A/Ns: Sorry for the late update!! I had a very busy week last week! It was my high school's homecoming week! I went to the dance and had to catch p on school, anyway, very busy week. I hope you guys love this chapter! Pease review!! Your comments and attention keep me going!

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Dean pushes Baby to her limits. He never thought it would come to this. To where he would have to chase after his baby brother, who was apparently really fast on his feet. Maybe hell had done that to him. Dean winced with the thought and pushed it away. He had a brother to catch up to and he was afraid that if he didn't soon, something really bad was gonna happen. He absently rubbed his jaw. It was probably already a shade of purple and yellow. Catching a glimpse of a figure in the road, Dean almost swerves when he realizes it's his brother.

He's in the middle of the road, about to get hit by an oncoming car. "Sam!" He can't help but scream. He slams on brakes and shoots out of Baby. But it's too late, the car is already on him. There's no time left, until a black figure comes out of nowhere and tackles Sam. Dean can't help but feel relieved that Sam was out of the way. After cursing at the car he runs across the road and towards the two bodies currently sprawled out in the ditch. "Sam?" Dean says hesitantly as he edges himself down in the ditch. He here's a groan in return and can't help the smirk that comes across his lips.

"Damn, that really hurt." A woman's voice speaks up. She has black hair and really green eyes. Like really green. Dean edges closer to her and reaches a hand out. "Thanks for saving my brother's ass." Dean quips, lifting her to a standing position. "No problem." She says. She glances over at Sam's slumped body, "Should we get him up?" She asks. Dean nods his head. "Yeah, He probably doesn't want to sleep out here." Dean says, sarcastically.

The girl smirks at him and offers her hand. "I'm Valary." She says, shaking his hand. "I'm Dean, and that is my little brother Sam." She gives him a quizzical look, "It's a long story." Dean wipes a hand over his face and sighs. "Well, guess I owe you one, so why don't you come back with us and I'll get you cleaned up." Dean says, looking back at her and seeing where any scratches might be. He looks back up to her face and sees a fearful look, "Oh, no it's not like that! Just a thanks, that's all." Dean says, lifting his hands as a show of innocence.

Her eyes narrow but she nods and bends down to grab Sam's arms. Together they stumble back to the Impala and Dean folds his long body into the back seat. Valary climbs into the passenger seat and Dean drives them back to the house. "Now I will warn you. Bobby is a character so just, brace yourself." Dean says, for lack of a better way to describe his father figure. "Okay. Any tips?" Valary asks, as she fidgets with her ripped jeans. "Don't touch the books." Dean says, with a smirk.

She has no idea what she's agreed to come into. But he is glad that she did crash into they're life. Because if she didn't, Sam would be… He couldn't even finish that thought.

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Once Dean made his remark about Bobby, it was silent the rest of the ride. It mostly consisted of Sam's heavy breathing and Dean's hesitant glances at her from the driver side. She had to refrain from rolling her eyes at him cause she couldn't break character. It wasn't long before they came to a stop outside of Bobby's house. Val hoped that the charm she was wearing would do its job. She didn't feel like dealing with explaining herself to the two oblivious hunters.

Getting out of the passenger side she moved to the back and opened the door. Sam was still out, she did punch him hard though. She winced when she realized she may have used too much demon strength. She shrugged her shoulders, too late. "Okay, let's get this big guy in." Dean mutters from the otherside of the car. Val nods her head and walks to the otherside to help grab Sam.

After struggling and cursing, Sam is finally laying on the couch in the livingroom and Val is glad that the charm was working. She hides a smirk as Dean rubs his sore jaw. It's already a shade of purple and yellow, and she assumes it probably hurts to talk. Getting acquainted with Bobby was as expected. Sam had told her stories in hell about the gruff old man. She respected him and Dean very much. They were lucky to have lived so long with Sam. She smiled, realizing that she had a lifetime of memories with Sam too.

"You can crash in the guest bedroom if you're tired." Dean says, as he cleans Sam's torn feet. "Thank you." She says, as she turns and heads up the stairs. She doesn't sleep, but she hasn't laid down to rest in 12 decades. Walking up the flight of stairs she realizes how homey Bobby's place felt. She would kill to know the memories of a young Sam running around the house. It would be the best black mail material. Getting to the top of the stairs, she guesses which bedroom is the one Dean described and walked through the door.

It was a quaint little room with a queen size bed and a dresser. She walked over to the bed and plopped down, sighing in relief. It was nice, it was making her wish she could still sleep. Val? Val sat up at the sound of Sam's voice. Sam? She asked, suprized he was already concious. Thanks for the… you know. Came Sam's reply. Your welcome. She responds, knowing that's the closest she would get to a thanks. Does Dean or Bobby supsect anything? He asks, through their phsycic connection. I don't think so, but sooner or later they're going to ask questions I don't have answers to.

Val cursed, she may have saved her friend's life, but she had also just exposed this part of his life to his family. Even if the cat wasn't out of the bag yet, it would be eventually. She already knew that Sam wasn't proud of what he was forced to do in hell. Even she did some things she wasn't proud of, and that was coming from a demon. But his family shouldn't have to bear the wait. Sam was more than capable of containing the memories, he just had to get used to being back with the land of the living. I know, and I'll have your back through it.

Val relaxed with his words. He was always able to ease her worries. Even in hell, sometimes all it took to ease her thoughts was the sound of Sam's voice. She owed him anyway, he had saved her by taking her place on the rack for a few years.

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Bobby watches as Sam walks around the house on bandaged feet, not even wincing. Maybe the cuts weren't really that bad, or maybe Sam just didn't feel the pain. After so long in hell, maybe that's what happened to the people who survived it. Bobby knew his boy. He wasn worried about his injuries because he was anxious about something else. Maybe it was the girl, he didn know her and she may have just stepped into their madness. And knowing Sam, he would probably blame himself for taking her innocence.

"Boy, would you stop pacing and sit down." Bobby says, exasperated. His feet may not hurt that much, but he was still going to make the cuts worse. Sam stares at him for a moment, like he is arguing with himself, and then plops down in the chair on the edge of the living room. He unleashes his death grip on the book he was pacing with and begins to read. Bobby smirks, of course Sam would dive into research instead of having to face the woman who is no doubt asleep upstairs.

"How's your feet?" Bobby asks, not looking up from his book. Fine. Bobby mouths the word just as Sam says it, or more like mumbles it. Bobby doesn't respond, he knows he doesn't need too. It's almost midnight and Bobby never cooked anything for supper. He was too worried about Sam, giving his brother a nasty right hook and running off in the night. He knows it's not Sam's fault, how does a person even begin to recover from 120 years in hell.

Dean did, but that was different. He wasn't in the cage with two livid arch angels. And he was there or 40 not 120. Don't get him wrong, 40 years is longer than anybody should have to go through. But everything about Sam right now, just felt wrong. He was definitely different. Hell does that to people. He could still see the changes that Dean went through. But Sam's change is on a whole new level of untouchable. How is he even supposed to attempt to help something like… whatever Sam is going through?

"Um, do you guys have anything to eat around here?" A female voice asks, pulling Bobby out of his frantic and jumbled thoughts. He puts on a fake smile and nods, getting up from his chair. He walks into the kitchen and pulls down a pot to put on some chili. Going to the fridge he grabs an apple and hands it to the girl. "Just to hold ya till the chili's done." She says her thanks and sits at the table. "So what do you guys do around here?"

"Work on junkers." Dean responds as he walks down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Hmm. That's…" Valary begins, only to be interrupted by Sam.

"Boring. I know. That's why I'm not the mechanic." Sam says, as he gets up from the chair and walks into the kitchen. He leans on the wall and smiles at Valary. "Pays the bills doesn't it?" Bobby says sarcastically. He turns around and stirs the chili. He's surprised, he thought Sam would've sulked a little longer. "What's cooking Bobby?" Dean asks, pulling a seat out and sitting across from Valary. "Chili." Bobby answers, as he turns the burner off and grabs some bowls and chips.

"Come and get it." Bobby announces, stepping away from the stove.

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The moment he saw Valary sitting at the table, he knew what was going to come next. The beginning of dinner was silent and awkward, no one really knew what to talk about. They especially didn't want to talk about the elephant in the room. For Sam, the elephant was that his friend, a demon, was eating dinner with them. The elephant for Bobby and Dean was how to explain the situation to the guest. But eventually they started to ask questions that Val nor Sam had an acceptable answer to.

All this led up to the problem now. Dean was currently holding Val up against the wall with the demon knife against her throat. "What the hell Sam!" Dean was yelling at him. He knew it would be like this. There was no way that he could've told his brother about this without it blowing up in his face. Bobby was holding his sawed off and pointing it at Val. "Just calm down Dean. She's…" He trailed off, they never really had to say what they were to each other out loud. It was a given, they already knew what they meant to the other.

"She's what Sam?" Dean yelled, it was definitely louder than his first outburst. "She's my friend! And I owe her my life." Sam yells back, standing so quickly that the chair behind him shoots across the room. Dean was silent now. Just staring daggers at Val, who hadn't stopped smiling the moment she allowed herself to be thrown against the wall. "Dean." Bobby's voice holds a calm warning. Dean lowers his weapon and steps away from Val. "Give us a minute." Sam says to Val. She nods once and blinks out.

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Dean watches in horror as Sam orders the demon to leave. He could've never imagined that his brother would become… He let himself trail off. He couldn't think like that. Azazel was wrong, his brother would not lead a demon army. He wouldn't go completely darkside. Sam is staring at him expectantly, something he can't decipher in his eyes. His heart breaks as he realizes that he may not have gotten all of his brother back.

"Well, are you going to yell at me some more, or do you think you're done? Cause I would really like to explain all of this and get it over with." Sam says to him. The words come out cold and Dean forces himself to sit down before he swings at his brother. "Thank you." Sam says, as he starts to pace in the kitchen. Bobby is silent, leaning against the counter. That's a first, Dean thinks as he looks back at Sam. He hasn't stopped the floor and he's fidgeting with his hands.

Maybe he lost some of his Sam, but he still has some parts. "Well, I'm waiting." Dean says, Sam's nerves reaching him. "I wasn't in the cage the entire time." Sam says, but Dean already knows this. He wouldn't have gotten out of hell if he was still in the cage. Dean does his best to sit quietly but if his brother doesn't start talking he's gonna start pacing. "I was all alone, left to die for good. Lucifer would remake my body in the cage. But he couldn't do that when I got out."

Sam kept on, either ignoring Dean's intake of breath or not hearing it. "I had to survive, I had to do things I'm not proud of, and I had to make friends." Sam turns around and looks at him, eyes brimming with tears. "Through all the memories and grief and guilt, they are the ones who got me through it. Who… who were on my side." Sam's body is trembling, the tears threatening to escape at any moment. Dean is on his feet and crossing the few feet between them before he knows it. Wrapping his arms around his brother he holds him up. "I couldn't do it a-alone. I couldn't…"

"Shut up Sammy." Dean says, hugging him tighter, chic-flics be damned.

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Until next time