Author Note: Alright folks, I am officially back and in action! I can't even begin to say how much I've missed writing in this genre. I really have missed writing about my favorite boys. Now I must say that Season 4, blew me away. I defiantly love the idea of more eye candy(Castiel). I also loved the opportunity that Season 4 provided for stories to emerge.

Set in: Season 4. After Episode: 4x14. This will be a slight AU.

The bar was dark and rather small, not nearly big enough for the large crowd of people. It was packed, not any tables open. Soft classic rock music played in the background of all the talking and other noise, although one table in particular is what caught Stella Denmar's attention.

Two men occupied the table and if the look on each of their faces was a sign of anything, it was that they weren't on good speaking terms. She smirked knowing this was the perfect time to put her plan into action. She sauntered over, making sure to shake her hips as she walked.

"Hello there handsome."

Both men looked up, although the taller of the two quickly looked away. She reached out grabbing the shorter one's arm.

"I don't bite, unless asked to." He smirked and stuck out his hand.

"The name is Dean and yours would be?"

"Stella and I think we should get out of here. Go some place a bit more private."

Dean smirked, picking up his jacket. Sam looked up glaring slightly at his older brother, not believing how he was acting.

"Dean, I can't do this on my own. I need help on this job."

"From what I remember I'm holding you back. So why do you need me now?"

"Dean how many times do I have to tell, I don't hate you. You've never held me back, if anything I hold you back."

Dean scoffed and bent down to Sam's level

"I can't do this anymore. I'm done with this life, I'm done with the lies, Ruby, and most of all I'm done with you."

He watched the flicker of pain in his brothers eyes and couldn't find the heart to care.

"I don't understand."

"Wow, and to think you were smart enough to get into Stanford. I don't want to be anywhere near you, I'm done."

"Please Dean I can't do this on my own. I don't want to." Sam sent a quick look at Stella, who stood behind Dean, and noticed she was listening intently on their conversation and smirking, but only slightly. This majorly confused Sam, she didn't even know them. "Let's just go back to the motel and talk."

Dean scoffed and scooted close enough, that Sam could feel Dean's hot breath in his hear. As Dean spoke he was deadly calm.

"You meant what you said, no matter how hard you try to deny it. No matter whether you were controlled by a siren or not, those thoughts and actions were all you. As far as I'm concerned your not my brother. The brother I remember would never have said those things and actually meant them. My little brother would never drink demon blood, much less sleep with the bitch. He would think before he acted, especially since he promised to not go down that path, whether he though it right or not. You're not my brother, you're a monster."

He moved away from Sam and stood and looked up and saw tears swimming in Sam's hazel eyes and felt nothing.

"Dean don't say that, you can't mean that."

"I meant every word of it." He grabbed the amulet from around his neck and tossed on the cracked table. "Here's proof, if you needed any."

Sam no longer knew how to speak. It seemed as if all the air in his lungs had been sucked out. It was as if his whole chest cavity was being crushed by an unknown source and slowly was being ripped out. His vocal cords seemed to be swollen allowing no air to pass and therefore no words to be spoken. Due to his inability to properly speak he could only watch helplessly as his brother and his soon to be bed partner disappeared into the sea of people. The pain that gripped him was suffocating, but he knew he deserved it. It was utterly and completely his fault, if only he had fought harder against the siren, nothing would be wrong.

Yet deep down he knew things would still be the same. He was a freak, always had been and ultimately always would be. It was his destiny from the day he was born. He was condemned to live life as a freak show, yet he never thought he would be going through everything on his own. He thought Dean would always be the one that supported him, kept him from destroying himself. Apparently he thought wrong. He had lost Dean, again. He barely survived the first time losing his brother, and he knew he wouldn't survive a second time.

He stood shakily, tears threatening to spill over. He was nauseous and barely able to keep the bile from rising. As he put his laptop under his arm and glanced down at the amulet on the table. Before he could stop them, the tears pooled over clouding his vision. He picked it up, holding it as tight as his shaking hand would allow. He would keep it till the day he died, because if that's all he got to keep of Dean, then he would. He wiped his eyes and quickly made his way out of the bar. Once outside he breathed the fresh air, hoping it would clear his head. He breathed deeply not knowing where to go. There was no way he could go back to the motel, chances were slim that Dean was there, but there was still a chance. He sighed walked toward the park that wasn't too far.

When he reached it, the only place he could think to sleep was a bench. It wasn't exactly warm outside and his thin jacket defiantly didn't keep the wind out. He sat down, gently setting his laptop on the ground. As he curled up, he couldn't hold back the choking sobs that wracked his body. He knew it was once again only him alone in the shit whole that was called Earth. It defiantly was going to be a sleepless night.

TBC…please review! I plan to update in a couple of days! Helpful and constructive criticism are more than welcome!

XOXO,

Kaylee