I know it has been a long time but here is another bit!

"Where the hell have you three been?" Ellen asked the morning after Dean Forester's disappearing act.

"To hangover central," Winchester said as the other two came in behind him, a little worse for wear. "So we'll have two greasy pork sandwiches preferably fried in yesterday's garbage if you please."

"I hate you!" a pale Sam muttered as he found the couch.

"Yeah sure you do," came the reply. "Or do you want to go and do your Titanic impression again, Leo?"

"What?" Sam asked his grinning brother as he got out his cell to show the picture of Sam's antics to Ellen.

"Sure, King of the World now aren't you!" Winchester said with a grin. "At least motor mouth over there didn't decide to join you while you burst into that Celine number last night.

"Cut the bull, I did not," Sam said lying back on the couch.

"Would have," Winchester said with a smile.

"And Motor mouth?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, you kind of decided to get out of the one sided conversation we were having when you decided the robot was more interesting."

"I remember that," Forester said, he looked over at Sam. "Are you usually that coordinated on the dance floor?"

"Blow me!" Sam grumbled causing Forester to blush.

"How you feeling? You moving okay?" Jo asked Forester as tried to make himself smaller as he stood in the corner of the room. "Dean, are you okay? You still moving, okay?"

"What?" Forester replied.

"How are you feeling, Forester?" she asked again. "How's your ribs or your head?"

He shrugged, not sure what was making him more embarrassed at that moment, the heavy metal band in his head, the fact that he was being brought back here with his tail between his legs. He bit his lip. "I'm okay, I suppose – they are about the same."

"Good. Don't want to hurting yourself again, do you?" she replied causing him to give her a shy smile

"See we took good care of him," Winchester replied. "Even made sure he was tucked up last night."

"Glad to see you're all back, though," she said with a nod before her mother addressed them. "Bobby's been looking for you guys."

"He back?" Sam asked.

"Got back late," Ellen said. "Been quiet."

"No idea what he is thinking, huh?" Winchester asked to which she shrugged. He nodded making a move towards the kitchen while hitting his brother. "Come on Sasquatch."

"Great," Sam said slowly getting up to make a move.

"You too," Ellen said addressing Forester.

"Me?" he asked. "Why?"

"Maybe he's found something out to help you," She raised an eyebrow, "But don't look like you've lose the use of your legs, so why don't you go ask the man."

"Okay," Forester said as he started to follow the other two.

Bobby was standing at his kitchen counter reading a pamphlet that had come from a box that was sitting in front of him.

"You have a good time at wherever you disappeared to?" Winchester asked after a moment of silence.

"Yep," came the curt reply.

"And are you going to tell us?" Sam asked.

He didn't even look up, "Nope."

"Do you want some privacy?" Forester asked, not to sure what to say.

"No," Bobby said.

"So, you know we found that guy?" Winchester said with a scratch of his head. "Isn't willing to call off the dogs but we kind of – well, county psyche should be providing his care for a long while."

"That's good," Bobby said as he picked something out of the box.

"I suppose you also know…."

"That Sam called Ruby and she's been sniffing around my yard?" Bobby matter a factly replied. "Yep, been told."

"And you have nothing to say on this?" Winchester asked causing Bobby to turn round.

"Someone owes me 500 bucks plus postage and packaging," he calmly said.

Sam automatically went for his wallet before stopping. "What, why?"

"Because you do," Bobby said handing the boy the pamphlet before going for the coffee pot.

"No, no, no, no!" Winchester firmly said as he caught a glimpse of the piece of paper.

"Yes," Bobby said.

"What is it?" Forester asked as Winchester followed Bobby out the room.

"I thought we had already gone over this," Winchester said firmly.

"We hadn't finished it," Bobby said.

"Yes, we damn well have," Winchester yelled, before pointing in the direction of Forester. "He is not my brother."

"How the hell can you be so sure?" Bobby asked.

"I am not going over this again – they didn't being 2 babies home and he's younger," Winchester argued.

"So he ain't Sam's twin, but over a year younger? Still means he could be your blood doesn't it?"

A tense silence descended as both Sam and Forester looked at each other.

"So now I'm what exactly?" a confused Forester asked before a light seemed to go off in his head. "You are way out line pal!"

"Maybe I am," Bobby said calmly. "But then again there is easy way you can prove it."

"He ain't proving anything – he isn't part of my family." Winchester said. "I'm sorry the shit is coming down on his head but he is not a member of my family so you can take you mail kit test and shove it up your ass."

Bobby took as second before looking in the direction of the other two. "You guys happy about that?"

Sam suddenly got interested in the floor.

"Not that it is going to say anything we don't know, but I'm up for it," Forester said.

"If you are so sure then why the hell do want to do then?" Winchester asked.

"Because then its over with, then I can deal with the people who want to kill me instead of going over and over the fact that we aren't related and it means that Bobby here is going to apologize because no way in hell am I your 'half' brother," Forester said.

Winchester took a breath, understanding Forester's sentiments. "So what you think Sam?"

His brother looked up, "Dean?"

"Fine, hope you all god damn choke," Winchester yelled storming out of the house.

"Great," Sam said rubbing his tired throbbing brow.

Sam found him outside in the yard about three days later, "Where the hell have you been?"

Winchester shrugged, "Went for a drive."

"Really? That is a lot information," Sam replied.

"Well you asked."

"So you want to talk about this?" Sam asked to which his brother just shook his head picking up a bag from the front seat.

"Dean, we got to talk about this," Sam argued.

"Why?" Winchester asked. "Thought the two of you had made up your minds."

"Don't be like that," Sam replied as he followed his brother into the house.

"You took your time," Bobby said as he saw Winchester.

Winchester shrugged. "Had things to do."

"Like what?" Bobby asked to which Winchester took a couple of bills out of the bag.

"Should cover it," Winchester said walking over to where Forester was sitting with Jo, "Here."

"What's this?" Forester asked, looking in the bag.

"Consider it compensation," Winchester said.

Forester looked up, "There…there has to be about 10 grand in there."

"Actually nine," Winchester said. "Needed some gas money."

"What, why…how?" Forester stammered.

"Let's just say those who are interested in you, that are now on vacation, decided to chip in on the emotional distress fund," Winchester replied.

"Dean?" Sam asked as he watched his brothers face.

"I didn't rob a bank – had the guys address didn't I, emptied his savings account that's all, figured he owed Forester here at least that," Winchester said as he left.

"Wait here," Sam sighed as he went to follow his brother. Forester stood up putting a hand up to stop him.

"No! I'll go," he said moving to follow the path Winchester had gone on.

"Hey!" Forester yelled. "Hey asshole!"

"What?" Winchester said turning round, to which he found the bag of cash flung at his feet.

"You think it is that easy?" Forester asked. "You think a bag of cash will pay for the shit that I've been dragged into because of you?"

"I didn't drag you into anything, but if you don't want it," Winchester yelled back.

"I am not just going to disappear now," Forester said.

"I never expected you would," Winchester said.

"No, but you were hoping and don't say you weren't," Forester said back to which Winchester didn't answer back.

"Well I'm not okay, get that straight," Forester said. "Money or not, I'm not going anywhere."

"But isn't that what you do? Take your sweet time to work out that there might be a problem and then walk, before using it as an excuse for the rest of your life?" Winchester said mockingly.

Forester clenched his jaw. "Even if I was going to, I don't have any idea where the hell I'm supposed to go."

Winchester picked up the bag, before moving to shove it in Forester's hands. "Take it if you want or don't, stay or don't stay, see if I care."

"I didn't ask him to buy that test, did I?" Forester reasoned to which Winchester stopped.

"I'm with you, someone out there had a sick joke at mine and Sam's expense that is all," Forester said.

"I know," Winchester replied. "I just don't have time for this."

Forester swallowed. "Do you think I do?"

"That isn't what I meant," Winchester replied. "As for the cash – it's clean; it really is from the guy that was here."

"You take some guy's life savings and you say it's clean?"

Winchester raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Well, apart from everything else he's hardly in the position to complain is he? So it's up to you it either goes to you, or I don't know, seems right you decide somehow."

"Oh," Forester said holding on to the cash watching Winchester make a move to go back to the car. "We haven't done anything about the DNA thing if you want to know."

"Why not?"

"Somehow it didn't seem right," Forester replied. "Sam…he didn't think you'd appreciate doing it while you weren't here."

"Like me being here really matters," Winchester said before grabbing his duffle out of the car and heading towards the back of the house leaving Forester standing alone in the yard.

He stood there for a minute not sure what to do.

"So is it Disneyland or are you thinking that you maybe you should buy a bus ticket to LA and try your luck as a waiter to the stars?" came a voice behind a busted up pinto.

"What do you want?" he asked as Ruby walked out to pick up the bag.

She let out a whistle. "Bet you never seen nine gees before. Not these days. All credit cards and money going straight in or in your case out of your bank account unless…no you don't seem like the Atlantic City type – but hey I could be wrong."

"I asked you, what do you want?" he asked hesitantly.

She smirked as she watched towards him handing him the bag. "Don't you get your panties in a bunch. I'm just here to talk to the grown ups – but you can listen in if you want."

He wasn't too sure as she started to walk off.

She stopped after a few steps, "So you planning to stand here or are you coming? I'm using small words for Shortbus so you'll be able to understand what is going on to. It is you I'm going to talk about you know."

"Yeah?" Forester said after swallowing trying not to show his nerves.

"Well you can stand here, Rain man if you want. I'm sure they'll come out and tell you 'everything'." She said starting off again.

"My name is Dean Forester," he said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, well Shortbus hasn't got much in his life and he is older so I'm guessing he's got dibs Missing Winchester," she said as she knocked the door.

"Then call me FORESTER then or is that too hard for you," he retorted.

"Fine, but ain't you a bundle of fun," she said looking up at him as he stood his ground. She blinked causing him to take a step backwards.

She let out a long belly laugh, looking at him through blackened eyes while he regained a little composure.

"….."

"Don't strain yourself, big guy," She said with a sigh, her eyes returning to normal as the door to the house opened.

"Oh great," came the hiss.

"Hello Bobby and how are you doing?" she said as she brushed past him.

Forester stood in the corner of the room as he watched the discussion, how Ellen had almost busted a gut with the sight of the woman in Bobby's kitchen. Sam trying to calm things down Bobby standing there about three feet from a shotgun that Forester hadn't really noticed until that point while Ruby just seemed to roll with the commotion she had caused.

"So you sure that Lilith has heard about this?" Sam asked.

She nodded. "Yep, from what I heard she is laughing her pants off. Thinks it's a complete hoot."

"She thinks this is a hoot?" Ellen asked.

"Hunters at each others throats more than usual over a nobody?" Ruby snorted. "Course she thinks it's a hoot, wouldn't you?"

"Oh this is just one step away from being a pilot on comedy central," Winchester said.

"Really, does that make me the hot neighbor?" Ruby said taking a step towards the coffee pot only to stop as the majority of the room stiffened. She sighed. "What I'm good enough to bring information but not good enough to drink your coffee now?"

"When I hear Dr King's corpse has arranged a million demon march for you and then I'll think about it," Bobby replied.

She smirked at the comment, causing her to turn to Sam.

"Look, I know you might not like the idea, but he might be useful," Ruby said causing Forester to be confused.

"Hey we don't do that," Jo said. "You might but we don't."

"Don't what?" Forester asked before looking at everyone. His shoulders fell. "Oh."

"Ruby no," Sam said tiredly.

"You have other things to worry about than protecting some guy, who had no real idea of what is on," Ruby said. "Might be for the best you cut him lose or…"

"You were told no," Winchester said.

"Does your voice still count?" she asked. "Because I'm talking to the people with a long term goal here."

Winchester stood up abruptly – his chair flying backwards.

"Ruby, I understand you are trying to help but no we aren't using him that way, not as bait," Sam said getting in his brother's way. He turned to the demon. "Do you know where she is right now?"

She shook her head, before turning to Forester. "Okay, if you aren't going to be actually useful, do yourself and Sam here a favor – take that bag of cash you got and go see a cheap surgeon. Hell better yet, place a couple of G's on a bad college team and hope the bookie lets you keep your sight and you can pocket the rest."

"Oh that is helpful," Jo said.

"I'm not seeing you come up with any other ideas on keeping the guy alive," she retorted she turned to Sam. "I'll be in touch if I hear anything."

"Same for us," Sam said. "And Ruby thanks for letting us know about, you know."

"Sure, but Sam," Ruby said turning to leave. "There are things to get your ass killed over, but some guy that looks like you, who you feel sorry for isn't one of them."

"Get out," Winchester said coldly.

"Hey, you'd know I'd be lying if I said that there aren't those out there who are a little curious about him and how he much is 'really' linked to you guys," she said causing the room to exchange looks at each other. "Not to mention how much collateral damage hunters will do if they think it means they can get to him."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Forester asked.

"Please," Ruby replied. "I'll let them explain the details to you – but I'm telling you right now it's folks like them that are more of a danger than Lilith is to you and your family right now."

The blood drained from Forester's face as Ruby left.

"What does she mean?" Forester asked.

Bobby ran a hand over his face. "She's just sounding off."

"No, what does she mean?"

Sam took a breath, "She means that even though there is only a couple of them after you. Hunters tend to have long memories, you understand?"

"So there isn't any hope that they'll just forget about me?" Forester asked.

Bobby walked over to him, "Look there is always another hunt, another thing that crosses their path."

"Don't sugar coat it for him," Winchester said cutting in. "The bitch is right, Lilith wants Sam, not him. She'd only use him as a chew toy if she gets her hands on him. She won't be spending any resources to do any damage to his family, unless she's got a real reason too."

"My family?" Forester asked. "What about my family?"

Winchester sighed as the rest of the group stood in silence. He ran a hand over his face before focusing his full attention on Forester. "You got douches on your tail, who don't know what is what. You said that your friend got questioned by fake cops which were probably them and they've been to your place, so they've got a handle on you, and your family. That means when they couldn't get their hands on you, because they ain't going to go for you here, they might have asked some of their friends to be sit outside your folk's house incase you show up and if they get any idea that you've even just called, they won't be asking your mom and dad nicely for your contact details – do you understand?"

"But…" Forester started to say, before falling silent.

"Christ Dean," Jo said to Winchester as she noted the distress on Forester's face.

"Come off it," Winchester said. "Tell the guy the truth, he deserves that at least."

"What truth Dean?" Sam asked his brother as the rest watched on.

"That unless he is going to cut up his face and go into witness protection, he is royally screwed."

Ellen found him throwing his clothes into Bobby's archaic washer.

"You are out of order boy," she said hard causing him to spin round. "You could have at least given the guy something to hang onto."

"Like what?" Winchester asked. "Tell him that if he just lies low for a couple of weeks that hunters and demons will all collectively decide to leave him alone?"

"You don't know that they won't." she said calmly.

"Yeah, and excuse me while I pull a rabbit out of my ass!" came the retort.

"Then cut him loose."

"You know what will happen if we do that."

"Then do something," she said.

"Like what?" he asked. "I left my magic wand in my other jacket."

She held herself back for a moment. "Look, you and your brother brought him here, what do you expect the rest of us to do? Hide him for the rest of his life?"

Winchester shrugged as he went back to sorting his laundry.

"That ain't going to happen is it?" she said "This is your family's mess, not mine."

He threw down the pile in his hands. "This has nothing to do with my family and like it or not, I don't have time to babysit him either or have you forgotten that?"

"No," she said. "But he looks like one of yours and yes I said yours, because last time I checked, your father is gone so that makes you head of your damn family as small as it is. Sam is taking your lead on this after his little unloading act and as for Bobby; he is backing off since you decided to sulk like a five year old when he suggested that test."

"So what do you want me to do?" Dean asked. "You think that we should take that test?"

Ellen swallowed. "No, I'm not saying that."

"Then what then?"

"I don't know, but you agreeing with a demon in front of everybody sure shouldn't be it," Ellen replied. "And what the hell are you doing letting her get so damn close in the first place."

"I don't know, Sam thinks she can help," Winchester admitted. "It makes him feel like he's doing something and I can't…I can't take that...

Ellen inhaled, moving to put an understanding hand on his shoulder. "That doesn't mean you got to take it out on Forester there."