Hello all! I've has this story in my back pocket for way too long and I'm very excited to finally start publishing! This story takes place after the Gilmore Girls seasons reboot but without some of the details (like Dean being married) and during Season 11 of Supernatural.

I hope you like it, please RR!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Gilmore Girls.

Sam looked up and down the street, his back straight, memories flooding back. It had been too long since he had been back here, too long since he'd smelled the sweet peony's that filled the window boxes in front of Miss Patty's School of Ballet. He could hear the sounds of the troubadour as he sat in the town square, narrating the events of the day. Like a scene from the movie Pleasantville, but modernized. He didn't belong here anymore.

It was the embodiment of another life entirely.

He held his breath as Dean maneuvered the Impala down main street, watching familiar buildings pass before his eyes. Doose's Market with it's outdoor fruit bins where he'd spent so many hours stocking shelves; Luke's market and its picture windows; Stars Hollow books where he had spent so many hours leafing through the titles, and then avoiding another frequent browser with everything he could muster. It was all here. All waiting for him, as if he had never left.

"Earth to Sammy. Are you in there?" He heard his brother calling from the drivers seat. Sam glanced sideways at him and grunted.

"Sorry, I was thinking."

"Daydreaming about your perfect life here?" Dean asked, his tone sarcastic. Sam had mentioned his stay in Stars Hollow to his brother in passing, but never in much detail. All Dean knew was that John had dumped him here to finish high school, and it hadn't all been terrible. He had hoped to never revisit this part of his life, but when they had heard about the rash of mysterious disappearances that had been happening, he hadn't had much luck talking his brother out of coming.

Sam was nervous about returning. He wasn't sure how he would be received. Not that it really mattered. His life now could never incorporate any of what this place and it's people had been to him.

An actual, honest to goodness, home.

Now it was his responsibility to protect the people who had let him experience what life without hunting could be like. To keep their lives safe from the horrors that he had witnessed. He and Dean would see to it.

The Impala turned into the parking lot of a motel on the outskirts of town. It was clean, if a bit brightly painted in Robins Egg Blue with Peach Trim. Dean turned off the car and the two brothers entered the office. The bell attached to the door tinkled eagerly as the door closed behind them. A familiar figure greeted them from behind the long counter, his tall stature partially blocking the wood paneled wall behind him.

"Well you are definitely the last person I expected to see walking in that door."

"Hello Kirk." Sam replied, his surprise mirroring that of the man standing before him. Internally, he groaned. "I didn't realize you owned this place."

"Lulu and I bought it last year." Kirk answered, recovering from his shock. "She thought we should add to our financial assets."

Sam nodded, looking around at the office. Signs for Kirk's other businesses adorned the walls.

"Stars Hollow tours?" He asked, confused. Kirk nodded.

"Well in honor of our famous writer, as you should already know Dean. People are flocking here to see where she grew up." He replied, crossing his arms. "I can't let the fans be disappointed."

"People are flocking?" Sam asked, his eyebrows inching up his forehead.

"Well it's a work in progress. But they will be, and when they do, we will be ready for them." Kirk answered. Dean cleared his throat beside his brother, clearly amused with the reunion. Sam jumped, forgetting about his counterpart.

"Kirk this is my cousin, er..."

"Sam" Dean replied smirking and stuck his hand out in greeting. Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "We just need a room for a couple of days."

"So you're sticking around?" Kirk asked. Sam could almost hear the gossip mill grinding as he stood there. No way he could escape unscathed now.

"Just to see the family. I thought "Sam" would like to see the town." He answered, trying not to choke at the look on his brothers face when he used Dean's chosen alias.

"Well the town is a bit busy this week, with all the decorating and the marching band practicing. But I'm sure you can still get around ok." Kirk answered, handing over a set of keys to one of the guest rooms.

"Oh, is there a town festival going on?" Sam asked. Kirk looked at him confused.

"I guess you wouldn't know would you? It's Luke and Lorelei's wedding this weekend." He replied. Sam felt his heart sink.

"Oh great! Well thanks for the info Kirk, I'm sure I will be seeing you." The tallest Winchester remarked as he made for the door.

"Enjoy." Kirk answered, reaching for the phone.

Outside, Sam let out a huge sigh. His hope had been to avoid some familiar faces, but that didn't seem like it would be the case.

"Come on Dean" His brother retorted, the sarcasm dripping heavily off the oldest Winchester's tongue. "Let's go get something to eat."

Sam sighed dramatically and ran a hand through his hair. This was going to be a very long day.