Sam didn’t even realize that he had fallen asleep with Jess in his arms. But for the first time in a long time, he woke up feeling relaxed.
He looked around the room, but in its vast space, he found no trace of her.
He got up and walked out of the room and into the living room. His eyes scanned every corner of it until the sound of the television brought his gaze towards Dean, seated on the plush blue sofa facing the plasma screen.
Sam could only see the back of his head, but he immediately pictured his brother seated there with a bottle of beer in his hand. And when he got close enough he saw he was right. Dean had made himself comfortable; his feet stretched out on the coffee table, next to several beer bottles.
“Hey, Sammy!” Dean said as soon as he was close enough. “You should check out the mini bar” he continued pointing to one of the many doors on the tv stand. Sam gave it only a complimentary glance before his eyes returned back to Dean and then to the soap that was playing on TV.
“Are you watching a soap?”
“Dr Sexy M.D,” he said with a smile “You remember?”
“Only too well” he replied and Dean smiled again.
“So where is everyone?” Sam asked as he took a seat next to Dean
“Out having fun”
“So why aren’t you with them?”
“Babysitting as usual?”
“You don’t need to babysit me anymore. I am not a child?”
“Are you sure?” Dean asked turning towards him. Any trace of the smile was gone. “Because, these past days you sure as hell haven’t done anything to prove otherwise!”
Sam didn’t reply he just turned his attention towards the television. He wasn’t watching the show he just needed the distraction.
“Dean I need to talk to you?” he finally found himself saying.
“No,” Dean said without turning away from the tv.
“No! You don’t even know what I’m going to say”
“Good point,” he said, “but still I’m going to go ahead with ‘no’”
“Come on man, this is important,” said Sam as Dean kept silent.
“Oh Ok, in that case, ‘no’” said Dean turning towards him.
“Dean, come on”
“No, Sam, I’m not going to talk with you and that’s final.”
“Dean, there’s something strange here”
“Yeah, you can say that again. Everybody is happy and nice. Really weird!”
“Dean, there is no ‘everybody’. Since we gotten here, since we came to this place, how many people did you talk to or even met?” asked Sam but Dean didn’t reply. “Don’t you find that strange that no one here seemed to care to associate with anyone?”
“Or how about the fact that every place we have been seemed to have everything we would need without having to go anywhere else. The supermarket stocks exactly everything we would want to buy, from every type of product. This hotel suite is a city on itself. We could stay here forever without ever having to step out.”
“And for a small little suburb, this place seemed to be endless. Does any of this seem even the least bit strange?”
“No, Sam it doesn’t. Our family is finally back together and happy. Well, almost everybody is happy” Said Dean.
“Dean, all this is an illusion. This place, if it’s not an illusion of its own, is a prison meant to keep us in.”
“No, Sam, this is not a prison for us it’s an oasis. An oasis from all the shit that we had to go through out there in your real world; a safe haven for our family, and for us. Or have you forgotten what is waiting out there.”
“Dean this place is not right”
“No, Sam, you’re not right! For the first time, we are at peace and you want to ruin it all, for what?”
“Dean there are demons here. I found them and I tracked them to a house in our neighbourhood. But that is not it, they are living here as if they are one of us. I think they are planning something.”
“So did you kill them?”
“They sure didn’t kill you, or are you a demon?”
“No, Dean, you’re missing the point!”
“No, Sammy, you’re missing the point. You chased after two demons without the colt or the knife. What were you planning on doing when you got there?”
“OK, so maybe I should have planned it out well before I acted but I was taken by surprise and just acted on instincts”
“Oh, I don’t doubt you acted out of instinct. My problem is the instinct that you acted on.”
“What are you implying?”
“You know exactly what I am implying.”
“I’m done with that, Dean, I swear”
“Are you, Sam”
“Yes, I’m Dean. You have to trust me”
“You’re acting like an addict starved of his drugs, Sam. So you tell me, why I should believe you?”
“This has nothing to do with that” Sam said a little too harshly.
“Sam” he heard before he had time to say anything more.
Both Sam and Dean turned just in time to see everyone standing at the door staring at them. Their faces told everything they needed to know. Both Dean and Sam fell silent, but neither looked at each other.