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Title: Brother, Where Art Thou?

Chapter Title: Chapter Eight

Setting: Part of this story is AU. Part of it isn't. The real Supernatural world is set a couple months after AHBL. Sam's 24, Dean's 28.

Summary: What if, along with killing Mary that night, the demon also kidnapped Sam? Dean missed his brother greatly throughout his life, but learned to move on, hunting and killing things with his father. But now they've heard about a young Stanford student dying the same way Mary had, and this mystery leads him to the one person who's been missing from his life…

Authors Note: The original Sam and Dean from the non-au word are just going to be Sam and Dean. The alternate guys? They'll be Alt. Sam and Alt. Dean. Chyea.

Warnings: mentions of wincest. zomg.

-.-.-.- Non-AU -.-.-.-

"Oh come on!" Dean yelled out as he looked around a forest, shaking his head slightly as Sam, who was now kneeling next to him, was puking. Bobby had just transported them into an alternate universe with some spell he had found somewhere or other, and apparently Bobby didn't have a house in the same place in this universe. Considering they were standing in the middle of a freaking forest! What the hell was with their luck lately!?

Sam looked up at Dean and looked around the forest. Fan-fucking-tastic. First that little trip of theirs makes him even more nauseous and now he finds out that they're not even where they're supposed to be? The plan was the find the alternate Sam and Dean, kill Mr. Big Bad, and go off on their merry way back to their own world where everything's fixed. This was not how it was supposed to be. They didn't even know where they were!

Dean sighed and ran a hand across his face, looking down at Sam, a disgusted look upon his face when Sam started puking again. Dean looked around the forest again and scratched his head. He couldn't believe this. "Alright, Sam, hurry up and finish losing your breakfast. We have to get out of this place."

"Dean… I didn't have breakfast."

Raising his eyebrows, Dean looked down at Sam, his eyes falling on the puke. "Then what's that chunk in there?"

Sam also looked down, scrunching up his nose in disgust. "I don't know…"

"Gross," Dean said simply before shaking his head and picking up his bag of goodies, walking away from his brother. If he remembered right, they were facing the east part of Bobby's house, which meant that if they turned right and just kept walking, they'd run into a town… Well, hopefully. If Bobby's house wasn't in the same spot, who knew if the towns were, too?

"Dean…" Sam started with a worried tone, standing up. "How do we know if Bobby's even alive in this reality?"

Dean stopped walking and thought for a moment, before looking back at his brother. Sam had a point. It was an alternate reality, after all. That meant everything wasn't the same. Some people weren't alive, some people weren't dead, some things didn't happen… And one of those things might have been Bobby's parents meeting up. "Oh crap."

-.-.-.-

After what felt like hours of walking, Sam and Dean were finally in a motel room, Sam laying down on the bed with a damp washcloth on his forehead, reading the newspaper because he couldn't sleep. Dean, on the other hand, was sitting down at the desk, on the laptop. Hey, if they were going to be able to save their other selves, they had to find them, right? Then again, they may not be able to. Which would basically make this whole trip pointless and Sam would be screwed. They were good at covering their tracks. Who's to say that their alternate selves didn't do the same?

"Dean…" Sam started.

"Sam, I'm kind of busy," Dean said, rolling his eyes. He didn't turn from the laptop.

"Dean, really, look at this," Sam said before slowly getting off the bed and wobbling his way over to his brother, handing him the newspaper.

There, on top of page A1, was a big heading: Fire Marshall Dean Winchester Saves Orphans.

Dean raised his eyebrows and looked back at Sam, who shrugged slightly. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Dean nodded, before blowing up. "This is fucking fantastic! Either we're in the wrong reality, or our alternate selves are freakin' do gooders who don't know a damn thing about the supernatural!"

Grabbing an extra chair, Sam sat down at the desk and stole the laptop from his brother, typing in a few things. "Well, it doesn't matter. We have to figure out how to help them, or get to where we're supposed to be." After a few moments, he gave the laptop back to Dean, two addresses on it. One of them the alternate Dean's, and one the alternate Bobby's. Damn Sam and his nerd-like ways.

-.-.-.-

"Alright, just… let me do the talking," Dean said, knocking on the door of the alternate Dean's house. Honestly, he hadn't a clue what he was going to say. That he was the guy's twin? Or, what, was he supposed to tell him the truth? Yeah, not quite. The dude was sure to be freaked out. Considering the guy was a Fire Marshall, Dean was suddenly under the impression that he had connections and him and Sam were going to spend years in an alternate reality's mental institution. Great.

A minute later, a very interesting sight met their eyes. Alt. Sam opened the door, only a bed sheet around his waist. That wasn't the weird part, though. He was wearing black eyeliner, had black nail polish, had a tattoo on his chest, and had the most emo haircut Dean had ever seen. Yeah, he'd never complain about Sam being emo again.

"What the fuck!?" Alt. Sam yelled out, his eyes quickly looking back and forth between Sam and Dean. Sam looked completely mortified at his alternate self's sense of fashion. Yeah, who wouldn't?

"What is it?" Suddenly, the door swung open further, and Alt. Dean appeared… with only a blanket wrapped around him.

Dean's eyes suddenly went wide, and Sam looked like he was about to be sick again. Yeah, Dean didn't blame him. "Oh my god! Were you two…? Like… With each other!? That's so wrong!"

"What the zonads!?" Alt. Dean yelled, looking just as freaked out as his little brother. At least, Dean hoped they weren't brothers in this reality. Because that would be so, so very wrong.

Allowing himself a shudder, Dean looked back at Sam, all the color drained from his little brother's face. Shaking his head, Dean then looked back at their alternate selves. "Umm… Could we come in… for just a moment…?"

"Who the fuck are you?" Alt. Sam said, standing in front of his brother in a protective manner, looking about ready to punch Dean in the face.

"Look, you probably don't want any of your neighbors seeing double when they look out their windows, do you?" Sam asked from behind Dean. "So you should probably let us in to explain."

Alt. Dean and Alt. Sam shared a look before they opened the door further, allowing the two in… but not before Dean let lose another shudder.

-.-.-.-

"This is crazy!" Alt. Dean said after Sam and Dean had finished explaining about the supernatural, Sam's visions, yada yada yada. Thankfully, both of their alternate selves were fully dressed out… though Sam and Dean would never forget the memory. They weren't standing so close now.

"Yeah, says the guy who's fucking his little brother," Dean said, crossing his arms. He gave a dry gag, shaking his head.

"You want to repeat that?" Alt. Sam said, glaring at Dean with his arms crossed. Damn, what was with this? Sam's alternate self apparently thought he was bad ass. Yeah, whatever. Dean could still beat the shit out of him.

"Is incest against the law in this reality too?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows. God, this was so wrong. So, so very wrong.

"Can we forget about that and talk about the fact that you're insane?" Alt. Dean asked, rolling his eyes.

"No, you've scarred me for life!" Sam said, still looking queasy. "The thought of Dean and I… Oh god." He shuddered.

"There's nothing wrong with it," Alt. Dean said, shrugging. "So what if we like to screw around? Sam's my little brother. Which—"

"Which makes it completely wrong," Dean interrupted.

Alt. Dean glared at his counterpart. "Which means it's about love."

"You're in love with me!?" Sam cried out, looking mortified.

"No, not you. Him," Alt. Dean said, pointing to Alt. Sam.

"Oh, don't even get me started on him," Dean said, shaking his head. "He's taken the whole emo/goth thing to a whole new level."

"If you don't shut up, I'm gonna take you to a whole new level," Alt. Sam said, cracking his knuckles.

"Sam, step off, okay?" Alt. Dean said, raising his eyebrows, looking oh so needy and vulnerable. Dean wanted to throw a brick at his head. But Alt. Sam sat down, looking moody. No, wait. Dean wanted to throw a brick at his head.

"Sam, I'm pretty sure we have the wrong universe," Dean said, looking over at his brother. When he noticed that Sam looked like he was about to pass out, he went into overprotective big brother mode. "Sam?" The next moment, Sam passed out, landing on the floor hard. "Shit, Sam!" Dean immediately dove to his brother's rescue, trying to shake him awake. Alt. Dean also looked worried and knelt down. They gave each other a look before nodding and picking Sam up, setting him on the couch.

"God damnit, Sam, you little bitch!" Dean yelled, kicking the base of the couch. He immediately winced. "Fuck!"

"Jeez, you swear a lot," Alt. Dean said, staring at his counterpart.

"Yeah? Well you don't swear enough, bitch," Dean said before kneeling down next to Sam, resting the top of his hand on Sam's forehead. "He's burning up. Shit. If we don't get him to the right universe soon, he's going to die."

-.-.-.-

Haley: Yeahhh… that's it. For now.

Dean: Wow. Our counterparts are fags.

Haley: Um, wincest is hot. Durhhh.

Sam: …… o.o ……

Haley: Alright, I'm cutting this short cause I wanna finish my first chapter of my new Degrassi story, so please review! Love lots!