Okay, so this is my attempt at a Supernatural fan-fic. I know I won't do the show any justice, but I love it and I am enjoying writing this. I have a good idea where this will go, since I am mostly sticking to the storyline. Eventually, I will change a bit here and there. I am starting right after Dean goes to Hell, and then jumping to when he comes back. I hope everyone likes it. Let me know what you think, even if you think it is absolutely dreadful. I want to know what all of you think.

P.S. I won't probably be able to update this very often, since I am in my senior year of nursing school and am job hunting. I have about - that much free time, but I will do my best, especially with winter break coming up.

So, enjoy!

Allie Winchester could not move. She just stared at the wooden cross in front of her, marking her older brother's grave. Dean was gone, and she hadn't saved him as she had promised. After everything Allie had done, Lilith had still won out. And Allie hadn't even been there when Lilith had finally gotten to Dean. Sam and Dean had sent her off with Bobby to help ward off the demon army guarding Lilith. She blamed herself for his death, though she knew that Dean would kick her ass for thinking that way. But right now, she felt like the entire world was crashing down around her. Now it was just her and her twin brother, Sam, and she felt him slipping through her fingers, too.

"Allie," Sam said, wrapping an arm around his sister's shoulders. "It's time to go." He gently led her away from the grave toward the black Impala. Dean's baby.

Their good friend, Bobby Singer, gave them both a hug before getting into his own rusty old car. Allie climbed into the passenger seat. It felt wrong, being in this old car, without Dean in the driver's seat, a classic rock song pumping through the speakers.

"I should have been there," Allie said into the silence of the car as Sam pulled out onto the blacktop.

"Lilith would have killed you, too," Sam replied, his voice cold.

Yeah, I know, Allie thought to herself.

Four Months Later

Allie's cell phone rang on the seat next to her. She checked the caller ID, hoping it would be Sam. But it wasn't him.

"Hey, Bobby," she said as she answered. "I just finished that last case. I'm on my way back to your place now."

"How far away are you?" Bobby asked.

"About half an hour. Why? Is something wrong?"

"No, but I've got something here that you really need to see."

"Okay, I'll get there as soon as I can."

She hung up and threw the phone back down on the seat, pressing harder on the gas. She made it to Bobby's in eighteen minutes. Luck was on her side that she didn't see any cops along the way.

"Hey, Bobby!" she called as she let herself in the front door. She knew she didn't need to knock. Bobby had let her stay in the extra bedroom for a while after Dean's death, and she had practically moved in with him since.

"Back here, Allie," Bobby's gruff voice called from the back of the house. He was in the library, of course. It was always either the library or the kitchen.

Allie froze as she rounded the corner to the library. Standing next to Bobby was a figure she thought that she would never see again. She should have been happy to see him, but she couldn't be. Because it was impossible for him to be standing in front of her. They had buried him four months ago. He was gone.

"Hey, sis," he said with his typical cocky grin.

"Dean?" Allie gasped. "This-this isn't possible." She reached for the silver knife in her belt. "What the hell are you?"

"Allie," Bobby said soothingly. "I ran all the tests. It's really him."

"I don't understand. Sam and I buried you four months ago."

"Yeah, I know. I'm still a little cloudy on the details myself."

Allie suddenly felt overjoyed. Dean was back. For just one second, she didn't worry about how that was even possible. All that mattered was that he was alive and with her. She crossed the floor in a flash and wrapped him in a tight hug. Tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"I can't believe you're back," she said.

"Me either. Allie." He pulled away from her. "Have you heard from Sam at all?"

"A couple of weeks ago. He just calls in every month or so to tell me that he's alive, to make sure I'm okay, and he always uses pay phones so I can't get track his cell. Why?"

"We think he might have had something to with this," Dean replied.

"What, like a deal? Like you did?"

"Yeah. We have to find him." He moved around to the other side of the desk and picked up Bobby's house phone. He punched in a number.

"What are you doing, Dean?"

"Calling the phone company."

"Okay." Allie wasn't quite sure where he was going with this, but she knew never to doubt her older brother.

"Yeah, hi. I, uh, have a cell phone account with you guys and I, uh, lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me…Name's Wedge Antilles…social's 2474…Thank you." He hung up the phone and walked over to the computer in the library.

"How'd you know he'd use that name?" Bobby asked.

"Are you kidding me? What don't I know about that kid?" Dean replied.

Allie shook her head as her brother typed something into the computer. It didn't come as a surprise that he would think of something like that; he was pretty much the best hunter in the world.

"Hey, Bobby?" Dean said, picking up an empty whiskey bottle. "What's the deal with the liquor store? Your parents outta town or something?"

"Like I said," Bobby replied, shaking his head. "These last few months ain't been all that easy."

Allie put a hand on the old man's shoulder. She knew what he meant. All of them had handled Dean's death in their own way. Sam had taken off on his own, trying to find a way to bring Dean back, then hunting down Lilith to get revenge. Bobby started drinking more than usual, diving off the deep end straight into a bottle of whiskey. And Allie hunted. It was the only thing she knew; it was all she had ever known. It eased the pain of losing Dean and not knowing where Sam was or what he was doing.

"Right," Dean said quietly. He turned back to the computer.

"Anything?" Allie asked and moved around to the other side of the desk. Dean looked puzzled.

"Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois," he stated.

"Right where you were planted," Bobby said, confused.

"Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?" He sounded very angry now. This gave them even more reason to believe that Sam had something to do with Dean's spectacular come back. Allie knew that Dean would kill Sam himself if the younger Winchester brother made a deal with a demon.

"Dammit, Sam," Allie cursed under her breath.

"I'm gonna kick his ass," Dean growled. "As soon as I take a shower."

They pulled up to the Astoria Hotel in Pontiac. Allie wasn't sure what to expect, from either of her brothers. She eyed Dean carefully as they approached room 207, before turning her attention to the heart-shaped plaque on the door. Dean knocked on the door, and the three of them were all in for a surprise when a dark-haired young woman opened the door, wearing only a tank top and underwear.

"So where is it?" she asked the puzzled trio.

Bobby and Dean exchanged looks. "Where's what?" Dean asked.

"The pizza that takes three people to deliver?"

"I think we've got the wrong room."

Just then, the tall frame of the third Winchester sibling came out of the bathroom. He stopped short at the sight of his supposedly dead brother, alive and in perfect condition. Sam glanced at Allie, then Bobby, and then back to Dean. Allie noticed that he didn't seem to be breathing.

"Hey, Sammy," Dean said.

Sam opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Dean cautiously approached his brother. Out of nowhere, Sam pulled out a knife and lunged at Dean. The girl screamed, and Bobby sprang into action, as Sam forced Dean back against the wall.

"Sam, no!" Allie cried, but Bobby managed to pull the taller Winchester back.

"Who are you?" Sam bellowed.

"Like you didn't do this?" Dean shouted back angrily. Allie could see his rage rising.

"Dean, calm down!" she yelled, stepping in front of him, hoping that maybe they wouldn't try to knock each other if she was between them.

"Do what?" Sam asked loudly, struggling against Bobby's arms.

"It's him," Bobby said calmly. "It's him, Sam. I've been through this already. It's really him."

"What…" Sam said as he stopped struggling.

"I know," Dean said moving closer to Sam. "I look fantastic, huh?"

Smartass, Allie thought to herself with a smile. Dean always had to come up with some punch line to lighten the mood. She turned her attention over to Sam. He looked like he felt the same way she had when she first found out her brother was back…and like he was on the verge of tears. That wasn't surprising. It seemed like Sam and Dean cried more than most men…but then again, they witnessed things that most men could never even dream of. Then Sam pulled Dean into a tight hug.

"So are you two, like…together?" They all turned to the girl, who had been momentarily forgotten in the chaos.

"What?" Sam asked. "No, no. He's my brother." He smiled for the first time since the others had arrived.

"O-oh," she stuttered. Got it, I guess. Look, I should probably go."

"Uh, yeah, yeah," Sam agreed uneasily. "That's probably a good idea."

Allie could sense that something was off with her twin brother, the way her was suddenly acting. Dean, of course, being the ladies' man that he was, gave the girl his best smile. The girl got dressed and Sam showed her to the door. Dean watched the two, while Allie uncomfortably stared ahead of her at the ugly tiger-skin pattern on the walls.

"So call me," the girl told Sam.

"Yeah, sure thing, Kathy," Sam replied.

"Chrissy," the girl corrected. Allie glanced at her, taking in look of heartbreak etched on her face.

"Right," Sam replied.

The girl gave him a sad smile and walked away. Now Allie knew that something was up. Sam was not the type of guy to jump into bed with just anyone and then forget their name. That was something Dean would do. There was definitely more to this story than Sam was letting on.

"So, tell me," Dean said as Sam sat down on the bed and started pulling on his shoes. "What did it cost?"

"What? The girl?" Sam snorted. "I don't pay Dean."

"It's not funny, Sam." He paused and glared at his younger brother. Bobby and Allie sat quietly on the big, ugly, gold armchair, watching the two brothers closely, in case they went after each other again. "To bring me back. What did it cost? Was it just your soul or something worse?"

"You think I made a deal?" Sam asked incredulously.

"That's exactly what we think," Bobby replied.

"You too, Al?" Sam asked his sister.

"All signs point to yes," she answered.

"Well, I didn't."

"Don't lie to me," Dean said through gritted teeth.

"I'm not lying."

Allie could see the anger bubbling rapidly within Dean. He was about to explode. "Dean," she said calmly. She was trying to keep him calm. She had both her brothers back, which had seemed beyond impossible only that morning. She was angry at Sam for leaving her, but she still didn't want their reunion to turn ugly.

"So what, I'm off the hook and you're on? Is that it?" Dean continued, ignoring his sister. "You're some demon's bitch boy? I didn't want to be saved like this!"

Sam stood up, obviously angry that his brother didn't believe him. "Dean, I wish I had done it, alright?"

Dean grabbed Sam by the collar of his shirt and shook him slightly. Allie and Bobby both jumped up, ready to intervene if necessary.

"There's no other way this could have gone down," Dean said. "Now tell the truth!"

Sam shoved his brother away. "I tried everything, that's the truth! I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried bargaining, but no demon would deal, alright?" He paused to take a breath. "You were rotting in Hell for months, for months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, alright? Dean, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Sammy," Dean said, shaken. "You don't have to apologize. I believe you."