Prologue
"Sam!" Dean yelled. "I got a lead!"
Dean sighed as Sam trudged in, not paying attention. Sam clearly was trying to cover up the bandages on his left arm, but Dean wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what they were from. He didn't approve, how could he? But Sam was hurting, and if it took the pain away, even for a moment, then Dean couldn't argue. Sam walked right past him and grabbed a bottle of whiskey before heading back to his room.
"Sam!" Dean yelled again.
"What, Dean?" He asked, letting the sleep invade his voice. "Can't I just go back to bed?"
"No, Sam, you can't. I have a lead, and we're going to follow it through," Dean insisted.
"You go. I'm too tired," Sam said before retreating to his room.
"Sam! I can't go alone. My intel says it's a pack of vamps," Dean yelled after him. He sighed and went to leave, when Sam came back in with his gun and told him to get a move on as he headed for his truck.
They finally got to the warehouse and there was absolutely no trace of any vampires, so they ditched the machetes and went in with their guns raised just in case. The sight they were met with was impossible. Mary, John, Bobby, Jessica, Jo, Ellen, and Charlie were standing there, in front of them. Sam demanded to know what they were, while Dean tested them with holy water, silver knives, Christo, the whole lot. Nothing happened. Sam stared in confusion as John tackled him to the ground, wrestling him for the gun.
The group watched as John and Sam wrestled for the gun. Mary walked up to Dean.
"Dean?" She asked hesitantly. He turned and took a step back.
"Mom," he said with a pang of hurt in his voice.
Just then a gunshot rang out and Dean ran to separate John and Sam before they killed each other, with the help of Bobby.
"Not even back for five minutes and you two idgits are already back at it," Bobby says in disapproval.
"Sam. Sam! Calm down!" Dean yells, turning Sam to face him. "They're them, okay, I checked. They're real, now calm down."
Sam visibly relaxes, and turns to face John. "Dad?"
"Sammy," John says with a smile, and hugs him, Sam still being in shock. They pull away quickly, and John moves on to Dean.
"I'm, uh, I'm gonna head back, Dean. I need a minute to process all of this," Sam announces, glancing at Jessica.
"Woah, Sam, wait. We need your truck to take some of them back. They won't all fit in the Impala," Dean exclaims.
"Right. Um, I can fit four people," Sam offers.
Immediately, Jessica joins Sam, along with Bobby, Mary, and Charlie.
"Okay, let's go guys, the bunker isn't too far from here," Sam says, leading them to his truck, where Jess takes the passenger seat, and the other three squeeze into the back, Charlie stuck between Bobby and Mary, neither of which she knows.
"Sam. What happened to you, boy? You've changed so much in just a couple of years," Bobby comments, catching Mary's attention.
"What do you mean?" Mary asks, confused.
"A lot has happened in five years, Bobby. I guess everything that's happened to us has just caught up to me," Sam explains, starting the truck and driving away, the Impala following close behind.
By the time they got back to the bunker, everyone was ambushing both Sam and Dean with questions that they didn't want to answer. Mainly being Mary, John, and Jessica.
As the door to the bunker was opened, Gabriel could be seen waiting downstairs.
"Gabriel? What the hell is going on?" Sam demands, barely being held back by Dean.
"My father wanted me to send his thanks, you know, for saving the world. Again," Gabriel explained before flying away.
At this, the questions came back in multitudes, the top ones being 'what is he talking about' and 'how did he disappear like that.'
"I guess you're about to find out," Sam said, discovering the hundreds of episodes lined up in order on the projector screen set up in the bunker.
"Is this your life?" Jessica asks.
"I'd assume. But to be honest, I would rather not relive my life's greatest hits, so, enjoy," Sam said as he walked out of the room, back to bed.
"I'm sorry about him. I have to agree, though, I don't want to watch this either, sorry," Dean says, about to leave as well.
"Wait! Dean, right? What happened to him? Sam, I mean. Why is he so… different?" Jess asks.
"I guess you're about to find out. Enjoy," Dean says, leaving. He finds Sam in his room, downing the bottle of whiskey. He grabs it from him and helps him into bed, changing his clothes and removing his boots, which proved to be a difficult task, considering Sam's clothing choice had changed to black ripped jeans, a black T-shirt, and a new black leather jacket, along with a black beanie to top it all off. He knew Sam was acting off. He suspected it was Lucifer, but it wasn't like this before. He wasn't acting crazy, maybe he was using, and drinking a lot, and possibly cutting himself, but he wasn't crazy. He had a handle on reality. That's all he could ask for.
Meanwhile, Charlie got the video up and running and they settled down to watch it, when John held Mary close, both of them recognizing the scene in front of them.