Is This Just Fantasy (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Chapter 2

The next time you awoke, you weren't surprised to see nothing had changed, except for the fact that there was no sounds of Sam moving around. Sliding out of bed, it took you two or three tries before you finally found a drawer holding tshirts in your size. Luckily the one below held your jeans, and you quickly got dressed, ready to spend the morning investigating.

You looked at everything as you left the bedroom. The hallway was lined with more pictures, the new you seemed to enjoy taking photos. There were some of you growing up, close enough to the ones in your other life, or whatever you could call it. One was of you and your sister sitting on the bank of a lake, arms wrapped around each other. It made you tear up, your sister had died when she was 16.

The other side held Sam's memories. There were pictures of him with Dean, but also with their dad, and a pretty blonde female who must be their mom. Wondering how things had played out in this life, you realized that she had lived a lot longer here, and still might be alive.

You passed the guest room, then the dining room, which didn't seem to be used much. You made your way into the cluttered living room. A couch and a chair faced a flat screen TV that was situated above a fireplace. A small computer desk was in the corner facing the backyard, and an end table next to the door was cluttered with keys, newspapers and yesterday's mail.

Knowing your first clue could be in the mail, you move towards the end table, noticing your mail still now came to a Mrs. Winchester. "That sounds nice," You thought to yourself, as you noticed that you were living in Lawrence Kansas.

One envelope, in particular, seemed of interest, and you opened it to find a thank you card and a check. Whoever sent the card thanked you for taking such fabulous wedding photos. It was starting to make sense, all the photographs around the house were yours, and you were a photographer by trade.

You were startled as a phone ringing broke the silence, and you hustled to find the phone. Seeing Dean's name on the screen made you smile as you picked it up. Maybe your best friend could help shed some light on what was really going on.

"Hey Dean!" You answered.

"Hey sweetheart, have you decided to leave that brother of mine and run away with me?" Dean's deep voice teased o the other end of the line. Just hearing his voice, and his constant teasing calmed your worries that something was wrong.

"You wish. But Dean, I do need to talk to you about something. " You started to say, but he cut you off.

"Can it wait until lunch? I was just calling to remind you, we were getting together for lunch to talk about Sam's birthday party."

"Sure, face to face would be better anyways." You assured Dean.

"Great, I'll pick you up at 11:30, gotta get back to work. See ya sweet cheeks." Dean said before hanging up. Only Dean could get away with the nicknames, anyone else, and you, or Sam, would have punched the person.

Glancing at the clock on your phone, you realized you only had half an hour before Dean picked you up. You quickly scoped out the rest of the house, noticing more pictures in the kitchen, along with a lot of healthy foods, which didn't surprise you. You looked around the computer, finding your camera equipment, and a sweet note from Sam.

Figured this was the best place to leave
A note. Hope your feeling better,
Have a great day.
Love you,
Sam

P.S. We still on for dinner with my Mom tonight?

Confused as to why he had just said mom, you quickly texted him a reply before making your way back into your room, where you got ready for lunch with Dean. As you put the finishing touches on your hair, you heard the doorbell ring. Rushing down the hall way, you threw the door open and jumped into Dean's arms.

"Woah, I know I'm awesome, but I wasn't expecting this welcome." Dean said, causing you to laugh. You removed yourself from his arms, before really looking at him. You noticed subtle hints that showed he wasn't the same Dean that you had known in that other somewhat foggy life. This Dean was still dressed in jeans and layers, but he was smoother, like life had been nicer to him. It threw you for a moment, seeing a Dean that was truly happy and carefree.

He extended his arm to you, and you graciously accepted it, enjoying the joyful exuberance he was portraying. You started walking with him, but stopped dead in your tracks when you noticed the vehicle in front of your house.

"Where's Baby?" You asked, staring in horror at the newer truck that Dean was opening the door to.

"Baby?" He asked, confusion on his face.

"You know, the Impala? The one you love more than life itself." You said.

Dean just raised his eyebrow at you before replying. "Y/N, are you okay? I've never had an Impala. Dad had one, but he sold it when I was ten."

It was then you utterly and truly realized you were living in a different, or alternative universe. One where Sam was still alive, and maybe his parents, and Dean wasn't jaded by hunting. Not knowing if you could ever get back home, you realized you really didn't want to. Everything you needed, or wanted, was here.