If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away

Sleeping Beauty

When I got up, Sam was still asleep. I furrowed my eyebrows at Dean, who shrugged.
"What kind of music do you like?" Dean asked suddenly. "There's been some controversy over what's played in the car."
"I like what's played in the car."
"Really?"
I nodded.
"If you weren't Sam's..."
"I'm not 'Sam's'. I'm not a possession."
"If you weren't Sam's girlfriend." He amended.
"Thank you." I said. "And you wouldn't stand a chance."
His eyebrows shot up. "And why not?"
"We have far different morals."
"You're not one of the things we hunt, right?"
"Pardon?"
"Sam seems to have a thing for those."
"What?"
"Well, there was the werewolf. And the demon."
"What are you talking about?"
"The creatures Sam's banged."
"Oh." Werewolf? And demon? Damn.
"Speaking of which, we should move." He got up and shoved Sam. "Up and at 'em, Sammy."
Sam didn't budge.
"Is he... Breathing?" I had to ask.
"Yeah." Dean said, cocking his head and shaking Sam. "Sammy, get up."
Sam didn't acknowledge him.
Dean looked flabbergasted. "What the hell?" He muttered.
I got up and kneeled in front of him. I shook him gently. "Sam?" I whispered. "Get up, sweetie. Time to go."
"I want to sleep." He muttered without opening his eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked, getting worried.
"Tired."
"Sleep in the car." Dean said, kneeling beside me.
"No."
I pushed his hair from his forehead and felt for a temperature. He felt fine. "Do you feel all right?" I asked gently.
"Tired."
"Physically or mentally?" I held my breath without realizing it, and hoped for the answer I wanted.
"Yes." He said, pulling the blanket over his head. Well, that was kind of what I wanted.
Dean pulled him upright. Sam blinked his eyes open, then decided it wasn't worth it and closed them again. Dean punched him in the face. Bewildered, I gasped. "Dean!" Sam just shrugged from Dean's grasp and laid back down.
Dean gestured to me to follow him. "It could be that somebody stuck him in a dream. It happened to Bobby. We could find some African Dream Root to get us in there. Just where to get it... We may still have some. I'll go look."
He went out to the car, and returned with a nasty looking thing. "You wanna go or me?" He didn't look too thrilled.
"I can if you don't want to." I said.
"I don't." He said immediately. "Not at all."
"Then I guess I will."
"Okay."
"Dean, do you really think that's what it is? He's been awake a little. Wouldn't it be easier to try, like, really strong antidepressants?"
He looked at me as if I'd just proposed a tea party with Satan.
"Dream Root it is." I agreed.
He handed me a cup with an extremely foul smelling liquid that looked like pee. I wrinkled my nose, and he nodded in agreement. "See why I didn't wanna go?"
I drank it quickly and almost threw up. Gross. "Why isn't it doing anything?" I asked.
He took the cup, sat it on the table. He caught me as I fell.

"I don't care." Sam said. "You're not real."
"Why do you say that?" My voice responded. Only it wasn't me, so who the hell was it?
"Because Lexie's not like that. She will kill me."
"I am Lexie." My voice pleaded.
"No you're not. You're not real." He said, his voice tight with restraint. What the hell is going on in there? Do I even want to know?
I peeked in the doorway. Sam was backed against the wall, his head turned to the sides eyes closed. And who was in front of him? None other than my doppelgänger. An extremely whorish doppelgänger in a bra and panties. My boobs aren't that big, are they?
Either way, I'm very uncomfortable and very glad I didn't have Dean go. Or maybe I wish he had. I dunno.
I did what I've been desiring to do for quite some time, not that I'll admit that out loud: I put a bullet through my skull. It wasn't as satisfying as I'd imagined. Maybe because I didn't actually die. Oh well. At least now I know I'll be capable of doing it.
Sam yelled and dropped to his knees beside Whore Me. He pulled her close to him, starting to cry. Well shit. I feel like such a bitch.
"Sammy." I said, and he scrambled up, blinking.
"You..."
"Yes." I so should have made Dean come. This is awkward...
He scratched the back of his neck. "Oh... Hey..." He said uncomfortably.
"Yeah." I said, equally uncomfortable.
"You sure are calm to be looking at your own corpse." He avoided looking at either of us.
"Yeah, well..." I shrugged. It's his dream. "So why won't you get up?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I just... Don't want to."
"Why, Sammy?"
"I don't know... There's just... So much evil."
"I know, but there's good, too."
"There is in here."
"What, whore me?"
He paused, then shrugged in admittance, probably figuring I can't kill him in his own dream. "Yeah, kinda." He laughed.
"And you didn't even fuck her." See? I was right saying he wasn't like Dean in that aspect.
"Nope."
"Why?" It was probably his only chance.
"You'd never speak to me again."
"Maybe not that, but..."
"Are you real?"
"Yes, love."
"That's what she said." He gestured to Whore Me's corpse.
"I'm real, Sam." I said, glancing at me.
She doesn't have scars. I went over to her and knelt down, taking her arm in my hand. I ran my fingers over the smooth skin. He doesn't know about the others, thank God.
So that's what Sam wants...
Oh.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Nothing." I stood up, swallowing hard as I turned to him. "We'll never know what happens after we have sex if you don't wake up." Technically it's true, despite the fact that it won't happen. Oh well.
Just when I thought I found someone who accepted me for me...

I woke up in a bed. I sat up to see Dean on my phone. "Yes, I'm sure you're devastated, but she's asleep... No, I didn't steal her phone or kidnap her... She'll call you when she has time... Yeah, I'm sure she would normally answer the phone, but she's not dead, I promise. I don't want her dead either... I'm very sorry for your loss, but-... I'm sure she will, but she's asleep-thank God. Here she is." He thrust the phone into my hands.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Lexie?" It was Claire. She must have heard about Scarlett Anne.
"Hey, love. What's wrong?"
"S-Scarlett An-ne is d-dead!" She sobbed.
Tears welled in my eyes. "I know." I said softly.
"Go away, Mother! I don't want to talk to you!" Claire screamed at who I assumed to be her mother.
"Claire? I think you should talk to your mom." I killed Scarlett Anne, after all...
"I k-know. But are you okay?"
"Nope. You?"
"No."
"I'm sorry, Claire..."
"Why? You didn't do anything. She was your friend too."
What she doesn't know is that I killed her. We would still have her if it wasn't for me. Well, a demon in her body, but still. "Because she was your friend too." I said softly.
"I'm sorry too, Lexie."
"Yeah."
"Bye."
"Bye." I whispered.
Sam and Dean were hugging. They pulled back and Sam looked at me, then rushed forward and pulled me to him, kissing me. "I love you." He whispered before crushing his lips to mine again.
Does he?
I didn't know what to do.
A minute later, he pulled away, not even noticing my discomfort. "I'm starving." He said.