***So nerve wracking, first fic on this site… Oh god oh god. What if people hate it? Big thanks to my Tumblr friends for kicking me in the stomach, and saying I should actually post this mind explosion of a fic. Warnings are non-explicit Dean/Gabriel /Castiel and this story WILL develop into some form of Wincest. This is basically a Season 5 AU extravaganza. I wish I owned Supernatural, but sadly I don't the CW does.***

Sam

Sam has been searching for what feels like forever. He's trying to fix his mistakes. He's trying to make up for what he's done. Days go by with no one but Lucifer. He is the only one there, the only one who's ever there. But one day, Sam finds the secret to redemption. Sam finds the way to fix his screw ups. The way to make Dean love him again. So on a warm day in May, Sam decides to clean up his messes and fix his mistakes and make his big brother love him. He lets the Devil take him, he gets control, and he falls right into the Cage.

One day after years and years of his redemption, Sam doesn't feel any pain. There is nothing but blissful silence and darkness. The next time Sam blinks, he opens his eyes wide and sees a clear blue sky and feels the moist air around him. Sam finds himself lying on the ground in the middle of Stull Cemetery. He doesn't know how he got there or why he deserves this. All he knows is that he wants to find Dean and tell him how sorry he is for all the problems he caused and how bad he hurt him. So now, Sam has one mission: To apologize.

Dean

It's been almost a year now and Dean hasn't heard a word from Sam. Dean still feels the sting of Sam's betrayal, but after all these months have passed it has started to fade. He tries not to think about Sam anymore, he has Cas and Gabe and Dean is pretty sure that they're all he needs. Cas has been there for him since Sam left, and Gabe has been there since he asked Gabe to join him after catching him in a ring of holy fire. Dean doesn't need Sam, and even though he misses him sometimes... Dean tries not to think about it.

Dean still hunts, but for the past year since the Apocalypse suspiciously ended he's been hunting monsters with his two lovers by his sides. Hunting a few years ago meant revenge, but now hunting is a sort of release and it gives him the slightest of satisfaction. He doesn't really have to worry about being arrested anymore; he has an angelic get out of jail free card. Dean still stays in motel rooms, but now he can splurge a bit. He can get rooms that are better than the terrible quality ones of his youth. Dean can even stay in a Comfort Inn from time to time. When they stay in those, he can get a big king sized that is big enough for the three of them.

Sam

After searching for a week or two, Sam had finally found his brother. It was not as hard as he would've thought. Dean had been being careless, there were numerous times, within the year or so he had been gone, that Dean had been arrested while on a case. In all the times Dean had been arrested, each time he escaped without a trace. In one report Sam read, it said that Dean had basically vanished into thin air. At least Dean had Castiel to watch his back and protect him, something that Sam had always failed at. He found the Impala outside of a motel in New Jersey; it was just as flawless as the last time he had seen it.

As Sam stood and knocked at the motel door, he silently freaked out in his head. He was excited and terribly nervous at the same time. Would Dean want to see him? Would Dean send him away or would he hug him? Would Dean punch him or love him? Sam knew it could go either way. So, when he heard the locks on the door start to open, he lowered his head and prepared for either. And when Sam raised his chin, he was met with Dean's startled green eyes. And with nothing else to say, he said:

"Hi, Dean."

***This is going to be fun. And this is going to be long, oh God.****