What if it wasn't a dream?
Dean headed into the warehouse looking for the djinn. He wondered if they really did grant wishes, and if so what was up with the disappearing people. He thought he heard something, but when he turned to look there was nothing there. He was getting a little spooked. Maybe Sam was right and he should have picked him up before coming in here.
Dean shrugged and turned back around and was confronted by the djinn. "Every tenth victim gets a wish," it hissed and put his hand on Dean's head.
"Very well," it said after reading Dean's mind, and Dean fell into blackness.
Dean woke up, wondering where he was. It didn't feel like a hotel somehow. The TV was on some old monster movie and there was somebody in bed with him. He opened his eyes and saw a really hot girl next to him. As quietly as he could, he got out of bed and went into the other room. He saw his cell phone on the nightstand and grabbed it on his way out. He opened it up and scrolled for Sam's name. He was momentarily confused as he thought Sam's name was first, but he glided past the unfamiliar names until he saw Sam. He hit the button that would call him.
"Dean?" he heard Sam say as he answered the phone. He sounded confused.
"Sam, I don't know where I am," he said urgently.
"What? What happened?"
"I think the djinn did something to me," Dean replied. Sam would know how to fix what happened. If he knew Sam, he had been furiously researching djinns ever since he had found out that was what they were hunting.
"You were drinking gin?" Sam asked. He thought Dean usually just stuck with beer and whiskey.
"No, the scary monster we're hunting," Dean said getting irritated. "I found him in the warehouse and he touched me and the next thing I know I'm waking up next to this hot girl."
"You mean Carmen?" Sam asked, hoping that his stupid brother wasn't cheating on the one good thing in his life.
"Carmen?" Dean asked, confused. How would Sam know the name of some random chick he hooked up with?
"Get some sleep, Dean. I'll see you tomorrow," Sam said and hung up. He shook his head. That was the first time he had heard from Dean in months and apparently only because he was drunk. He closed his law book and headed off to join Jess in bed.
Dean looked over and saw mail on the table. He started flipping through it and saw bills and letters addressed to someone named Carmen, but then he saw his own name. Equally disturbing was the fact that the address was Lawrence, Kansas. "Lawrence?" he asked himself confused.
He looked up to see the woman from bed come in. "Having trouble sleeping?" she asked.
"Carmen?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Carmen answered after Dean hadn't said anything else.
"I'm not feeling well. I think maybe I need some air," Dean said.
"Do you want me to come with you?" she asked.
"No. That's OK. I'll be back soon," he said and headed out the door before she could ask him anything else. If he was in Lawrence he would head over to their old house. He had spoken to Missouri a couple of weeks ago and Jenny had taken her in after she had had a stroke. Jenny wouldn't turn him away and Missouri would know what was going on.
He pulled up to the house and rang the doorbell. He knew it was late, but he and Sam had saved her kids from a poltergeist, so she should forgive him for waking her up. The door opened and Dean couldn't believe his eyes.
"Dean, what are you doing here?" his father asked.
"Dad?" Dean asked. This couldn't be real. His father was dead, had sold his soul to save him.
"Who is it, John?" he heard in the background.
"Dean," John answered.
"Is something wrong?" the voice asked as it came closer and his mother appeared in the door.
"Mom?" This was even more confusing. He didn't know what was going on, but right now he didn't care. He rushed into the house and hugged them both at the same time.
"Dean, what's wrong?" John asked, concerned.
"Nothing. I just really wanted to see you guys," he said.
"Dean, we work at the garage together. You see me every day," John pointed out.
"You've been drinking. I'm going to call Carmen and have her come pick you up," Mary said.
"No, I'm not drunk and I want to stay here," Dean insisted.
"Did you two have a fight?" John asked. He hoped Dean hadn't messed things up with Carmen. She really seemed to keep him grounded.
"No, I just miss the place," Dean said lamely.
"OK. We can ride into work together in the morning, then," John said. "Good night."
John and Mary headed upstairs and Dean looked around at all the family pictures in the living room. He finally settled down on the couch and went to sleep.
Dean awoke with a start. He remembered all the events from last night and puzzled at their meaning. He grabbed his cell and tried Sam. He got his voice mail and hung up.
"Want breakfast?" his mother asked from the kitchen.
A homemade breakfast. "Yeah," Dean said excitedly. His excitement died a little when his mom gave him a bowl and box of Cheerio's. Oh well, maybe she didn't cook him anything, but this was the first time in over 20 years, his mother had handed him anything. "Thanks," he said.
His dad came in and sat down, pouring himself a bowl. "So, what happened last night, Dean?" he asked. Mary had told him to leave it alone, but if his son was derailing his life, he wanted to stop it if he could. He loved both his sons, but Dean was a constant source of worry. At least he had been until he'd met Carmen last year.
"Nothing. I had a really weird dream about when I was a kid and got nostalgic," Dean made up a lie on the spot.
"OK, well are you ready to go to work. You can drive me. I'm kind of nostalgic for the Impala," John smiled at Dean. He remembered how excited Dean was when he gave him the Impala for his sixteenth birthday. At the time, John had no idea that Dean would have been able to keep it running this long. A screw up in so many other ways, Dean really was a good mechanic.
"Yeah, great," Dean said, glad that he was going to be able to spend some time with his father. He had missed him this last year.