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CONTAINS M/M SLASH. THERE'S EVENTUAL MPREG.

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Full Summary:

when Dean dies he find himself only wanting his brother to return to him but he's stuck working with two angels to help find a way to bring him back whilst dodging the angels of heaven. There was supposed to be an apocalypse but the two claim the issue has divided the angels and that they are at war with each other because of it. So now instead of giving up hunting like grieving hunter wants to, he is driven across the country, with more or less little sleep trying to prevent an all out war in heaven. If that wasn't complicated enough Sam feels himself falling for the one fallen angel called Castiel. Alternate timeline. SASTIEL

*CHAPTER ONE*

Piercing blue eyes.

If Sam hadn't made a mistake that near fatal Thursday, he honestly wouldn't have found himself looking into them and he most likely wouldn't even find himself wondering about them even though it was now Tuesday morning and his brother was absently typing something into the lab top, what Sam didn't want to know unless it had something to do about their recent case.

"Dean, did I ever say how-"

"Sam if you want to bribe me again, it better be more than just sandwiches and the first shower," Dean said with a mischievous grin. "Besides the way you go on about the mysterious man with piercing blue eyes almost makes you seem, yah know, gay."

Sam spluttered and thought about dumping his coffee in Dean's lap momentarily but at the last moment decided it would be too mean. Besides, the guy wasn't just a crush. Sam wanted to thank him for saving his life when he had stupidly went after some demons without back up. Who knew they were working for Lilith anyways? He turned back to Dean, his thoughts turning back to the deal and how he was going to keep him from going to Hell.

"I'm not gay, he just saved me-"

"So it's hero worship then? Sammy most people nowadays save another because of pride. Do you honestly want to get to know the man and realize that he was a dick all along?"

Sam was quick to shake his head and Dean smirked knowingly.

"See that's my little brother. You don't want nor need that man unless this is falling back because you are mesmerized by those piercing blue eyes you keep dreaming about." Sam glared and Dean just smiled back, not at all affected by the edge Sam put behind his look this time. To him it was no more, no less one of Sammy's bitch faces. And those were completely normal by his standards anyhow.

"Common Dean I don't dream about them-"

"Sure you do," Dean interrupted. "How in the world would I know that he has piercing blue eyes or that he wears a trench coat?"

Sam froze and Dean went back to eating his burger knowing soon that Sam was going to start whining. Besides they needed to work on getting the colt back from Bella anyways and the way Sammy was acting, he still found saving Dean was far more important. Oh how he loved hero worship. He could only goad Sam so much though before he found his younger brother in one of his bitchy moods and he didn't want that but he just couldn't resist.

"So Sammy, does that mean he's replaced me in the hero worshipping department because let me know. I may need to collect payment for that otherwise you know because I don't like anyone besting me."

"Dean, I don't have a fricking crush on the guy!" Noticing that everyone else was looking there way now, Sam quickly hid his face behind a menu and mumbled a, "I so hate you." As everyone else settled down now that the little moment seemed to be over, Dean couldn't help but smirk.

"Are ya sure you don't want to find him Sammy? What if he likes you back? He could love you. He could want to have your kids with you-"

"I'm not a fucking girl!" Sam muttered from behind the menu. Dean quickly stopped, catching himself amidst another joke and knowing Sam wouldn't take it well, he paused. Sam was going to calm soon anyways because even though he acted like a little PMSing girl at times, he still was his brother and he still admitted that he didn't act like he PMSed too much.

Seeing Sam tuck the menu away and started to dig into a cheese cake, Dean's face softened. How long were they going to have times like this before he went to Hell and left his brother all alone? How could he leave him alone when there was that Ruby bitch out there and wouldn't hesitate to manipulate him? He didn't want to go to Hell but he knew even worse he couldn't just leave his brother dead.

He paused again, glancing back over to his searches and suddenly found a suitable hunt that he thought they would actually enjoy. He smiled back over to Sam for a moment before deciding that Sam was calmed down enough.

"You know what they say about eyes and windows to the soul right?" He didn't expect to find a piece of cheese cake flung at his face nor did he really expect his brother to carry on and ignore him right afterwards. When he raised an eyebrow in surprise, Sam gave him his usual bitch face.

"I don't really care about souls and eyes and being the windows to the soul crap Dean. I told you, I do not have feelings for that guy-"

"Okay so he was really ugly," Dean interrupted hiding a smile by averting his glance and biting his lip.

"No, he really isn't-You set me up," Dean laughed out loud and didn't even complain when he got more than a piece of cheese cake in his face.

Goading his brother was just too priceless to pass up and he most certainly ninety nine percent of the time took the bait. His poor baby brother just couldn't win.

"Why the hell are we at this abandoned place anyways Dean?"

Dean rolled his eyes and pushed his brother forward. He brought his sawed off shot gun out just in case. Supposedly this was supposed to be really haunted and to make matters worse, kids were coming here and disappearing like crazy. Sam let this go and followed the other hunter with his own sawed off, turning to make sure there was nothing behind them.

"You always have my back Sammy, that's why you're my number one. Too bad you replaced yours with that blue eyed man-"

"Dean I wish you would stop teasing me about this. I told you already that I just want to thank him. He saved my life so he should be like a friend in your book."

Dean rolled his eyes for what seemed like the thousandth time since he heard about this man. Sure he really felt bad about teasing the kid but if he hadn't been such an easy target, then Dean wouldn't have had to do it. This was going to toughen his brother up and somebody had to do it right? Dean mentally shrugged. He just loved to think of reasons why it was legitimate for picking on Sam. That and he was his big brother, that was actually a rule somewhere in there about teasing younger brothers just like the fact that little brothers annoyed the hell out of bigger brothers.

"Well I would but seeing as how you keep dreaming about him-"

"Okay, well screw you!"

Dean smirked once again and followed behind him, taking out the EMF as he went along. This house was really old and it came to show how often that someone actually came in even to clean it since there was dust everywhere. Hearing the sneeze that no doubt came from his brother, he quietly cursed his brother's allergies before quickly leading him to the stairs by his jacket.

"You've taken your allergy meds right? I don't want you having respiratory issues because your breathing in this shit," Dean added hiding his concern behind his usual I don't care attitude but it never did fool Sam. He just smiled and that puppy dog expression was back making Dean wished he was more like dad when it came to being immune to them. "Yeah, yeah, just don't have one of your usual attacks alright and then we could find that stupid trench coated man and thank him. You're sort of right, anyone who kicks ass for my little brother is good in my books. Maybe you could even marry him."

Sam's smile turned into a glare and Dean laughed.

"Couldn't resist Sammy. You know how much I love it."

"Obviously," Sam said rolling his eyes this time. Dean mentally counted, Sam one and Dean about two thousand. Seriously they needed to find a hobby if Dean was busy counting the times they both rolled their eyes at each other.

"So I haven't been getting any EMF maybe it's a demon."

Sam nodded.

"Or maybe we're missing something. Can't be all that hard to hide from EMF, huh?"

"Name one ghost who did and I'll buy you a chocolate cake," Dean said jokingly.

Sam opted to change the subject and Dean told himself it wasn't because Sam knew he wasn't going to get the cake. He was an awesome brother who kept his promises and whatever Sam wanted he got, which was why they were going to thank a stranger for being even creepier than Ruby. He paused, trying to erase that image from his head. Ruby or the stranger? Seriously? He'd pick neither any day and the fact that Sam was smitten over both because they saved his life didn't say anything at all.

"Why'd you stop dude?" Sam asked once Dean caught back up with him.

"I had a horrible mental image of that blue eyed stranger and Ruby. Hey doesn't she have blue eyes as well? She's a blondie too as I recall." He turned over to Sam who looked as though he was caught between a nightmare and hearing this from his brother. "You have a thing for blondes. Is he blonde?"

"No Dean, he isn't. But then I was also only half conscious that the time so give me some slack."

Dean smiled.

"You were and you still remembered the blue eyes thing. My brother is in love," he announced to the house basically.

Sam slapped a hand to his forehead dramatically.

"I do love you Dean but sometimes you make me wonder why I don't shoot you."

Dean laughed and followed him into the next room. They were getting nowhere fast. Of course Sam was bluffing and would never do any of what he had said but a part of him wondered what it would be like when he was no longer in his life again. He knew something happened when Sam said he had gone through so many Tuesdays and Dean wondered if there was more to it than that. He was more clingy than he should be.

"This is going to be such a cinchy hunt bro," Dean announced making Sam stop on the spot and Dean nearly run into him. "Dude, could you keep moving?"

"Dean, we shouldn't announce ourselves. Besides I hear a ticking," Sam said ever so slowly.

Dean nodded and they continued to walk towards the closet in the hallway. The ticking got louder the closer they got until they noticed that there was a timer attached. It read fifty three seconds and knowing the huge house they've been going through, there was no way they were going to get back in time. If this really was a bomb, they were screwed.

"Run Sam," Dean replied after a pause. The time was down to fifty seconds before Dean pushed Sam and they started to hurry towards any exit they could find.

Sam struggled not to grab Dean's wrist to bring him comfort that he was around but knowing Dean he would find it weird. He pushed open a door not finding Dean anywhere around him but he did find a basement. He groaned and slammed it shut, trying to push apart the window. He knew he was running out of time and he ran into the kitchen area, pausing when he thought he saw a figure outside. Turning back to his watch he knew it had to have been at least forty seconds now. He dropped his watch and kicked at the window, although it didn't budge. These windows had to have been bullet proof. He quickly headed towards the door and searched around for his brother to see if he went this way.

"DEAN!"

He couldn't hear a single word. He found himself being pulled out of the door and thrashed about madly until he saw Dean himself looking at him in confusion. They were out of the house though and they should be fine. He quickly remembered the ticking and snatched his wrist, convincing him that they had to get away from the front door. They quickly dropped in the grass and covered their heads and were suddenly glad too with the whole house exploding like that.

Sam went to laugh but didn't see Dean anywhere at all. He had just had him in view. Looking around with a start, he came to the sudden cold realization that he was all alone and he was no longer in sight. His body started trembling as he watched as the fire from the bomb lit the house ablaze and there was no way that he could go back in there. Where the hell was his brother? He suddenly felt like he had had a bucket of iced water dropped on him. Dean was here and then he was not. There was no reason for it, but in the time that they were separated could something have happened- He shook his head because he couldn't believe it. His brother was alright and he just had to look but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense and then a memory came to him that brought more chills to him.

Dean hadn't even been here for a month and he more than likely could have imagined this. This was his mind making up for the fact that his brother was gone and he didn't want to think about it, the blue eyed man in the trench coat had something to do with it though and he could only think that maybe he get the answers from him. But why Dean? Why'd he have to die again and leave him all alone? He couldn't handle it anymore and let the first thing fall from his lips before he could stop himself.

"DEAN!"

It didn't matter because he wasn't really here. He hadn't been here and he more than likely disobeyed Bobby's order to stay there with him again. He crumpled to the ground and found tears flowing down his cheeks. He just wanted his brother, he wanted Dean back.

He wanted this nightmare to end.