The vampire was attacking Sam, teeth bared, blood dripping out of the corner of its mouth. It was able to quickly back him into a corner, Sam having lost his machete minutes earlier. Things seemed to be going in slow motion, with the vampire's teeth closing in on Sam's neck. Sam thought that his dying thoughts would be something profound, or at least meaningful. Instead, he thought something along the lines of, you really need to brush your teeth.

There was a blinding flash of white light, and Sam soon saw black as he passed out.

He woke up on a couch. A girl started to shout when he gave signs of waking up.

"Dad! Sam's waking up!" It was a teenage girl, and Sam sat up in alarm as he realized that she knew his name, "Who are you?" He asked, a certain mixture of grogginess, and suspicion. The girl just raised her eyebrow, and started shouting again, "I think he's got a concussion!" There were heavy footsteps coming from the hallway.

"Coming Gwen. Sam! How are you?"

"Dean!" A wave of relief washed over Sam. Dean was here. Dean would fix this. "Dean, who- what- I mean, what the hell is happening?" One minute this vamp is about to kill me, then there's this blinding flash of white light, I passed out, and I woke up on this couch. That… doesn't look like a crap motel." Dean was looking at him, concerned. "Sammy?" He asked, with a tone that might indicate he was talking to a young child. "You know who Gwen is, right?" The girl- who Sam supposed must be Gwen- was looking fairly concerned at this point too.

"I- no, Dean. I- should I?" Dean's brow furrowed with worry. "Uh, you know Cas right?" Sam was staring at Dean like he was crazy. "Of course I know Cas." Dean relaxed slightly. "Right. I'm gonna call Cas." He reached into his pocket to get his phone.

"But Dad. Cas is t-"

"Sweetie." Dean crouched down to look at her levelly. "Cas'll want to know about this." He hit a couple buttons on his phone and held it up to his ear.

"Hey, Cas. Yeah. No, I'm fine. So, uh, you know how Sam came in last night and crashed on our couch? Yeah, well, he woke up, and" Dean's voice wavered slightly. "He doesn't know who Gwen is. Yeah. He does. Listen, Cas, you don't have to come. I just thought that you might want to know. Seriously- Cas! You're teaching, you can't just abandon your class. No- you- fine. At least give them an explanation this time, and not 'I have to go fight a dragon.' Yes, I know it was truthful, Cas, but that's the problem. That's a terrible explanation and you know it. I know that they love you, they fawn over you. Just hurry up." The last sentence was stressed, and it was obvious that he meant that more than any of the teasing banter.

"What was his excuse?" Gwen asked, still concerned, but amused.

"That 'The brother of the l-'" Before Dean could explain further, they heard a car (the Impala, Sam was always able to distinguish that engine from any other car), and the familiar squeak of the door shutting. There was a key in the lock, and the door swung open.

"Sam!" Cas called, shutting the door with his foot. The first thing that Sam noticed about him, was that he wasn't wearing the iconic tan trenchcoat of his. He was wearing a suit and had chalk stains on the front of his pants. Suddenly, something Dean had said earlier caught up to Sam's strangely addled mind.

"Wait, teacher?" All eyes were on Sam, and Dean looked almost terrified now, "Yeah, Sam. He teaches at KU. He gets us all free into Jayhawk games." Now Sam was the one that was getting concerned. "Dean. I- I seriously don't know what's going on here. I don't know why Cas is a teacher, who Gw- Gwe… Hang on. Dad? She called you… Dad."

"Yeah, Sam." Dean felt like he was saying that a lot. Too much. "We adopted her. Or, took her in really."

"Wait… us? As in… us, or…" Sam sounded thoroughly flustered.

"No! Not us! No! It's not like you can with hunting and all."

"But… you're hunting too, right?" Sam sounded almost like a kid, thinking his parents will be with him on the first day of kindergarten.

"Sammy." Dean sounded almost apologetic. "Sammy, I have a kid. I've got a house, and I have a job." Cas nudged his shoulder, and Dean smirked, "And I have to take care of this one."

"Hey!" It was friendly banter, where neither really meant any of what they said.

Dean got serious again, "Really though, Sam. The only reason that we ever hunt again, is if you or Bobby tell us that you need help. Sometimes hunters that pass by will ask for help, and we'll give them any information they need, but I got out of the life, Sam."

"We had a party." Cas said solemnly.

"But…" Sam began, but not really sure where to go after that. "Dean, I seriously have no clue what's going on right now, I-" He was cut off again, and started coughing into his hand. When he took it away, there was blood on his hand, as always. He went to wipe it on his jeans, until Gwen caught a glimpse of it.

"Uh, you've got… blood. On your hand. Dad, why is Uncle Sam coughing up blood?" Gwen's voice wavered, and she looked worried for her uncle. Dean grabbed Sam's wrist to look at his hand. "What's this, Sam? How long has this been happening?"

"I don't know, since the second trial I guess. I mean, I felt like shit after the first. But I think it was after the second that I started getting- well, like this." Sam shrugged, as if it weren't a big deal.

"Sam." It was Cas now that spoke, just as concerned as Dean was. "What trials." Sam let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, you know, if you don't remember, to close hell?"

"What?" Dean stepped forward, "Close hell? How the he- how could you close hell?"

"The demon tablet? The three trials?"

"Tablets? The tablets? Metatron's tablets?" Cas seemed torn between figuring out more about what Sam knew about the tablets, and making sure that Sam was actually okay.

"Father?" Gwen asked, but she seemed to be addressing Cas now, "Why do you care about these stupid… tablet things? Is Uncle Sam okay or not?"

"Wait- Father?" Sam was reminded strongly of the Mystery Spot suddenly. "You're- you're." Sam started noticing several things all at once. Dean's hand on Cas's back. The gold bands on their left hands. The wedding photo in the background.

"Oh." For a moment, everything made sense. But, of course, that couldn't last for long. "Wait. What? You're not married!" The other three startled.

"Um, no offense Uncle Sam, but I really do think they're married." Gwen spoke up with a smirk from the back.

"So what," Dean said to Cas, "He's got amnesia now? His memory has been wiped?"

"Shit." Sam said, with no explanation. "Gabriel!" He shouted towards the ceiling. Dean looked concerned, "Sammy. Sammy, Gabriel's dead."

"What? No. He faked his death. Gabriel! You will come down here and explain this! Not that, I'm really complaining about seeing them like this, but that's not the point, just- Gabriel!" There was a fluttering of wings, and the Archangel himself was standing in front of them. "Okay." He said, slowly clapping his hands. "What gave me away?"

"What- what gave you away? What did you do to them?" Sam had stood up, glaring at Gabriel.

"What? What did I do to them? I didn't do anything do them. In fact, I've done my best to avoid all of you guys. I mean, I'm supposed to be dead. So… Yeah." He turned to Dean and Cas, "What's wrong with the Moose?"

"You're alive."

"Uh, yeah. I thought that you figured that out already. I mean, Samsquatch started calling. Anyway, I have to get back to killing someone, I was rather enjoying it." He disappeared with another fluttering of wings.

"So, trials, huh?" Dean went back to Sam, caring more about his brother's safety and health then the Archangel. "Why didn't you tell us?"

Sam didn't really think before he spoke, "Because I don't know you!" He shouted. Dean, Cas and Gwen were silent.

"No." Sam immediately corrected, realizing his mistake. "No, it's not like that." Sam sighed, burying his face in his hands, "I mean, I know you. Except Gwen, but Dean and Cas… Dean- you're- Cas- you're- you aren't a teacher."

The small family just stared at him. Dean stood, pulling his phone out for a second time. "I'm calling Bobby." Sam started coughing again.

"Hey, Bobby. Uh, no I'm fine. No, it's Sam. He's weird. He came in last night and crashed on the couch, and this morning he can't remember who Gwen is, and he's coughing up blood, and there's these trials, and trying to… I don't know, Bobby. Apparently Gabriel's alive, and Sam thinks he's got something to do with this. He's- apparently he's trying to close Hell- yeah, apparently you can. Just- just, come quick. Please. He's bad, Bobby." Dean threw the phone on the couch beside Cas and sighed. "What are we gonna do, Cas?"

A/N: What do you think? This can't be long, cause I have to go, but please understand that I probably won't update for a while after this, unless I end up writing a lot during Thanksgiving Break. Please like and comment! Thanks!