Ridley's original Brotherhood storyline ended at Season five and went completely AU from there, but fan fiction being what it is, I wanted to write my own story in the Brotherhood universe when Sam comes back from hell. I hope you enjoy this AU of an AU.

Remember Who You Are

Dean was tired. Beyond tired. It had been six months since the battle at Stull Cemetery. Six months since Sam had jumped into the pit, with one last request from Dean: leave him there. Everyday was a battle, he was fighting his older brother instincts to rescue Sam, to say screw the rest of the world, release Lucifer from the cage if he had to, just get his little brother back. But Dean knew he could never do that.

Dean was the Guardian, and his job was to defend the world from evil. When he began to fall of course, Caleb, the Knight of the Brotherhood had been quick to remind him of Sam's sacrifice, that he wouldn't want that. But Dean knew his best friend often struggled with the idea that Sam was burning for them. In many ways Sam was the biggest saint that had every lived, yet there were only a small group of people who would even know to mourn the death of Sam Winchester, even fewer that knew the truth about what Sam had done on that fateful day in Lawrence.

Dean knew that his time was up; he needed to appoint a new Scholar for his Triad, someone to replace Sam. He scoffed at the idea, Sam wasn't replaceable; Dean's Triad would never be as complete, or as great as it would be with Sam, but Dean had no choice he had a world to protect.

Dean jumped as his phone vibrated on the table in front of him, and sighed as he saw the call was coming from Bobby's place. He sighed; Bobby and Mac had been on him constantly about the Triad, afraid that other factions might plan to attempt to overthrow him if they sensed weakness.

"Bobby, I'm on it okay? I'll have everything in place by the end of the week, lay off will you?"

"It can wait kiddo, get your ass to Sioux Falls." Dean frowned at the voice at the other end of the line.

"Damien? What the hell are you doing at Bobby's? Witch hunt in Syracuse ringing any bells?"

"Passed it on, Deuce I'm serious get here right now. Please." Dean was now worried, Caleb never begged anyone for anything.

"Caleb, are you okay?" Dean asked.

"I'm fine. Everyone's fine. Just do it okay?"

"Yeah, okay I'm on my way, I'll be there as soon as I can." Dean closed his phone and turned around and swore as he ran into Cas.

"Caleb thought it would be best if I retrieved you, time is of the essence." Dean groaned he hated angel express.

"Fine, lets go." Before Dean could blink he was standing in Bobby's living room, staring at a very upset looking Caleb Reaves.

"Okay, Damien where's the fire?" Caleb sighed and planted a hand on his friends shoulder.

"Look I know you are gonna be pissed, but Bobby called me and Cas first because we had to be absolutely sure… we didn't want to get your hopes up… even know he is still a bit messed up…well a lot messed up…"

"What're you…" Dean was cut off by the sound of yelling from the basement. The voice sounded a lot like…. But that wasn't possible.

Dean didn't even register the fact that he was running as he bolted from under his friends hand and down the stairs towards the panic room freezing at the entrance unable to speak at the scene unfolding before him.

"Sam stop it you are going to hurt yourself." Bobby said from one side of the panic room dodging a glass that Sam had thrown at his head. Sam laughed manically as he showed his hand that was cut up from the shards.

"What this? I'm not that concerned, you will fix it all up when you get sick of this particular charade, fucking bastards think I am gonna fall for this again… I'm not." Dean's gaze caught Caleb's as the older man gave him a sad look.

"We figured you were probably the best bet in convincing him…" Dean swallowed back emotion.

"Are you positive it's him." Caleb nodded.

"Yeah… Cas checked him out when I couldn't get into his head."

"Why can't you get into his head? You two always had a weirdly close connection with your psychic crap." Caleb swallowed hard and sighed.

"I haven't had that since Lucifer took over … we have been disconnected completely." Dean nodded solemnly and stepped into the panic room.

"Sammy?" He said hoarsely. Sam's eyes whipped up and eyed him darkly, his gaze filling with more hatred.

"Don't ever call me that… you aren't him…" Sammy said quietly, but with conviction.

"Please, just listen." Sam fell against the back wall and pushed his eyes into his hands as he slid to the ground.

"No! You said you wouldn't be him anymore. Stop!" Dean drew a deep breath and knelt down on the floor a good distance from Sam, hoping he would have time to stand if his brother started swinging.

"Read me." Sam paused for a second and looked out from under his hands with one eye.

"What did you just say?" Sam asked.

"I said read me, I know I got the Guardian wall and all that, but you can still read all the other stuff." Sam scoffed.

"My psychic thing hasn't worked since I was topside…" Dean smiled sadly.

"Just give it a try, you've got nothing to lose right." Sam sat there staring at Dean for what seemed like hours, before he felt the familiar tingling in his brain, that he had become accustomed to. Sam's eyes got wide.

"How are you doing that… you are tricking me."

"Okay, well then how about Caleb next? You can get a better read on him." Sam looked over at Caleb, and Dean felt his heart leap a little bit as Caleb smiled.

"Welcome back kiddo, we've missed you." Caleb said softly. Sam began to tear up, but no one called him on it. Sam could cry all he wanted as far as all the men were concerned they might even join him.

"D…Dean?" Sam said tentatively. Dean gave him a watery smile.

"Welcome back little brother." Sam gave a small smile and tried to push himself up, hissing when his injured hand made contact with the concrete floor. Sam frowned and looked at his hand.

"I cut my hand." Sam said. And for some reason that made Dean laugh.

"I can fix that." Dean said. Sam frowned again and looked at the blood falling from the wounds.

"How?" Sam asked with innocence in his voice. That concerned Dean, but he wasn't sure why yet.

"The Winchester way, gauze and Jim Beam." Sam thought on that for a minute and nodded, finally standing up from the floor.

Bobby made himself scarce, hiding somewhere in this house to place the shocking call to Mackland while Caleb and Dean sat with Sam in the kitchen, attempting to patch up his hand.

"Shouldn't you put some stitches in that?" Caleb offered, trying to be helpful as Dean just cleaned and covered Sam's hand with a bandage. Dean turned to him and shook his head wildly. Caleb got the message, suture needles and stitches were a bad idea after hell it could make Sam withdraw further into himself. Sam sat silently for a little while until he looked up at Caleb.

"I can feel you, in my head." Caleb met Sam's eyes and nodded.

"Yeah it is kinda strong right now, it will dull down Sammy." Sam nodded blankly and frowned as he felt his stomach rumble.

"You hungry Sammy?" Dean asked. Sam looked at him with that same look of innocence he had given in the panic room.

"I don't know…"

"What do you mean you don't know?" Caleb asked. Sam tilted his head and wrapped his hands around himself.

"It feels… empty… does that mean I'm hungry?" Dean cleared his throat and nodded.

"Yeah Sammy, you are hungry… do you not remember what that feels like?" Sam sniffed and tightened his hold around himself.

"It is easy to forget…" Dean nodded.

"Okay… well what do you remember?" Sam lifted his head and stared at Dean as tears collected in his eyes.

"I remember the cage."

I think this could be an interesting story…but I will move on to something else if there isn't any interest. So let me know what you think, good or bad. I need the constructive criticism.