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After having taken a tour of the cabin he found out it included three rooms. One bathroom, one bedroom, one big room which included a mini kitchen, a fireplace, a ratty couch and a small table with 3 chairs, along with the chair that Sam was asleep in. He also found an impressive amount of weapons and whiskey. He wondered if Winchesters liked things that started with W.

Right now he was sitting on the ratty couch staring at Sam. He was tired but he didn't want to fall asleep, in case Sam woke up and tried to kill him before he could explain to him who he was if Sam couldn't remember their conversation. He had heard that Sam was level headed which he had definitely not seen last night. Of course it was probably because Dean was M.I.A, in purgatory he corrected himself, if what Sam had screamed at him last night was to be believed. He blinked, watching Sam sleep wasn't exactly exhilarating. He reached his hand up to rub at his eyes which were starting to feel like sandpaper, maybe he could close his eyes for a few moments.

Xander woke up sometime later to a loud groan and he winced, bad hangover just like he had predicted. Sam still had his eyes closed and didn't seem to notice he had spent the night in a chair yet. Sam's eyes opened slowly as he looked to the left. He knew the exact second Sam saw him when he tried to get up. Which didn't work real well since apparently due to the way he had slept in the chair, something was still asleep. Sam was looking at him confused and leery.

"Who...who are you?" So Sam's memory from last night had some holes in it.

"What do you remember from last night?" Sam blinked several times and shook his head, then clutched at it in pain. Xander decided to just come out and say it and hope the reaction was better than it was last night.

"I'm possibly your brother." Sam glared at him and got up out of the chair kind of jerkily. He reached for something at his side, probably the knife that had been there until Xander had removed it while he was sleeping as a precaution. Xander tensed as Sam started coming towards him, then saw him turn and sprint towards the direction of the bathroom. Xander grimaced, very sucky hangover.

Sam had tried to threaten him again, so Xander nearly left then because the door was wide open and it wasn't like Sam believed him anyway. Xander sighed, he must be crazy. He went to the cabin's kitchen sink and filled up a cup with water, grabbed the bottle of pills he had found during the night and headed towards the bathroom. As he got closer, he grimaced as he heard Sam being sick. He went in and put the cup and pills on the sink. Sam looked up and stared at him for a moment before continuing.

"Do you want anything else?" Xander asked. Sam glared at him.

"What make you think we're brothers?"

"My mom told me. She said she got pregnant before John went into the marines and she never told him. But I saw her year book. There was a picture of John in there, and it looks similar to the pictures I've found of him online. He would have been 18 when I was conceived so the ages fit." Sam wiped his mouth, having finished vomiting, stood up and grimaced again. Xander took the pills from the sink and waved them in Sam's face.

"Sure you don't want any pills?" Sam's eyes flickered to the bottle, then off it to a segment of the floor. He seemed to be in deep thought so Xander decided to let Sam figure out what he wanted to say and just stay quiet. It took him a few minutes but Sam eventually looked up into his eyes.

"Even if we are brothers, what do you expect us to do? Just hug and become a family?" Xander sighed.

"Sam I don't know what I expected. I just wanted to see you and let you know. We're not children, we've lived our lives without each other."

"So what, you're just going to leave your brother in Purgatory?" Sam bitterly accused him.

"You know Sam, you're kind of giving me mixed signals here."

"I need Dean." the younger man wasn't even drunk now, although he was hung

over.

"Sam, I need you to give me a straight answer. You can think about it, but I want you to give me an answer as soon as you can. Do you want me here or not?" Sam blinked and looked away again, then left the room. Xander let him go. If he needed time to think he would let him think. He gave him about ten minutes, then got sick of being in the bathroom, so he went into the other room.

"You have got to be kidding me." Xander said under his breath at the sight that met his eyes. Sam was drinking again. Buffy always said that little sisters were pains in the ass. Little brothers seemed to be that way as well. Xander made his way over to him and held out his hand for the bottle. Sam ignored his hand and took another drink.

"Sam." Xander said. "You're hung over and you're drinking.

"Whether or not you are my brother, you can't tell me what to do!"

"Dean's in purgatory and you want to get him out. How do you plan on doing that?" Xander found himself pushed against a wall. The look in Sam's eyes was one of anger and desperation. Boy this guy was hurting without Dean.

"Don't talk about Dean, you don't know him." Xander tried to remain calm.

"No Sam, I don't. But I do know you're never going to find a way to get him out by drinking yourself to death. I'm wrong that purgatory isn't where you would go?"

"No I'd probably go back to the cage with Lucifer and Adam." After a few moments he added, "Adam is my younger brother."

"I know, you told me last night." Sam sat down and fiddled with the bottle in his hand but didn't take another drink.

"I've looked for months and I haven't found anything."

"Maybe I can help."

"How?" Sam asked suspiciously.

"I have resources."

"What's your name?" he asked. Xander laughed, he had been talking with Sam all last night and this morning and this was the first time Sam asked. Of course he wasn't really at the top of his game with being drunk, then being hung over.

"Xander."

"Last name, Xander?"

"Harris." he seemed surprised.

"I've heard of you. You're a decent hunter." he looked suspicious again, "If you are who you say you are?" Sam got up and rummaged through his bags and brought out a flask and a knife. He hoped it wasn't whiskey Sam handed to him.

"It's holy water. Drink it." Xander took the flask from him, holy water always tasted a little weirder than regular water but it had never made him smoke.

"I'd rather use mine if that's okay with you?" He took the silver knife he had holstered to his leg and gave it to Sam to inspect and Sam gave it back after he looked at it for a minute. Xander hated doing this, but it was necessary in order to gain trust. He dragged it across his forearm and showed it to Sam. The blood was red and it wasn't smoking.

"Now you," although he had already done most of the test while Sam was asleep. Sam took his holy water and drank it and then sliced his forearm as well, showing him the wound. Red blood, no smoke, not leviathans, demon or shapeshifter.

"So neither one of us is a monster," Sam said slowly, at least none of the monsters which couldn't pass the test.

"You said you had resources. What kind of resources?"

"I'm associated with Cleveland Headquarters."

"Cleveland Headquarters?"

"It's a slayer house."

"Oh, for hellmouth types of demons. I remember my dad telling me if I was within 250 miles of an active hellmouth the rules were different. He taught us the rules about hellmouth monsters too. When I was 17 he told us that Sunnydale fell and the one in Cleveland was guarded. So unless we happened to run into one that strayed outside that radius we didn't need to worry about them too much. What kind of resources do they have there?"

"Well Willow for one, she's crazy smart and she's also a powerful Wiccan." At Sams' look of alarm he added quickly,

"A good witch, a very good witch."A lot of hunters hunted bad witches. Some didn't even seem to think that there was any difference between a good witch and a bad witch."Not to mention a large library full of books on demons, most of them for the hellmouth variety, but I'm sure we can find something out."

"We?"

"Well yeah, like I said, we don't have to hang out or ever talk to each other again if you don't want to, but if you do want my resources I'm going to have to come with you to vouch for you, they won't let you in otherwise."

"What about angels, does it have stuff on angels?"

"I don't know. Probably, why?"

"Cas is with Dean." Xander nodded, remembering that tidbit of information now. Sam and Dean had an angel friend who swallowed a bunch of creatures to get power, then sent them back, all except for the Leviathans. A lot of people had died because of the Leviathans and a lot of people had died because of the apocalypse. If he wanted to get to know his brothers he probably had to overlook that. Sam looked around the cabin and then to Xander.

"How soon can we get there?"

"We can leave right after I get some sleep. It will take us about 9 hours."

"Or we could leave now and you can sleep while I drive." Sam countered. Xander sighed, yes it would be faster, but he was kind of leery of Sam. He had held a gun to him and went for his knife all in the last 24 hours. He wasn't sure he could sleep in the car with Sam being in the same car. Of course he seemed a bit more rational then he had before, then Xander remembered Sam had been drinking. He was glad he could use that, rather than tell him he wasn't sure he could trust him

"You're drunk." Sam looked down at the bottle by him and sighed.

"I'm not drunk but I understand."

"So you sober up and I sleep and then we'll hit the road." Sam nodded looking morose. Xander picked himself up and moved to the couch. Even though this wasn't Sam's place it was a hunter's cabin, he didn't feel right taking the bed. He had only slept a few hours before being woken up and now that the drama was at a lower level he felt exhausted. He took off his jacket and his shoes and used his jacket as a blanket. For the couch looking so ratty it felt extremely comfortable and he was asleep within minutes.

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