Here is the next chapter, I hope that it answers some of the questions that you may have been asking. Please tell me what you think about the way this story is playing out. I'd love to hear what everyone has to say.

****If you read the last chapter the day it was posted you may have missed the last couple of paragraphs. I realized after at the version that was uploaded was not the final saved version. If you are confused please go back and see if you missed a little at the end. Sorry about this. Thanks for reading!"********

Sam was trying to calm his nerves, after months of watching Dean from a far without being able to talk to him or contact him, Sam was afraid to read what his choices had been to his brother. Quietly telling himself to grow up and calm down, Sam began to read the words on the page.

Dear Sammy,

Ok, that just sounds crazy. I can believe that I'm going to be one of those Dear diary people, but I just really need to talk to someone. I need to talk to you Sam. It's hard without you, Sammy it's been hard.

I got married; some woman was actually nuts enough to say yes. Her name's Susan Browning you would say that she's way too good for me. We have a little baby girl. I named her Samantha, after you.

Susan's gone now; I don't really know what to do. That's why I'm writing to you Sam. I just need to believe for a couple of moments that you are still around, that I'm not all alone with this tiny life.

Sam lifted his head and tried to fight back the sudden tears that filled his eyes. Dean had needed him, had needed help and for some reason he hadn't been there to give it to him. Sam was a sorry excuse for a brother of that he was absolutely sure. Dean would never have stayed away from him for so long, he would never had left Sam to mourn his death for so long. Yet Sam had done just that, and here was the proof that it was going to fail.

Sam turned his attention to the next entry. He was slowly let himself be drawn into his brother's words again, words that had been so carefully taken down in Dad's journal.

Last night they came for Samantha.

Sam felt a quick intake of breath rush into his lungs.

We were lucky though she wasn't in her bedroom. Sammy had another nightmare, so she crawled into my bed like she usually does when she's scared. When they broke in, she was safe snuggled into my chest. Thank God.

Sam slowly let a sigh of relief escape; he knew that it was ridiculous to have been worried; Samantha was in the next room.

I heard the sound of glass shattering as they broke into her window. I had her in my arms and we were out of the house before they realized that we were gone. I got us into the Impala and out of the driveway as they attacked the roof of the car. My poor little girl screaming all the way. We are safe though; it took a while for Samantha to calm down enough to sleep. She only did when I ran my fingers through her hair and sang some Zeppelin to her.

Sam let out a laugh that sounded like a bark. She was definitely Dean's child.

We made it to Bobby's safely. Sammy was happy to see her grandpa but she has been quieter then usual. I have to agree with Bobby, if there are demons after my girl, I might have to change my mind and train her to hunt. I just want her to stay a little girl for a while longer she's only 6.

So Dean had tried to protect his daughter from this life, it had only been out of necessity that he had begun to train his daughter.

Sam I might understand how Dad felt years ago. To watch Sammy shoot 5 straight targets dead centre made me proud and devastated all at the same time. Being a parent sucks dude, you Sammy she's worth it.

Samantha is a lot like you. She has those puppy dog eyes that prey on you until she gets what she wants. She's really smart too; she's always reading stories to anyone who will sit still long enough. To think Sam that my child would turn out like you, it's kind of annoying sometimes actually.

Sam grinned, Dean was still giving him a hard time even through death. Maybe Samantha had some similarities to him, but he could see Dean shining out of her. She was definitely his brother's child.

Sam flipped forward a couple of pages; he saw an entry marked June 10th 2035.

Sam is alive. I don't know how or anything really other then Sam is alive, and I have to save him. A demon has him; she says that she's had him for a long time. Where he was or why he hasn't tried to find me for all these years, I wish I knew.

This demon is called Monika; she sent me a message telling me where she's hidden him. I know it's a trap she's testing me to see if I'll come for him. I have to at least try and save Sam, it's still my job. It will always be my job. I've got a plan.

Sam could also here his brother's voice in his head, speaking those words. He could hear the barely contained panic and fear of losing your family once again.

Samantha will not know about this. I'm not going to tell her where I'm going or what I'm doing. If nothing else she will be kept safe.

Sam turned the page. It was blank; he flipped casually a couple more pages to be meet with the stark white of the empty pages. That was Dean's last entry he thought, his heart jumping into his throat.

"He died that night." The soft voice broke into his thoughts, catching him by surprise. He had not seen or heard the bathroom door open. He wondered idly how long Samantha had been watching him.

"What happened?" Sam asked, his eyes downcast on his brother's words scrawl on the page.

"They were holding you in a warehouse. I followed him and meet him in the parking lot outside. He was furious." Samantha said with a hollow laugh that did not reach her eyes. "I told him that we Winchesters stick together and he wasn't going to dump me like last weeks casserole. Dad entered the building first. Monika was waiting; I guess she had some grudge on him for something he did years ago. She wanted to make Dad suffer so she kept him away from you. She didn't know that I was sneaking in to get you, while she was sharing her evil plan with Dad."

"But what was Dean's plan?"

"He had blessed the water in the fire extinguishing system. He set it off and the water burned her. While she was busy he got out of the building."

"And you had gotten me out another way while this was going on?" Sam asked cautiously.

"Yeah, and let me tell you it was not easy. You were partly unconscious and may I say that you need to knock it off on the burgers." Samantha smiled wryly, always pleased to tease her family members.

Sam smiled in return; she had a way of making him feel like everything would turn out all right in the end. "It kind of seems too easy to me."

"It was." The finality in her tone spoke volumes and Sam felt the dread creep back up his spine to settle in his gut.

"She knew we would get you out. She let us escape. Monika's great plan was to let you and Dean see each other again after 25 years, then kill you."

Sam closed his eyes against the pain that he could feel as if it was actually happening right in that moment. To be able to hug Dean and speak to him again, just to have him ripped away again would almost kill him.

He looked up at Samantha. Her eyes were unfocused as she stared at the memories that were playing in her mind. "She sent hellhounds they ripped into both of you. You screamed for each other, Dad screamed for me to get out of there." Her body was trembling so hard, that Sam could see her rattling her across the room. Samantha brought her hands up to each side of her head, tangling in her hair. "I can still hear your screaming in my head."

Twin green orbs of pure pain met Sam's eyes and he was moving towards her in an instant. He just made it across the more before Samantha's knees buckled and she fell into her uncle's arms. Sam lowered both of them to the ground and held the pieces of Samantha together as sobs racked through her, the terrible rattling of her chest filling the room. Samantha whispered words almost did not make it to his ears. "I had to find a way to stop it, to change it from happening somehow. Neither of you are going to hell again, if I can help it"

Tears silently rolled down Sam's face, he did not make a move to brush them aside. He simply pushed his face into Samantha's soft blond hair. This was the future he had chosen for his brother. A future that was filled with so much pain that his niece would go back in time to change the events that led to the death of her family.

Samantha froze in his arms. Sam pulled back to ask her what was wrong, when she brought her hand up in a gesture to keep quiet. There was a distinct clip of heels approaching down the hallway. Their apartment as the last one on this floor and was quite a ways away from any other rooms. No one should be coming near this room, usual they were coming here.

Sam jumped to his feet, brushed the tears hurriedly aside. He almost made it to his gun before the door was rammed open. An invisible wall of force slammed into both him and Samantha sending each colliding into opposing walls. Sam struggled against the unseen hands of power that kept him immobilized. He felt his airway begin to narrow, until he was unable to pull any sweet air into his lungs. He could do nothing, except open his mouth wide in a mad attempt taste even a tiny spill of oxygen. He could hear Samantha screaming angry words at the figure hovering in the hall. At least he knew that Samantha was still breathing, he thought in a crazed haze as the darkness crept around the edges of his vision.

Monika entered the room, glancing at both of the Sams with disinterest. She smiled and Sam felt a chill steal through him at the thought of what she still had planned for them.

His last thought before the black turn control was, I really need my brother right now.