. They soon reached the doctor's office as the doctor's wheeled Dean in. Sam sat in the lobby while he waited on news about Dean. He saw a young man walk out of the room he was occupying and walk up to him. Sam stood up.

"Sam Winchester?"
"Yes?"
"Mr. Winchester, I have some bad news for you about your brother Dean."
"Oh my God. Is he alright?"
"Well, I ran some tests on him and it showed that he has cancer."

Sam looked at the doctor in bewilderment. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Dean having cancer? This can't be true.
"C...cancer? Is it any specific type of cancer?"
"Yes. Dean has Leukemia."

He sat down in the chair, putting his head into his hands. What was he gonna do? How could he tell his dad? After thinking for a moment, he stood back up and faced the doctor.

"How serious is it?"
"It's not as bad as it sounds. We did a MRI on his brain and it looks like it has spread to his brain. That could be the cause of the headaches he's recently got."

The doctor put a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Don't worry, son. He will be alright. We're gonna send him home. But if he has any more problems what so ever, you come straight back here immediately."
"Yes, sir. Thank you."
"You're welcome." The doctor smiled and walked over to his desk.

Sam then saw Dean walking out of the room and heading over to where he was, but noticed that he was walking a bit slower than usual. He started walking to meet up with him.

"Hey. I heard the news."

Dean just hung his head , tears threatening to come down. Sam put his arms around him as they hugged for quite a long time. He then helped him to the car and drove back to the motel. Once they got in, he sat Dean down into a chair and pulled one up for himself and sat down in front of him. Dean looked up at Sam with fear in his eyes.

"Don't worry, you're gonna be okay. At least that's what the doctor said."
"Sam, we've gotta tell Dad about this..."
"I know. But the problem is, how?"
"I don't know, but we've gotta think of something."
"Are you sure you're feeling alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, Sam. Don't worry about me."
"He said that if anything else happens, we are to go back there immediately."
"I won't have any more problems..."

Sam looked at him. "How can you be so sure of that, Dean? For all we know, you could be dying right now and we not even knowing it."
"Don't say that, Sam! I'm not gonna die, you hear me? I'm not...I can't. All we can do is just wait and see what this thing's gonna do."

They both sighed as they sat there for a moment, thinking about what all had just taken place. Dean couldn't stand the silence. He looked at Sam.

"Sam, if I do die..." He paused for a moment, searching for the right words.
"What?"

Dean shook his head.

"Nevermind."

Sam shook his head in return as they both sat there, thinking about what they should do next.

A few weeks went by and everything seemed to be going fine until one day, Sam walked into the room and found Dean lying on the floor. He immediately rushed over to him, kneeling down.

"Dean!" he called out, shaking him some. "Come on, man, wake up."

After a few attempts of trying to wake him up, he grabbed his cell phone, dialing 911. It wasn't long before they arrived at the hospital. Sam decided to drive because there was just no way that he could leave Dean's baby to be stolen. The doctors immediately rushed Dean to a room and began working on him. Sam paced back and forth, anxiously awaiting news on how he was doing. The same doctor who talked to him the first time walked out of his room with a grim look on his face. Sam walked up to him.

"Hey doc. How is he?"

Hesitating for a few moments, the doctor looked at Sam and responded, "Your brother suffered a major case of paralysis, causing him to lose feeling in his body. He is in a coma right now but you may go visit him if you'd like. I can't promise that he'll wake up but just keep praying and maybe he will soon."

"Thank you."

The doctor nodded as he walked off. Sam headed to Dean's room and just stood by the door. He couldn't believe what he saw. His big brother, the one who had protected him from every evil son of a bitch they battled, lying there, hooked up to a heart machine. The beep, beep, beep echoing throughout the huge room. He took a few steps into the room, heading over to the bed but didn't make it for he dropped down to his knees and started crying. After a while, he got up and continued to the bed. He watched Dean lay there, so lifeless, almost dead. Sam took his hand as he pulled up a chair and sat down beside him.

"Hey Dean. I know you can't hear me right now. I'm not even sure if you know I'm here." He tightened his grip on Dean's hand and let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh, God. Why you, man? Of all the people to get sick, why does it have to be you? You're gonna pull through Dean. I know it."

A nurse poked her head in.

"Sir, visiting hours are over now."
"Okay, thank you."

The nurse smiled as she continued to walk down the hall. Sam turned back to Dean.

"I've gotta go. I'll try calling Dad. Not sure if I'll get up with him, but I will sure try."

Sam walked out and drove back to the motel. Sitting on the bed, he called his Dad.

"This is John Winchester. I am not available to come to the phone right now. If it's an emergency, please call my son Dean, 866-907-3235."
"Voicemail. Of course." said Sam as he began to leave a message.
"Hey Dad. Uh, how's everything? Um, heh, I uh, I got some bad news about Dean. He's got um, he's sick, Dad. Really sick. He's got Leukemia. Don't really know how he got it but he does. He's suffering a major cause of paralysis which means that he can't move anything. Right now, he's in a coma so I guess all we can do is just pray that he wakes up. If you could call me back as soon as you get this, I would appreciate it. Bye Dad."

He hung up and tossed the phone onto the other bed then put his head into his hands. It was really hard for him to sleep that night, not being able to know how Dean was. He was so afraid that the next day, he would go back and Dean would be dead. He tossed and turned for what seemed like hours until finally, at two 'o clock, he fell into a deep sleep. The next day, he didn't even get up till twelve 'o clock, decided that it would be best to go visit Dean.

Sam walked into the room, pulled up a chair and just sat there. A doctor walked in to check his vitals. After checking them, he turned to see Sam sitting there. He smiled a little bit, but then showed the same grim expression he did before.

"Could I see you outside for just a second?"
"Sure."

Sam got up and walked out of the room with the doctor.

"Yesterday, after you left, Dean flatlined but we were able to get him back, thankfully. But he's still in a coma. When the last nurse of the day checked his vitals last night, she said that he is fading fast. I'm sorry to say but I'm afraid that Dean might be dying soon."
"Doc, no. He can't die. He's my brother."
"I'm sorry, Sam. But the Leukemia has gotten bad. So bad to the point that he could die any day now. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but if I were you, I would just pray really, really hard in hopes that he wakes up and recovers."
"Thank you, doctor. You've been a great help."
"You're welcome."

He patted Sam on the shoulder and walked off. Sam walked outside to call their dad again, only to get his voicemail once again.

"Dad, I really need you here. Dean is dying." His voice began to break. "Please, if you could just make it here, I would appreciate it. Really." He hung up as tears started to come down his cheek. He walked back in and headed towards Dean's room.
"Come on, Dean. You can make it. Please wake up. You don't know how much I need you now. I've called Dad again. Let him know how you were doing. Dean, don't die on me. Please!"

After Sam said that, the rhythmic beeping of the machine turned into a sound that Sam did not want to hear. Dean was flatlining again.

"Dean! No! You can't die on me. You can't!"

Doctors and nurses rushed in, getting everything ready. Sam was pushed back by one of the doctors.

"Dean! Come back! No!"
"Sam, calm down! Sam!"
"I will not let my brother die! You bring him back!"
"We're trying the best we can."

They overheard one of the doctors asking the other if they wanted to call the time of death.
"Time of death, 1:30 PM."
"Dean! Oh, God. No!"

Sam broke free from the doctor's grip on him as he ran out of the hospital and drove back to the motel. He couldn't believe it, his brother was dead. How was he going to go on? He knew that him and his dad never saw eye to eye with each other. He pulled out his cell phone and tried to call his Dad one more time. He finally got an answer this time.

"Hello?" answered John.
"Dad? Oh it's so good to hear from you." His voice began to break again.
"Sam, what's wrong? What happened?"
"I don't know if you're gonna want to hear this but, Dean's dead."
"What?! Dean's dead? How did that happen?"
"Didn't you get any of my messages I left for you?"
"I've been busy, son."
"You're always busy, Dad! Why don't you check your messages every now and then!"
"Sam, don't start! Not after your brother..."
"I don't want to hear it! Not after I've witnessed it."
"You never told me how he died."
"He had Leukemia."
"What? How?"
"I don't know, okay? I don't know. All I know is that he's dead now and I feel like shit."
"I don't doubt that you do. Do you know when the funeral's going to be?"
"No. I still have to set the date up for that." He let out a heavy sigh. "Dad, I don't know what to do anymore. I mean it seems like I've lost everyone I love now, Mom, Jess and now Dean. I might as well just go kill myself and get it all over with."
"Samuel James Winchester, I don't ever want to hear you say that again! Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir. Are you gonna come to the funeral?"
"I'll try to make it. If I don't make it, I'm sorry in advance."
"It's alright. Just, please, try to make it. For Dean's sake."
"I will. Listen, I've gotta go. Got a hot trail on the demon and I don't want to lose track before it gets away."
"Alright. Bye, Dad."
"Bye, son."

A few days later, the funeral was held. A lot of family friends were there, even some of Sam's college friends.

"I'm really sorry about your brother, Sam." said one of his college friends, Amanda.
"Thanks. He really meant a lot to me."
"I'm sure he did."
Sam looked around and did not see his Dad anywhere.
"Come on, Dad. I know you can make it. Please be here for Dean."
He then saw Rebecca coming towards him and smiled a little.
"Hey Sam." she greeted. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Must've been hard losing him like that."
"Yeah it was."
"Dean was a nice young man. A little dumb at times, but he was a good man."
"Yeah, he was. Just wish my Dad was here."
"Where is he?"
"He's on another one of his hunts."
"Hunts?"
"Yeah. He goes deer hunting around this time of year."
"Ah. But isn't deer season over?"
"Uh, yeah, but where he goes, there's always deer out."
"Oh, okay. Well, what do you plan to do now?"
"I don't know..."
"Why don't you come back to Stanford. We really miss you over there."
"No, I can't. Not after.."
"Sam, that's all in the past now. You know what they say about dwelling on the past.. it gets you nowhere."
"Yeah, I know. I'll think about it. But I'm not promising anything." He gave her a slight smirk.
"Ya know, you were always the one for saying that you'll think about something but not promise anything."
He let out a light chuckle. "Yeah I was, wasn't I?"
"Well, I do hope you come back. We have missed you so much since you've been gone. And if you do come back, I know it'll be hard for you but, you'll fit back in just like old times."
"Yeah, I know I will."
"Looks like everybody is leaving now. Guess I better be heading back. Again, I'm sorry about Dean. I hope things will look up for you."
"Thanks."

They exchanged one last hug as he watched her leave. He then turned and walked over to where they had just lowered the casket down into the ground. Tears started to trickle down Sam's cheek as he stared down at it.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye, big brother. Uh, sorry Dad couldn't make it. He tried, Dean. Really, he did. I guess the demon was just more important than you were. God, I just don't get why he would miss his own son's funeral. It isn't right; it's just not. I guess he'll come around to it sometime or another. A lot of our family friends were here. Even some of my college friends came. I talked to Rebecca some. She wants me to go back to Stanford. I don't know if I'm ready to go back, not after what happened to...nevermind. Like she said, all that's in the past now and the longer I dwell on the past, I won't get anywhere. I told her that I would think about it but I wouldn't promise anything. Ah, man, I miss you already. I wish you would come back. I can't do this alone and..I don't want to, either. Say hi to Mom and Jess for me. Please. Oh and before I forget it, I will make sure to take care of your baby." He lets out a laugh. "I love you, Dean. And no, I won't ever forget you."

With that, Sam walked away and got into the Impala, driving away, going back to a place he never thought he'd go.

*3 Months Later*


"I'm going out to the store to get a few things. You sure you'll be okay staying here by yourself?" Sam asked his girlfriend of two years, Amber Moore.
"Yes. I'll be fine, Sam. Now, go so you can get back. I might take a shower while you're gone."
"Ooh, can I join?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
"If you don't get out of here, you won't."
"Alright, alright. I'm going. Bye."
"Bye."

He kissed her on the cheek and grabbed his keys and jacket, then headed out the door. He pulled out his cell phone to make sure that it was cut on just in case anybody tried to call him while he was out. Reception was terrible on cell phones where he was at. If anybody tried to call him, it was a miracle if they could even get through.

Meanwhile, John was still tracking the demon down. He got close to it once, but then lost track of it. He swore that he was gonna catch it someway, somehow. What he found this time was hard for him to believe. Somehow, the demon knew that Sam had a new girlfriend and was going back to Stanford! John immediately grabbed his cell phone and dialed Sam's number, only to get a busy signal.

"Damn it, Sam! Where are you?"

He knew that Sam couldn't pick up good phone reception where he was. So instead, he packed up all of his stuff, and headed for Stanford.

Sam finished his shopping and headed back home.

"Amber, I'm home!" he announced as he set the bags of groceries on the counter, threw the keys down, and hung his jacket up on the coat rack. He could then hear water running in the bathroom.

"Must still be in the shower." he said to himself as he walked into their bedroom and sat down on the bed, laying back on the pillow and closing his eyes. He then felt something fall onto his forehead. He opened his eyes to find Amber pinned to the ceiling. His mouth dropped open as he couldn't say a word.

"Amber! No!"

She then erupted into flames as Sam was now curled up into a ball almost.

"Amber!"
"Sam!" yelled John as he came bursting through the door. He rushed to where Sam was, looked up and saw Amber. He then ran in and grabbed Sam as he kept screaming her name.

Outside, many firemen were getting their hoses ready and some were already spraying water on the burning building. Sam stood at his Dad's truck, looking down at the weapons in his case. John walked up beside him and put a hand onto his shoulder.

"How ya feeling?"

Sam just looked at him with no expression, then looked back down at the weapons. He picked up one of the guns and looked at it for a moment, then put it back in.

"Let's kill this son of a bitch."

And with that, Sam shut the weapons case and drove off with his Dad to hunt down the demon that ruined their lives forever.

Current mood: pleased.
Current music: AOL Radio.

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10th November, 2006. 11:40 pm. New Story - Finished!

Title: It's All Coming Back To Me Now
Date Created: 11/9/06
Synopsis: What happens when Dean loses the only girl he's ever loved to a car accident?
Parings/Characters: Alexis/Dean, Sam
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Mentionings of drinking
Disclaimer: Everything with the exception of Alexis belongs to The CW..


Chapter 1


Dean arrived at the beach, pulled into the parking spot and turned the car off. He then turned to his girlfriend of two years, Alexis, and smiled.

"You are so beautiful." he said as he brushed her face with his hand.

Alexis just smiled back and looked down, blushing a bit.

"I mean it. You truly are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

She looked up and gave him a small kiss on the lips. He deepened the kiss as she pulled away.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.
"Nothing."

He continued to kiss her passionately as she pulled away again.

"What is it?"
"Why don't we go take a walk along the shore?" she insisted.
"Alright."

They got out of the car and walked to the shoreline.

"Sure is nice out here." Dean said as he took her hand into his.
"Yeah. I love you." she replied as she laid her head on his shoulder.
"I love you too."

They continued to walk until it got real late. Dean looked at his watch and noticed that it was already twelve in the morning.

"Wow, it's already twelve 'o clock. We should be going."

Alexis nodded as they started heading for the car. It didn't take them long to get on the road, considering they didn't really bring anything with them. Dean turned up the radio and started singing along to the song that was currently playing. She loved it when he sang; she thought that he had the most beautiful voice she had ever heard in her life. He got so into the song that he didn't even notice the other car coming into the lane that they were in. Out of the corner of Alexis' eye, she could see headlights coming towards them. She quickly jerked her head to the front and screamed.

"Dean! Watch out!"

The car was a good distance away from them but was traveling at a fairly fast speed. Dean tried to turn in the other direction but the car still crashed into them. The last thing he heard was Alexis screaming and the sound of the crash, then silence. A few hours later, he was sitting in a chair right beside Alexis' bed, holding her hand as tightly as he could. She had minor injuries, but suffered a concussion to the head and was in a coma. Dean listened as the monitors beeped on and off. Tears threatened to come down but he blinked his eyes a few times and forced them back. He didn't want to see her go. It would be just too painful for him to go through. He looked up as the heart monitor began to flatline. A few doctors rushed into the room and crowded around her, pushing Dean to the side. They tried to revive her, but it was no use. She was dead.

"Time of death, three-twenty nine." announced one of the doctors as he looked as his watch.

Dean walked out of the room, leaned against the wall and let the tears that he had been holding back, fall.


Chapter 2


Sam was at the table, searching for some new cases for them to do. He looked up at Dean, who was laying on the bed, thinking about Alexis and that night. He wanted to help him out, but he didn't know what to do.

"You okay, man?"
"Yeah. Just thinking about some stuff." He let out a long sigh.
"Look, I'm sorry about what happened..."

Dean sat up and held up his hand, interrupting him before he could say anything. "It's alright. I'll be fine. I just have to get over all of this. I'm okay, I promise."

"Alright." Sam returned back to the computer and continued searching.
"Found us anything yet?"
"Nope, not yet." He then looked back up at Dean. "I really think we need to take a break for a few days so that you can get yourself together."
"Sam, I said I'm alright. Now, how many times have I got to tell you that before you leave me alone?"
"Probably a million."

He mumbled something under his breath but it was so low that Sam could just barely hear it. "I'm gonna go outside, get some fresh air. I'll be right back."
Sam nodded as he watched Dean get up from the bed and walk outside. As Dean was walking out, Sam could've sworn he saw him carrying something in his hand. But he just shook his head and turned back to the computer.

Once he was outside, Dean sat down on the gravel behind the car so that no one could see him, not even Sam if he happened to come out and took the tall bottle out of the paper bag, opened it and took a long swig out of it. He didn't care if Sam saw it. He was grieving over someone that he loved so dearly, cared for, and now he would never get to see her again. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, remembering all the good times that they had...

It was Alexis' twenty-sixth birthday and Dean had planned something wonderful for her which was a candlelit dinner. It was almost time for her to get off of work so he quickly got everything ready. He heard the door open just as he finished lighting the last candle.

"Right on time." he said to himself and went to greet her at the door.
"Hey baby." He smiled as he hugged her.
"Hey." She smiled back. "How was your day?"
"Oh you know, same' ol, same ol'." He replied with a short chuckle. "How about yours?"
"Hectic as always." She walked over to the table by the door and sat her pocketbook down. She then looked around, noticing that something was missing. She looked at Dean.
"Where's Sam?"
"I told him that we wanted some alone time tonight so he went cruising."
"Oh okay." She nodded.
"Wh.what's this for?" She asked, pointing to the table set with two plates, forks, knives, and two lit candles.
"Well, it's your surprise."

She stood there for a moment, taking in what he just said, then it dawned on her. It was her birthday.

"Oh..oh my God! Dean, I love it!" She exclaimed as she turned and hugged him. He gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm glad." They stood there for a moment, embraced in each other's arms. He then moved over to one of the chairs, pulling it out for her to sit in. "Thank you, Mr. Winchester."
"You're certainly welcome, Ms. Bell."

She giggled as she pulled up closer. Dean sat the food down onto the table and put the holders back into the drawer. He then walked over to his chair and sat down, raising his glass as to propose a toast. Alexis did the same.
"This is for the most beautiful girl I have ever met and who I wish to spend the rest of my life with. I don't know what I would do without her. Happy birthday, sweetie."

She whispered "thank you" as they clinked their glasses together, set them back down and began to eat.

Dean opened his eyes as he finished the drink and put the bottle back into the bag. He got up and headed for the door, throwing the bag into the trash before he walked in. Sam looked up and acknowledged the fact that he had came back in.

"Feel better?" he asked.
"Some. You're still at that thing?" Dean replied, referring to the computer.
"Yeah but I haven't been able to find a damn thing, which is a good thing."
"Why is that a good thing?"
"Remember what I said before you went out, about taking some time off?"
"Aw, come on Sam, we don't have to take time off because of me, alright? I've told you, I'm fine."
"No you're not, Dean. You look like crap. You haven't had a night's worth of sleep since the accident and... you're gonna kill yourself, man. You keep stressing yourself over all this. I understand how you feel..."
"You do, huh?!" Dean interrupted with agression in his voice.
"Yes, I do. I've been in your kind of situation before, remember? I lost someone special to me too and you know how I looked after what happened. And now you're going through the same thing so I understand. I'm here for you, Dean. I really am." Sam let a small smile appear on his face to show Dean that he really did care.
"I know you're here for me and I appreciate it, I really do... but I don't understand why you gotta make such a big freakin' deal about us taking off for a while?"
"Because I don't want you to die or get killed by something all because of this!" Tears were starting to fall down his face. "You're my brother, Dean, and I'd just about do anything for you...even if that means dying."
"Don't say that, Sam!
"Well, it's true! Whether you like it or not."
"I can't believe we're having this conversation." Dean let out an exasperated sigh as he walked over to the bed and sat down, putting his head into his hands.
"Well, I don't wanna believe it as much as you do."
"Okay, that's it. I can't take it anymore." He got up and started walking towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Just, somewhere. Away from all this. I need time to think."
"Well, just don't get yourself killed.."

Before he could say anything else, the door slammed with a loud thud.


Chapter 3


Sitting at the bar with the fifth glass of Jack Daniels craddled in his hand, Dean just stared off into what seemed like infinity. He blamed part of the accident on himself, but the other part of him knew that he could've prevented it from happening without turning up the radio and getting so entranced by the song. The bartender kept glancing over at him with a concerned look on his face. He walked over to where Dean was sitting and stood in front of him.

"Don't you think it's time to go home, son?" The bartender asked, sliding the bottle just a few inches away from Dean so that he wouldn't be so tempted as to pour some more into his half empty glass.

"Why?" He said out loud. "Why her? Why couldn't it have been me? She didn't deserve to die." Tears made their way down his cheeks. "God knows that I loved her. I love her so much."

Hearing all of this, the bartender took the bottle, setting it behind him on the countertop, then started to take away the glass as Dean put it to his lips and took another swig of it. He slammed the glass down and nodded to the bartender, getting up and leaving the bar.
As he drove back to the motel, the song that he was singing that night was on the radio. He quickly shut it off and memories of the accident started flooding back...

"And I'm gonna keep on loving you. Cause it's the only thing I wanna do. I don't wanna sleep, I just wanna keep on loving you." sang Dean as he raced down the highway. He glanced at Alexis, who was watching him sing, and smiled.

"You've got the most beautiful voice I have ever heard in my life. You should really pursue a career in singing."

Dean chuckled as he responded, "No. Trust me, they wouldn't want me as a singer."

"Why not?"
"Well, I may sing good but.. I don't know. Just doesn't sound like a good idea. I'm sorry."
"It's okay."

They both smiled at each other as Dean continued to sing along to the song. He didn't care much for REO Speedwagon but he thought the songs were "cool". Closing his eyes, he attempted to do a high note but failed miserably. Alexis laughed at this.

"Hey!" He exclaimed with a smirk on his face.
"Sorry. It was just funny to me."
"Yeah, whatever."

Then, out of the corner of her eye, Alexis could see a bright gleam of headlights heading in their direction. She quickly jerked her head to see what was happening. It didn't take her long to realize that the person was in their lane.

"Dean! Watch out!" She screamed as Dean tried to swerve into the other lane to prevent a head-on collision with the other vehicle but as he was turning into the other lane, the vehicle side-swiped them and caused them to run into the ditch and hit a tree. He raised up from the blown-out airbag and called out to Alexis.

"A..Alexis?"
No answer.
"Alexis? You okay, baby?"
Still no answer.

He then laid his head back on the headrest of the seat, blood trickling down his face from the injury on his forehead. He called out to Alexis one last time to see if he could get a response.

"Alexis?!"

He leaned forward and noticed that she was leaning over towards the window and that the window had been broken.

"Oh God..Alexis!"

He pulled her towards him and turned her face, where he saw it bloody from the glass and bits of it sticking out of her hair. He carefully brushed it out. Tears streamed freely down his face as he held her close, not caring if he got blood on his shirt. Moments later, the ambulance arrived. He watched as they loaded Alexis onto a stretcher and wheeled her in. There was no way that he could be in the same vicinity as her, knowing that he was somehow responsible for the crash. Dean followed the ambulance to the hospital and waited in the waiting room until the doctor called him back.

"Mr. Winchester, Alexis has suffered a minor concussion to the head and has now gone into a coma. I'm sorry but, we've done all that we can..."

"No! There's got to be something else that you can do to help her. You can't just let her die in there!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Winchester but we've done all we can." The doctor patted him on the shoulder and walked off. Stopping to remember something, the doctor turned to face him. "Oh, you may see her if you'd like." He smiled and walked on.

Dean slowly walked into Alexis' room, pulling up a chair to her bed and sitting down, he took her hand.

"Hey Lexy. I know you can't hear me right now but, I am truly sorry about what happened. I know that it was partly my fault. I shouldn't have turned up the radio and paid all my attention to that. Oh God, I am so sorry." He squeezed her hand tightly as he hung his head down, starting to cry. Blinking a few times, he tried to hold back his tears. He knew that Alexis wouldn't want him to cry over her. He let the sound of the machines overtake the silence that filled the tranquil room.

It wasn't long before he heard the long beep of the heart machine. He immediately glanced up at the machine and grimaced at the sight that he saw. A few doctors came rushing into the room, pushing Dean to the side.

"Need the difibulators ready, stat!" Yelled one of the doctors.
"Oxygen, now!" The female doctor close to Dean grabbed the oxygen mask and put it over Alexis' mouth. She then glanced up at the blood pressure monitor. "Blood pressure's dropping, twenty over thirty."

Dean stood against the wall, watching them work on Alexis, and hoped that she would pull through and live. "Come on, Lexy. Show them what you've got. You can do it."

The last shock of the difibulators went through her body as the heart machine continued to flatline.

"That's it. We've done all we can." Said the other female doctor. She looked up at the other attending male doctor across from her. "You wanna call it?"

"Time of death, three-twenty nine."

He couldn't stand to see her laying there, dead, no longer living, the only girl he ever loved, gone. He walked out of the room, leaned against the wall, and cried out all the tears he had held back for so long.


Chapter 4


Dean entered the dank room of the motel. Stumbling a bit, he walked over to the bed and laid down. Sam looked up from the newspaper he was reading with a concerned look on his face.

"What's wrong with you?"
Dean looked over at him.
"What?"
"What is wrong with you?" He got up and walked over to the bed.
"Nothing."
"Oh yeah, I believe that more than I believe that a demon is out there waiting to chew our heads off, which is highly unlikely."

Dean raised up.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so uptight all of a sudden?"
"I'm worried about you."
"I've told you, I'm fine."
"That's crap, Dean. That is crap. I can see right through you."
"Well, what else do you want me to say?!"

Sam was lost for words.

"I'm...fine."
"You don't think I've seen what you've been doing? I know that you've been drinking."
"What?"
"Yeah. The first time you went outside, I saw the bag in your hand. I'm not stupid, Dean. I know the shape of a bag that a bottle's in when I see it. I even went outside while you were gone, and dug out this."

He held up the bottle that Dean had earlier that afternoon. This time, Dean was lost for words.

"I..I needed something to calm me down."
"And you think drinking is going to help that?!"
"God, Sam, why have you got it make it such a big deal? It's not a big deal."
"Not a big...not a big deal?! Of course this is a big deal! You don't need to do this to get over your grieving. I didn't even do anything when I was grieving over Jessica."
"Well, you're different! Everybody's different. They do different things for different occasions."
"Oh, so now you're comparing me to everybody else?" Sam retorted.
"No, I wasn't saying that.."
"Sure you were."
"Sam, why have you got to act so conscientious about this?"
"What are you talking about? I'm not acting conscientious. You're drunk, Dean. I can tell where you've been." Sam chuckled. "You sure had a hard time covering up your evidence."
"My head's not with me. I'm not thinking straight, alright?"
"That's because your brain is deteriorating from all the alcohol you've consumed in the past," He looked at his watch. "ten hours. You'd be surprised what alcohol can do to you in ten hours. I'm surprised to not find you passed out cold or dead in a ditch somewhere!"
"I know what I'm doing. I only had five glasses, that's not much!"
"Five glasses?! And you're saying that's not much?!" Sam just shook his head and walked back over to the table where his newspaper continued to lay.
"What?!"
"Nothing."
"Whatever. I'm gonna go back outside. Need some time to calm myself down."

Sam didn't respond as he was already back to reading his newspaper.

"God, why have I got to be so damn arrogant around Sammy?" he said to himself. He slid down to where he was sitting on the ground. "I know he means well, and is just trying to help me but I always tend to act like a complete ass." He hung his head and sighed, then got up and walked back inside. Sam looked up.

"I'm sorry, Sam."
"What for?"
"I've been acting like a complete ass lately. I shouldn't have done the things I did. I shouldn't have started that fight with you. You didn't deserve it."
"It's alright." Sam placed his hand on Dean's shoulder, and smiled some.
"We cool now?" He asked, smirking.
"Yeah, we're cool." Sam replied. "Are you sure you're okay now?"
"Yes. I'm positive. Now can we go hunting again?"
"I guess."

Dean smiled. "Alright! Let's see if we can find us something."

"Already got one." He replied, grinning.

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7th November, 2006. 3:33 pm. New Story!

Title: Thanksgiving With The Winchesters
Date Created: 11/6/06
Synopsis: A look back on how the Winchesters might've spent Thanksgiving.
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Dean, John
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Do not own "Supernatural" or any of the characters. Everything belongs to The CW.
Warnings: None

Sam and Dean drove down the Arlington, Arizona highway, the windows down and the cool air blowing through their hair. The temperatures usually stayed in the 80's but lately, they had risen just a few degrees higher than it's normal temperature which was 86 degrees. On this day it felt like it was about 120 degrees. Sam did a waving motion with his hand, hoping to get more air, but with little success.
"God, it's hot today." he said as he hung his arm out the window.
"I know," replied Dean. "I don't think I've ever been out in weather that was this hot."
"Well, that's Arizona for ya, I guess."
"Yeah."
They both sighed as Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel to the song that was on the radio. Sam looked out the window, then turned to Dean. He started to say something until he decided against it and looked out the window again. Dean noticed that he had looked his way.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing." Sam mumbled as he continued to look.
They continued to ride in silence, the only sound made was the music coming from the stereo. Sam decided to give it one more try. He looked at Dean again, opening his mouth, words coming out this time.
"Dean?"
"Hm?"
"You remember that time when it was just me, you, and dad, and it was Thanksgiving?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Well, I was just thinking about it; you know, since it's almost Thanksgiving Day." A smile spread across Sam's face. "It was just us three, and dad had actually bought a turkey."
"Yeah, that was kinda funny."
Sam chuckled some. "I guess he just wanted us to have a nice Thanksgiving like the rest of the people in the world."

Eight-year-old Sam and twelve-year-old Dean sat at the table playing Go Fish as they waited for their dad to get back from his latest hunt. It was November 23rd, Thanksgiving Day, and the boys wondered what they were going to do since they really couldn't do the Thanksgiving tradition anymore, considering the fact that their mom was gone. Dean longed to have a nice Thanksgiving again where the whole family gathered around the table, a big, juicy turkey sitting in front of them surrounded by other delicious, mouth-watering dishes such as potato salad, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie. He continued to sit there, daydreaming, until John walked in with something big in a white bag. Both of the boys looked at each other in confusion, then looked back at their father.
"Dad, what's that?"
He looked down at the bag, then looked back up at Dean.
"It's a turkey, son. We're gonna try our best to have a nice Thanksgiving this year."
Hearing this made both Dean and Sam grin from ear to ear. John made his way to the oven that looked like it was made in the 1800's. He set the turkey into the pan that he bought to cook the it in. He then preheated the oven to the right temperature and waited for it to get hot enough before he put it in. While he was waiting, he walked over to the table and sat down in front of Sam.
"Boys, I know you're mom's not here. God knows I wish she could join us right now but you both know that she is looking down on us right now and smiling."
They both nodded, smiling. John smiled inreturn.
"But I'm gonna make sure that we have the best Thanksgiving Day the Winchesters has ever had."
The oven was ready for the turkey so he got up and put it in, setting the timer to the right time and sat back down at the table.
"So, what were you boys doing while I was gone?"
"Playing Go Fish. It was lots of fun." Sam replied.
"I bet it was. Who won the most?"
Sam pointed at Dean with a slight frown.
"Aw come on, Sammy. I let you win one time."
"Oh yeah, that's right."
"Well, that's good. I'm glad you two had something to do while I was gone." He looked at his watch. "Turkey should be done in a few minutes."
"Are we gonna have anything else with it? Like cranberry sauce or anything like that?" Dean asked.
"No, unfortunately not this time Dean. I could only get the turkey. I'm sorry, buddy. I know how much you love that cranberry sauce. Maybe next year." He smiled slightly at him.
"It's okay, Dad. We understand. Don't we Sammy?" Dean turned to Sam. Sam nodded.
"I'm so proud of you, boys; looking out for each other, making sure each other's safe." He rustled Dean's hair.
"Daaad!" Dean exclaimed as he fixed his hair back to the way it was.
John let out a laugh as he got up and took the turkey out with two pot holders since the pan was scorching hot. He sat it on the stove top to let it cool before they could eat it. He did remember to get something to at least dip the turkey in so that they didn't have to eat it dry. The boys hated to eat anything dry. After waiting a few minutes for it to cool, he brought it to the table and asked Dean to put plates, forks, and napkins out. When the table was set, the three of them sat down, said a prayer and began eating. This was a Thanksgiving they would never forget.

"You know, it may have sucked not being able to have the rest of the good stuff we used to have, but looking back on it now, we didn't really need all that other stuff. As long as we had something to eat and didn't starve to death, that's all that mattered."
Dean looked at Sam and smiled.
"I'm glad to hear you say that, Sammy. Th-that means a lot to me. It really does."
Sam returned the smile and just looked out the window the rest of the way.

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10th October, 2006. 11:18 pm. Update!

Hey guys.

I have bad news for you all. The story that I was currently working on, I had to throw it away because it wasn't turning out the way I wanted it to and it was reminding me too much of the eppie "Provenance" so I chunked it. I have a few other ideas that I can work on. They are as follows:

1. An AU story about how their lives are normal, their mom is alive and they do not know about the supernatural. (Don't really know how that's gonna work but I'll get it to lol)

2. AU story about Sam having the ability to change the future, "Devil's Trap" and "In My Time Of Dying" are visions.

3. AU story about how Sam and Dean are cousins, they have never met each other before but meet each other unexpectedly one day.

4. And lastly, a song fic to the song "I'm Movin On" by Rascal Flatts. I'm not really sure if I want to do a story with this one or a music vid but I'll think of something.

I'll keep you guys updated on what's going on. TTYL.

Jamie
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9th October, 2006. 9:09 pm. First Story!

Title: "Halloween With The Winchesters"
Date Created: 10/9/06
Pairings: None
Synopsis: Sam and Dean going Trick-or-Treating when they were young
Rating: G-PG




"Halloween With The Winchesters"

Eight-year-old Dean Winchester walked down the stairs of his house dressed up in his Halloween costume. He decided to be Bart Simpson this year. Even though his little brother, Sam, didn't have a say in what he wanted to be for Halloween, his mom decided that since Dean was going as Bart, that he should go as the baby, Maggie. He was definately dressed for the part, right down to the pacifier. Sam didn't care that he looked hideous as ever. He was four years old. Four-year-olds don't care if they look silly or not.
"Come on, Sam. It's time to go." Mary called up the stairs towards Sam and Dean's room.
"Yay! We're going twick-or-tweating!"
Sam rushed down the stairs as fast as he could, being as careful as he could be not to fall down. Once he got to the bottom, he stood beside Dean, smiling up at his mom.
"Aww, aren't you just the cutest little thing I've ever seen?" she cooed.
"Mooom, stop treating him like he's two years old instead of four." Dean said in a complaining tone.
"Dean, do you want to go Trick-or-Treating or not?"
"Yes ma'am." Dean hung his head down.
"Then straighten up or I won't take you nowhere next year."
"Yes ma'am."
"Now, we're gonna be late if we don't get a move on. Go say bye to your dad real quick first."
John was sitting in his chair, watching TV as always. He looked up and saw his two sons running up to him to say goodbye before they headed out.
"Wow! I feel like I'm living with the Simpsons." He laughed.
"You are, Dad." Sam chimed in with a slight chuckle afterwards.
"Oh, I am? Well then who does that make me?" He smiled at Sam.
"Uh..." He stood there, trying to think of the dad's name on the Simpsons. "I can't remember his name."
"Homer." Mary answered for him
"Oh yeah! You're Homer."
"Alright!" John grinned in amusement. He loved pretending to be somebody else with Sam. "Well, Homer says for Bart and Maggie to go get some nice candy for Halloween this year."
"Okay!"
Dean and Sam hugged him and walked back over to Mary where she then opened the door for them to go out. As they walked out, she turned to John and blew him a kiss and walked out the door and met up with the boys. They walked down the block to the first house on their street. She led them up to the door and told them to ring the doorbell. A middle-aged woman came to the door with a bowl of candy in her arms. She looked down at Sam and Dean and smiled.
"Aww, aren't they just the cutest little munchkins you've ever seen?"
Dean cringed when she said this. It was alright to hear his mom say something like that to him, but a complete stranger? He wasn't too sure about that. He just stood there and smiled. Mary was standing behind them, making sure that they didn't do anything wrong or perhaps..stupid. She nudged them so that they would speak up.
"Oh. Trick-or-treat!" They both said in unison.
The woman just smiled and dug into her bowl, grabbing a handful of candy and putting it into Dean's bag first, then dumping some into Sam's bag.
"Thank you!"
As the woman went back inside and closed the door, they turned around and went down the stairs to where Mary was standing. Sam was the first to reach her, holding out his bag.
"Look mommy! Look what I got!"
Mary looked inside of Sam's bag and smiled at him.
"Wow. You got lots of candy didn't you?"
"Uh-huh." He then looked over at Dean. "How much candy did you get, Dean?"
Dean held out his bag for Sam to look into. "I got the same amount as you, dummy. What makes you think I got more?"
"Dean! Don't talk to your brother that way. Now say you're sorry or I promise you, no Trick-or-Treating for you next year."
"Alright." He turned back to Sam. "I'm sorry, Sammy. Here, to make it up to you, I'll give you some of my candy because I think she did give me a little bit more than you."
"Thanks, Dean. You're the bestest brother I could ever have."
Mary couldn't help but smile at her boys as Dean dropped the candy down into Sam's bag.
"No problem, little brother." He rustled his hair a little.
"Ready to go on to the next house?"
"Yeah!" They both rang out.
They went to a couple more houses around the corner and decided that it was time to go home.
"Whoo, you boys sure got some candy this year, didn't ya?" John asked as they walked in.
"Yeah we did." Dean replied and took Sam's hand as they trudged off to their room to sort their candy.
"You guys have a great time?" He asked Mary as she walked up to him, giving him a kiss.
"Yes we sure did. And let me tell you, I couldn't have been more prouder of Dean than I am already."
"Why? What'd he do?"
"Well, at the first house we went to, he started acting up and talked disrespectively to Sammy. I told him that if he didn't act straight and apologize to him that he wouldn't be going anywhere next year. So, he turned to him and apologized. Then he gave him some of his candy because the woman gave him a little more than Sam."
"Well, I'll be damned. Dean sure knows how to take care of his little brother doesn't he?"
"Yes he does. And it just melts my heart whenever he does something like he did tonight. I'm gonna go check on them."
"Okay, sweetie."
Mary went up the stairs to Sam and Dean's room, knocking on their door.
"Come in." Called Dean from inside.
"Everything okay in here?" She asked, just peeking her head in.
"Yep. Doing fine Mom. Just sorting out our candy."
"Good, boys. I hope you two had fun tonight."
"We sure did!" exclaimed Sam, his eyes shining bright along with the smile on his face.
Mary smiled back. "I'm glad. Now don't eat all of that tonight, save some for tomorrow. Go to bed soon, okay?"
"Okay." They replied in unison.
She shut the door and went back downstairs where her and John sat on the couch and watched TV.

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