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Sam continued to lay on the ground, unsure of what to do.

"Hello, Sam," a voice startled him. He jumped and turned around to find Castiel standing there.

"Do you remember me?" Castiel's voice was gentle. Sam stared at him and shook his head. Castiel sighed.

"I was afraid you wouldn't...with your ordeal in the cage there's no telling what happened to your head. You do remember Dean, at least, right?"

Quickly Sam nodded. Dean, yes he remembered Dean. Dean was the only thing keeping him going down there. Castiel nodded.

"Good, now I'm going to take you to him." He reached down to touch Sam, but Sam jerked away.

"It's okay, Sam. I'm not going to hurt you." Castiel's voice was gentle. "We're friends. My name is Castiel."

Sam stared into Castiel's eyes and slowly nodded. Castiel touched him. The next thing he knew he was in front of a house.

"This is Lisa's house," Castiel told him. "You probably don't remember her."

Sam struggled to remember. For some reason his memory was jolted. He remembered bits and pieces of his life. He remembered Dean, a lot. And their dad. And fighting monsters, and Jessica. But so much was jumbled together.

"It's okay if you don't remember," Castiel told him. "I'm honestly surprised Dean was able to remember everything after getting out of hell." He looked at Sam.

"I have to go now." His voice was soft. "But you're here safe, that's what matters." A smile broke on his face. "I am glad I was able to get you out, Sam. "

Sam nodded his appreciation, his expression mixed with confusion. He slowly knocked on the door. Lisa answered, her face full of smiles which dropped when she saw him.

"Sam..."She gasped. "That's not...possible." Her face went white. "How did you...even...Dean!" She suddenly shouted, causing Sam to wince. "DEAN!"

"What?" Dean's voice called from upstairs.

"Get down here, NOW!" Her voice was filled with anger

"What's wrong?" Dean demanded as he appeared on the top of the stairs. He stared in shock at Sam at the doorway. "What the..."

She tossed him an angry glance.

"You did this, didn't you? You made some kind of deal to bring him back!"

"Lisa, get back!" The look on Dean's face told her he had no part in this. He grabbed the knife from his pocket and stormed straight to the thing that was standing in the doorway.

Sam shouted as Dean slashed his arm. Nothing. Not wasting any time Dean grabbed his flask of holy water and splashed it on Sam's face. Sam cried out, more of shock this time than anything.

"You're little act isn't fulling anyone!" Dean growled. "So come one! What are you? A revenant? Zombie? Lucifer?"

Sam cowered into a corner on the porch, his whole body trembling. Never had he thought Dean would attack him like this.

"Dean stop!" Lisa cried as Dean raised his arm, still holding the knife. She felt fear as she looked into his eyes-filled with intense rage.

"Dean! I really think this is SAM!"

"That's impossible! Sam's trapped in a hole in hell...he couldn't get out..."

"You did." Her soft reminder stumped him. He lowered the knife and stared at the figure in front of him, who's body was trembling.

"Sammy?" His voice was soft, full of hope. "Sam?"

Sam raised his head, trying to stop the shaking. He had been tortured by the devil himself in hell, he had to watch himself as the devil took control of his body briefly to kill Micheal/Adam. And than he carved up Adam's body bit by bit. So why was he so terrified about Dean's attack? Probably because he never expected his brother to attack him like this.

"Dean..."His voice trailed off. "I....I..." His voice shook and Dean dropped down to his knees to reach the level of Sam.

"Is it really you Sammy?" His voice tried to drain that hope.

He nodded.

"Cas...Castiel brought me here." Dean's eyes widened.

"Cas...brought you back?" Anger rose in him. If Cas could bring him back from the start why the hell didn't he?

"I...I think so." Sam found it difficult to speak. "I...I don't..."

"Sh, Sammy, it's okay." Dean's voice quivered as he grabbed a hold of his brother and held him into a tight hug. A sob escaped from his throat. Sam remained motionless for a moment until he raised his arms and wrapped them around Dean's back. They hugged, rocking back and forth, no words being spoken. Only tears being heard. Dean tried to push his anger towards Castiel for waiting for so long, for not telling him. He'd think about that later. Most important thing was that he was holding Sammy in his arms again, something he never thought he'd do. Lisa watched with a tear stained face as Dean helped his little brother up to his feet.

"Easy there kiddo, let's get you inside," he whispered. Sam nodded and as Dean helped Sam into the house Lisa closed the door, thus shutting out the cold and making sure the warmth stayed in.

Short I know, but I'll try and update quickly and I really do want to finish this story before starting any others!