A/N: It's fun to write stories but it's even better to feel the efforts to write it, is appreciated. Otherwise why would any writer share, easier to write books and make readers pay in lue of reviews. This fic was meant to have been a lot longer, but I just lost interest in writing it...due to low ratings ... this ep has been canceled.

Pt 5

Sam drove down the long empty road listening to the crickets and the night birds. He wasn't sure what he would say… to his brother. What would he say? He was angry at the text message he had received from his father earlier, it said: You can't fix him, stake him, and move on. Yeah right as if he would ever do that.

He saw the house large and fine. How had Dean managed to settle down in one place? The man never wanted to stay put, always looking down the road with excitement about what he might find. Now here he was in New Orleans with luxuries that he could never have afforded before. He saw several motorcycles parked that he knew cost more than 40,000 a piece, European bikes. Then the two cars, Dean always did love cars. He patted the steering wheel of the Impala.

"Don't worry girl, Dean will be back. We'll get him back, those other cars aren't important."

Getting out of the car he shut the door quietly as he could. Sam walked towards the house, seeing the lights and he could hear the sounds of voices and laughter. Going to the door, he knocked and waited.

Footsteps and then the door opened. A beautiful girl with long black hair that hung to her waist stood looking up at him. "May I help you?"

"Yes I came to see Dean."

"Dean?" she looked at him suspiciously. "Don't know any Dean."

Sam's eyes hardened as he gently pushed her aside and moved inside. His eyes searching for Dean. He walked towards the sounds and found three others in the room, and there in a chair with a girl on his lap was Dean.

Their eyes met and Sam stopped breathing. Dean moved the girl off his lap and stood up. "Sam."

"Dean."

"Everyone out, now," said Dean as the other did his bidding. When the door shut behind Sam and they were alone Sam moved closer.

"Dean, I have missed you."

"I have missed you too, Sam."

Sam felt awkward standing there, as there was such a gulf between them. Not so in physical distance but in another way. Dean had changed and as he stood there, Sam felt fear of his big brother. Never before had he felt it, for before Dean would never hurt him, or let anyone else. However, this Dean, he felt danger that cloaked him like his skin.

"Why did you run off?"

Dean motioned for Sam to take a seat and he perched on the arm of a chair. "To protect you."

"Still protecting me, I'm a big boy now Dean."

"yeah all six feet four. You shouldn't have come here."

"I need my brother back." Sam wanted so much to go and give Dean a big bear hug.

"Your brother is dead, Sam." His voice empty as his eyes watched Sam. One hand holding the wine glass filled with blood. Sam noticed the clothes Dean was wearing, no jeans with holes or cheap shirts.

"No he isn't. I know the old Dean is still in there. He just needs help getting free, and it's Sammy to my brother Dean."

Dean smiled at that, looking down at his glass. As if he suddenly realized what he held, he put it down on the small round table.

"Would you like a drink, food, anything at all?"

"No thanks."

"Are you still hunting?"

"No, only for my big brother."

"Where is he, the bastard won't help you? I'll fix the.." his voice trailed off.

"No Dean, he's…well you know how he is. Forget him. How about you, do you hunt?"

"Yeah, Super Dean is even better. I even have my own agency to deal with the stuff. Hired and trained others to help out. Not as good as you though."

"Want some help?" Sam couldn't believe the conversation, or the fact they were finally in the same room. Nevertheless, the barrier between them was still there. He had to find a way to breach it, tear it down.

"Looking for a job college boy?" Asked Dean with a smirk. "I don't know, what are your qualifications?"

"I can get references from my brother."

"Sam, you can have the company. Then you can stay in one place like you always wanted, no more swindles either. I will move on. Time for me to do that anyway." Dean got up and paced the floor. Sam stood up, moved towards him reaching out a hand, and stopped in mid air.

"No Dean, I can't lose you again. We can do it together."

Dean turned and looked into Sam's eyes, seeing the love and caring there. He knew he had to harden his heart, to make Sam quit wanting him.

Dean moving like shadow grabbed Sam with a strength that surprised Sam. Sam found himself on the sofa with Dean leaning over him, one hand pushing Sam's head to the side and he could feel his brothers' breath on his neck. Sam felt no fear.

"Do it Dean, bite me. If that's what you want to do, go ahead. I found a cure, Dean. If you don't want it, then I stay with you. Go ahead and bite me. I love you Dean."

Dean stilled and lifted his head, staring into his brothers eyes. Then stood up and moved over to the window staring out over the bayou. Sam stood up and moved over to him.

When he got up behind him, he placed his hand on his shoulder. Staring past him at hi s reflection in the mirror, minus his brother. Past the window, he could see the red eyes of the gators in the waters.

"Go Sam, before I hurt you." Dean's voice cracked with his pain. Sam turned Dean around, seeing the blood tears tracking down his face. He pulled his brother close and held him. One hand rubbing circles on Dean's back.

"No Dean, never again. Whatever happens we stay together. I have the cure, you chose. But we are a team."

Sam let Dean cry it all out on his chest, as he whispered to Dean, and held him. He had never seen Dean this way, or so vulnerable. Finally Dean pulled away and took out a hanky he began to dry his face. Sam watched him

"I want the cure. Since you are so stubborn and won't go away, I have to protect you. So give me the cure and see what happens. And…I love you too little brother." Then Dean reached out and popped Sam in the side of the head lightly.

Sam smiled and took out a bottle handing it to Dean. "Drink it." Dean opened the bottle and drank, the foul taste made him gag. When it was empty, he felt dizzy and Sam helped him over to the sofa and helped him lie down. Dean's eyes closed, as Sam sat down beside him.

When Dean opened his eyes again, he could see the sunlight streaming in, and he bolted upright, fear of burning strong. Sam put out a hand and gave his arm a gentle squeeze, then smiled.

"How do you feel?"

"Like old Dean." He felt no burning, and he noticed that things were duller than before. His senses had dulled, and he felt abandoned by them. "I'm back."

"You sound disappointed Dean."

"I am to a degree; you have no idea what it was like. It's not all bad." Then sorrow crossed his face. "I did some really bad things, Sam, you should have staked me."

"Never Dean, no matter what you became." Dean got off the sofa and stood up. Sam waited.

"Thanks Sammy. Let's go get our cook to fix us some breakfast."

Sam smiled, and followed him out of the room and down the hall. He was glad to have his brother back, and wondered if they would run the company and stay here. It was all right with him if they did. He now knew just how much his brother loved him, and he was proud of his big brother.