Markings And Memories

Falling. That's what was happening to Dillon. He was falling in never ending darkness, no walls, no floor, no nothing. Spiraling down, down, down. Voices echoing all around him.

"Sammy."

"Sammy."

"Sammy."

"Sammy."

Holding his head in his hands, he continued hearing the name Sammy. They where all from the same voice, only some were desperate, some were lust filled, and some were just filled with happiness and love. Some where anger and others were just cries. Spiraling down, down, down, into more and more darkness.

"Sammy."

"Sammy."

"Sammy."

"Sammy."

"Dean stop!" Dillon yells into the darkness before him.

The voices stop. The falling feeling stops. He's still, completely still. Then, the ground rushes up towards him. His feet land with a bam on the cold cement floor. Falling to his knees from the sudden impact, he looks up. The hallway. Standing up, he feels dizzy and places a hand on the closest wall to him. After a few seconds, the feeling leaves him. Standing upright, he walks down the hallway, wanting to find the door marked Dean. Looking to the right, he sees a faded door, and to his left, another faded door. Looking around, he knows that this was where he was before, right in the middle, but, there's nothing. No door marked Dean or Sam, just faded words. Walking over to the door on his right, he grasps the door handle and feels pain in his right wrist. Looking down, he sees a marking of SDW burning red. Turning the handle, he enters the room, door slamming on it's own behind him. Suddenly, he was watching Sam and Dean with a knife.

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"Hold still Sammy!"

"It…Ugh! It fucken hurts!"

Laughing, Dean finishes the cut on Sam's wrist. Dabbing a cloth on the wound, he washes it. Getting a quick glance at the cut without blood, he sees the same marking that burns on his wrist. Wrapping it up, dean takes the knife, and hands it to Sam.

"Hope your caving skills are still with you." Dean says as Sam puts the tip to Deans wrist.

"Yea yea, hold still Okay?"

"Pffft I'm not a baby like you are."

Digging the blade into Deans skin, he winces.

"Don't move!"

"Damn it Sammy, it does hurt.."

"I told you, now shut up and don't move!"

In no time at all, Sam's cleaning up the blood. Looking down at the cut, Dean smiles.

"Just like yours."

"Yea, Umm….Dean?"

Dean looks up.

"What?"

"Uhh, how are we going to remember each other? I know the spell says that we will, but how?"

"Well, the spell says that one will remember, the other wont. One will have the door locked, the other will already have the key."

"Oh…do you…do you know who will remember?"

"No, Sammy, I don't know."

"How will we find each other? And when?"

"I have no clue, but It says we will."

"Hope so." Sam leans down and kisses Dean on the lips, smiling.

"I love you."

"Dude, no chick-flick moments!" Laughing, Dean looks into Sammy's eyes.

"But, just this time." Smiling, Dean catches Sam's lips. "We'll have a moment. I love you too."

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In darkness again. Turning around, he sees a little sliver of light on the floor. Searching, he feels the handle. Twisting it, he walks back into the dim hallway. Closing his eyes he sighs. All he wants is to open the damn door marked Dean! Opening his eyes again, he notices that he's back at the start of the hallway. Running, he gets back to the middle. Looking to his left and right, he sighs in relief. The doors are back. Reaching in his pocket, he feels the key. Taking it out, he inserts it into the keyhole and turns it. With a soft click, the door unlocks. Pulling the key out, he puts it back into his pocket and turns the knob. A soft click, the door opens. Entering the room, he feels a sudden overload with memories. Dean and Sam as kids, fighting demons and ghosts, Moving a lot, hotel after hotel. School after school, getting into collage, Dean and Sam making love for the first time just before laving for collage, Jessica, Dean coming to get him, there dad missing, the shape shifter, Dean almost dieing from a car crash, defeating the demon, the spell, markings, getting shot in the head. Clenching his head, Dillon cries out in pain. Green eye's flashing, he sees a mirror, looking into it, he sees himself transform into Sam.

"I'm Sammy." he says out loud.

"I am Sam Winchester. And Dillon, Dillon Mancer." Suddenly, the ground leaves and he falls into more and more darkness.

Falling, he sees flashes of him and Dean, him and Dean, over and over. Then, he sees him and Kyle, him and Kyle, then, it stops. He's floating in the darkness, not moving. Looking strait ahead, he sees a figure. Wanting to get closer, he tires, but he can not move. The figure moves a little bit closer, and he sees hazel eyes, nothing but those hazel eyes. Sighing, he smiles. It's Dean, or is it Kyle? Dean or Kyle, Dean or Kyle. Reaching out with his right hand, he tries to hold onto Dean or Kyle's hand. The figure getting closer, he feels a sudden calm pour over him, then, a warm hand clasps onto his.

"Do you remember?" the voice echoes.

"Do you remember your true name? My true name?"

Sighing, Dillon/Sam looks up into the only thing he could see in the darkness. Dean's eyes, Kyle's eyes. Smiling, he whispers.

"Yes."

"What is it then?" The voice asks.

"Sam Winchester's my name, and yours, well I think it's Dean. I'm sure it is cause I don't know anyone else other then Kyle who have hazel eyes like that."

Seeing a swirling mist moving in front of him, he sees a figure take shape. Clearing, he sees Deans face. Looking at him, he smiles a bigger smile.

"It's been a while Dean."

"Yea Sammy, it has."

"So you're the one who got to remember huh?"

"Yea, it sucked though, seeing you, and knowing that your Sammy, but when you looked at me, all you saw was Kyle."

"What happens now?" Sam/Dillon shifts from food to foot.

"Well, we will still look the same as our other bodies, but in our dreams w can visit each other and see ourselves like this."

"Awesome. I prefer you looking like this."

"Oh really? Well I prefer you with red hair."

Laughing, Sam/Dillon places a soft kiss upon Dean/Kyle's lips.

"Bye."

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Stretching, Dean/Kyle looks down at Sam/Dillon. Placing a soft kiss on his forehead, he pokes him.

"I know your awake, Sammy."

Yawning, S/D looks up ay D/K.

"Sammy?"

The look on D/K's face turned from a smile to a frown.

"I was joking!" S/D pokes D/K in the ribs.

"Nasty trick." D/K smiles.

"But that's okay, as long as you remember."

Placing a soft kiss on D/K's lips, S/D looks into the hazel eyes he loves so much.

"What do we do about my parents?"

"How about we say were gonna go on a trip? That were going to wander all across USA?"

"Sounds, good to me."

Sighing, D/K looks out the window.

"No impala this time. My Poor baby. Hope she's out there being kept safe."

"Smiling wide, S/D cups D/K's face.

"I know where it is Dean."

Eyes widening, he grasps S/D's shoulders.

"Where is she? Who has her? Ohh is she in good condition?"

Laughing, S/D takes his hands off D/K's face.

"I own it."

Looking at S/D in disbelief, he shakes him just a little.

"What?! How?"

"Well, I seen it, it was on the side of the road, a FREE sign on it, Looked in good shape, and something told me, no, something made me take it. So when I did, I got my dad to fix it up, and I've kept it in good shape. Something pushed me into making sure it was okay, telling me that I'll need it."

Sighing in relief, D/K hops out of the bed.

"Lets see her! Come on Sammy!"

Laughing, S/D puts on some pants and leads D/K to the car. Walking into the backyard, he opens the shed. Taking the tarp off the car, he sees D/K touch it's handle, and run his hands over it.

"My baby! Oh daddy will never let you go again!"

"Your baby?" S/D smiles a mischievous grin. "In the one who owns it now."

Looking up, D/K glares ay S/D.

"Mine. Not yours, mine."

Still laughing, S/D opens a box near the from of the Shed. Taking out keys, he tosses them to D/K.

"Here's the car, just cause I love you."

"No chick-flick moments dude."

"I haven't told you that in a long time."

"Fine. I love you too."

"Really?"

"No! I'm just selling you horse shit! Course I love you!"

"I'll always love you."

"Better."

"I will…Jerk."

"Bitch."

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A/N: WOOT! I'm done, this story is the first one I've completed. Lmao. There will probably be a sequel, but that all depends on the REVIEWS! Heehee. If you want me to, I'll write one. If not, I might anyways:P