randomplaces | The Dean with the evil brother's universe. A bar in Seattle.

Sam walked out of the bathroom, then paused and quirked an eyebrow as she realized she'd walked into the Cafe. Shaking her head, she turned and walked through the door again, only to come out in a bar she remembered from Seattle; one her brother had really liked and had returned to whenever they'd been in the city. She cocked her head and felt for Them, but didn't sense any. -Not my reality. Whose then?-

Frowning, she walked to the bar and ordered a beer.

Dean sat in a dark corner, frowning over his what? 7th or 8th beer? Something like that. He was avoiding the Café, avoiding it like the plague because he needed to distance himself. He'd gotten too close, and now it was all falling apart. He thought everything was fine, he really did, but now…

Now he was dying, and there wasn't anything to do about it.

So there he sat, alone, and not really paying attention to anything but his beer.

Sam tipped her beer up and took a drink, her eyes and mind scanning the room. Then she stopped and looked again before hastily setting the bottle down on the bar and darting across the room. "Dean!"

Dean was startled out of staring at his beer bottle by a female voice calling his name. He looked up blearily, and dropped the bottle, not caring as it shattered on the floor. He had thought…but…

"Sammy?" he mumbled, hopefully. "I..I thought…"

"Big bro!" She landed in his lap and wrapped her arms around him, fairly vibrating with life. "Dude, I missed you!"

"Oof." He mumbles, instinctively wrapping his arms around her when she ends up his his lap. Then he's hit head on by all the senses of her filled with life, and…he blinks. Then he gives a wide smile, looking at her.

"Sammy! You're okay! Wha-how did it happen?!?" he asks excitedly. Let's just hope she doesn't ask how he's doing, cause he doesn't want to ruin her mood.

Or her life, like he feels like he's done to the other!Sam.

She hugged him hard. "I got sent back."

Dean hugged her back, holding on like there was nothing else. "You got…wow!" he said smiling brightly. "I'm so glad you're okay now!"

Sam grinned at him, but then paused and frowned slightly. "But you're going. What the heck?"

Dean's brows knitted in confusion, then...oh yeah. That. He swallows hard, looking away slightly. "Yeah...it's been a long time coming, but..." he just kind of trails off.

So much for not ruining the good mood.

"What is it?" she asked quietly, accidently giving him a mental poke as she clenched her hands on his shirt as she'd done to her first brother since she was a baby.

It takes him a moment, but he looks back at her, resting his hands on top of hers gently. Dean chews on his bottom lip. “I’m dying, little sister.” He whispers quietly.

"I know. I saw that." Her eyes are steady, though dark with emotion. "What is it?"

Dean could hit himself, because the last thing he wants is to hurt his new baby sister. “It’s a uh, tumor, in my brain.” He starts. “They found it when I was a kid, it’s inoperable.” He gives a quiet chuckle. “They told me I wouldn’t live to see twenty, but I’m six years past that.”

He gives her a small smile. “It had gone away for a bit, but now it’s back and it’s accelerating.”

She noded and lay her face against his hands. "How soon?" -God, please heal him. I've got my hands on him....-

Dean rested his head on top of hers. “I don’t know, the doctor couldn’t say.” He answered her. There was a soft intake of breath when he felt that same sensation from when John healed him before. –You think it’ll work, Sammy?- he whispered out through her mind. -Doctors have tried everything, Sam mentioned someone named Jean…-

-He can raise the dead,- replied Sam, her mental voice much stronger than when he'd heard it before. She shivered slightly as she feels the rush of the Spirit through her. -If He wants you here this will be nothing.-

Then she gasped as she felt the slight jolt hit her brother, quickly moving her arms around him to keep him from falling out of the chair as she felt him black out for a moment and then wake with a familiar urge to laugh out loud. -Easy.-

And he noticed that the mental voice is stronger than it had been, his was too. Dean nodded at what she told him, feeling her shiver slightly. –Well, I hope He wants me here then.- Who knows, maybe He had other plans for him?

He gasped feeling the jolt go through him, and felt Sammy’s arms around him then….nothing. No more than a few seconds later, his eyes snapped back open and he looked up at her.

He didn’t know if it worked.

Then he blinked, looking at her, and gave a wide grin. He felt happy, giddy even. He gave a very uncharacteristic giggle, eyes dancing.

“I don’t know what you did, baby sister, but… thank you.” He said, pulling her into a hug.

"That wasn't me... isn't me." She hugged him back feircely, the corners of her mouth twitching at the feelings coming from him.

Dean just held her for the longest time. “I’m sorry sis.” He whispered. “I’m sorry this is happening. I never wanted to hurt any of you.”

He swallowed hard. “Part of me wishes I’d never gotten this close to any of you, then it wouldn’t be hurting you.”

She shook her head. "That's not what life is about. And I wouldn't be hurting if I'd look forward to when I see you again instead of concentrating on watching you go. So long as you know the Master you'll be fine."

Her voice broke a little as she said it, though. She hadn't learned to look to tommorrow yet. She still wasn't used to having a tommorrow here on Earth.

"I know it isn't, and I'd like to be able to see you again too..." he whispers. "But I...I don't understand what you mean.."

He wasn't sure how to look to tommorow either, I mean, they'd told him he wouldn't live to see 20.

"Don't understand?" She looked up quizzically.

“A…about knowing him…” he whispered quietly. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”

"Just what I said. Knowing him. Like you know me or Dad. Only it's deeper, because He knows everything about you. And He loves you anyway." Her eyes were steady and shining. "That feeling you got earlier? That was Him."

"How do I do that?" he asked, sounding more like a kid than he really intended to, but all of his knowledge on God was more of from a child's standpoint anyways. Dean swallowed, shifting slightly at that. "How can he still love me after everything that's happened? Even when I didn't believe?"

A small smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. "That was Him? How..does he do that?"

"Just ask Him to show you," she said softly. "And, dude, he loved Paul, and Paul killed His people." Then her own mouth quirked. "I don't know the exact scientific how, but He made the whole world, so touching us lightly enough that we don't get hurt can't be too hard."

Dean kind of blinked at that. "Ask Him to show me?" he asked. He gave a confused look at the mention of Paul, he'd never heard that story that he can remember. He did however think it's worth a shot.

"Uh...show me...please...?" he asked, voice not even over a whisper, since he feels a little silly doing this.

That feeling of incredible well-being returned, accompanied by the feeling of a wind that pushed against his soul rather than his skin. The push was nearly strong enough to shove him out of his chair but for Sam's arms tightening around him again.

Dean's eyes widened in shock and suprise at that, and he instinctively grabbed on a little tighter to his sister. By the time it's over, he felt like he'd run about 5 miles.

"Oh my gosh..." he whispered, staring at her, then looking around them both. "..that..wow..." he said softly, a bright smile coming to his face.

Sam gave a slightly pickled-sounding giggle. "Feel a little drunk?"

He gave a slight laugh at that, still smiling. "Yeah...somethin like that...I guess." His head was starting to hurt, but he ignored it. He didn't want to get all weak here with his sister. Or rather, he didn't want her to see what happened when it acted up.

It wasn't pretty.

Her grin faded as she felt the throb through her gift. He hadn't been healed.

"He can help you with the pain, too," she said softly.

When he saw the grin fade he gave a weak smile and brushed his hand lightly against her face.

“No frowns baby sister.” He whispered to her.

Dean shook his head slightly. “I think I’m okay for now, just gotta battle through…” he said, still trying to ignore the steady pain growing.

"You should lay down." She stood and offered her hand to help him up. "Where'd you leave the car?"

He took her hand gratefully, knowing he wouldn't be able to argue his way out of this like he usually would. "A few blocks away. Thought something was following me...."

"Following you?" She looked up from where she'd moved to walk at his side, then narrowed her eyes slightly in concentration and felt the surrounding area as best she could with her gift, looking for hostility directed toward her brother. Her focus elsewhere, she stumbled a bit as they left the bar and came out into the murky Seattle dusk.

"Yeah, following me..." he whispered once they're outside, trying to focus with his, but the pain was starting to make it difficult,and he winced. He felt a slight bit of wetness on his face, and brought out a tissue to dab at his nose. It was bloody.

"I'm really remembering how much I didn't miss this now." he groaned, but tried to give a weak smile.

Sam looked at him, but concealed her concern, knowing that it would only make him feel worse.

"Let's get to the car."

Either he was off of his game, or he wasn’t paying attention, cause he didn’t notice it. “Sounds like a plan, lil sister.” He said with a smile, putting an arm around her shoulder.

She kept her senses at the alert as they walked the few blocks toward the car. Her concern grew with every step as she felt Dean unconciously let some of his weight rest on her. But they reached it at last and she used her own key to unlock it and then opened the back door. "Come on, Dean."

Dean wouldn't have done that, but he could barely keep his eyes open at the moment. His nose had stopped bleeding, but the headache had gotten worse, alot worse. Once the back door was open, he nodded at her. "I'm comin." he whispered to Sammy.

She helped him inside and watched him lay on the seat, then climbed in after him and knelt on the floor in front of the seat. "Do you want me to go?"

And her doing that must've been uncomfortable for her, but he shook his head. "You don't have to...don't...really wanna be alone right now." he said softly, trying to keep his eyes open. The pain in his head was ebbing, but he reached past her and into the console in between the seats for some aspirin he kept there.

Once he got it out, he fumbled two pills out and swallowed them dry.

Actually, she'd been wedging herself in that space since she was little. It was familiar to the point where she didn't think of it anymore.

She reached back and shut the door, then locked it and looked around. "I'll stay. Do you have a blanket?"

He scooted further back on the seat so Sam could lay down too if she wanted. Dean, nodding at her question. "Passenger seat, supposed to get cold tonight."

"I could smell the chill in the air." She grabbed the blanket, then got him covered before climbing onto the seat next to him and pulling the worn cover over herself as well. Some people might find her sleeping so close to her brother strange or disturbing, but she'd been doing it since they lost their mother and never thought anything of it.

She sighed as her hands went up to hold onto his shirt, then started praying again mentally as she snuggled close.

Dean smiled at that, nodding. He curled up under the blanket and wrapped an arm around her, protectively. And yeah, some people might think it was wierd, seeing as he'd never had a baby brother or sister, but it just felt natural, like he'd done this his whole life already.

He rubbed her back soothingly when he heard her sigh, and rested a little closer to her. "Love ya, baby sister." he whispered, letting his eyes close.

-I love you too,- came her soft mental whisper as she rested her face over her hands and closed her own eyes. -Jesus, keep us safe tonight. Let Your Spirit and Your army be around us, and guide our dreams. In Your name, Master. Amen.-