Djinn's Dream [Destiel]

Two

"Sam. Sammy." Sam's eyes focussed back onto the hand waving in front of his face. "You with me?" Dean's worried expression swam into view and Sam stared.
"Y-yeah. Just zoned out I guess" he stuttered and stated at Dean some more. Why was Dean in Castiel's perfect world?
"Yeah I saw that. Grab us another beer would you?" Dean chuckled and turned back to the barbecue, and that was when he realised where they were. Their home in Lawrence. Sam turned in a circle and marvelled at how much it had changed. There was a kiddie splash pool on the end of the porch, a couple of push bikes littered around a dozen different sports balls clustered at the other. He was startled out of his stance as he heard his name being called.

"Dad?" Sam choked, his eyes wide and very close to tears.
"Your mum wants you in the kitchen. Extra hands are needed" his Dad slapped his shoulder and moved to start bickering with Dean playfully about his barbecuing skills.

Mum? Mum's alive? was his next solo thought as he hurried into the kitchen to see his mother laughing while she washed the carrots. Keep up appearances Sam. Go along he reminded himself as he forced a lopsided grin on his face.
"You wanted me Mum?"
"Ahh yes, can you take these up to Claire?" She held out a plate of toast with Nuttella on it. Sam took it and asked cautiously
"And where is Claire?"
"Upstairs in her room" his mother had already turned her attention to her chopping, leaving Sam to find this mysterious Claire.

He ascended the stairs and paused by the photo wall, trying to get some semblance around this life: Castiel's deepest desires. There were the family portraits he remembered looking back on, his chubby little baby body taking up centre stage.
Then he moved on and stopped in surprise. A photograph of him in his graduation outfit, holding a certificate for graduating Stamford Law. No Jess, or any other girlfriend. Just Sam, his law degree, and a grinning Dean by his side.
The rest were all various family trips that he stared at longingly, wishing that this is the life he had lived, but stopped short yet again when he came to the last photograph. A large frame that had a few smaller photographs in it. A quick glance told Sam it was a wedding, one at the beach in California, and a longer look told him the participants; Castiel and Dean.

The plate almost slipped from his fingers as he stared in shock. Dean and Cas were standing facing each other, the biggest grins on their faces as the priest stood proudly behind them. The next photo down was them kissing, Dean wrapping his arms around Cas's neck and Cas's hands settled on Dean's hips.

After Sam got over his initial shock, he remembers the plate in his hands and quickly climbed the rest of the stairs. He peered into what used to be his nursery and jumped back. The room was no longer baby blue, but a light beige colour with a striking feature wall in bright orange. Various 80s rock band posters littered the walls, along with several framed photos of a young teen in front of a '67 Chevy Impala. The same young teen was sitting at a desk scribbling furiously into a workbook, so Sam tapped politely on the door.

"Uncle Sam! hi" Claire exclaimed, her eyes zeroing in on the plate in his hands. "Study snack, thank the lord" she grinned at him and took the plate, crunching crumbs all over her notes.

"Studying hard?" Sam chuckled, recognising the same I-have-an-assignment-due-tomorrow-which-I-haven't-finished fervour. Claire rolled her eyes and nodded, mouth too full to speak. Sam sat on the edge of her bed and looked around, taking in the photos of her, Cas and Dean at various sports games and car shows.
"Yeah. Got this report on Palestinian mythology for history due tomorrow and I'm soooooo far behind" she moaned, setting the now empty plate aside and dusted the crumbs off her lap.  "Is Gabe coming?" She asked, picking a piece of lint off her jeans.

"Gabe, uh, I don't know" Sam played it off, shrugging slightly. He watched Claire's face fall but pick up again moments later. "You said he's text, right?"
"Yeah, yeah. He'll text" Sam agreed, nodding like he'd known that all along. He sat in silence with Claire for a while, and then the doorbell rang.
"That'll be the guests.  Time to go" Claire sighed and stood up, motioning for Sam to move ahead of her.