Summary- Just when the Winchesters think they can finally move on with their lives after killing the demon, they find out the hard way that what's dead doesn't want to stay dead. And they are thrown into a war they thought was finished.

This is the squeal to Thicker than Water, it would be better for you to read that one first but ill try and write this so you don't have to read that one, the first story is referred to a lot in the first chapter and is explained so as not to confuse any one who hasn't read Thicker than water.

Blood Is Thicker Than Water

Dean stared at himself in the motels mirror, and laughed bitterly, he couldn't believe it he had finally found someone that he loved, someone who loved him back, no matter what his faults were and she couldn't even remember who he was, it was just plain typical.

He heard Sams urgent knocking at the door, and turned his head slowly; sighing one more time he turned and made his way slowly to the door.

They had come back from the hospital and Dean had headed straight to the bathroom, he had locked the door and turned the shower on, locking Sam out from his world. He didn't want to see the pity or sadness in his brother's eyes; he just wanted to be alone so he could reflect on what the demon had taken away from him.

He reached out his hand and with a shaky breath he composed his emotions, he knew Sam was suffering just like he was, Catherine had been like a sister to him, and he didn't want to show any one let alone his baby brother who had always seen him as the strong reliable one just how much this was affecting him.

He pulled open the door and his eyes wondered over his brothers bruised face, then over to the cut above his brow, just one more reminder what they had gone through to destroy the demon tonight, one more thing they had to lose for the war that had been brewing for 22 years, to come to an end.

"You ok?" Dean nodded his head slowly before steeping out of the protective cocoon that was the bathroom. Sam cast a worried glance at his brother before steeping around him and entering the room that Dean for the last two hours had been locked in.

Dean made his way over to his and Catherine's bed and allowed him self to fall back wards on it his head hitting the pillow softly. He reached a hand under the pillow and pulled out a silver and black gun. His lips quirked ever so slightly when he thought about her keeping her gun under the pillow, Sam had called them both insane, that one time they were going to forget to put the safety on and shoot themselves in the head. Sam chuckled softly to himself, like that was ever going to happen.

He weighed the piece of metal in his hands and sighed as he remembered back to the morning of Tio's funeral. She had been so pissed when they had arrived at the cemetery that in all the ruckus and confusion had forgotten to pick up her favourite gun. He smiled and closed his eyes remembering the way she had stamped her foot and pouted to add to the affect.

That was one of the things he loved most about her, no matter how bad things were she always managed to put a positive spin on it, that no matter how dark things got she was always there with a gentle hand and a small smile to make even the darkest times seem good, that there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

And now, now she didn't even remember the one person she said she had loved, just when he had thought his life was getting back on track with the death of the demon. The demon even in death still took away and hopes of him being happy.

He turned the gun over in his hands and for the first time noticed the small engraving on the base of the gun. T.D. Dean traced his finger over the delicate writing and sighed sadly, figuring that the gun once upon a time must have belonged to her brother. The brother who had died to save her life, who had chosen to die instead of watching her suffer at the hands of fear demons.

The bathroom door opened and Dean glanced up to see his brother walking out of it in a billow of steam. He smiled over at him and went back to looking at the gun, turning it in his hands.

Sam glanced over at his brother his hair still wet from the shower and dripping down his back. He glanced down at the gun in his brother's hands and felt his heart rate increase, felt bile rise in his throat and began to wonder what he would have found if he had walked out of the bathroom five minuets later then he had.

"It's her favourite, thought we should take it down to the hospital" Dean stated his eyes wondering over to his brother, he had seen the look his brother had shot him, he could still see Sam eyeing him with uncertainty and fear so he placed the gun down on the bedside table.

Sam nodded his head at the idea but it was more out of relief, he knew Dean was hurting, knew that Catherine meant the world to him and knew that he was having a hard time with loosing the person he knew, Sam couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have felt like to look down at the women he loved and not have her recognise him.

Sam headed over to his bed and quickly pulled a white top over his head; if he admitted it to himself he was getting increasingly worried about his brother. All the way back from the hospital he had been quite and withdrawn, he hadn't spoken about what had happened, but Sam knew it was killing him inside. And he also knew that the next hunt they went on Dean would take out all the pent up frustration out on the hunt, he just preyed to god Catherine was better before then.

"We should get going" Sam looked over at his brother again, and nodded his head; he grabbed the keys to the impala and threw them over to his brother, who caught them in one hand before heading out of the door.

THE HOSPITAL

Catherine stared in amazement at John, and laid her head back onto the pillow her hand thumbing the necklace around her neck, there was just to many things to take in, to many things to make sense of.

She closed her eyes and thought about everything John had just told her about the past couple of months, about first meeting the Winchester boys, to falling in love with his eldest son Dean, discovering a connection between herself dean and Sam, to loosing her uncle Tio, and then finally about killing the demon

She sighed mentally to herself it was just to much to comprehend, she had waited her entire life to kill the demon and she didn't even remember doing it, didn't even remember the guy she was meant to be in love with. She bit the inside of her lip as she tried to conjure up any memory about Dean, any feeling, but she couldn't, as far as she was concerned he didn't exit, she certainty didn't love him. But how was the meant to be if she had been in love with him, it just didn't make sense surly she would remember at least a little bit of him.

She shook her head slightly the last thing she remembered was her and John on a hunt against werewolves, she was seventeen and had taken a pretty nasty bump to the head when she had been thrown against a tree, and now here she was lying in a hospital bed four years later with no recollection of those four years, it was like those four years had been a dream that she couldn't remember.

"So the demons dead, and im in love with your son"

John locked eyes with the women in front of him and could see the confusion and fear in her eyes. One thing he knew about Catherine was that she needed to be in control and he could tell by the fear in her eyes that she felt far from in control and that was scaring the crap of her. He felt a pang of pain and sadness in his heart, Catherine was like a daughter to him and to see her so confused was killing him.

"Yea" Johns voice sounds defeated.

Catherine returned Johns gaze, and smiled despite the fact, she was more alone now then she had ever been in her life, sure she had John, and Dean and Sam, but that was the problem she had no idea who they were, not even the vaguest recognition, even towards Dean who she was meant to be in love with.

"Well im going to go get some of your stuff, you gonna be ok?" Catherine looked over at John and nodded her head, lying it back down onto her pillow the second door was closed, and for the first time in a long time she cried.

OUTSIDE THE ROOM

John closed the door quietly and laid his head against the back of it. He allowed it to rest there for a couple of seconds as he tried to get everything that had happened in the last day in order.

He pulled himself together; well as much as he was able to before he turned away from the door. He gave a startled gasp and placed his hand over his heart while he smiled lovingly over at his two sons.

"I was just going to get her some things" Sam nodded at his father; he could see the worry lines, could see the bags under his eyes letting him no that he had gotten about as much sleep as him and Dean had.

"How is she?" John didn't miss the un spoken question, and smiled sadly at his son, while he shook his head. Dean lowered his gaze to the floor, before looking back up, and towards the door where Catherine was staying.

"I think im gonna come back with you dad" John shot his youngest son a confused glance before he realized that he wanted Catherine and Dean to have some time alone.

Catherine heard the door open and she quickly wiped away the remains of her tears; she lifted her head of the pillow her eyes locking onto Dean. She smiled somewhat uncertainly when she saw that it was Dean and moved herself that she was in a more comfortable position because she knew this conversation was going to be anything but.

Dean smiled back slightly and walked over to her bed and for the first time since being with her found himself at a lose, he had no idea whether he should sit on the bed, but one look over at her he knew taking a seat on the bed would be a very bad thing. He bit the inside of his cheek before lowering himself into the chair at the side of her bed.

"I brought your gun; I know how much you like it" Catherine watched as he removed the gun from the waist band of his trousers, and took it out of his hands when he handed it over to her, their hands touched for a second, and Dean looked at her, hope so clear In his eyes that she pulled back her hand.

Dean watched as she fingered the gun in her hands, like he had done before, he had hoped that if they touched she would remember something, and found himself disappointed when she didn't.

"I wish I could remember you, I really do, I wish I could remember what I felt, but I can't im sorry" Dean gulped slightly he could hear the raw emotion in her voice and wanted nothing more then to take her into his arms, but he knew he couldn't. But at least she wanted to remember and that was a good thing.

He had hoped that this was all some sick joke that every one was in on and that she would yell got ya while laughing at him. But when he heard her tell him she didn't remember cut him deeper then he cared to admit. She was the first women he had ever really and fully given his heart to, and it was literally being ripped to shreds and it was demons fault.

Catherine turned her head round at the same time Dean had lifted his, their eyes locked for a split second and Dean could only think of one more thing to try, and If that didn't work then he didn't know what would, if it didn't work then he had truly lost her.

"I love you"