Author's notes: Thanks 'clubby' for your review! Glad you think they're getting better and better because that makes me sooo happy! Thanks 'megan' for your review! Just on a note: Sam isn't getting dreams again, Dean is starting to get them! It has nothing to do with yellow-eyes or anything like Sam's were...in fact, it's prob not what you even expect :P Bad things will happen to them, only cuz it would be weird otherwise heh, but they won't die! Heh, they're no used dead in this fic! Thanks! And thanks to 'tuffman' for your review! Your review was very inspirational, thanks! There have been clues throughout the past chapters of the Green eyes demon aka Amaranth, so I was glad to actually add him in for a bit :P Each chapter holds at least one clue to how this season is going to end, what's going on etc. There will be more brotherly moments (like this chapter for example, and the next).

This chapter does contain spoilers for All Hell Breaks Loose 1 but mainly 2. And also warnings on the angsty bits cuz this one is a bit sadder and yeah. But It's one of my fave! Also, there is a major clue in here as to something but cna't give too much away! ENJOY! And there is a teaser at the end as usual, I dunno why I kep telling you at this point lol. If you read this then please review! The 3 I got this time were all longer and very useful!! Anways...read and review!

14 Fallen

Raleigh, North Carolina

'It's been over a week' Sam said as he and Dean sat in their motel room at 10pm. 'I know the last few weeks have been really tough, but we can't just pretend nothing has happened, that everything is okay'

Dean glanced over at him and shrugged.

'I will if you will' he said.

'Dean' Sam sighed but shook his head. 'Fine, I don't care. I'm sick of this'

'Sick of what?' Dean asked, muting the TV.

'This! Us!' Sam snapped angrily. 'I mean for three years we've been on the road hunting as a team and we've been through all kinds of hell together. Then all of the sudden, we have all these secrets between us, we're constantly fighting about one thing or another' he said. 'We're drifting apart' he added in a sad tone.

Dean looked guilty, but pushed it aside and turned to Sam. 'Well, remember when we were kids? There were months when we almost killed each other because we were spending too much time together. But we got over it'

'We're not kids anymore Dean' Sam lowered his gaze and nodded. 'Okay, fine…forget it' he sighed and grabbed his jacket.

'Where are you going?' Dean asked.

'It doesn't matter, I'm not fighting anymore' Sam sighed. 'I've had enough of this' he stated and walked out the door, closing it softly behind him.

'Sam?' Dean got up off his bed and went over to the window. He watched as Sam looked around the car park and then tightened his jacket a bit. He started wandering down the street in the direction of the service station, where they'd come into town…over the bridge and all.

Dean growled at himself and kicked an empty beer can across the room.

He wasn't in the mood for TV anymore and went to have a shower. Dean figured Sam would be back once he'd cooled off as usual and headed to bed, feeling really tired for some reason. He was going to stay up and wait for Sam, but the moment he lay on his soft pillow and closed his eyes for just a moment…he fell right to sleep.

Dean groaned and pulled himself into sitting position. He glanced over at the time and saw it was almost 10am. He yawned and wasn't surprised to see that Sam was not in his bed, but he was surprised to not see him at all.

'Maybe he went to get breakfast' Dean shrugged to himself and got up, changing into jeans and a random black shirt. He was already imagining Sam coming through the doors with a take-away bag and fresh coffee.

'Coffee' Dean grinned. He felt rather refreshed this morning, like last night's rest had done him good. He wandered over to his bag and went through it. Dean busied himself with reading over a page that Sam had printed out two days ago about some goblin creatures that he thought were in town. Dean still found it stupid but he was getting bored waiting for his breakfast and coffee. He frowned and called Sam on his cell.

'No answer?' Dean frowned again. 'Hm' he got up and then wandered outside. He knew where Sam would have gotten breakfast from, as there was a small café just two minutes from the motel. Dean walked down the road to the café and was surprised that Sam was nowhere in sight.

'Ah, excuse me?' Dean got the attention of one of the people at the counter.

'How can I help you?' the young woman smiled brightly.

'I ah, I'm looking for my brother' Dean said. 'Has he been here? He's really tall…dark hair. Probably in plain jeans and jacket?'

'Ah nope, not that I remember' she shrugged.

'Hm' Dean frowned and sighed. He knew Sam would show up eventually…he always did. So he bought a newspaper and started walking back to the motel room to wait for his brother.

Dean wandered back to the room but froze as he spotted one of the articles. He read the headlines: Young man jumps off bridge. Dean stared hard at the photo, his face going white. It was Sam…no, it couldn't be…

Dr Gerald looked up as Dean rushed over to him, looking purely panicked.

'Ah, I saw a picture in the paper' Dean held it up. 'I…I think it's…my…brother' he gasped out.

The doctor nodded and led Dean down to the morgue in hope of identifying the body.

Dean had his eyes closed in dread as Dr Gerald removed the sheet from the man's face. He peaked and gasped.

'Sam?' he yelped hoarsely and ran a hand over his brother's white, cold face. He yanked the chart from the doctor's hands and read what he'd written.

'Height: six feet, four inches' Dean shook his head in disbelief. 'Suffered severe skull damage…most likely from the impact of a fall' Dean read softly to himself. 'Suffered multiple broken bones…' he couldn't believe it. He glanced at Sam's face again and gulped. 'How…?' he turned to the doctor.

'The police have investigated and…he, jumped' Dr Gerald said. 'We even found a note, for…Dean?'

Dean swallowed hard and accepted the note. 'Sam didn't jump' he said. 'He would never'

'Are you sure?'

'He's my brother for damns sake!' Dean snapped. 'Of course I'm sure!'

'Were you both close?'

Dean growled in his throat but answered. 'Yes, we grew up together'

'And you've both been getting along fine? No problems?'

Dean hesitated to answer. Lately he had felt like he and Sam didn't know each other anymore, that Sam was keeping things from him.

'He didn't jump!' he snapped at the doctor and left, secretly stealing the report sheets.

Bobby had heard the news once one of his contacts heard of a rumor that Sam was injured badly. And after calling Dean but was hung up on; Bobby knew it was pretty serious. He then did his own investigating and traveled to North Carolina and found Dean's motel room.

'Dean…?' Bobby went to knock but the door swung open. He had a bad sense of daja'vu. Dean was sitting on his bed with Sam's laptop resting open on his lap; he was just staring at Sam's neatly made, but empty bed.

'Dean?' Bobby said again but Dean did not acknowledge him. 'I ah…heard something happened to…Sam'

'He's dead Bobby' Dean said, his voice sounded broken and empty. 'But it's a lie!' he got to his feet. Bobby did notice the caution Dean took with the laptop, placing it on Sam's bed carefully. 'They said he jumped off the bridge down the road' Dean snorted.

Bobby spotted some records littering the table and went to have a look at them. He read over them while Dean sat back down on his bed, staring at Sam's made bed again.

Not wanting to be kicked out like last time, Bobby kept his mouth shut. But the way Dean looked…dark shadows under his eyes, staring into space. He was a total wreck.

'Dean, these records-'

'-Are crap' Dean finished.

'Dean' Bobby sighed. 'These are photos from a morgue' he stated. 'No other injures that suggested he-'

'Shut up!' Dean snapped and got up, advancing on Bobby. 'Not again, Sam will not die again!'

'Dean…he's already gone' Bobby told him. 'If you don't face up to that…you may as well be dead too'

'Don't say that' Dean warned. 'Sam did not kill himself'

'I'm not saying he did' Bobby said. 'But he is dead…no crossroads deal is going to save him this time'

'We'll see' Dean said, but deep down he knew that Bobby was right. He knew that this was getting him nowhere.

'Did Sam seem…different, lately?' Bobby then asked.

'Different?' Dean echoed. 'You do think he killed himself'

'He called about two weeks ago, said you weren't talking to him. Said you were ruining his life or something crazy…then he thought someone had got to you because he was sure you'd never say that to him. I told him about the demon that could be responsible and he just seemed…uncertain'

'He left a note' Dean then gave in to the theory. 'Said he was sorry, but he couldn't take it anymore. That there was no escaping from hunting so he couldn't just leave, and he didn't think he could stay away from me…even if he knew he should. But he left the only other way he knew how. But it's crap, Sam wouldn't…would he?'

Bobby just shrugged, he didn't know Sam was well as Dean did…but he knew people can break, people can feel that life is a losing battle.

'You honestly think that Sam would kill himself by jumping off a bridge?' Dean snapped but then a thought hit him. 'Even after all the knives and guns we have?'

'Hm' Bobby thought about that as well. 'Yeah, that ain't suicide' he nodded. He watched Dean working away madly on Sam's laptop, even thought he looked guilty in using it.

'What's this?' Bobby picked up a printed page on Sam's bed.

'Ah, some research he did before…' Dean gulped and kept using the laptop.

Bobby nodded and read it. 'Goblins?' he asked, but did not find it amusing in the same way Dean did.

'Yeah' Dean glanced up. 'Why? You think it's true? That some goblin creatures really are kidnapping people from the town?' Dean closed the sites he had up and noticed a file labeled "North Carolina" on Sam's desktop. He opened it and found many files in it, one being about the goblins and another about missing people.

'Seven missing people in the past three years' Dean read out loud and shook his head. 'Guess Sam was right'

'Hey, Dean' Bobby came closer, holding out the research paper. 'You better read this' he said, sounding a bit alarmed.

'Hm?' Dean grabbed it and read where Bobby was pointing, right at the bottom was Sam's handwriting.

Dean frowned and read it aloud. 'Working with shape shifters?'

Bobby nodded. 'Dean, I don't think Sam's dead'

'Argh!' a goblin gasped as he landed on the sewer pipe and accidentally put his foot in the pile of goop that a shape shifter leaves behind when it sheds.

The goblin was hunchback and sort of green and black coloured. He had bumpy and hard skin like a toad's. He didn't do very well in the light, it made him blind and hurt his eyes, so he and his group have recently been hiding out in the sewers when they'd come across a shape shifter. Gronuck was this particular goblin's name and he was the leader of the pack. He waddled his way down the pipe until he reached a much larger, more spaced section. He muttered to a few others in his goblin-language, which to any human would sound like a series of grunts and growls. Gronuck glanced over to their prisoner and glared. He waddled over and removed the sheet from the person's head with his four-fingered, clawed hand.

'Grah' he nodded, staring down at Sam's limp form.

Sam had his head hanging at an odd angle, resting against his right shoulder. He was tied to a pipe, but was in sitting position. A large wound was clear on his forehead, which was still oozing blood a bit. He also had a few bruises on his face and a split lip.

Gronuck nodded and reached a clawed hand out to one of the lighter coloured goblins. They grunted and nodded again before handing him a dagger.

'So, these type of goblins are usually rather civil creatures' Bobby said, reading off some files on Sam's computer. 'They live in dark places because the light harms their eyes and they cannot see in it. The live in colonies or packs of usually twelve to twenty. They are run by one leader, which is the strongest fighter or smartest of the rest' he sighed and took a breath, which gave Dean time to talk.

'If they're so harmless, why are they kidnapping people?' Dean frowned. 'And how is a shape shifter involved?'

Bobby didn't know so he just continued reading. 'These goblins have one English-speaking goblin in the pack in case they have run-ins with humans. They do not like to be around humans because of their…smell?' Bobby frowned at that, finding it weird.

'Oh yeah, I bet they smell lovely' Dean said sarcastically as he looked at a picture of one.

'Heh' Bobby smirked and kept going; glad Dean was a bit more rational since he had hope of Sam being alive. 'However, every seven years, they will kidnap a human to learn more of their species, update their English-'

'That's not right, seven people have gone missing in only three years' Dean said.

'Well, maybe it wasn't them' Bobby told him. 'I mean, a shape shifter's involved right?'

'Yeah, but the others we've faced usually kill people…take their place. Or use their form to kill and then let the original's get arrested. Besides, they need to keep them alive to be able to use the weirdo connection thing…whatever helps them play that person' Dean rubbed his face and sighed, he was really tired and just wanted to get Sam back. 'Shape shifters, eh? Which I'm assuming is what jumped off the bridge so we'd think Sam is dead…where do you think they'd go?' Dean smirked and grabbed a jacket as well as a gun loaded with silver bullets. 'Hey, what kills these goblin things?'

'Knives' Bobby said seeing the word written in Sam's handwriting and a drawn arrow pointing to the goblin's picture.

'Oh, that's gonna be…gross' Dean shook his head, but grabbed a machete from his bag as well. 'So if goblins like dark places…and are working with shape shifters…I think I know where Sam is'

'Where?' Bobby put the papers down and followed Dean out to the Impala.

'The sewers' Dean smirked.

While Sam groggily started waking up, Bobby and Dean were endlessly searching for him. But in a motel room far across town…

'Yes, I know' she sighed, twirling the phone cord around her fingers a bit as she spoke, removing her black wig and tossing it onto the bed. 'Yes, I have met Bela Talbot once…no, um' she sighed and shook her head. 'Okay look, I gotta go' she hung up and glanced over at some documents on her bed. 'Sam Winchester…what an idiot' she said, picking up the old newspaper that stated he'd "jumped off a bridge" in town. She sighed humorously and left her motel room, putting her jacket on and then unlocked her red car. She got in and sped down the road…

'Argh' Sam groaned and opened his eyes, which was useless since all he saw was total darkness. While he waited for his eyes to adjust, Sam moved his legs and knew they were fine. He moved his arms a bit since they were behind his back and he was sure he was tied to something…also correct. He struggled against them but they didn't budge. He looked around again and noticed he could see a lot better. It looked very similar…the sewers?

'Great' Sam rolled his eyes and then spotted a creature at the back, watching him cautiously. 'Goblin' Sam realized and shook his head. Things weren't looking too good right now and his head was starting to sting.

'We will find him!' Dean snapped as they reached yet another wrong turn. Dean then heard noises and leaned against the pipe in hope of not being seen, Bobby did the same.

The grunting and growling reached his ears and he took a cautious peak.

'The goblins' Dean gasped and watched them as they wandered down the pipes and then were gone. He and Bobby quickly started to follow…

Sam looked over to his left where a group of about six goblins emerged. They watched him and a lighter toned one approached him.

Sam winced in pain as the goblin put a rough, sandpaper-like hand on his head and then was hit with a series of images…

The images were of two goblins meeting with a man and they seemed to understand each other. The man then shed his skin, which the goblins were horrified by and one even passed out in shock. The shedded creature then formed into…Sam. They spoke some more and then the images changed to the goblins grabbing Sam once he was walking away from the motel room that night.

After that, Sam saw "himself" standing over a bridge and then jumping, hitting the road below in a very…broken, angle.

The hand was removed and Sam was a bit shocked. Basically the goblin's had met with a shape shifter and reached some kind of deal. The shifter killed himself as Sam while the goblins held him hostage…but why?

'Why?' he asked them and they all turned to look at an older one near the back.

'Protect' he grunted, speaking rough English.

Sam was confused but he heard some yelling from down the pipes towards his right. Several more goblins appeared, dragging Dean and Bobby with them.

'Dean!' Sam yelled and saw how still he and Bobby were.

'Not dead' the goblin grunted again.

All faces turned again towards the pipe where three people came through, two men and a woman. Sam watched them and saw their eyes changing for a brief moment…they were shape shifters. In one of the man's hand was a gun, which Sam identified to be Dean's. The goblins may have been more civil, but the shape shifters appeared with other motives since a machete was in the second man's hand.

They started to advance on Sam, weapons raised. The goblins sensed danger and fled. It wasn't in their business to involve themselves with others, so they all fled as quickly as possible. Only two of them stayed behind. Sam hadn't noticed until now, but those two were chained up near the back.

Sam struggled against his ropes as much as he could, trying to free himself before the shape shifters got to him. He gave a quick glance over to Dean and Bobby.

'No! No' Sam struggled harder as the gun was aimed at him. 'Argh!' he yelped while the ropes cut into his skin, but he had to get free…or else he was a dead man. Sam squeezed his eyes tightly shut while he continued to fight against the ropes. He heard the gun go off and waited for impact but it never came. He opened his eyes and saw the silver bullet was an inch from his nose…frozen in mid-air. The shifters stared at it in shock and fired another, but it didn't matter because Sam had freed himself. He got up and tackled the shooter to the ground, punching him and then ducked the machete as the others weren't just going to watch.

'Argh!' Sam fell backwards, being knocked down by the woman. The machete raised and was aimed at his chest but then flung through the air and lay a meter from Dean.

Sam quickly realized that it was him that was doing this and tried to focus it but nothing happened.

'Die!' the man screamed and fired several rounds, but Sam somehow made them stop in mid-air, inches from his face and they fell to the ground. Sam knew he had to act fast; the three of them were rounding on him. He dashed to the machete and grabbed it. He swung it and sent the shooter's head clean off his shoulders and onto the ground. Sam pulled himself up to his feet and stabbed the other man. The woman knew her chances were slim but grabbed the gun from her fallen partner and went to shoot Sam but he stabbed her in the back.

Blood soaked his shirt and jacket. Sam wiped some blood from his face and stared down at the dead forms. He breathed heavily and wiped the machete on one of their clothes to clean it a bit. He then grabbed the gun and pocketed it. He rushed to Dean's side and checked he was alive, then Bobby.

Sam remembered the chained Goblins and by using the machete, he broke the chains free.

'Can you understand me?' he asked.

One grunted and the other nodded, but the weapon in Sam's hand also scared them.

'I'm not going to hurt you' he said, watching how they stared at him. To Sam, they seemed a bit younger than the others and were quite terrified of what had just happened. 'Okay, help me get my friends out of here…and then you can go. Deal?'

They nodded and waddled behind Sam, back over to where Dean and Bobby lay unconsciously.

Sam pulled Dean up out of the sewers and was thankful that it was now night and that no one was around. He laid his brother on the sidewalk carefully. He smiled at him for a moment and then hoisted Bobby out as well, while the goblin's lifted him up. After Bobby was lying on the ground beside Dean, Sam turned back and saw one of the goblin's peaking out to give the streets a glance of interest.

'Thanks' Sam said. 'I think we'll be okay now'

The goblin nodded and his face twisted in a strange way, almost as if he was attempting a grin. Instead he held a finger up, which Sam thought looked a lot like a thumbs up (except that the goblins don't have thumbs). He gave them a thumbs up and they dashed back down the pipe, replacing the lid somehow as they did so.

Sam sighed and looked around. He saw the Impala a few meters down the road and relaxed…everything was going to be okay.

Dean winced and opened his eyes. He was hit with bright light coming through the window and it took him a moment to realize he was in a hospital.

'Hey' Bobby's voice reached him and he saw him coming into the room with a splint on his right arm. 'How are ya holding up?'

'How did we get here?' Dean asked, getting out of the bed, wincing slightly as he did.

'No idea' Bobby admitted.

'We were in the sewers…' Dean fought to remember and noticed some keys on the table beside him. 'Sam was…Sam?' he rushed out of the room and down past the reception desk

'Sir! You can't…' the lady called out but he kept running. He was dressed in his horrible hospital clothes but found his Impala outside. He unlocked the car and got in, seeing a bag on the seat. Inside was his stuff, mainly clothes.

Sam stared at himself in the bathroom mirror and sighed. The cut on his forehead was okay now, but it still stung a bit. He put a shirt over his head and wandered back into the room. He had a rather smug smile on his face as he looked over at Dean's bed. His laptop sat there, along with the research papers he'd found a week or so earlier, and the table was littered with his own death records, photos of him all broken from the bridge fall and other things he really preferred not to look out. He was just glad it was the shape shifter.

Sam yawned and reached for an over-shirt in his bag when the motel door swung open and Dean stood there, staring at him in shock.

'Oh, hey-' Sam went to say but Dean grabbed his shoulder, staring at his face in relief, so happy that Sam was okay.

'Sammy' he said and moved away from him.

'Hey Dean' Sam said, trying not to laugh at how shocked and relieved Dean looked.

Dean rubbed his face and sat on his bed hard, hanging his head.

'Ah I'm okay' Sam said. 'That's good…right?'

'Yeah' Dean sighed and laughed a little, he looked up at Sam with tearful eyes, sniffing slightly. 'You ah...remember that thing? Back with yellow-eyes, when you died? Well, I felt like I'd let you down bro. And…then this? All I could think was that you weren't coming back...' he took a deep breath. 'That I let you down again'

Sam bit his lip and stared at Dean for a moment. 'You never let me down Dean. Not then, not now' he told him and Dean got up, nodding.

Sam found the shirt he wanted from his bag and was about to put it on when he noticed the way Dean was watching him.

'What?'

'Nothing…I just…missed you?' Dean shrugged. 'I really thought…I really thought I wasn't going to see you again, Sammy' He sighed and smiled. 'I'm glad you're back bro'

Sam nodded and felt guilty to the fact that he –intentionally or not- put Dean through this again.

Sam put his shirt down and walked over. He was going to hug Dean, but was caught by surprise. Dean grabbed him and hugged him tightly, which Sam returned.

After a few minutes, they parted and Dean cleared his through, looking a bit embarrassed. Sam turned back to his shirt and put it on.

'Glad we got that over with...oh and Sam?' Dean asked.

'Mm?' Sam wondered but then rolled his eyes. 'Yeah I know: "Don't ever do that again or I swear to God I'll kill you myself" Right?'

'I wasn't going to say that' Dean lied, looking slightly offended.

The boys turned around as Bobby came into the room.

'Heya Bobby' Sam gave him a brief wave.

'Sam, good to see you again' Bobby nodded, relief washing over him as well.

'Yeah' Sam nodded. 'Yeah' he said again and sniggered slightly.

Dean and Bobby just stared at Sam in shock while he started laughing.

'I can't believe you two actually thought I would kill myself' Sam grinned at them humorously.

How do can they solve a case, with no evidence?

'All windows and doors were locked and there was no sign of forced entry. She had been stabbed three times in the heart but no murder weapon has been found'

No suspects…

'I'm going to the library…should be back in a few hours' Sam sighed. 'Can you go over the police reports or…something?'

And when their biggest mystery…

'Argh!' Dean cried out a bit louder as the pain hit him again.

…Is them?

'Woah' Sam couldn't believe he'd actually done something. He focused again but the fork just flew off the table and dug into the back of the motel door.

Coming soon…