Disclaimer: Not mine.

Never tried writing the Highlander cast before and it's been nearly 20yrs since I saw the tv show though I have seen the movie with Duncan in it more recently. I will not be writing accents though, no way could I write a Scottish accent.

Also, if anyone is interested in writing a sequel to New World please let me know.

Chapter 11

Methos stared at the two young men standing awkwardly inside of Mac's dojo. He'd recognised Sam instantly from Jess' photos but he had never expected to meet him or his brother. And what were the odds his brother would be one of them? He studied the older brother, taking in his build and the way he stood, like a soldier as he looked around. Sam was the more open of the two but Methos suspected that as the younger brother he had been more protected from things. He smiled slightly as Jess wrapped an arm around the mortal's waist. It was good to see her happy but he was worried what would happen to her and now Dean when Sam eventually died. He'd met a few hunters over the millennia, very few lived to reach forty let alone die of old age.

Sam watched as MacLeod worked with his brother. He winced in sympathy as Dean hit the mats hard. He was so glad it was Dean fighting the immortal and not him. It looked even worse than training with their Dad! "Want to help me warm up?" Sam shivered as Jess whispered to him and turned to look at her, swallowing as he saw her work out clothes. He nodded and followed her out onto the other set of mats.

Dean went down and glanced over, shaking his head as he saw Sam and Jess 'sparing'. "Get a room you two! Children could walk by." He called and Duncan looked over, chuckling in amusement at the sight. Sam and Jess parted, breathing hard and Sam shot a glare at his brother, they were not that bad! But he did grab a water bottle and down some, wiping the sweat away.

"Dean pay attention to your own training or I'll convince Adam to help your training." She smirked and Dean gulped, he had the feeling that would be bad.

Dean smiled as Jess dragged Sam out on a date. It was good to see his little brother happy but at the back of his mind was the nagging worry over what would happen when Sam started getting older and they didn't. It scared him to death, the thought of seeing Sam die one day made him feel sick. He couldn't lose his baby brother.

"Don't worry about it." Dean looked over as Adam slouched on the couch.

"What?"

"Sam. He will die one day, all mortals do. Even we die eventually, there can be only one after all if you believe in the Game. Just make the most of the time you have with your family."

"So wisdom comes with age?"

Adam snorted. "Experience is better than age."

Dean eyed him. "How old are you?"

"That's for me to know and you to wonder."

"Older than Duncan definitely." Dean decided and Adam just smirked. Dean shook his head and turned the tv on.

Jess blinked sleepily and then sat up, gently rubbing Sam's back as he panted for air, eyes wide. "Shh Sam, it was just a dream. You're alright." She soothed. His nightmares were really starting to worry her.

"Have to go." Sam mumbled, getting up.

"Sam? What's going on?" She got up and pulled him into her arms. "Just slow down and talk to me." She gently pushed sweat matted hair off his face.

"We have to go, I…he's dead." Sam gently pulled away and grabbed his bag. "Dean!" He burst into his brothers' room and Dean bolted upright.

"Sam?"

"We need to go now, hunt." Sam tossed clothes at Dean who blinked in confusion and looked at Jess who shrugged. Dean got up and Jess left to let him dress while walking into her kitchen to make sandwiches and coffee for the road. She didn't like what was happening to Sam, it scared her. Oh she wasn't scared of Sam, she could never be. She was scared for him. And Dean was too new to be travelling the country. At least here he was relatively safe with four older Immortals around to intercept challenges. She sighed as she poured the coffee into travel mugs, the apartment would be too quiet without them.

Dean grabbed Sam, terrified as his brother stared through him, seeing something Dean couldn't. "Sam? Come on kiddo, snap out of it! Please." He shook him gently and Sam suddenly gasped, crumpling in Dean's hold. "Take it easy, I've got you. Just breathe." Dean urged, trying to hide his fear over whatever that episode was. He just held his little brother as he trembled and tried to breathe.

"It's happening again, something's gonna kill Roger Miller." Sam finally answered him but didn't move from Dean's protective hold. His head hurt so much.

The Impala pulled up as Roger approached the entrance of his building with a bag of groceries. "Hey Roger." Sam called after winding down his window.

"What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone."

"Please!" Sam yelled but Roger kept going. Dean quickly parked the Impala at the curb and they jumped out. "Hey. Roger. We're trying to help!" Sam ran after him. "Please! Hey, hey hey hey hey." Sam made it to the door just as Roger shut it.

"I don't want your help." Roger snapped at them through the closed door and then walked away.

"We're not priests, you gotta listen to us!" Sam yelled through the glass.

"Roger, you're in danger!" Dean tried. "Come on. Come on come on." He looked around and then they took off around the corner, finding a back entrance but it was locked. Dean managed to kick it open and they quickly moved to the fire escape and ran up until they reached Roger's level. Sam froze as he heard a window slide down and a wet, squelching noise. Dean moved past him and grabbed the railing, looking a little pale. Roger's head was in the flower bead under the window with his blood coating the window, sill and starting to drip down the wall. "Start wiping down your fingerprints, we don't want the cops to know we were here. Come on, come on!" They both pulled out bits of rag and started wiping the railings. "I'm gunna take a look inside." He muttered, pushing the window up and slipping inside even as Sam kept cleaning their prints off.

Sam cried out in denial as Dean dropped, the gunshot echoing in the small bedroom. He went to tackle Max but the other male turned to aim at him and Sam froze, trembling in rage. He forced himself not to look at Dean's body, not wanting to see how much damage the bullet had done to him. "Max stop! You have to stop this."

"Not till she's dead."

"And what did Dean do to deserve that?" Sam snapped, fighting tears. Dean was dead, again. He'd seen Jess come back from a gunshot wound before, he'd seen Dean wake up from the electrocution but it was still hard to make himself believe Dean wasn't permanently dead.

"He got in the way!" Max yelled and then cried out in shock as someone slammed into him. Sam bit back a sob of relief as he saw Dean tackle Max to the floor, knocking the gun away and Sam scooped it up to keep it away from Max.

Sam grabbed Mrs Miller and shoved her out into the hallway. "Run." He ordered and she didn't need to be told twice. Sam spun back to the combatants as something crashed and found Dean leaning against the wall, staring in shock. Sam winced as he saw Max, well his lower body under the massive solid wood dresser. "Dean?" Sam fell to his knees beside his brother, gently wiping at the blood coating the side of his head.

"I'm okay Sammy." Dean was still staring at Max's body. "I…I think that was meant to be me."

"We need to get out of here, can you walk?"

"Yeah." Sam pulled him up and they ran for the Impala.

Dean sat still and let Sam fuss, he had seen him die again after all. He'd died again. It was….strange. He remembered Max yelling and waving the gun and then the feeling of incredible pressure and then nothing until he heard Sam and Max arguing. It was one thing to know he'd come back and another to die again. Dean closed his eyes and relaxed as Sam gently washed the blood from his face, he could feel his brother shaking and swore mentally. This hunt had been a mess from the start. "I'm okay." He whispered and opened his eyes to give Sam a smile.

"I saw you….it was so much worse than the first time. There was no blood then, nothing."

"I know. I'm sorry Sammy."

"Not your fault." Sam collapsed on his own bed and Dean could see he was trembling slightly.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked and Sam shrugged listlessly.

"Other than finding out I'm some sort of psychic freak?"

"Hey. You are not a freak. Don't you ever say that again, or let Jess hear you even thinking it." He teased and Sam blinked before smiling slightly.

"Yeah."

"And maybe the two old guys will know something." Dean offered and Sam blinked before grinning.

"Yeah." He agreed. They'd been around for centuries, they had to have run into something similar.

TBC...