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Chapter Two- Welcome Back

The brothers stole an old yellow clunker and headed to South Dakota. Sam was thrilled to be out of Hell and they sang out their happiness. Dean was looking at Sam with unyielding affection as they traveled. All Dean could think about was his little brother leaping into the pits of Hell for Dean, the last of his remaining humanity seeping away. He could almost see the creature his brother had been in the pit.

Sooner than expected, the car was puttering up Bobby's driveway. The house hadn't changed a bit. They stretched like cats, their joints popping as they approached the front door. Dean knocked on the old wooden door and they didn't wait long before Bobby tossed the door open. Bobby's face had aged since the last time Sam saw him. Of course the boys couldn't blame him, losing both Sam and Dean so close together didn't do the man any favors.

"Hey Bobby." The boys said in unison. Bobby didn't say anything, his face was changing between shock, fear, and finally landed on determined.

"Sam, Dean. Its… it's good to see you boys." Bobby stepped back from the door motioning for the two to come inside. Dean strode in, a shit-eating grin across his face. Sam was close behind, a shy smile barely on his face. Then as expected Bobby tossed holy water over them. Dean sighed heavily when the water hit him in the face. He shook it off easily but Sam… Sam leapt back, yelling and rubbing at his face, steam hissed between his fingers.

"Sam!" Dean called, turning his attention to his little brother. Dean hastily rubbed his shirt over Sam's face and hands. Sam blinked his suddenly multicolored eyes at Dean, tears leaking out of the corners. The brilliant yellow and red seemed out of place in the black and silver.

"Sam." Bobby's voice shook, and he swallowed hard as those eyes found him. "What's goin' on with you?"

"I… I'm a demon?" Sam replied.

"Are you asking me or telling me? Sam… you just walked right through my Devil's Trap." Bobby nodded over at his floor mat, and Dean picked it up. The Devil's Trap was definitely there and not broken in anyway. Bobby cleared his throat and lifted a silver blade.

"I'd like to still check Dean." Bobby held the sharp blade out to Dean who lifted it. Dean slashed his arm and was going to hand It to Bobby when Sam snatched it up. Sam looked it over before he cut his thumb with the blade. The soft hiss had Sam scoffing and handing the blade back.

"One can only hope…" Sam explained.

"Anyway… one of you want to tell me how you are standing before me? I helped John burn the both of you." Bobby's face hardened and his eyes burned with a flickering fire. "You both…"

"I'm sorry, Bobby… I couldn't leave Dean down there." Sam interrupted.

"Speaking of which… how did you do that? Suicide?" Dean asked. Sam lead the way into the sitting room and plopped down.

"I'm going to explain only once so call dad then I'll talk. It wasn't easy." Sam wouldn't look at Bobby. Dean sighed, Sam had his bitchface on full force.

Dean turned to Bobby. "So should I call him or you?"

John Winchester hadn't stopped in seven hours. Bobby's call was vague. He had said that he had house guests that John needed to see immediately, so here he was. The dirt driveway up to Bobby's house was kicked up under the tires of the Impala as the black car screeched to a stop. The sun had set not long ago and the sky was just light enough for John to be able to still see. He pushed the door to Bobby's home open and slipped, not bothering to knock.

"Bobby!" John called. He stepped into the sitting room and froze. His hands were suddenly slick. His eyes were burning. He couldn't breathe… his lungs weren't working. He could smell fire, and death. He could feel his sons' cold stiff bodies. He could feel the pain like it was fresh. Because sitting on Bobby's couch were his boys. Dean looked up at him and gave a wide grin. He could see four year old Dean looking up at him through those green eyes. And Sam. Sam was getting to his feet. He had grown. How was that possible?

"How?" John sounded angry but he always did when he was scared. He looked to Bobby who was approaching him.

"They were waiting for you before they explained." Bobby spoke softly, he knew better than anyone what this was doing to John.

"Dad." Dean stood, his eyes never leaving John.

"Dean." John greeted. That seemed all that was needed because the next thing he knew, Dean was in his arms. Dean's skin was sunburned and hot against John. Dean smelt of blood, sweat and fire. His heart pounded against John. He was alive. Then Sam was there, towering over all of them. Lanky, teenage Sam was gone, replaced by the man before John. He too showed definite signs of being alive. But unlike his brother, he smelt strongly of fire, blood and burnt skin.

"Ok… tell me how this happened." John commanded. He went and sat on the recliner, while his boys shared the couch. The two were leaning together and Dean patted Sam on the leg.

Sam tilted his head, "Azazel tricked me… he gave me the Colt and told me to open the Hell Gate. He said Dean could escape Hell if I opened it. So I did. Azazel told me he was lying then. So I killed him, and jumped into Hell." Sam continued his story. Telling to his family how he traveled through Hell, he left out the majority of his changes. He didn't want his father to see him as anymore of a monster than he already did. "And I found Dean and something pulled us out of Hell. Some lion, horse, alien creatures… I don't know what they were."

Dean nodded and lifted the sleeve of his shirt. There upon his arm was a bright red hand print, the finger prints raised. Sam lifted his shirt from his torso, feather patterns dance along his stomach, a hand print on his rib cage. John leaned forward, staring at the markings.

"Bobby? Any ideas?" Dean spoke up, hissing when John touched the burn.

"Not exactly. But… I do have a psychic friend. She can probably help. I'll give her a call and we can head over tomorrow." Bobby stood up with a groan. "Dinner then bed, I think."

"I second that." Dean cheered.

"I'll head into town for some burgers." Bobby announced.

Dean opened his mouth and with a hearty guffaw Sam called out with Dean. "Don't forget the pie!"

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