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A/N: This is a short three-part story basically retelling Sam's Death (when Jacob stabbed him in season 2) From Dean's perspective.

However I did this mostly to practice a different way of writing than I'm used to. Instead of first person or third person speaking in past tense I have decided to play with second person and present tense.

I'm not sure if it worked well but it was definitely new for me and I enjoyed it.

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Part One: Brother Found

"I know one day I'll turn the corner and I won't be ready for it."

- Jean-Michel Basquiat

As your eyes scan your surroundings, boring into every shadow and darkened doorway, you can feel what little hope you had being crushed under the utter stillness of the night.

There is nothing here.

No Demons.

And no Sam.

"SAM!"

You bellow your brother's name, your pace picking up under a sudden rush of urgency. Beside you Bobby hesitates for a moment and then quickly matches your long strides.

"SAM!"

He has to be here. You know it in your gut…you know deep down if you just reach out a little more into the darkness your fingers have to make contact with something….anything.

You round another corner….this decrepit town seeming endless in its muddy road and mildewing structures.…

And then….

Just like that…

There he is.

The relief that rushes through you upon seeing your little brother's tall frame is so strong it makes your trained hunter's steps falter.

Your shoulders sag and the fingers gripping the shotgun and mag-light loosen.

"Sam."

This time when the name rushes out of your mouth…it sounds like a breathless thank you to whatever deity or god you had unconsciously been praying to.

But you still don't feel relaxed.

There is a part of your mind….the part that stays permanently locked in a hunters mind-set—and happens to sound a lot like your father—that is whispering in your ear: this is all too easy.

After all the murders and damage done just to get Sam separated from you, that finding him here alone and in the middle of nowhere is too simple.

What was the point?

"Dean!"

But then your brother's voice reaches you and nothing else matters as you feel your legs begin to move again.

Yes Sammy is alive, but you don't need to see the way he is hunched over or the way he clutches his right arm to know that your little brother was far from okay. The emotion in Sam's voice and face says all you need to hear.

He has called to you in a way you haven't heard in years. Not since Sam was a kid and believed his older brother's presence meant safety….meant everything was going to be okay.

Roughly twenty yards separate you from him and you can easily see that the mask is completely gone from his face.

You longer see a weary young man walking towards you, but a gangly child that has followed you around your whole life….a child that graved your approval and your steady assurances.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sudden rush of nostalgia and you shakily release it…the urge to squeeze the over grown kid into a hug and choke him with your bare hands is running a tight race.

If this kept happening you know without a doubt that you're in for another heart attack before you reach the age of thirty.

Your lips quirk up as you take a quick breath, ready to shout that last thought at your brother in a desperate attempt to make a real smile show through the pain etched on his young face…but before you can get the words out something over Sam's left shoulder catches your attention.

And in less than a second your whole world changes.

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A/N Part two is finished and is ready to go up. Let me know if I should finish. :)