Hello all my wonderful readers! I want to thank you all for the comments and follows they really drive me to write more :) so without further ado here is the next chapter!

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Dean Winchester was not a man who is left speechless very often, he prides himself on his razor sharp tongue and his ability to spew out comebacks so fast it would make your head spin, but when he met eyes with his baby brother who he hadn't seen in years sitting so casually at the table he couldn't think of a damn thing to say.

"Hey Dean," Sam said and stood up from the table. The younger man quickly moved towards his older brother and wrapped him in a hug.

Sam remembered the day he left. He had been so pissed at John he didn't even think twice about leaving, but one thing he regretted for all the days after that was leaving Dean. The man had raised Sam from a baby, taught him everything he knew from cars and girls to picking locks and taking apart guns. Dean was the one who had been there when Sam had killed his first monster (a ghost in Tampa), he was there when he had said his first word (which happened to be "Dean"), Dean was there for him when he had taken his first steps and how had Sam repaid him? By walking out the door without so much as a good bye or even an explanation. That was the very least that his older brother deserved. Sam just hoped that Dean wasn't too mad at him. After all these years the younger man hadn't heard even the slightest sound from his brother, except every year on his birthday since he had left he would get a call from a restricted number and the voice mail was the same for every year: Happy Birthday, Sammy.

Dean was in shock for a moment until he wrapped his arms around his baby brother and hugged him back. He never thought he would see the big brunette for the rest of his life, no matter how much it pained him. He wouldn't be responsible for dragging innocent Sammy back into the hunting life, he wouldn't. Dean pulled out of Sam's embrace and looked like a cornered animal and then he was gone, running as fast as his legs would take him from the room.

"Dean!" Sam called out and began to run after his brother. The Avengers just stood in the kitchen and traded glances with each other.

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Dean whipped down yet another hallway and kept running, Sam was close behind. He couldn't run as fast in his human form as he could in his werewolf form and he desperately wanted to change, but that would defeat the purpose of trying to hide his secret. Dean skidded to a halt as he turned another corner and dove into a room, slamming and locking the door. The werewolf stood there with his back against the door before he slowly slid to the ground, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. A soft knock came from the outside.

"Dean?" Sam's voice was laced with hurt and confusion. Dean couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped his throat, "Dean, what's going on? I thought… I thought that you would be happy to see me."

"Sammy," Dean squeaked out and cleared his voice to gain more traction, "Of course I'm glad to see you!"

"Then why are you hiding in a room from me?" Sam twisted the door knob but the door didn't budge.

"Because," Dean stopped when his voice hitched and took a deep breath to start again, "Because you can't be here."

"Dean," Sam sighed as he slid down to sit against the door, "You aren't making any sense."

Dean lets out a huff of breath, "How did you get here?"

"Your friends Steve and Bruce came to my house this morning, they didn't tell me much all they said was that you 'needed family right now'," Sam sighed.

"And that's all they told you?" Dean questioned slowly, he could work with that. If Sam didn't know he was… different, he could definitely work with that.

"Yes," Sam said slowly, deliberately, "Dean what happened to you? Where's John?"

A cold shiver forced its way down Dean's spine, "Not right now, Sam please I'll explain later but… not right now."

Without warning the door was yanked open and Sam tumbled backwards in surprise, the taller man was pulled up into a fierce hug. Dean was going to drag this out; he was going to spend as much time with Sam as he could. Dean wanted to believe that Sam would accept him, even as a werewolf, but part of him was scared. Scared of the rejection, scared of the fear he might see if Sam knew what he really was. So no, Dean wasn't going to tell him, not yet at least.

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The Avengers and the two Winchesters sat at the large mahogany table eating dinner. Steve had made Tony offer Sam a room, right down the hall from Dean's. The young lawyer had refused at first but when Steve wanted something then the world be damned if he didn't get it, and right now all he wanted to do was help put the remaining pieces of Dean's family back together. Sam had made a call to his firm, saying he would be out for a few months, quickly spewing out some lie about his brother being in the hospital. Luckily, the firm had asked no questions, and neither had Sam's girlfriend Jessica, who he also called and told he wouldn't be home for a few months for the same reason. The blonde had easily agreed, trusting Sam and hung up the phone with a quick "I love you".

Jessica was Sam's world, his everything. They had been dating since Sam had started collage, their relationship quickly becoming something more and after they were both done they had moved in together. Sam had secretly been debating internally with himself to ask the question. He loved Jessica, more than anything, and he hoped that the woman felt the same.

"So Sammy," Dean said casually from across the table as he munched of a cut of steak, "What have you been up to?"

"Well," Sam wiped his mouth with his napkin and placed his hands in his lap, "Nothing much really; I got a degree, became a lawyer, got a girlfriend, life has really been looking up."

"Oh?" Dean smiled a mischievous smile, "So my little bro has a girl, huh? What's the lucky ladies name?"

"Jessica Moore," Sam had a slight blush on his face, everyone was watching the interaction between the two brothers.

"And you haven't been hunting? Demons? Vampires? Nothing?" Dean pressed, eager to know if Sam had actually gotten out.

The younger Winchester coughed on the sip of water he was about to swallow, "Dean!" He choked out in surprise and looked at the strangers about the table.

"Oh relax Sammy, they've already all had the whole 'the truth is out there' speech." Dean waved off his brother's surprise, "I was just curious."

Sam wiped at the water dribbling down his chin and glanced around, "Honestly, no. I mean not now but at first…" Sam trailed off.

Dean dropped his fork to the table with a clatter, "What do you mean at first?"

"Well," Sam shifted uncomfortably, "The first few days at collage were quiet, you know, actually quiet. It was peaceful. And then about a week in there was a murder of some poor student in the woods. It was all over the news, the kid was maimed and almost unrecognizable, authorities were calling it 'an animal attack', but us hunters knew better than that. There was something else that caught my attention about the murder though…"

"His heart was missing," Dean jumped, wishing to all things that he was wrong. Please God please let me be wrong, the werewolf thought desperately.

Sam gave a short, curt nod and all the color fled from Dean's face.

"What does that mean?" Bruce asked from the other side of the table. All the members of the Avengers were now listening to the story intently.

"It means the poor bastard was killed by a… a werewolf." Dean explained slowly, trying to even his voice.

Sam nodded again, "Werewolves kill their prey and eat their hearts, it's always been their M.O."

"So what did you do?" Steve asked slowly.

"I did what any hunter would do, I hunted the wolf down and I put a silver bullet in its heart," Sam said casually.

All eyes were on Dean. He was beginning to hyperventilate. "I, uh, I gotta get some air," The werewolf said lamely and all but ran from the room.

Sam watched him go but didn't stand up to follow. The Avengers all traded glances again before it was silently decided that Steve would go talk to him.

The super soldier found the werewolf pacing the balcony on the top of the tower.

"Dean?" Steve said cautiously, alerting the werewolf to his presence.

Immediately, Dean turned from his pace and strode quickly towards the Captain. He drew his arm back and punched the blonde as hard as he could in the face; Steve fell backwards despite the Super Soldier serum. An angry Dean actually matched, if not exceeded, Steve's own strength.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean snarled angrily, "Didn't you hear me say anything just yesterday?"

"Of course I did," Steve rubbed his jaw and looked up into Dean's eyes with a sad glance, "I just… I just wanted to help bring your family back together."

"Did you think this through at all?" Dean shouted in anger and clenched his fists tightly, "Did you think about the mental Hell this would put me through? I have never, in my life lied to Sammy, but that's all I'm doing now! And what about Sam, huh? Did you think of the pain he would have to deal with when he learns that his own brother is a… a… a MONSTER?" Dean was near hysterics and he needed to punch something.

"I just…" Steve looked down with a frown.

"Don't! I know what you were trying to do, but you didn't. You've crossed a line Steve, this was an unforgivable move." Dean could feel his bones and muscle struggling to shift, his mind being overcome with rage.

Steve gasped suddenly and took a step back, "Dean… your eyes…"

The werewolf turned towards the window, catching his reflection in the moonlight off of the glass. His heart stopped and his anger disappeared quickly. His usual hazel eyes were clouded over turned to a deep blood red spotted with black specks on the inside of the irises. Dean looked from his reflection to the soldier and then back again. He had never noticed that before, and his stomach quickly sank as he turned back to the Captain.

"I just… do you understand why I'm upset?" Dean asked slowly, tiredly, as all his energy was suddenly gone, "You went behind my back and against my wishes and brought my baby brother here. And as much as I missed the hell out of Sammy, I won't be responsible for bringing all this Supernatural shit back into his life."

Steve nodded slowly, "So you haven't told him yet?"

Dean shook his head and fell to the ground in an Indian style seat, resting his elbows on his knees and dropping his head to his hands. "I want to, believe me I do, but I just couldn't take it if he rejected me just like dad had. I mean, Jesus, didn't you hear what he said in there? Sammy is a hunter, no matter how bad he and I wish against it, and a hunter will not hesitate to put a monster down."

"Dean," Steve sat down beside the werewolf and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "You know Sam would never do that. He's not just a hunter, he's your brother damn it! You said it yourself; you raised the kid, that's gotta count for something right? And even if worse does come to worse you have Tony, and Bruce, and Natasha, and Clint, and me standing right there behind you. Dean we would die for you, you're part of the team now."

Dean slowly looked up and his eyes were met with a lopsided smile from the big blonde. He nodded slowly and began to play with the hem of his sweatpants. That's all he seemed to wear these days; sweatpants and t-shirts, they were easy to get out of in case he ever needed to change, you can never be too careful. "I don't know how to tell him," Dean sighed.

The soldier thought that the werewolf looked like a little kid who was about to fess up to his first lie. Dean liked to pretend that he didn't need anyone, that he was strong and independent enough to make it through life all by himself; but the real truth was that deep down, Dean was like everyone else. He was insecure and vulnerable; searching for people's acceptance like it was a drug. And really it was, it was a drug that would slowly eat away at his insides if he was cut off from it.

"Just say what your heart is saying," Steve said softly and almost expected Dean to laughing at the corniness of it.

The werewolf didn't laugh, he didn't even smile, he looked more like he was absorbed in deep thought. Then he gave a small nod before he stood up.

"Will you be there when I tell him? You know… just in case?" Dean kicked at the ground nervously.

"Of course," Steve gave a soft smile, "We all will."

Ooooo suspense! How will Sammy react? Guess you will have to wait and see! Comment and I will try to get the chapter up faster!