Dead Already

What Is

Dean searched frantically for a phone, and dialed Sam's number. "Hello?" Sam's voice answered calmly on the other line.

Dean's voice caught for a moment before he answered. "Sammy, is that you?"

"Dean?" He sounded surprised to hear from Dean. "What's wrong?"

Dean took a deep breath. "I don't know, man. I don't know where I am. The last thing i remember we were in that hotel. I was in the basement and something attacked me. Then I woke up in bed next to some hot chick..."

"You mean Carmen?" Sam asked. He put down the book he was reading. "Dean, you're drunk dialing me,"

Dean's brow pulled together. "What? No, I'm not. Stop screwing around. Somethings upSam. The zombies are all gone and-"

"Look, man, you need to sleep. Just... get some rest, and I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Sam didn't wait for a response before hanging up the phone.

"Wait, Sam? Sam!" Dean closed his eyes and put down the phone. Something was obviously up- he strained to remember what had happened before he blacked out.

He had been in the basement of some hotel...Sam and Megan were upstairs. He was walking into a room when somebody hit him over the head. Who was standing behind the door...?

A Dijnn...? Dean considered. It made the most sense. They usually hung out in dark places like this- even if there weren't many humans around. Whatever attacked him was obviously something living, and only a monster could do something like this.

"Hunny?" The woman in the bed- apparently Carmen- was standing in the doorway. "Babe, what are you doing up?"

Dean smiled awkwardly. "Hey... Carmen. I just uh..."

"Aw, you just couldn't sleep, huh?" She smiled, brushing her hand on his shoulder.

"Uh, yeah," Dean faked a laugh.

Carmen wrapped her arms around his neck, standing up on her toes a bit to see him eye-to-eye. "Well, why don't we go back to bed, and I'll see if I can do anything to help?"

Dean grinned. "Yeah...sure." He almost considered taking her up on that offer... it was his wish come true, right? But then he remembered the situation at hand, and decided against it. "In a minute- you go ahead."

"Okay. Don't stay up too long..." Carmen agreed, giving him a gentle kiss before going back into the bedroom.

Dijnns granted wishes- so was this his wish? He certainly never spoke it out aloud, which meant it was reading his mind. Dean felt his stomach clench. Did that mean...? He surveyed the living room, looking for anything that might make things clearer. He spotted a framed photograph on the bookshelf. No... It can't be...

Dean grabbed the keys sitting on the counter and ran out of the house.

...

Sam finished the third and fourth floor. He entered the last, empty room, and lied down on the bed. He could fall asleep right then and there if his mind would let him.

You either have to save Sam...or kill him...

Sam knew that there was something wrong with him, and he wished to God he knew what. What could possibly make his own father say something like that? And to his brother? He didn't want to be different- he wanted to be normal. Even in this world, there were still normal people out there, right?

He knew his brother meant well, but this was something Dean couldn't fix for him. Dean would never kill Sam, even if his father begged him to. Even if Sam begged him to. He would die himself trying to save Sam, and for that Sam was grateful. But now he had to be strong for once, and figure this out himself. He may never be normal but he could still be good.

Sam's whole body went tense as he heard footsteps from down the hall. He tightened his grip on the gun and sat up. Did I miss any zombies? Or are there living people in here?

"Sam?"

Sam closed his eyes and sighed with relief. "Megan," he got up and went into the hallway. Megan was walking from the stairwell on the opposite end. "What's wrong?"

Megan caught up to him and shrugged. "Nothing. The top floors are cleared, now." She stared up at Sam, who was at least 8 inches taller than her. "So I guess that means we're gonna stay here for a while?" She asked after a moment.

"Yeah, i guess so. Depends on Dean, i guess."

Megan nodded and looked away. When she glanced back at him she had on odd expression on her face that Sam couldn't quite place. "Can I ask you something personal?"

"Yeah, shoot." Sam cleared his throat. He crossed his arms, which he always did when he felt vulnerable or nervous. Not that he should be. I mean, this is Megan for petes sake. We can trust her.

Megan paused, contemplating how to put her thoughts into words. "Well, Dean...um, what was he like? Before the world ended? Was he different?"

Sam had to hold back a smile. Maybe Dean had a bit of a secret admirer... "He was basically the same. Still bossy, still an asshole. But he has always been a hero, even if it got him into trouble."

Megan smiled at that. "So he's always been like that?"

"No. He used to be...different. He was always so full of life, you know? But that was before..." Megan was about to stop him when his voice trailed off. She didn't mean to impose, but he continued before she could say anything. "Before our father died. It happened right before the world went to shit. It was a demon...the same one that killed my mother and my... girlfriend." Sam kept a straight face, but inside he could feel the pain of seeing Jess on the ceiling-feel the heat on his face- like it all happened yesterday.

"Oh. I didn't...I didn't realize-"

"No, no, its okay, really. You might as well know. Dean was dying. He wasn't going to make it, and... there was nothing we could do." Sam explained. He knew that Dean wouldn't want him to tell her all of this, but he went ahead anyway. "Our father made a deal with the demon- Dean's life for his."

Megan realized she was holding her breath. She couldn't imagine what that must have felt like to know that someone else, your father especially, died to save you. That would change anyone. "I'm so sorry," She practically whispered. Sam gave her a small smile of appreciation. "Thank you for telling me,"

Sam nodded. "Don't tell him I told you. I mean, you should know- you're like one of us now- but he doesn't really tell anyone stuff like that," They didn't say anything else for a while.

Megan repeated his words in her head: You're like one of us now... They trusted her, which is something she had not felt in a long, long time. For Dean to open up about his mom, and Sam about his dad, really said something. She realized that if they were honest with her- then she should be honest with them.

"Sam... there's something I've been meaning to ask you about. I've been worried about it for a while now..."

Sam sat down on the hotel bed he had been lying on before. Megan sat down beside him. "What is it?"

Megan bit the inside of her cheek before speaking. "Well...do you remember what that- shape shifter, or whatever- said to me? Or rather, about me?"

"No...not really... what did she say?"

"She said that I was...different. That she would tell you both about me if you would let her live." Megan felt her stomach clench. She had been worried about this for months, but she didn't want to tell them. She was embarrassed, and a just little bit scared.

Sam, however, seemed unconvinced. "So? She was just trying to make a deal so that we'd let her live. She was lying, Megan. Shape shifters, demons, ghosts- they all lie."

"Yeah, but she wasn't the only one!" Megan argued. "The priest, from the church, he said something too." She paused. "He was looking into peoples souls- to judge them, or whatever- and when he looked into mine, it was different."

That got Sam's attention. He may not have been an angel, but that didn't mean he couldn't see things that living humans couldn't. Maybe Father Gregory saw something that Sam and Dean weren't able to. "How was it different?"

Megan had to blink back tears that were threatening to form in her green eyes. "I don't know. He didn't say. He said that I was, like, 'sent by God,' but that can't be right. Could it? How could I be any different that you or Dean without even knowing it?"

Sent by God... That was a new one. Sam racked his brain for some monster that fit her description, but he didn't exactly have much to go on. Most monsters didn't even have souls. Damn... maybe I should have let that shape shifter live. Maybe she would have been useful.

For now, they had nothing. No information except the babblings of two monsters who probably didn't even know what they were talking about. Sam had nothing to offer Megan. "I wouldn't worry about it, Megan. We'll figure this out- if there's even anything tofigure out."

"Okay...thank you. I just... i just wanted you to know." Megan reached over and hugged Sam, who was a little surprised. Still, he wrapped his arms around her anyway.

"You're going to be fine, Megan. Dean and I will make sure of it."

"Thank you," Megan let go of him. "Speaking of Dean, you think he's done yet?"

"Probably finished awhile ago. Let's go get him."



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