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Title: Fight For Survival
Chapter Title: Chapter One
Set After: Future Consequences
Summary: Sequel to Future Consequences. Everyone knows Sam's dreams come true one way or another. But this time he had a dream about his own death, and Dean's determined to keep it from happening.
Warnings: Eh, none
Previously on Future Consequences...
"I forgive you for what just happened back there... I really do," Dean said, smiling slightly.
"Must have been a hell of a dream," Sam said, shaking his head. He started walking around the car, then Dean shook his head, pushing his brother back. "I'm still driving?"
"You're still driving," Dean said, nodding. He climbed into the passenger seat.
"Damn. What happened in that dream of yours?" Sam asked, starting the car and slowly pulling back onto the road.
Dean grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Dean, I should tell you... I had a dream the other night..."
"What kind of dream?"
Sam sighed, thinking over whether or not he should tell Dean. It was kinda really important that Dean knew, and Sam always told Dean his dreams if it involved someone getting hurt. Alright, so he had only had two others besides this one; one before Dean came and the other with the lady that moved into their old house. But he swore to himself that if he had any other dreams like those that he would tell Dean. But this one? This one was a different kind of dream...
"Well?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows.
Sam sighed again and shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him. "Never mind. It isn't important."
"Sam, you're the one who brought it up," Dean said, looking over at his brother. "Was it about someone dying?"
Sam thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. It was."
"About someone we need to help?"
Sam then shook his head. "No. No one we need to help."
"Alright." Dean looked back at the road. When Sam glanced at him, he could tell Dean was thinking things over. After a couple minutes Dean spoke again. "Was it about Jessica?" he asked quietly.
Sam hated lying to his brother, but he knew that Dean wasn't going to drop the subject. He would leave it alone until the next day, but he'd keep asking about it. Lying was his only solution. "Yeah. It was."
Dean nodded, still staring at the road in front of them. They were silent the rest of the trip.
"Dean, are you ever going to tell me about that dream of yours?" Sam asked as Dean made his way out of the bathroom, drying off his hair; he had just gotten out of the shower (yes, he was fully dressed, though).
Dean shrugged. "You never tell me about yours. Why should I tell you mine?"
Sam sighed and laid back on his bed. "Good point." Dean then nodded and sat down on his own bed. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours. I give you my word."
Dean looked over at Sam, an eyebrows raised. "Dude, that sounds so wrong in so many ways." Sam smiled, then rolled his eyes. Dean sighed, nodding. "Fine. But do I have to go first?" His question was answered when Sam looked over at him and didn't say anything. Dean rolled his eyes, throwing the towel down on the floor. "Fine. But you owe me, bitch.
"In my dream we had gotten in a fight, about what happened in the asylum... It didn't go over too well with the-powers-that-be and we got transported to the future, where we didn't get along at all. Our future selves never talked to each other, and when they did it always came out in very hateful words. So we tried to fix it; weren't doing a very good job, but we tried. Then one day we were walking outside, thinking about how to turn ourselves around and... well, Sam, someone tried to shoot me and you didn't let them; you took the bullet. You were in the hospital for a day or so before you died... and I was in the room. It was the fucking scariest thing I have ever seen, and I've seen some pretty fucked up shit in my lifetime."
Sam sat up and looked down at the floor for a moment. Uh oh. He was going to have to lie to Dean; he didn't think Dean would be able to handle Sam having dreams about his own death. Sam's death, not Dean's.
"I mean, I don't really think it was a dream..." Dean said softly. "I don't know what happened, but it was all too real to be a dream... It was like they gave me a second chance to fix this, to keep you from dying." He shook his head, then looked over at Sam. "So?" Sam sighed, looking over at Dean. He looked hesitant. "Sam, you gave me your word. Now fess up."
Sam nodded, looking down at the ground. "I dreamt about Jess."
"Yeah, okay, that's nothing new," Dean said, raising his eyebrows. "Care to go into detail there?"
Sam sighed, then looked over at Dean. "I remember her dying; the flames, her expression, the blood dripping... everything. And then I remember the guilt... The guilt that knowing that if I had told her about what we do then she wouldn't have ended up that way... The guild that she only died because she knew me..." Sam looked back down at the ground.
Dean sighed and looked down at the floor for a moment. Yeah, great. They were going into a chick flick moment. That was exactly what Dean wanted at the moment (sarcasm, obviously). Oh well. His baby brother was hurting, and it was his job to fix it, no matter what.
So he got up off his bed and kneeled down in front of Sam, looking up at him. "Sam, it was not your fault she died, alright? I promise you it wasn't your fault."
Sam looked down at his brother, then shook his head. "It was, Dean. She --"
"Sam, shut up before I beat you. Nothing was your fault. Don't you dare ever think that," Dean said forcefully, yet gently. "Do you understand me?" Sam looked away from Dean and shook his head. "Damnit, Sam. I asked you a question. Now answer me."
Sam looked back at his brother, then sighed, nodding. "Yeah, I understand."
"Do you really?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows. Everything inside him was telling him that Sam didn't believe one word that Dean said.
Sam thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. You wouldn't lie about something as big as this. So, yes, Dean, I understand you."
Dean nodded, then stood up. "Good." He walked over to his bed and laid down on top of the covers. "Sam?"
"Yeah?" Sam asked, looking over at his brother.
"Promise me something."
"What?"
"No more chick flick moments for at least a year."
Sam smiled slightly, nodding. He closed his eyes. "Yeah... I promise."
Haley: Sorry, I was in a hurry! I'm now putting this on here during an edit on the actual site before I put it into a story... I promise Sam and Dean will be back, though! ;)