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Summary:

After millennia of evil deeds, a fallen angel is given a second chance and is reborn as a mortal. 28 years later and he's gotten himself into a spot of bother. Spoilers throughout Season 1 & 2 and this is ending up AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything associated with the show.

Heyo! I'm back with another update… woo! I really wanted to get all my stories updated before I started Uni on Monday 'cause when that happens, I dunno how much time I'll have so I've been working on my writing and I hope you enjoy this chapter. :)

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Don't say sorry…

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"Dean…" Sam repeated his brother's name, hoping to connect with the humanity that was in his soul. Unable to keep a hold on his phone whilst preparing for a possible fight, he closed the phone down and shoved it in his pocket, hoping Missouri would understand, "You've got to let her go."

Dean didn't reply, but Sam could see his grip tighten around Ashlyn's neck. Reaching around back, he pulled out the gun he'd been keeping hidden and gripped the nozzle tightly. He raised his hand quickly, aiming to swipe at the back of Dean's head so he could knock his brother unconscious. He hadn't been expecting a thick black web of smoke to rush at him and throw him hard against the wall; amidst the smoke he caught the gleam of vicious red eyes and snarling deadly teeth.

"If you won't let go of Ashlyn, tell your Goddamn hellhound to let go of me!" Sam cried out, trying to break away from the hold that the smoky Ripper had on him.

"He's protecting me." Two voices rumbled one Dean's and the other the dark and dangerous Latin voice.

"He's hurting me!" Sam tried, even though the hellhound applied no painful pressure, just enough to restrain.

"Liar." The voices hissed, and Dean turned his head down and to the side so he could see his brother from the corner of his right eye.

Looking over the top of the smoke, Sam could just make out Dean's face. The whole room seemed to darken as the malicious look in Dean's eyes made Sam's blood run cold. The elder's face fell into a frown and he turned more to face his brother, tilting his head, "Are you afraid of me?"

Sam didn't answer, just stared back even though the answer was clearly yes. At that moment in time, Dean was the most terrifying thing Sam had seen. The hellhound seemed to loosen its grip as a wave of uncertainty washed through Dean's fiery lava like eyes and a ghost of greeny hazel flashed momentarily. It gave Sam just enough opportunity to break free and launch himself at his brother, pulling Dean's arm away from Ashlyn and pushing him straight to the floor. He drove a hard left fist into Dean's cheek and smashed the gun's handle down across Dean's temple, praying for an instantaneous result before the hellhound could attack once more.

Dean's vision grew dark and confusion swept through him as dreamless sleep beckoned and came to claim him. He was vaguely aware of long painful howl before he fell completely into the dark.

Breathing heavily, Sam just kneeled there, staring down at his unconscious brother as he listened to the smoke howling, not knowing what to do. He looked to his right and saw Ashlyn gasping for air and shuffling towards the door. Quickly and expertly, he twisted the gun so it was no longer a club but a dangerous long range weapon and pointed it at Ashlyn.

"Don't move!" He ordered, "You're not going anywhere, you hear me?"

She just froze, didn't reply - didn't even dare look him in the eye as if afraid she'd see the same thing she'd seen in Dean's.

"You're gonna help me get him out to the car." Sam demanded and she looked up in shock, horror written across her face.

"No… no… do it yourself… I don't wanna touch him… he's… he's pure evil… he's…" She sniffled, shuffling further away.

Sam readjusted his grip on the gun, "You will help me or I'll make damn sure you're still around when he wakes up 'cause I know that won't be pretty."

"No…" She pleaded but the look of determination on Sam's face showed she had no other choice.

The smoky hellhound followed closely behind, wanting to be with it's master but unsure what to make of the two people carrying him. By the time they managed to get him out to the car and opened the door, the moaning pup that had once been his host jumped out and immediately set to running anywhere that meant he wouldn't be possessed, shot at, stitched back up and then painfully depossessed. The hellhound didn't care, it'd find a new one soon enough. Right now it just had to make sure that no harm came to his master.

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Sam didn't care what happened to Ashlyn or what she chose to do next, just as long as he could get Dean out of there. The elder brother was laid on the backseat, the shadow of the hellhound lying next to him, moaning softly. Sam was amazed that the hellhound had stopped attacking but then again he had a bad feeling that the hellhound was somehow connected the Dean. When Dean was pissed, the hellhound was too and now that Dean was unconscious, the hellhound was lost, not knowing how to feel or what to do.

Sam felt the same. He had no idea where he was going or what he was going to do. His brother was the freaking Devil. What was he supposed to do? Exorcise him?

The sound of a cell phone ringing woke him from his thoughts and he reached over to it, flipping it open before even checking who was calling.

"Yeah?" He answered, exhausted and angry.

"Sam?" Bobby's voice growled from the other side, "I think you better tell me just what the hell is going on!"

"Bobby? What's wrong?"

"I know you warned me about Ellen… and other demons but right now I got her tied up in a devil's trap. Somehow she thinks she's still in charge… demanding to know what I'd done with Dean. What's going on?"

Sam sighed and glanced quickly at the backseat, "It's a long story… well, it's not really but it's confusing and just plain crazy… Look, we'll head on up to you and when we get there you better not be possessed."

"Sam…" Bobby started, a hint of warning in his voice but at a groan from the backseat caused Sam to cut him off.

"We'll see you soon Bobby… just keep safe." And he closed the phone, throwing it onto the passenger seat beside him.

He watched the form of his brother shuffle about through the rear-view mirror, cautiously waiting, "Dean…?"

"Oh Christ." Dean moaned, after a failed attempt to sit up. His head was pounding and he was pretty sure he had a bruise or two on his face, "Where are we?"

"In the car… on our way to Bobby's." Sam informed him, "How you feeling?"

"Like someone cracked my forehead open with his freaking gun…" He answered, tenderly checking the wound with his fingers.

"Yeah… err, you remember what happened then?"

Dean's voice grew tight and Sam could detect a hint of self-loathing as his brother replied, "Yeah… I remember."

"You scared me – you really freaking scared me back there." When Dean opened his mouth, Sam could practically hear the apology forming and shook his head before it had chance to escape, "Don't apologise to me. Just… just call Missouri and tell her we're okay… for now."

"Missouri?" Dean questioned, finally managing to sit up. True he'd been awake for what he'd done, but not for the after part. Missouri was free? His brow knitted together as he looked around the car and spotted the disembodied hellhound, "Sam… what happened to my hellhound?"

"He er… I guess he couldn't get out the car…"

"And the dog?"

"It ran away." Sam chuckled, it hadn't seemed funny at the time… in fact he hadn't even cared about it at the time but now Dean was awake and was… Dean, it did seem kinda funny.

"Oh…" Was all Dean could say, staring at the smoky hellhound, curled up on the seat next to him. He could barely even see it in the dimly lit car.

"Anyway… just call Missouri." Sam demanded, throwing his phone into the back towards Dean, who caught it easily. He hesitantly searched for Missouri's number and cringed all the way through the conversation as Missouri told him off for being so rash and told him to tell Sam never to hang up on her again. It was a long one sided conversation, Dean barely getting a word in, and when he eventually came off the phone, he smiled, knowing that there was genuine concern behind Missouri's pissed off words.

"Missouri said if you ever hang up on her again she'll get that spoon she keeps threatening me with and will stick it 'where the sun don't shine'." Dean sniggered.

"Here's me thinking she would understand…" Sam mumbled, taking the phone back from his brother.

Dean leaned forward on the seat, resting his head against it, "Sam… I couldn't… I couldn't control myself I just… I let go and I couldn't get a grip… I nearly killed her… I could have… I could have hurt you."

"Dean, don't. This isn't your fault. It was him…"

"Him? Me and him are one in the same Sammy… and I can't… I don't want to hurt anyone."

"Shut up. Whatever you're trying to imply you can just shut the hell up. We'll figure this out. You aren't him. You're you and nothing can change that Dean, nothing."

"Sam…"

"End of conversation." Sam growled, knowing he was selfish for not wanting to hear Dean's plea – knowing he was selfish for asking Dean to do the same thing that Dean was about to ask him to do. But as much as his big brother couldn't see it, Sam couldn't live without him. As much as Dean was convinced that the demon was right and he really did need his family more than they needed him, Sam knew it wasn't true because he needed Dean just as much. Even when he was at Stanford, Dean had always only been a phone call away… because unlike Sam, Dean would have answered.

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