Nephilim: The Hunter's Moon

by Darkaina

It is written in the book of Mathew, The Nephilim were the children of the fallen who were sired by animalistic unearthly men: with unnatural beauty they were flawed, Unaccepted in the world they fought to survive since the beginning of time.

1. Chapter 1

Supernatural/Au: Dark Angel.

Disclaimer: it occurred to me one day, that in no way, shape or form, do I own these characters. They belong to their brilliant minded creators and the actors that brought them to life

THE HUNTER"S MOON

Dean Winchester: Jensen Ackles: Main Character: Hunter

Sam/Nephilim: Jared Padalecki : Main character

John Winchester: JDM: Hunter: Dean's father: notorious Hunter

Michael: Arch angel of fire and virtue: oldest out of three brothers:

Belial: Worthless : Sam's mother

Lucifer: Youngest out of three Brothers, Sam's Father

Stryker: middle child: Brother to Lucifer and Michael: Demon-God

(OC: Faceless/ Sebastian: The Keeper

Castiel: Misha Collins: the Guardian

(OC) Bram and (OC) Bram: Gods of Resurrection

(OC) Ezekiel: Angel of Vengeance and hatred

Part 1: A new Beginning

Chapter 1 :

it was a cold Autumn night on the outskirts of Winchester Massachusetts deep in the pine of a vast forest sat a cabin. It was beautiful this time of the year, the smell of fall: crisp and clean. The oval moon: full and luminous sifted through the skies, the speckled waters glistening from pale moonlight. And there, the sleek outline of an old classic Chevy Impala sat parked on the stone pavement.

A dark silhouette of a man and a hunter could be seen from the burning glow of a fiery hearth sullen green eyes peered out through the window, they flickered with the memory and lore of a Nephill- part angel part human. Their was one un-particular whom had stolen his heart and who now lay safe and fast asleep under the hunter's protective predatory eyes- his blood burned in his veins but he was at a loss for words he was at a metaphorical crossroads The Hunter had a decision to make and he hoped it would be the right one.

Two years ago, prior to their meeting- he was hunting a shape-shifter in St. Louis it was a messy situation that left him brother-less. That son of a bitch had gotten away he had dragged Sam along with him. Sam fighting at every turn that he got. The truth was- Dean had hesitated seeing his own mug on the thing that they were hunting. It had given the shifter enough time to haul Sam off the floor shift him in his arm,Dean could tell his little brother was out of it his head lulled. As the shifter began taunting him-waving around a knife. He stroked Sam's cheek grinning he made his way out- kicking the door out with a donkey kick. He shoved Sam in the passenger seat. The younger Winchester looked back at Dean confused, he tempted to get out but was yanked back down and threatened to stay put.

Dean had ran, but it was too late they were gone- only several days later did Dean find his brother's body and by then Sam wasn't even breathing.

Those memories were relentless in haunting him for years, he couldn't stand to look at himself in the mirror afraid to see the reflection of the man who had hurt his brother and ultimately killed him.

Did the shifter poison Sammy's mind? After all the Shifter had Dean's memories which gave him the creepy crawlies, because the Shifter was able to dredge up so pretty bad shit. And for the life of him, he couldn't forget, he wouldn't allow himself too this was his burden to bear- his one horrible regret that would haunt him for the rest of his life, and right now Dean didn't care, because all he had left in the world was his brother.. After Sam died, their father withdrew, left Dean out in the cold and miserable one snowy late December night- John didn't want anything do with him, and for awhile Dean had checked himself into a facility for the suicidal. It was a rough year once he was released he had decided to quit hunting because it reminded of his failure. Of course he tried to get his brother back- but no demon would deal-nor no angel would show mercy on him.

Dean was headed down a dark path, drinking anything he could get his hands on- not once since his brother died had he had enough sense to stop- Then he had met him, the exact doppelganger of his brother. He thought it was an illusion at first- he could feel his cold icy heart start to crack. It was at his darkest hour- and the sudden urge seized him, he needed to control it, to enslave the Nephill his mind was running mad, and that's when he saw it- it had cornered the Nephill… all Dean wanted was just one word with the boy, but I'm getting ahead of myself here…. In the end all that the former hunter wanted was to hear his voice, hopefully it sounded like his brother's. was it sick? It was a possibility but then again, whose to say, you can't fall in love with somebody even though it was your own flesh in blood… Dean had some major problems and he wasn't going to change a one.

It is written in the book of Mathew, The Nephilim were the children of the fallen who were sired by animalistic unearthly men: with unnatural beauty they were flawed, Unaccepted in there world they fought to survive since the beginning of time. They were sentenced to damnation to live out their lives in agony, to die painfully at a young age.

The Nephilim who were born and breed to destroy: were once known as Heaven's Assassins they did their bidding obediently carrying out their missions. Kept in cages of steel they thirsted for a time of great retribution. For the most part they rarely fought back- some fell into submission becoming brainwashed- like it was their god-given right to be a kamikaze assassin.

And those who did, were automatically punished for their insubordination. A few tried to deal with what fate had dealt them. They were enamored with the humans. Some would breed with the humans, and other Nephilim would go along in life not really knowing their full potential- but they all feared their short life span. It all ended in vain

When Sebastian, one of the first born cursed Nephilim mated with a human he thought to be happy he loved her with all his heart.. He gave her the world on a silver platter but she always wanted more.. Her greed was his undoing, His wife Sophia the woman whom he loved and who was pregnant with his child tricked him into giving himself up- her eyes gleamed with deception as her betrayal came to light. It was for the sake of their unborn child, and child she no longer wished to have. The Archangel Ezekiel stood in front of him- his eyes were stone cold his lips pressed together in disapproval, Sophia begged Ezekiel to rid her of this mistake- her voice was sharp, cutting through like a dagger Sebastian's eyes widened and he was hit hard by something metal. Sophia saw no remorse in the Messenger's eyes. As he draped Sebastian's arm around his neck hoisting him up he turned to leave. "live with this mistake, and know whenever you look into your child's eyes, you'll see the reflection of your husband" he was thrown harshly on the hard marble flooring of the high council looming overhead everyone of them looking every bit displeased.

Sebastian scrambled to his hands and knees daringly looking up, his cal bolt blue eyes, he gritted his teeth and locked with- with the fierce and well renowned general- stormy green eyes filled him with terror. But the Nephilim refused to show anyone with satisfactory of his vulnerable side. His body trembled at hearing the stern smooth voice of the Archangel of fire decreeing a restriction of all Nephilim, young and old to be banned from the human realm. It stabbed at his heart, but it only got worse when he realized that the general wasn't through "and-he continued, have his identity removed- his dignity stripped" the cutting edge drove the hammer home, Sebastian gritted his teeth- back then, everyone was too afraid to rise up and rebel, Since then Sebastian had served them faithfully.

At the turn of the Century- their was blasphemous talk about a rebellion that one of their own was going around recruiting Nephilim, who still felt the fire and vigor at the pit of their stomachs, who hadn't yet lost hope and put all their trust into that one man. That man, was the Archangel's younger brother- once the brightest star in all of the land. Their father had ultimately won dispatching Lucifer as will as his army of rebels both angel and Nephilim to the pit of hell, caged for all eternity his brother was finely driven mad- and held an unbelievable grudge against his older brother and the almighty creator.

They couldn't seem to catch a break for Their was no winning against the cruel creator, they become corrupt in the eyes of many surrendering to their damning desires, and relentless fates, Inbreeding, in the dim glow of the taverns giving birth to another generation of Nephilim before dying off.

Michael's army deceded from heaven in order to stop this hell rising epidemic. He was in search of someone specific, who was close to his brother, who had bore his child. They laid to waste the young generation of Nephilim, destroying cites, towns, and homes.

Sam was the last known survivor against heaven's raid, he was stolen from his mother at a young age by the Archangel Michael. Sam's mother sworn vengeance against the angels that day and all whom appose her king." You make good on that threat, Belial" the archangel of virtue said pulling out his fabled sword and running it through the core of her body. She sputtered, reaching out for her baby who was being cradled by a faceless angel. Her anguished cries filled the air, as pain ripped through her body as she sought to grasp her offspring one last time.

The Archangel of fire wrenched the blade from her body. He watched her slump, half dead to the ground. writhing in pain she begged the Commander to spare their prodigy her devilish eyes shimmered with shallow sincerity. The right hand of god, didn't budge as he delivered his verdict.

The baby Nephill would be different even if he had to force the path of righteousness on him the boy would be taught obedience, discipline "I am taking your son, worthless, he declared The weight of his sentence barred down on her, as her body sank in defeat. She could faintly make out the distancing footfalls of the pair of angels whom had just stolen her son.

Good to his word, Sam had grown up playing in a lavish sanctum known as the garden of Eden. He was made oblivious to heaven's past, just as long as he stayed in the garden their wouldn't be any problems, Under the watchful eye of the visual ant Commander and his know it all general- He had quickly bonded with the faceless angel creating a parental bond with the angel once known as Sebastian.

Back then Sam didn't know the challenges he would face. Kept in the dark about his past for most of his life- he did as he was told, treated like one of the angels even though he wasn't- his blood was tainted, he was dirty but no one dare let on what he truly was-for fear of spoiling the surprise- now they had one up on the their fallen brethren.

But as time passed on, he longed for more Faceless could sense it, Sam's endless curiosity the angel could imagine what its charge looked like: envisioned the sad puppy dog hazel brown eyes, the thick mahogany curls and boyish face.

Faceless knew it had to break Sam of the habit, but it could not bring itself to do so Instead it used its telepathy to communicate with the child.

"Sam. It called out, but the young boy didn't respond he was to busy daydreaming of life beyond the gates of Eden. Faceless softly chuckled. Coming up from behind, it hugged the young Nephill who sank into the angel's embrace: feeling the unconditional love of a parent. He peered up to where Faceless's eyes would've been ,-Its dark ebony hair curved to fit its angelic face. Sam reached up tracing Faceless's shape with his hand.

"Am I wrong to dream? he finely asked the angel. The angel had no answer It held its tongue as Sam waited for a response. Finely Faceless spoke its soft masculine voice river bated through the young Nephill' s head.

"No my child. It is not wrong to dream. As long as those dreams stay in your dream world" The ancient Nephill advised stoically.

"it is dangerous to live them- he spoke from experience- Especially considering what you are. I wish not to see you in this type of pain Faceless replied. As he tried to make Sam see how cruel the world actually was though even though his heart still ached for Saphira and their unborn child. He would try and spare Lucifer's son the hardship of blind love.

"Then why keep me here? Exclaimed Sam.

"if I am that much of a burden to you, why trouble yourself with me?- Sam had taken it the wrong way which was to be expected.

Sam stood, his shoulders trembling it had been an issue for awhile, one that Faceless was hesitant to bring up- he couldn't bring himself to discipline the child for wanting a life outside the prison of Eden.

The young Nephill had been sheltered since he was six months old- and kept away unknowingly deprived.

Sam waited for Faceless to answer but when the ancient Nephill didn't proceed he turned his attention back to the steel brass gate that loomed ahead- he peered out at the vast nothingness that lurked beyond. He stood up he was a teenager now, going through the ups and downs of adolescence

The Keeper kept telling him that this would pass, it was just a phase that he was going through- that all went through and in time the urge to flee would diminish- Sebastian still held that urge in secrecy for if the Archangels were to get word of the ancient Nephill's silent yearning nothing good would come of it.

And beyond the garden of Eden, was where god's children lived and played out their lives, learning life's little lessons. Faceless shuddered, that world had violated him- betrayed him- He saw no reason for the Nephill to leave.

Down there was pain, death, he heard of the calloused rapes. Heartless killers, amongst other heinous acts out their that would devastate the laws of the bible. More importantly it wasn't safe and now more then ever Faceless had to make sure Sam sees that.

But Sam only saw what he could never have his imagination was too great, while freedom lurked just beyond the ominous gates.

Freedom to make mistakes, freedom to live, freedom to die- a world with endless potential

The Ancient Nephill felt his charges torment, he flickered his sightless gaze onto the steel gates a small brass key dangled from his neck-as he considered the pros and cons he stared at the back of the Nephill's head.

Sam attention wasn't on him, it was elsewhere-past the gates. The Faceless angel had Sam's best interest at heart.

But Eden no matter how captivating it was-was a living prison. It was Sam's gusto that really brought it too life, the animals that lived within the lavish sanctum- beady animal eyes watched the inner struggle take place the Keeper knew what he had to do- and he knew his responsibilities to the angel council- Faceless threw caution to the wind gripping the brass key so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Sam turned he his hearing his name being called-his eyes widened, his heart held hope and the Ancient one moved forward with key in hand.

This was for the best. Sebastian knew if Sam just got a taste it would quench his thirst for the mortal realm and put an end to and put an end to these tireless games.

But before Sam could leave Sebastian stopped him.

"Sam Wait! The Nephill stilled turning to his keeper- I have one condition, in order for you to leave you must be back on the next full moon which is within two weeks. Sebastian was confident that he could keep Michael at bay tell then.

Sam joyously agreed. Before running over to his Keeper and giving a gigantic bear hug before departing for his dream world.

Faceless watched genuinely happy for the first time in years, being able to put some joy into his young charge's life. Even if it wasn't forever- at least Sam would have one good memory. He knew he had made the right decision even if Michael were to get word of this treason Sebastian would hold no regrets.

He just hoped that he made the right decision releasing Lucifer's child upon the Mortal realm.

Chapter two

Elated Sam feel from his perch his eyes shut, enjoying the euphoria that filled him his wings unfolded as he glided down effortlessly. Nothing compared to the site that laid before him- the wide baby blue skies with hues of gold slashed through them the tall lumbering trees that towered over him- filled with color leaves of the autumn color.

A slight chill raffled through the air ruffling his shaggy brown hair. Sam spent the day wondering aimlessly around the cold drafty forest that seemed wide and vast stretching on as far as he could see. He searched out an indication of life force only finding a small selection of animals. His heart stalled as the leaves crunched underfoot. The forest was suddenly, gravely silent.

Was this a trick?

Had Sebastian crushed his dreams?.

Was he somewhere back in Eden?.

No It couldn't be, he had practically ran out through the gates.

His heart began to hammer, at the thought of such a cruel jester but he refused to believe it- his Keeper wasn't like that.

Then that meant- that this fear, that curled twisting grotesquely within him that conflicted with his desire to explore the vast wilderness.

Happiness winning over despair, he halted in place straining his ears hearing a low barely audible cry-that came with a shrillness that made him cringe it pierced the skies rocking Sam to his core.

"What was that! He thought. His eyes darting every which way.

It was like nothing he had ever heard before, the earsplitting cry was practically inhuman.

He was split, torn on one hand he wanted to run but on the other he wanted to know which way it was coming from- either way, so he didn't run into the exact thing that was making such a god awful noise.

The Nephilim was lost.

The cries echoed from all direction.

Sam had no choice but to run, pick a path and go- whatever was causing that creature pain was here-somewhere in this gigantic evergreen forest with him. Fear started to string its way through his body- he had to get a hold of himself he had to think clearly in order to find a way out.

It had grappled him, in his haste Sam had forgotten to hide his heavenly appendages.

The frightful branches of twisted bodies of the gloomy trees appeared before him- reaching out to him

clawing at him.

To panicked to see where he was going, he wondered into a hunter's campsite.

He stopped cold, he could see a small clearing, a fire was burning nearby, two tents were pitched on opposites sides, four to eight fishes hung on a line hickory smoke filled the evening air.

The half blood let out a small whimper feeling a rivulet of blood trail down his beaten back.

His back burned with lacerations that the vicious trees left behind.

The Nephill stumbled into the abandoned campsite, only to come to an abrupt stop

A putrid smell invaded his nostrils making him gag at the sickening taste.

Who were the people?

What kind of monsters would do such a thing?

Sam didn't know-didn't want to stick around to find out.

Another earsplitting cry shattered his thoughts, it was beyond animalistic it mortified him he took an awkward step backwards and then another the horrid sound was coming from a pyre.

Maybe Faceless had a point thought Sam, maybe I'm not ready for this. Sam took another stumble backwards turning, his body jeered back at the sudden moan that tore through his head. Wincing Sam turned on his feet, looking back at the burning pyre panic erupted behind his eyes.

"Ugh-g, who is there? Hunter' you sick son of a bitch!-"wait the voice was raspy and gnarled grating like gravel.

"come closer so I can see, your' face the voice commanded. Sam looked around seeing if there were any possible way he was just hearing things. Pushing the fear back the young chestnut haired boy took a feeble step forward.

He was just going to pay his respects he told himself, not even a day had gone pass and he was already to catch the next bus home.

Fear grappled him once again as he came closer he could make out the still form of a man with a charred body his eyes were sunken in and hollow, his teeth were ripped out and stored in a jars.

This is a bad idea thought Sam. Not wanting to hang around for the so called Hunters to return. He gulped down the fear that threaten to rise once again. As he took another unsteady step. The man in the Pyre watched the boy carefully- his white ivory eyes held a mad tarnished look to them, he reached out with a shaky crippled blackened hand he grasped onto Sam's wrist, Lucifer's child jerked back.

"help me-gh brother don't let those filthy hunters win, I can repay your kindness he pleaded.

The burning Nephill reached up and out once again- believing Sam could help him. Once he found the cursed hunter who did this to him, oh the pleasure he would take in ripping him apart.

Sam paused not trusting the look he saw in the other man's eyes. He was up to charred half blood saw the indecision flickering in the young man's eyes. The insidious Nephill's mouth twisted into a hideous gape, broken teeth gnashed against torn lips, smearing red, dry raspy sounds could be heard, as the dying Nephill called out to him.

"no! no, don't go! Please! You little fuck get back here! He snarled at the boy.

The Creatures shouts didn't go unheard.

Close by Sam heard a rustle and before Sam had a chance to run, someone grabbed him pulling him backward and roughly shoved into a clothed chest un-unsheathed Machete was thrust against his neck.

Sam was on pins and needles terrified of what was going to happen next.

His thoughts were racing a mile per minute, there were no escaping the iron clasp of the Hunter.

"Are you one of them! Demanded a gruff baritone.

"one of whom? Sam answered Sam licked his lips feeling his mouth going dry.

He lost his voice. As fear pierced his heart realizing this was what his Keeper meant. He shut his eyes willing the terror that welled up within away.

The sharp knife nicked his neck.

Sam desperately tried to break away using what little strength he could muster , his broken wings deflected the hunter. The Hunter grunted temporarily releasing his hold on the chestnut haired male before him.

As the battered wing slapped against his chest knocking the air from his lungs- the blade slid across Sam's neck as he pulled away his eyes widened in shock as a thin line of blood began to form from the sliver of a cut.

The Hunter regained his footing quickly launching himself out, grasping the Nephill's arm in a painful hold and wrenching it backwards. Growling venomously, breathing heavily Sam could tell that the Hunter hadn't brushed his teeth today.

Sam lurched forward flipping the hunter, gripping his hand he pulled it back, tell he heard a sickening pop. Signifying a broken wrist.

Breathing heavy Sam, stood before him in a daze while sunlight shimmered through the trees tops dancing along the sharp blades of grass Sam got a good look at his attacker. Short golden blond hair, eyes a mechanism of green.

Dean seeing his chance, made a grab for the disguraded blade fingertips ghosted the hilt of the weapon.

Sam seeing this, stomped on his hand, kicking the harmful tool away earning a growl of frustration and anger from the calloused Hunter.

Dean forfeited the weapon. Hauling himself up, from the evergreen ground preparing himself for one hell of a fight. Launching himself at Sam, fists barreling forwards towards the newcomer Sam grimaced as pain split his face A leather clad arm caught the Nephill of guard they danced around for awhile Sam dodging, ducking and delivering some of his own.

But they weren't as precise as the Hunter's.

Dean was able to slam Sam hard against the tree, small bones in his wings cracked painfully.

Sam could no longer keep the fear from his eyes.

A sly smile made its way across the Hunter's lips.

"you never did answer my question he said.

Sunlight shimmered against ivory white wings, coated with a smidgen of blood.

The eyes of the Hunter widened. The sick SOBS he hunted were never this easy either this was an armature or he was very cleaver.

"what's your name?. The Hunter growled viciously.

Sam eyes darted back and forth. His heart raced. This was it, he knew he was going to die.

What would his keeper think?.

What would his dad think?

Sam groaned in pain as the Machete was pressed up against his neck.

"will this felt familiar Sam thought. They were back where they started.

Sam couldn't take it any more, call him chicken or whatever, but he had no desire to stare into his tormentor'

He shut his eyes and awaited the explosion of pain.

Dean's eyes flashed white-

BANG!

Their was a gunshot.

Ears ringing,

A body fell,

Sam opened his eyes.

The hunter had fallen dead, to the forest ground bellow

"Holly shit! Thought Sam. Looking sideways he saw the identical face of the Hunter who had just been shot.

Sam didn't want to stick around, but his muscles hurt. His back ached, and his head felt light, dizzy almost.

Dean had been tracking a shape shifter, for a week now, that son of a bitch had been giving him the run around. The only good part of following him into the woods was that a Nephill lay dead now.

He aimed the gun and without thinking he fired. Three rounds into the shifter who had someone trapped

He just didn't expect to see him again.

Sam was speechless but he wasn't the only one. Dean was having a hard time, long ago he had accepted the fact that his baby brother wasn't coming back to him.

Sam looked down.

Were they twins?.

It didn't make sense. But then again it didn't have too.

Sam could feel the estranged sensation as he peeled his bloodied back from the bark of the tree, he winced before falling onto his knees.

Sam turned his head, eying the Hunter as he willed his wings away. Sam's clawed at the ground till he got enough momentum to pull himself to his knees. He looked up. And into bewildered green eyes.

Dean couldn't believe this. This had to be a trick. It just had to.

Dean licked his lips. "Do you need help? Came the hunter's smooth voice.

He could instantly tell the boy wasn't from around here. But he refused to believe that the man kneeling before him caked with blood was an angel. Angels didn't exist. Where were they when he needed them. When Sam needed them.

His clothes were strange, white silver and black. And the thick Anglican accent when he did answer.

"that would be nice unless you wanted to finish off what your brother started."

Dean smirked. "he wasn't my brother he informed him.

"and besides god broke the mold when he made, me anyways I don't think the world is ready for two of me the Hunter joked.

He couldn't get over how much this kid looked like his Sammy, right down to the curly mahogany hair that never seemed to cooperate with him, to the stormy hazel brown eyes that too often resembled a puppy.

Will this was a big slap in the face if he ever saw one.

"Can you walk Dean asked. He just couldn't get over the fact that his brother and this kid had too many things in common not to be a coincidence

"yes I think I can, Sam struggled to get up but his knees gave way strong arms caught him, just as he was about to fall.

"I repeat can you walk.

Sam gave him a glare.

The Hunter eyed him from the corner of eye, catching small glimpses here and there and trying to figure out what was going on. He kept a watchful eye on him till they reached his cabin.

Sam took notice.

It wasn't like he was used too., but he felt at home for some unknown reason it felt strange the way he was drawn to the man.

Sam was in awe as he took in the scene before him, a nice wooden cabin at the edge of the forest. Looming trees, and the crisp night air. He looked up, seeing millions of twinkling stars shimmering in the night sky, as the crescent moon swayed in the velvet night.

There was a large smile on his face- he could hear the babbling brook nearby. And wanted to run and explore but his injuries he sub-stained from the brief encounter with psycho Dean had hindered him.

Sam winced trying to be discreet about it, not wanting to let the Hunter know that he was in pain.

For an instant Sam feared that he would suffer the same fate Dean dealt to his doppelganger

Sam grunted, and whimpered as Dean draped Sam's arm around his neck.

"not too far he said.

"by the way My name is Dean Winchester, perhaps you heard of me"

"nope can't say that I have Sam replied.

Dean smirked. And for some unknown reason, he felt like spilling his entire life story onto this stranger.

but he didn't.

After a silent moment Sam offered his name.

"My name is Sam, I don't have a last name, and I don't remember my mother. My father is in the Military but never really is around much.

Sam scuffed his shoe, against the ground. Remembering Sebastian's one condition Hazel brown eyes saddened but Sam really didn't want to get his Keeper in any trouble so in three weeks time he would just disappear.

Over a short period of time, Sam had befriend the Hunter know as Dean, who had rescued him from a nasty death at the evil hands of an identity thief.

Dean had taught Sam a lot about the mortal realm. And in return Sam taught Dean what it meant to feel again.

As the week passed Sam didn't think about returning. In fact he wanted to stay forever

But he knew that was impossible, Dean took him out to get ice cream, he saw his first horror film a suspenseful thriller- tasted Peanut butter M&M's. and taught Dean to mix popcorn and M&M's together apparently Dean liked the combination because he ate almost the entire damn bag.

Sam had to go pop some more.

Silently though, it bugged him that this couldn't last. It had been years since Dean had someone over- and he never connected this will with anyone, that is for the exception of his own brother.

Dean wanted to learn more about him, this mysterious Sam, from another world.

Dean wanted to guess So Sam let him.

All his guess were wrong though.

"no Dean, I'm not an alien do you see any antenna's sticking out of my head!

"Even if I were to tell you where I was from, you think I was bat "shit crazy!"

"so what your some kind of angel, sent here to rescue me from my own dark suicidal thoughts.

Sam gulped. He hit the nail there.

Dean barked out in laughter, "come on Sammy, you know I was just joshing you right.

"its Sam. The Nephill corrected him.

Dean sobered up quickly it had been a long time, since Dean had used the nick-name affectionately positioning himself straight ahead they finished the movie in comfortable silence.

"Sam its almost time, the full moon is approaching its time to say goodbye"

Sam jolted from his bed, in a cold sweat. He thought he heard his keeper's voice. No, no it couldn't be, time doesn't pass that fast where he came from.

He didn't want to go back, he wanted to stay with Dean, learn more about this world, their was many things he still needed to learn. The Hunter had shown him strategic moves, hand to hand combat. And useful hints on hunter a Shifter. Apparently silver lead was key in killing those bitches.

He wanted to stay with Dean forever. He knew that was selfish of him. But their were so many other things Dean had taught him. And there were always many more to learn.

The deadline was fast approaching. Sam sat on the porch swing, tonight was the night. The final goodbyes he hated lying to Dean, but then again the sort of danced around the topic for three weeks. But he didn't want to leave without some explanation- and if his father taught him anything it was better to have a clean slate then a marred one.

So he had done just that, he spilled the beans.

The rainy afternoon had turned into a cool autumn night, as the Hunter had returned home blood, dirt and grease Sam's favorite scents. He smiled down at the Nephill opening the screen door he stepped outside.

"its nice out hear, kind of chilly though" the hunter said making small conversation.

Sam stayed silent, how the heck was he going to explain this?. Without sounding like nine kinds of crazy.

Nope, their was no way around this, he took a deep sigh. Sensing a brotherly moment Dean sat down next to the Nephill.

Since the weeks Dean had come to know Sam, he realized the teenager was full of childish exuberance: like he never felt the bitter sting of betrayal or the shallow cut of death. It disturbed him.

More then he cared to admit. He had the newborn look to life. It amazed him as well all at once actually.

The reluctant look in the shaggy haired teens eyes was a dead giveaway that this was something serious.

It was troubling, seeing the conflicting emotions storm within his eyes, it was practically radiating off of him. It was like the boy was built never toe and could tell this was just killing him. He had put up a facade in the beginning. Talking bullshit. But this was serious.

"I'm listening he said. Giving the OK.

"OK here goes nothing thought Sam.

"Dean I am an angel of the Lord, I live in Eden, yes its real, the garden is my home.

"your kidding right Dean snickered thinking this was some sort of joke.

After an elongated moment of silence "oh shit! Your not kidding. What kind of crap was your father feeding you?.

Sam felt a pang in his heart but tried not to let it show- but it did instantly Dean sobered up.

"I'm listening finish the story he said.

"there is a gate it's a crossover to this world, its forbidden to all, this was only meant to be a temporary thing Dean.- I don't want go back, I want to stay, but I made a promise to my Keeper I can' break it, I don't know what will happen if I do. Sam hurriedly tried to explain.

"OK OK, calm down, Sammy" Dean didn't know what he was getting himself into, or the dilemma he found himself thrust into. But whatever the outcome, they would be together and Dean wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

Sam himself didn't know what he was, he felt different from all the rest. Like he was born from two worlds. He wasn't even sure if he was good or evil. Sam let Dean hold him. He was so uncertain. And what would the consequences be if he stayed. Would they be to great? Would they end up killing him. "nothing bad is going to happen to you, not when I'm around" Dean promised.

Chapter three

As the night wore on, Dean had managed to get Sam back inside, leading him toward a nearby couch, it wasn't in the best condition, but it was all the hunter could afford. While Sam continued on from where he left off, shinning light onto the agreement he forged with the Faceless angel.

Dean realized with clarity that he would do anything, say anything for Sam to stay. He didn't want to lose Sam. Not again. So he humored the teen by listening with interest and intrigue. Though he was bone wary tired, he made Sam pause, so he could brew a fresh pot of coffee while that was settling, he got out some milk and poured a cup for Sam.

Sam took the cup, Dean turned picking up the steaming hot pot of caffeinated goodness and pouring himself a cup before returning to the living room. Dean closed his eyes as Sam rattled on about Eden, making it sound like a lost paradise then a biblical prison, it actually was.

Sam told of the animals, and bizarre creatures that resided there. Of the loneliness in his heart as will as the growing curiosity that something better lurked beyond those gates.

Dean smirked around his coffee mug, he just couldn't get over how this kid resembled his brother, but at the same time their was an attraction to him, that refused to be denied.

"this is wrong" he told himself.

But then again, when had he ever done anything right, he had one responsibility and he blew it.

"there are no such things as angels he told the Nephilim, anyways if there were their deaf or Sadistic or hell, they might even be both.

Sam gave a sad smile, feeling inner pain coming from the Hunter.

"but there is an Eden! Sam exclaimed.

Dean licked his lips, their was a lot of things he didn't believe, and heck, he hunted most of them.

Sam huffed at being told where he lived was an illusion.

Then you don't get call me Sammy! Sam snapped back.

Dean's eyes widened, not even realizing that he kept calling this stranger a nickname he had giving his deceased brother.

But he couldn't help it, it fitted him.

Sam made a face, as if thinking about it.

A smile broke out, on the chestnut haired boy's face.

"lets agree to disagree he piped up. He was relieved with the hunter had seemingly let it go. It was something that they were going to laugh about later.

"you not going anywhere Sam, not unless you want to-this cabin hasn't heard a lick a laughter in it for years.

For as long as Sam could remember he had always been Michael's obedient son always doing as he was told, didn't put up a fuss. Never once he considered life without the archangel of fire.

He didn't know what he was getting into, he knew he could never leave Dean, the hunter had opened up his home and heart to him. He knew this was going to be a bad idea.

But ask him if he ever regretted it?

The answer would be no.

This was a start of a blasphemous friendship and a forbidden romance that would shred the realistic views of both heaven and hell forever.

Time had passed and Sam stayed with the Hunter, it wasn't until three weeks later that Sam came under a strange virus, Dean was once again hopeless.

He smelled foul play.

The half blood had contracted a blood disease, that had yet to be discovered by man, it attacked the heart and immune system rendering the host week and feeble.

He had started talking nonsense, believing Dean was Oran the king of all fairies.

Dean snorted fighting to suppress the half hearted berths of laughter that threatened to spill out, in an ordinary day, he would play that to his advantage, but he knew it was the fever talking. The Hunter could see it, in his young charges eyes, the fever burning brightly, the flushed appearance.

He had dealt with this thousands of times, when his brother got sick. So it came naturally to him.

He disappeared into the kitchen after making sure Sam was comfortable pulling a cylinder bowl from the cupboard he filled it with lauke warm water. Pulling out a dish rag from the closet he made sure it was clean before bringing it back into the living Room Sam watched him. As Dean dabbed at his face. Finely putting the cold washcloth on top of his forehead.

"now, you leave it there.

What was Dean thinking? Sam could never feel that way about him, he would be putting Sam in danger- because Sam embodied his brother.

Dean was selfish. He wanted both.

He wanted to be redeemed by his brother.

And he wanted to know what Sam tasted like.

But Sam reminded the Hunter of his brother, that twisted thought knotted itself in his stomach.

But their were differences, he thought, small quirks in the newcomer, that Sam his brother never showed.

But then again, how will did Dean know his brother?

Dean didn't know what he was running from, the ghost of his dead brother, being able to feel again under the warm touch of his hearts darkest desire.

But living on the run, his entire life was spent on the road, where his only responsibility was his brother, Dean knew nothing else and for the longest time he was okay with that their was something in the way Sam would make him feel, like he had purpose.

That his life wasn't one big shit hole after another.

Sam being here met something and Dean wanted to know what.

Every three weeks, Sam seemed to worsen. His fever spiked, Dean licked his lips running a hand through the boy's sweaty hair. Usually he'd make Sam pack his own things. They would usually go camping and Dean would teach him the mean's of survival looking for eatable plants. Fishing, hunting.

But tonight would be a different story prying himself away from the sickly teen he needed to start packing morning would soon come and he wanted to be gone at first light.

He went into Sam's room.

Sunlight shimmered through dust covered windows, flickering across Sam's face, Dean was outside throwing the rest of their things into the back of the Impala. Sam squinted, at the sunlight squirming a bit. He hid under the covers not yet ready to greet a new day. His throat felt dry and brittle his eyes were blurry at best and his body was weighted down with exhaustion.

Sam saw a blurry image of the hunter, he blinked to clear his vision-as the Hunter made his way inside, stopping to lean over the backside of the couch. Dean sighed for the up-tee nth time, he hadn't been to sleep yet, and was in no condition to drive.

He knew the doctors office wasn't that far, but wasn't that close either.

"can I get you anything he asked, smirking at the very Sam like nature.

Dean had spent most of his life in hotels, motels, prisons and hospitals and that was before the heinous incident involving his brother. So he wasn't worried about getting lost.

Let the hallucinogenic angels come.

Let them rain their fire and brimstone.

The Hunter was ready.

The hunter needed this.

He needed something to get his mind off of his brother.

He was using Sam, for his own selfish greed.

In the end Dean never so it coming, and if Sam did it was to late.

A solid month had passed, the trip uneventful. Now it looked like Dean need his father, a man h hardly spoken too In six years. He realized he couldn't do this on his own, he couldn't protect Sam by himself no matter how much he wish to.

The fire crackled, startling the Hunter from his thoughts, but even now with all the tension built up, he couldn't do it, he couldn't ask his father for help. His pride wouldn't let him. It was fear that kept him at bay, from acting and it would be pride that would eventually allow Sam to die.

"mmm, how late was it? Sam didn't know he had fallen asleep on the couch, his moments of consciousness coming in spurs of the moment. He woke up with a pounding headache.

Faceless had been in his dreams once again, begging for him to return.

Sam felt torn.

He didn't want to go back to his prison made of evergreen. A paradise to some, but then again, they didn't live their, they weren't expected to die there. Was he capable of dying? Sam didn't know.

He should.

Maybe it was time Sam thought, he had his fun- but didn't want to let the Hunter down, by leaving. He waged a war on his mind, struggling between the right thing and the wrong thing.

Their was a thin line and Nephill was playing Jump rope with it.

Faceless was changing, he was becoming more desperate trying to get his charges attention before it was too late.

Sam gnashed his teeth together finely figuring out why he was so ill. Faceless had told him this a week prior of his escape.

Sam groaned. How stupid had he been, none of this would have happened if, he'd just kept his promise.

"Samuel…"

Sam jolted up, his eyes darted around the room. He settled back down once he realized that faceless had reestablished their mental link.

'"Oh crap, he thought.

Sam closed his eyes, and he was cast, into a room, he could tell it wasn't real. It was all in his head. Everything was so dark he could barely see- he was stumbling around in the dark. When he tripped.

Someone broke his fall.

"Samuel you had your fun, I know why your sick- please come home Sam"

"and if I don't! Sam shot bock daring to be told otherwise.

Sebastian couldn't look at him, he didn't want to have to answer to that.

"I will give you another week, Sam. But then you have to promise me to come home.

"Sam!

Sam! The Hunter's voice called to the Nephill.

A gentle hand soothed Sam's fears, ebbing away the residue Faceless created. Sam moaned, as he opened his eyes Dean was staring down at him- love and concern heavy in his eyes.

Sam attempted to smile, to ease the hunter's fears away. But failed and started to cough miserably it shook his entire frame.

Dean smacked him on the back, doing the best he could, to see Sam through this.

"Maybe I should go, Sam choked out

Dean gave him a confused look,

"go where? He asked. With inquiry when Sam didn't answer him right away, he plowed right along " wherever your going or think your going! I'm going to go to" he concluded.

You can't do that, Sam argued.

Believing that Dean was joking.

But the stern look in his eyes said he wasn't.

Sam groaned again, their was no winning with this guy, it wasn't like he wanted to go, besides their was still a lot of stuff he hadn't gotten to do yet.

"like ride a roller coaster, make love, eat nachos.

He could never leave Dean, he could see it in the Hunter's eyes, the intense determination Dean wouldn't allow Sam to go.

"your mine! the green fiery eyes said.

Pulling himself up, Sam shuddered as Dean caressed his face. Moving back a bit, Dean gave Sam a little bit more room.

Sam reached for dean.

Pulling him down, so that the hunter's body was pressed up against his.

He wanted to experience everything.

Dean wanted to experience Sam. Who pulled him down into a gentle kiss, an experimental one, Dean lips were full and firm against his, tasting the ambrosia that was Dean himself.

The Hunter had these gentle course hands, that rand through his hair, bravely Sam kissed back Dean slid his tongue across Sam's lips, nipping at them, teasingly. Begging to enter

Dean managed to finely slip his tongue into Sam's parted mouth.

Coaxing Sam's tantalizing tongue to join along, in a seductive tango, a skillful duel.

Sam finely submitted to the Hunter's devil tongue.

Dean wanted more, right then and there, then just kissing.

Probably more then, Sam was willing to give at the moment.

Dean started to pull away, but found that Sam had other ideas, the angelic boy pulls him in closer as his tongue begins to explore the moist caverns of Dean's mouth, the hunter moaned in response.

"mm.."

Finely when Dean managed to pry himself away from the mischievous Nephill,

he practically laughed.

Because Sam didn't know where that came from, and seeing the hunter laugh at him. Sam pouted.

The hunter continued trailing kisses down Sam's lean neck, his hot breath ran across Sam's luscious skin. With each kiss, Dean told a story, with each glance Dean became more bold.

The laughter in his voice, the curve of his body. He traced the shell of Sam's ear with his tongue

Electing a soft mewl.

Dean's touch was of fire, sending chills through Sam's clothing, nimble fingers worked their way through Sam's shirt.

Reaching up, Sam caressed Dean's freckled cheek. The hunter grinned naughtily.

He couldn't stomach it- the fact, that a future without Sam, lay just over the horizon. It was getting late. The fire in the hearth with withering away, lapping up a few licks of a the last log.

"Come on Sammy, time for bed" Said the Hunter.

"carry me Sam said. He felt embarrassed right after, because he knew of all the sacrifices his friend had made in order to make this easier on him. Hopefully, someday he could repay the offer.

"your wish is my command" the hunter was in a shockingly good mood, he would go to the crossroads in the morning and make a deal.

"as long as I have him, I can do anything" thought the Hunter. Dean carefully picked him up, minding the new bruises that had appeared their a week ago.

Sam moaned painfully. Giving a weary smile to the hunter, reassuring Dean that everything was going to be fine.

They retired that night, in Dean's room. Sam nestled into the curve of his body.

Things just had to be alright, thought the hunter pulling Sam closer, brushing a stray strand of mahogany from his face.

"even if you from Eden, if that place does exist I hope it built for two".

Chapter four

Even though the angelic boy lay fast asleep in his arms, Dean fell victim to a restless slumber. It was the middle of the night when the Hunter jolted up from a disturbing dream. He stared blankly out, letting his brain catch up with him.

He kept replaying the hospital trip over and over again in his head.

It seeped into his dreams.

And apparently followed him back into reality.

He didn't want to disturb Sam. Believing that Sam was asleep Dean gently removed his arm out from underneath Sam before quietly making his way out of bed.

He silently made his way into the kitchen. He fumbled around for a minute, searching for the coffee pot-finding it- with dark residue, he quickly washed it out and got the materials he needed to brew another batch.

He couldn't seem to shake this dream though.

The Hunter could remember the hospital trip, it was when Sam wasn't showing signs of improvement whether risk another trip to the doctors office he decided, to say screw it and take him to Shoreline Hospital to see Dr. Liam Lydecker affirmation, to be Dr. Donald Lydecker's biological son.

Dean had exceeded the speed limit to get there, ran the high risk of being pulled over while passing through the sheriff's town.

he was barely tapping the breaks, the Impala's wheels screeched underneath- startling Sam awake.

"watch out Dean!" he called out and the Hunter swerved the car just in time- The Semi rolled on by, its driver blaring its horn angrily.

Dean cursed out loud,

"that son of a bitch!, he should be watching where he was going!"

"he wasn't the one on the wrong side of the road" Sam retorted, his eyes closed his head pressed up against the cool glass of the passenger seat window.

Dean huffed out an apology realizing how much pain the kid was in.

"Hang in their Sam, where almost there the Hunter encouraged the Nephilim. Seeing the large building straight ahead.

Dean swerved the car into a convenient parking space, he silently apologized to his baby before rushing to the other side and opening the door in one fluid motion.

Sam slid out into the Hunter's arms.

Sam was unresponsive sending a wave a terror throughout Dean's body.

He rushed Sam in, shoving a woman out of the way he burst into the Hospital doors screaming for help.

Never did he want to feel this hopeless again.

Nurses came rushing in, hearing the shouts and screams and all around commotion feeling the waiting room.

"he's not breathing! Dean growled at them. Do something, do anything he shouted.

"we well sir, but you have to be patient " Replied one of the nurses. Two of them were trying to take the unresponsive adolescent from the Hunter's arms which wasn't going over so well. While this was going on the head nurse paged one of the on call doctors.

A gurney shortly arrived, the nurses were able to calm the Hunter down enough for him to release Sam into their care.

"were going to need you to fill out a few papers for us, while we rush him to the E.R. the head nurse informed.

Dean had been to these types of hospitals a thousand times before, using a false name, he handed her a stolen credit card.

He finely finished filling out the necessary paperwork, to get Sam admitted into the Hospital now it was all up the doctors and nurses.

And who could forget the endless, butt numbing waiting.

He had paced around the waiting room, several times, until one of the nurses politely asked him to sit down.

He sat impatiently on the rickety butt numbing chair, that leaves your ass sore for hours. He twiddled his thumbs. Dean Winchester was not a patient person. Eventually he took pity on his empty tummy and left for the tasteless cafeteria food. He had a few dollars in cash, and vender food sounded better then tasteless garbage.

He had just gotten back, ate his vender food, downed a Pepsi and was on some Peanut M&M's when he heard his name being called.

"Dean Winchester A tall, blond headed woman called from the doorway, with a clipboard in hand.

Food was instantly forgotten. As he rushed to meet her.

I am Dr. Megan Callahan I was one of Dr. Lydecker's assistants, and Sam's heart surgeon

Dean sucked in his breath, but allowed the Surgeon to continue.

"We had some minor complications, it was a long shot, but we were able to stabilize him.

But I am afraid I do have some bad news for you she said.

"in the long run, we weren't able to cure him, the medical world is baffled by him your boyfriend seems to have contracted a disease that effects the heart- he is in congestive heart failure, we estimate a six month living ratio she said looking at her chart. The Nephill's name was written across it, in bold black letters.

"we did everything we could Mr. Winchester, it all falls down onto you, if you want to take him home, I can make the arrangements have Dr. Lydecker sign off on some papers.

"or he could live with us, for the remainder of his expectant life, and you could say goodbye now.

Dean's throat tightened with emotion, gnashing his teeth together he told the Surgeon that he wanted to talk to Dr. Lydecker in person.

Dr. Callahan nodded her head, understanding, she left to go find the Head surgeon Dr. Lydecker.

Dean fell back into his seat, his head in his hands, rubbing the sleep, and exhaustion from his eyes.

How was he going to tell Sam?"

It was definitely better that Sam was with him, he wouldn't leave him here not when the doctors and staff were so intrigued by Sam.

Dr. Liam Lydecker a young man, tall, around six foot seven, with long brown hair, wearing a starch white lapel equipped with a stethoscope and a chart, came into the waiting room.

"I want to keep Sam overnight, so we can take the necessary precautions if things head south he informed the Hunter. But after tonight your are welcome to take him home he reassured.

Dr. Lydecker looked at his chart, we charted his heart beat, brain waves. We managed to remove a blood clot, he showed signs of improvement. But we could not determine the root of the problem. But I expect Dr. Callahan has filled you in on that. He said adjusting his glasses

Dean's throat felt dry.

Sam is being wheeled into his room right now, Room B-23 Dr. Lydecker informed.

Meanwhile in room B-23 the nurses just got finished making Sam comfortable. When Dean arrived in the doorway. The nurses left so the two could talk in private.

Sam was hooked on a ventilator apparently he wasn't breathing on his own. His hair was in disarray and he looked to be like he had been crying.

The IV needles were attached to his right arm.

It didn't look like Sam was leaving for awhile.

Dean sat on a wiry chair. Scotching it closer to the bed, where Sam lay he took Sam's hand in his, rubbing his thumb against Sam's hand.

Dean had stayed up, that entire night, waiting for Sam to awaken. He kept talking to Sam and every once in awhile he caught himself dozing off. He had left to use the restroom and grab some coffee.

It was not soon afterward that he left to grab some coffee that the Nephill started to come around.

Dean had come back to Sam, who was on wobbly knees, caught in the act of trying to get his leg through a pant leg his eyes seemed unfocused and before he knew it, Dean had caught him one arm, around his waist. Hauling him up. He helped Sam into a pair of loaners that he had gotten from the Hunter.

"get me out of here" Sam whispered his throat sore.

"I'm way ahead of ya kid Dean answered. Holding up a duffel bag. I got some supplies while I was at it he said helping the Nephill get dressed.

Sam blushed. As he was hauled out of the hospital at a surprising speed.

Dean took a big gulp of coffee trying to sooth his restless thoughts. He went into the living room. Scanning over old research books that belonged to his brother and Bobby.

"he could make a deal with the Crossroads demons, those bitches just love Winchester men.

Or he could try something else. But then again he wasn't really too comfortable with the idea because if something went wrong he could never forgive himself. After flipping through half of his brother's and surrogate Uncle's collection he decided to go check up on Sam.

Sam was still asleep, as Dean slipped off his jeans and joined him. The Nephill curled into Dean's touch. Nuzzling his bare chest. Sam opened his eyes reaching across the bed, gripping tightly to the Hunter's wrist. It was like he could read Dean's mind. Feeling the distress in his mind the Nephill caressed Dean's hand lovingly hoping that it would soothe away his doubts and fears.

"Just be glad of the time we have left Sam said with a weak smile.

Dean was quiet. That wasn't what he wanted to hear.

He let what Sam had said, sink in.

Before it all erupted.

"How can you say that, how can you sit by and do nothing yelled Dean.

Sam froze, but Dean carried on.

"This isn't fair said the Hunter his voice cracking with severed emotion.

"Sam, tell me what I can do, tell me how I can fix this and I will" He begged.

Desperate for an answer, Dean waited.

What did he want to here? There was nothing Sam could say to ease the Hunter's distress.

Dean couldn't take it, not anymore.

"I can't let you do this, Dean tried to make Sam understand. "I can't let you die.

The Nephill was left speechless. Sam didn't know how to handle loss, but knew it wasn't only him who was subjected to the final outcome.

Dean couldn't sit still. Time was winding down.

This was too much, to fast, he needed to think, without Sam. Maybe if they spent some time apart he could come up with an idea that might work out.

Sam felt the Hunter's hand slide out from underneath his, as Dean pulled away, he had been gone a lot more these past few days.

It wasn't Sam's fault, and Dean kept telling himself and Sam that.

But it was hard for Sam to understand, and eventually Sam felt distant. Like a living ghost, those days in Eden, where his only friends were the animals, and the evergreen the luscious pools of water and the bright sunlight dancing across his face, he didn't have a care in the world and he missed that.

Dean stood up, Sam was trying to catch his eyes with his own.

Sam wasn't the type to run away, he was brave he was loyal.

He was innocent.

But Sam wasn't the type to stick around if he felt like he was unwanted.

For the first time in his life Sam felt despair at being rejected. Tears prickled his eyes as he hide them away from the Hunter.

"I'll be home late tonight. Don't wait up for me, there is food in the refrigerator help yourself.

"and Sam he said catching the angelic boy's attention, we will get through this, I promise you that, if it's the last thing I Do, I will save you. Then he went back to assembling his outfit too caught up in his own emotional turmoil that he failed to realize that he was freezing Sam out.

To caught up in the would ifs, that may never happen, and giving false hope. But Sam knew one thing he knew he would be spending another night alone, with cold leftovers.

He was afraid, couldn't the Hunter see that.

Pulling on his old leather jacket, Dean headed for the door without so much as a goodbye he was gone.

It was nearly mid-night, Sam had managed to scrounge up some food earlier that night, preheating some cold hash. He sat alone in the kitchen with a glass of milk. He stirred his food not really hungry.

But he knew he had to eat.

He was thinking of his Keeper, how he ignored him purposely in favor for the Hunter.

Abandoning his food, he scraped the un-eaten hash into the trash can. Washing his food out of his bowls. He placed them on a dish rack and decided to retire.

That night, Sam was finding it hard to sleep every time he shut his eyes he saw Dean walk out the door, running away.

Sam was confused, Dean said he wanted to help, but ended up running away.

He closed his eyes, trying to force himself to sleep. He had managed a few hours of sleep when the hallway light flickered on. Leaking into Dean's bedroom, and to where the Nephill lay asleep.

Sam, groaned opening his eyes, blinking and waiting for a few seconds for his eyes to adjust.

There was noise coming from the living room.

Was Dean home?

What time was it?

Sam struggled to sit up, he was having chest pains again. He was about to call out, when he realized something.

Even if Dean was angry at him, he would still make himself known, something wasn't right.

It was too quiet as the silence lingered,

Sam concentrated on his breathing. Maybe whoever it was, would take the thing that they were after and leave. Hopefully nothing too valuable because he didn't want to face Dean when he came home to a empty ransacked house.

Sam shifted till he was sitting.

Pulling off the sheets Sam made his decision. He could handle Dean, but first he would handle the intruder.

Chapter five

The intruder in the house wasn't Dean returning home. It wasn't Sebastian come to deliver a final warning- the faceless angel hadn't been heard from in awhile causing Sam to worry.

Sam moved out of bed, intent on find out who the intruder was. His heart hammered in his chest. His mind raced with all the possibilities.

This could only mean one thing, he had been found.

Sam moved along the edges of the wall pressing his back against a hard nook, trembling he had to keep going.

He needed to get out of the cabin. He needed to run away.

But first he needed to retreat, head out the bedroom window.

And if he was lucky he would run into Dean.

He had to help him.

Suddenly there came a distinct clatter, from the living room. Sam froze seeing a dark Silhouette shadow the hallway.

Sam nearly choked as, the silhouette made his way down the tight corridor.

Watching intensely, Sam saw him pause to admire some pictures the decorated the wall.

Faceless had tried his best, to keep the Nephill's whereabouts a secret.

He endured Michael's macabre torture techniques.

He had been strung out: cable wires cutting through his body, grisly rustic hook ensnared his body while manacles gripped tightly to bruised and bloodied limbs.

Still Sebastian refused. Hoping that Sam would stay away.

Each day the angel of virtue would come to him, torture him, asking him questions, demanding answers as he did so.

Wanting, demanding to know where his son was.

But still, the Faceless angel said not a word.

Growing frustrated Michael unleashed his holy wrath upon, the old Nephilim.

Faceless accumulated a gash for a mouth, incarcerated slits for eyes.

Each cut, was worse then the last.

His wings were mulching into bloody stubs, bones were extruded out, painfully twisted in agonizing deformity.

But no matter how the commander tried, he could not break the Keeper

In order for Michael to find Sam.

Faceless lifted his head, hearing his charges voice through a telepathic link.

-Lucifer's son, would have to want it.

"No!" He rasped reaching out, to the archangel.

"take your rage out on me, not the boy, anything but him" Sebastian begged.

It was too late, the commander had seen, where the Nephill, was. where Faceless was hiding his son.

And with a blinding flash, he was gone, to retrieve his ace in the hole.

THE BAR: OFF SIDE ROAD

The Bar lights danced overhead, as Dean sat a bar stool, a bottle of hard whiskey in his hand.

The amber liquor felt good going down, the slow burn, the intoxicating scent of beer, sweat and sex made waffling in the air.

Dean shot back another shot, eying a boisterous busty barkeep, his eyes roomed freely over her luscious curves. Temptation at its finest. The mounds of her breast, puckered under her shirt.

He wanted to cup them, to feel them, to have her nipples between his teeth a he suckled leisurely on them.

She flirted coyly with him.

He wanted to forget Sam, only for tonight, tomorrow he would make things right. As the bar emptied Dean found himself alone with the barkeep.

He sauntered over to her and introduced himself, while cornering her he began to work the old Winchester charm, it worked.

As she took his hand, Dean gave one last lingering look at the door, feeling like something wasn't right.

He shook his head trying to disperse, the thought he couldn't allow Sam to ruin his fun, so Dean allowed the barkeep to lead him back of the bar and up the stairs into a room, he advanced on her running a hand underneath her shirt, he made quick use of her bra. She lead him to her bed, as Dean took off his shirt. Black satin panties were tossed to the side shortly followed by black cotton boxers following suite.

Come morning a temporarily satisfied hunter would return to an empty house.

Previously that night. Inside the cabin.

Michael's cold jade eyes, roamed over the pictures aligning the west wall. Most of them were of the Hunter at various ages.

Others were of Sam, he didn't recognize this Sam.

Maybe because this wasn't his son.

But there were another set of pictures, that he was sure, that they were of his boy.

He moved closer to examine the photos.

Sam seemed happy in them.

In others that wasn't the case.

Michael wasn't sure he liked knowing that Sam had tasted, the cruelty of mankind

Even if angels were a bit sadistic with their punishments. They at least had a purpose that funded their actions.

Faceless never did confess how Lucifer's child, and Michael's son escaped the confides of Eden.

Considering the Nephilim's reputation, Michael would have to pull some strings, with the other high ranking angels but at least he was confident in doing so.

Sam had managed to make it back to there room, peering out, into the hallway, catching a glimpse of a tall figure, he automatically recognized him

As his father.

Careful not to get the commander's attention, unaware that he was already on his mind. That in a way he already had it.

Sam quietly closed the door.

"okay think Sam, he said to himself, what are my other options?

Their were the windows, he could crawl out from there and go in search for help.

But who would believe him?.

Sam froze hearing his father's footfalls draw closer.

They suddenly stopped.

Back against the door, Sam turned swiftly around a locked it before backing away from it.

He was frightened, not once in all his years of living had he risen his voice to him, now it looked like his freedom was counting on it.

The Archangel was at the door. "Sam let me in he said, in a voice calm yet commanding, stern yet gentle.

Believing his Nephill son, would not disobey him.

Sam hand quivered, trembling, "Either way the angel hand him cornered and it seemed like Dean wasn't coming back any time soon.

Sam felt sorrow swell in his heart, while doubt blanketed his mind.

He hesitated inches away from the door.

If he went with the archangel, he was sure he wouldn't be returning. And Sam couldn't deny the strong urge to thrust himself into the angel's warm embrace, his father would surely forgive him.

And that he would be grounded.

But he knew nothing would never be the same, he would be relinquishing his rights to him, at age fourteen, did he really have any rights?.

"where was Dean when he needed him the most?.

Sam inched closer to the door, once again.

The time had come, he had to face the facts this was it.

He had waited too long, he didn't heed his Keeper's warnings and he was going to pay the price.

Reaching up his fingers fumbled with the lock, knowing that if he didn't unlock it, Michael would unhinge them

But Sam, had little training to go on and was currently now facing his greatest adversary.

-his father.

Sam hesitated once again, not sure what to do, the Nephill couldn't run, even if he had managed somehow make it outside the archangel of fire, would be one step ahead of him.

Sam's hopes withered at that thought.

The archangel was becoming increasingly perturbed by the long wait, his son was stalling sensing Sam's divide, swiftly taking advantage of the distraught teen he sized control over his mind.

Sam's body went rigid, his eyes widened in horror as his body was forced into unlocking the door.

His jaw went slack, with shock his eyes widened as the avenging angel waltzed into the Hunter's room.

"I've come to take you home Samuel. An evil Smile crept on his face, as he made a grab for the half blood.

"What's the matter Sam, aren't your glad to see me? He asked trying again, striding over to the angelic boy gripping him tightly by the scruff of his shirt, Sam was hoisted up into the air. His feet dangled helplessly as he starred into the angry green fires of his father's eyes.

Fear crept into his voice, as he struggled in the iron grasp.

"let me go! I can explain myself, if you just let me go" he said.

The angel of fire held Sam up by his wrist before twisting it, breaking it.

"how did you get out of Eden? He demanded. Explain that?.

Michael wanted answers, and he had means in getting them.

"I thought I raised you better then that Samael "

Sam couldn't look at him. He ached to make things right but didn't know how.

"who freed you Sam he said, this time in a gentler tone.

"no one I got out myself came the stubborn answer.

Michael knew that wasn't possible that the child was lying.

"I just about had enough of your Samuel, you don't like being told what to do, do you Sam?,

"Rules are not meant to broken, Samael you must learn to obey the rules set before you by your elders do I make myself clear. Michael's eyes were cold and demanding.

"I don't think anyway does! Sam retorted. "let me go.

"I don't think so the archangel deadpanned. "you and I have a long discussion coming Michael growled. The commander could feel his son's inner terror at the prospect of returning and he lavished it..

Sam managed to escape his father's tight clutches at the expense of one of Dean's shirts.

Sam fell to the ground breathing hard.

"Stay back he seethed to the taller angel.

"I don't think so" Michael replied closing in on Sam.

Sam crawled on his hands and knees in an attempt to get away, his fever was back, his eyes were blurry as he struggled to see, he could barely breathe.

Michael followed closely behind, looking sadly at his son.

"I can fix this Sam, but in order to do so, you must come home with me"

"but I can never come back! Sam cried out.

"why would you want to? answered Michael, look how they treat you down here Sam he hissed.

"I don't want to die Sam moaned.

"you wont son, I'll make sure of it the archangel promised. Sam was losing the battle his eyes began to blur for a final time, he was quickly losing consciousness he felt the bitter taste of bile, curdle at the back of his throat, he could almost feel the disease starting to spread .

Michael was winning, Sam watch the smug look on his father's face.

"Father, I'm, a fit of rough coughs shook his body. He began to cough up blood. Blood splattered on the wooden flooring.

Michael didn't look fazed.

"please dad, he begged with teary eyes. "I just wanted to know, what life was like beyond Eden.

"I should let you die Sam, Michael answered. "I'll bring you back he reassured his son.

"I said stay back! Sam hissed, seeing how close the angel had came.

The archangel was fast, grasping Sam's wrist before he could say anymore, and throwing him into a wall.

Sam hissed in pain, stumbling away.

He almost fell again, but an arm caught him, around the waist he turned.

It was the Hunter.

"Dean he whispered.

But the illusion slowly dissipated in front of him.

He moved crouching down, so he was eye level with Sam, who was clammy to the touch, Sam's eyes peered up into lively green. He was practically pleading to go home

It was in his eyes.

But Sam still wanted Dean, even in his messed up glory.

He yearned to see the Hunter one last time. "Come on Sam, its time to go home, I'll help you up Michael said outstretching his hand. His finger's curved around Sam's face, as he examined his child. Sam fell into his warm embrace he couldn't find the strength anymore as a cold tear slipped onto the archangel's hand.

"leave me alone, father, let me die!" Sam begged.

"never, Michael gritted his teeth, that's never got to happen Samuel, do I make myself clear!.

Sam flinched. He hated whenever his father used his full name.

"I want to go home, Sam finely whispered no longer being able to sustain consciousness while feeling the strain of the fever. Whenever his father decided something it was a done deal their were no ifs and or butts about it. His word was law Sam's head rested against the crook of the angel's neck as Michael lifted him up into his arm hearing the soft whimpers

"its alright Sam, someone will be punished but it wont be you, I promise he whispered ever so gently into the Nephill's ear.

Michael had to hurry he could feel Sam's slow heart rhythm, he had made it home just in time. The Angel look down, tucking a lose strand of hair behind Sam's ear, "eventually you'll forgive me, Samael, like you always do and things will return as they were, have faith Son"

And with a blinding light, they were both gone.

Dean got back seven hours later. In a half drunken stupor.

The hunter dropped the impala's keys, as he fell to his knees-. at the sight before him. Everything was in shambles and their was no sign of the Nephilim, anger swelled in his heart followed by damming numbness and the cold resolution he was alone again.