Sam and Dean Winchester lived life on the road, driving in their dad's 1967 Chevy Impala. It was Dean's baby so to speak. The two brothers were coming back from a Job in Dallas, Texas when the first of many arguments broke out between the brothers. It was 9 hours into the day and half drive when it hit. Dean was driving so of course that meant old classics such as Motorhead were playing, much to the annoyance of Sam.

"Dude seriously? What is with you and the greatest hits of mullet rock? I mean come on its Motorhead." Sam Whined about the music causing his older brother to grip the wheel tighter.

"Like I told you while going to deal with that woman in white crap and many times since. Driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean retorted, using his favourite comeback whenever his younger brother complained about his music.

"Dean, all you ever do is complaining about my own damn music."

"Yeah well, it's always foofy music anyway." Dean shot back as Sam pouted.

"Anyway shut up man. We have a job to do in Washington. Jakey knows of a vampire problem in the town, 5 miles from his home. He wants us to take a look." Sam said to his brother in his usual irritating college boy way.

"Dude? Jakey? Really? Could you be more gay? Actually don't answer that." Dean asked joking, but he didn't know Sam had always been sensitive about his jokes about being gay, because of a single a reason. A reason that Dean would know if he'd spent more time with Sam growing up and hadn't ignored his brother's silent pleas for them to talk or something. Dean had only ever assumed about Jessica, he had only ever seen Sam in the light he'd wanted to.

"Shut up Dean." Sam warned worried he was getting too close to his deep dark secret that he'd fought so hard to keep hidden from the Winchester family. Something in his voice made Dean understand his younger brother's secret, something that gave Dean Winchester the kick up the ass he needed after almost 11 years of not knowing

"Well it all makes sense now." Came Dean's sarcastic answer. Another 3 hours of driving time passed in total silence. Neither brother would speak to each other, the two stubborn sons of John Winchester. Dean couldn't get his head around what he had just figured out about his college graduate younger brother.

"Let's get to Forks and deal with the vampires." Sam said annoyed.

"Forks? Dude where is it? Next to spoons?" Dean snorted back to his old self, it was a like a defense mechanism for him, conviently ignoring the fact that there were vampires.

"Dean. Can you just be serious for one goddamn minute? Hikers are going missing and the La Push hunters are worried." Sam angrily said to his brother.

"La...La Push?" Dean blanched remembering something from the previous year when they'd gone their separate ways for a short time before he got dragged to the pit. A small part of his brain didn't know whether to buy a condo or runaway screaming from a town full of hunters.

"Yeah that's what I said. Is there a problem?"

"No. There's no problem Sammy, I'm just making sure." The older brother lied.

"Whatever Dean, you slept with a girl and didn't call her back. Didn't you?" Sam laughed harshly.

"Shut up." Dean growled.

"You don't even remember her name do you?" Sam shook his head. "How old was she?" Dean just kept his silence as he drove taking care not to hurt the impala or punch his brother, which sometimes he really wanted to do, but he knew that Sam could probably kick his ass if he tried. Half way into the drive Sam took over and Dean went to sleep in the back of the car.

10 months previously

Dean had gone solo while Sam was busy trying to find Lilith. The job had taken him to La Push, Washington State, where he'd met a girl in a bar. Now of course Dean being, well Dean, this wasn't uncommon for him, but what was uncommon was the girl he'd picked up. She was a hunter and she was vulnerable, Dean had felt sorry for her and had actually been soft with her, of course one thing led to another and the typical Dean act was employed. He'd promised to call her back, but in true Dean Fashion he never did. The girl had been his equal in the amount of pain they felt, but the differences were in how they coped with that pain and he had felt a connection to her, of course the stoic hunter would never admit what he felt, not even to himself, but it was there. Isabella Swan had been the girl's name and Dean Winchester hadn't stopped thinking about her, he thought he was going soft as he got older, but that hunter had left a mark on Dean, one that wasn't visible to anyone, but it was there. There had been only one night between them, but the 25 year old girl played on Dean's mind. She'd been sarcastic, she knew cars and she knew his pain. There had been unspoken understanding of their lives. Even though she was a hunter, Dean had envied her secure life, it was as close to the apple pie life he craved that any hunter would get.