AN: Goooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! I'm sorry for the slight delay! I couldn't for the life of me focus last night. I couldn't even focus long enough to work my sequel to Secrets and Lies. Ugh. Tomorrow I may lose internet for a day or two. My parents didn't pay the cable bill...so yeah. Getting this chapter out while I can! If I have internet tomorrow I'll try to post, but I make no promises. Also the sequel to Sam Back to Sammy is going well! It might be out after this! Maybe. We'll see. Lol. So you're probably wondering when Dean's coming in. Don't worry. He's here in this chapter. In the original outline, he doesn't come back until almost the tenth chapter. But in my notebook, he comes around now. There was like a long training scene that extended until then, but I dumbed it down. I don't like dragging stories out, so yeah. Here we go! When we left off, Sam wasn't convinced about anything...poor guy.

spnfanforlife-Aw! Poor Sammy. Oh snap! Run Dean run! This darling means business!

Whisper-Awww! I loves him! *sticks him on my fridge*

1hotpepper-*keeps coloring* What's the squiggles game?

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Time For a Hunt!

A few weeks later

Sam wiped the sweat of his brow with a towel, and headed for the shower in his room. After resting for a few more days, he started training. Sparring, weapons, etc. to fight against Lucifer. He also started learning incantations and such in Enochian, and learning Enochian in general. He also studied more on angels. After a week he was well versed in angels and Enochian.

He stepped into the shower and moaned happily at the warm pulsing spray as it relieved his aches and pains. He just got done with sword training with Michael. He said sword play might essential, thus he started training. He found he was quite good at handling a sword.

He finished up and dried off, then got dressed. He took another towel and started drying his hair which got a little longer during the weeks he had been here at the manor. He took a hair tie and pulled his hair back into a "lazy" ponytail. Which he admitted to himself, looked good on him.

Sam left the bathroom and headed downstairs and smelled something good cooking in the kitchen. Despite Gabriel loving nothing but sweets, he was a great cook!

"So what's on the lunch menu today?" Sam asked with a smirk.

"Today, is a grilled chicken sandwich with homemade baked potato chips." Gabriel said with a smile.

"Sounds good. Need any help?" Sam asked.

"Nope. Just sit down, and let the master work." Gabriel said.

Sam scoffed. "Master right. And I'm the King of England."

"Well your Majesty, you better behave or no cookies." Gabriel said.

Sam pouted. He was a bit of a cookie monster, and he wanted a cookie. So he guessed he'd have to behave.

"So, how did sword training go?" Gabriel asked.

"Fine. Actually, I'm surprised I can handle a sword." Sam said.

"You handle a sword beautifully Sam. It will serve you well." Michael said.

"Thanks." Sam smiled.

He ate his lunch while Gabriel and Michael were discussing possible hunts. Sam finished his meal and washed his dish, then placed it into the dish drainer.

"What a werewolf?" Gabe asked.

"Is it time in the lunar cycle for a werewolf?" Sam asked.

"Indeed. The next full moon is tomorrow." Michael said.

"Well, if we take the werewolf hunt we're going to have to book it. Where is it anyways?" Sam asked.

"North Carolina. We'll just poof there. Safe some time. There's another safe house there I have." Gabriel said.

"Alright. Give me a few minutes to pack and we'll head off." Sam said.

Meanwhile

Dean was knee deep in research in trying to figure out what he's hunting. He's pretty sure it's werewolf, but he isn't positive. He sighed and threw the book on the floor. He wished Sam was here. He would've figured it out by now.

He regretted what he said that night he kicked Sam out. He didn't mean it, not by a long shot. All of it was said out of anger and frustration. He didn't hate his little brother. There was nothing in the world that could make him hate him. Like his father, he let his mouth get a head of him and Sam took the burnt of his rage. He would do anything to get him back.

In fact, he had been looking for his brother while he hunted. But as the days went by, with no luck, he grew more and more distressed at not finding Sam.

Dean ran a hand down his face. He wanted his baby back, but he was gone, and he had no idea where he was or if he was even alive. That was a lie. He would know if Sam was dead. He felt a few times that his baby was in distress, but then there was nothing afterwards.

"Dammit Sammy. You can quit hiding now. Big brother wants you home." Dean whispered to himself.

"Dean?" Castiel asked.

"Hey Cas." Dean said.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"No. I want my brother home." Dean said.

"Dean-" Castiel began.

"Don't Castiel. Just don't. Nothing you say will make this alright. I just want to finish this hunt and go." Dean said.

"Very well." Castiel said and got to work.

Dean picked up the book he threw and re opened, and got back to work. He wanted to be looking for his brother, but he needed to get this hunt done and over with first. He just hoped he would find Sammy soon.

Little did Dean know, his brother was closer than he thought.

There you guys and gals go! So, I'll try to update tomorrow if I can, but again, I might lose internet. Sorry y'all :(

Until Next Time! *Starts counting down the days to the season premiere of Supernatural*