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The cold air whipped past Dean, causing him to shiver. New York was beautiful from the outside walkway on top of the Avenger's tower. The werewolf let out a content sigh and leaned forward resting his arms onto the glass railing, just breathing in the different scents. He could smell pizza with a side of coffee with some lilacs thrown into the mix. He loved these moments that he could just relax, where it wasn't Werewolf or human or anything else in between but instead he didn't have to worry about anything because as far as he was concerned they were all just people. He let out a sigh as he realized the impossibility of that fantasy; hunters were mindless drones hell-bent on destroying anything that wasn't human. Red hot rage rose in Dean's stomach and he felt sick, not all creatures were evil! Bruce helped him realize that.

Dean instantly focused on the sound of footsteps approaching from behind him. He was ready to counter an attack, the hair on the back of his neck was bristling, but he quickly calmed his instincts as Steve leaned onto the railing next to him.

"It's a nice night," Steve commented lamely as he struggled with what to say.

The werewolf nodded his head but remained silent.

"Dean, look," Steve sighed and hung his head, "I didn't mean to push my boundaries at breakfast this morning, I should have realized that you didn't want to talk about… that."

Dean chuckled lowly and gazed up at the moon, it was the first night in a month that he hadn't gone for a run. Sure, the pure hot need and exhilaration was still there but frankly Dean was just tired, physically and mentally. As of the moment he just wanted to forget that there was a supernatural side of the world. The hunter placed a hand on Steve's shoulder, "It's okay, I'm not mad."

"You seemed mad," Steve barely muttered and winced once he remembered Dean's superhearing, "Sorry,"

Dean waved it off and turned back to the moon. They stood there, leaning on the railing in silence, for a while. And for once, just for one moment, it wasn't a werewolf and a super solider; it was two people, two men who had been kicked and dragged to hell and back but continued to get back up and manage to kick back.

"Hey Dean?" Steve asked slowly, hesitantly as if he was afraid if he spoke too loud Dean would disappear.

"Yeah?" Dean didn't meet his gaze, instead he just kept staring at the moon.

"You said you had a brother…" Steve trailed off and quickly hung his head back down, "Never mind, I was just wondering…"

Dean laughed softly at Steve's insecurity. Steve was a soft and kind soul, after being with him for a week Dean had the man all figured out. He was a natural born leader, not afraid to get a little mean to get the job done but it tore his soul if he ever hurt anyone that he even remotely cared about. Even Dean, being a complete stranger, was being tip toed around as to not hurt his feelings; but Steve couldn't help his childlike curiosity. He reminded the werewolf of himself.

"You want to know what happened?" Dean asked smoothly and caught Steve's nod from the corner of his eye, "I'll never forget the day; it was just like any other day. John, Sammy and I were hunting a ghost, pretty easy operation, the son of a bitch broke two of John's ribs and gave me this," Dean pulled up his shirt and revealed a foot long scar that stretched from the jut of his hip up diagonally reaching towards his abdomen, Dean caught the concern in Steve's face but waved it off, "Sammy didn't have a scratch on him the lucky bastard. Well we got back to the motel room at where we were staying and John and I could tell there was something on Sammy's mind. John was the first to demand to know what was going on, and Sammy well he didn't react to kindly. You have to understand that the relationship between my brother and father was always on thin ice. John has always been strict ever since mom died when I was four and Sam was an independent soul, you see the problem? When John gave Sam an order, he always did the complete opposite.

"So when John demanded to know what Sam was distracted with, you can imagine his reaction. The kid blew up, started screaming about how John was a shit father and how he wanted to take control of his own life, says he got accepted to collage, Stanford of all places, can you believe it? I remember feeling so proud knowing that the fact that my baby brother was a genius, but John didn't see it that way. John was pissed that Sammy was abandoning us and he told him that if he walked out that door to never come back."

Dean's eye was twinkling in the moonlight as he remembered the memory. He wanted to say something, to stand up with Sammy or at least try to calm everyone down. He's ashamed to say that Dean just stood there and watched.

"Then what happened?" Steve insisted, trying to find out how the story ended.

Dean sighed and closed his eyes, "Sammy walked. He walked right out the door, didn't even look back; and I was stuck there picking up the pieces."

He didn't go into detail about how his father had become an alcoholic. He didn't go into detail of how he cried himself to sleep because he was so hurt that Sammy had actually left. He didn't go into detail of how half of the scars on him had been from at least one of John's famous "Drunken rages" and had, on one instance, gotten John promptly thrown out on his ass from Bobby's. He didn't need Steve's, or anyone else's, pity.

"Do you miss him?" Steve asked softly.

"So much it hurts. He's the only real family I have left, I raised the kid. Dad blamed Sam for mom's death, basically just turned his back on him so I was the one who had to take care of him. He wasn't even really my brother anymore he was more like a son to me." Dean chuckled slightly, "When he left, yeah it hurt like hell, but some days it's enough just to know that he had gotten out. He had quit. This business, hunting, it's a black hole. It takes over your whole life and it eats away at your sanity until your nothing but a mad dog by the end. There is no getting out, but Sammy found a way."

"Is that why you won't go see him?" Steve inquired. His heart hurt for this man, the hell that his family had been through.

"I'm afraid that if I visit him or even talk to him I will bring all this crap back into his life and he doesn't need that. He doesn't deserve that. And with what I am, it will just make everything worse." Dean shook his head, it was better for everyone that he had just cut himself off from Sam.

Steve placed a reassuring hand on Dean's shoulder. "You're an amazing big brother, Dean. Sam is lucky to have you."

Dean nodded and gave the soldier a soft and unconvincing smile. Steve patted his back once more and silently left the balcony, leaving Dean alone with his thoughts.

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"This is a terrible idea," Bruce hissed at the blonde who was driving his car.

"Shush, this is perfect," Steve grinned a toothy grin, "Sam should be out of collage by now."

"Does Dean know we're doing this," Bruce asked accusingly.

"Well, no, not exactly," Steve shrugged, "But think about how much better it will make him feel!"

Bruce sighed and rubbed his temples. How had Steve talked him into this? "And what about Dean's secret?"

Steve waved it off, "They can talk about it while they're catching up with each other."

It was hard to argue with Steve once he set his mind to something, and Bruce knew that the blonde was really only trying to help. It was incredibly convenient when the two had learned that Sam was a lawyer and was actually working at a law firm just outside of New York. Steve had immediately pounced on that coincidence and dragged Bruce, because Bruce was 'good with words and convincing people', to the car for a two hour drive. The scientist wasn't even able to reason with the soldier that, hey, maybe Sam wouldn't even be awake at three-in-the-goddamn-morning. Steve was having none of it, he was determined to fix Dean's family.

The house that the two pulled up in front of was a very homey house. It was your typical 'This is Home' kind of house, complete with a white picket fence. There were a few lights on and Steve shot Bruce a knowing look. Huh, so maybe he would be awake at three in the goddamn morning. Fancy that. Steve sprung from the car and was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet all the way to the door, Bruce sulking behind him. The big blonde knocked very enthusiastically and waited, about to burst from his own skin with excitement. There was shuffling from inside before a man opened the door. Steve was surprised that he had to look up to meet the man's eyes. This was Dean's little brother? The man had a mop of shaggy brown hair and piercing but friendly hazel eyes.

"Yes?" The man asked sweetly, as if he wasn't aware (or frankly didn't even care) of the time.

"Sam? Sam Winchester?" Steve tested the name out slowly. He hoped that this was the right guy, he had only ever heard Dean's last name once and that was over hearing a conversation Tony and Dean were having about 'The perfect badass name'.

Sam's eyes hooded over for a moment and he quickly studied the two men standing on his front doorstep. "Christo," Sam said immediately and watched the two carefully. When he didn't see even the slightest flinch or any form of black, besides the pupils in the two's eye, he replaced his friendly smile, "Yes, may I help you?"

"We're friends of Dean's," Bruce stepped in.

Confusion flashed over Sam's face, replaced by hurt, then anger, then to concern, "Is he okay?" Sam asked quickly.

"Yeah he's fine," Bruce reassured the tall man.

The brother let out a sigh, "That's good."

"We were just hoping that, maybe," Bruce started.

"We were hoping to reconnect your family." Steve effectively cut in with a soft smile.

"We understand if you say no," Bruce tried to calm the situation down before Sam slammed the door in their faces, "But, Dean really needs family right now."

"What about John?" Sam hissed out the name as if it burned his throat to say it.

Steve and Bruce shared a look that Sam caught immediately. "I'll get my shoes." He said in a cold voice.

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Dean again was woken by sunlight invading his eyes. Where was Steve now? Surely the soldier hasn't given up his routine, weren't soldiers the one's who were always so strict about schedule? He scrubbed his face and turned away from the light. To hell with it, if Steve wasn't going to wake him then he was going to sleep.

"Tony requires your presence in the kitchen," Jarvis' voice rang out through the room.

"Tell Tony that his presence is required in hell," Dean grumbled sleepily and pulled the blankets over his head.

There was silence for a good minute before a very loud very sudden bull horn pierced Dean's sensitive ears. With speed he never knew he had, Dean flung himself from the bed in surprise, effectively taking out the night stand, shattering the lamp and throwing papers everywhere and resulting in the piece of furniture crumbling under his velocity, and snapping the bed frame in half.

"Protocol 37 complete," Jarvis informed him. Dean wasn't sure if AI's could sound smug, but Jarvis sure as hell did.

Dean quickly pulled on a pair of pajama pants and a AC/DC shirt, his rage was seething under his skin. He was going to rip Tony in half. The werewolf stormed into the kitchen, fully intent on giving Tony a piece of his mind but the words caught in his throat at what he saw. There, at the table so casually, was a face he never thought he would see again.

"Sammy?" Dean squeaked.

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