A/N: This is the first time I've ever written a Supernatural fan-fic so please don't shout at me if I write things to your disliking! And each chapter will be uploaded when I choose. Although if I get some comments saying "UPLOAD THE NEXT CHAPTER!" I will do so :) Read and review!

Disclaimers: Supernatural and the characters in the show do not belong to me, I just like to play with them *evil grin*. I may keep Dean and the Impala though :P

Three years is a long time to spend in hell. Especially for the Winchesters.

Four months felt like forty years for both Dean and Sam but the three years his brother were gone were longer for Sam. So you'd imagine how happy he was when he saw Dean at the door of his motel room.

Sure, he had to do the checks. Silver and holy water. Dean gritted his teeth as the silver knife bit into his skin. "Not a shifter." He spat out as Sam threw holy water into his face. Sam was shocked at Dean's reaction to it.

"Shit!" Dean shouted at the top of his voice, steam rising off his skin. Sam stumbled backwards, shaking his head and whispering "No… You can't be possessed… Is the tattoo…?" He saw the edge of the anti-possession tattoo sticking out of his brother's shirt collar. "Dean, you're a…" Dean swiped at his face, hissing at the pain. "Fucking hell that hurt!" Dean cried, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Dean glared up at Sam, expecting him to behind the exorcism. He threw his arms out, as if to say 'yeah, exorcise me!' Sam straightened his features out and began to chant. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus…" As he saw his brothers face contort in pain, his words faltered. "Dammit Dean, I can't do it." He said softly, turning and raking a hand through his long hair. Dean leant back, a half smirk-half frown crossing his face. "Why not?" He asked. "Sammy… You're a hunter you should be able to do it." "That's it though Dean. I'm a hunter but you're my brother… It's hard for me to choose which I need to be at this moment in time…"

Dean's face fell, not knowing how to react to his brother's statement. "Just do what you think is right little brother." He said softly after minutes of unbearable silence. He stood and walked over to the door, his hand lingering on the door handle. "Oh and Sam," Sam looked up at the older Winchester.

"I'm sorry… I really am."

Sam's eyes narrowed. "Three years Dean. I hunted without you for three years. If I decide to come after you, you won't know it until it's too late." Dean shook his head and pulled the door open, leaving silently. "Oh so no disappearing act like other demons?" Sam asked bitterly.

Dean came back into the room, smirking. "Can't you let me try and be dramatic for once Sammy?"