Author's Note: I should have mentioned this sooner... The story takes place after Sam jumped into the cage with Michael. But all the events after are different. Mainly because I wasn't a huge fan of soulless Sam, and also because Candy's involved, and I figured... might as well take the story somewhere else. Also, warning, just a bit of mature content in this chapter... Alright, I'm done :) Thanks for reading!

Chapter 2:

Dean rushed forward and hugged his brother tightly. There was a lump forming in Dean's throat, but he refused to cry. He had to be strong like always. However, being reunited with his brother was, as always, causing tears to form in his bottom eyelids. He closed his eyes and let a single tear slide down his cheek.

After a moment, Sam pulled back and looked past Dean into the motel room. He noticed that one of the beds was made up as if it hadn't been used at all. Dean could tell that Sam was looking for Candy, and he knew that when Same realized what was happening, he might be taking a punch to the jaw. Dean could handle it. It wasn't the first time Sam had ever hit him before. What hurt Dean was that he now felt as if he had betrayed his brother by being with Candy.

It didn't take long for Sam to understand. Nevertheless, he stepped further into the room, pushing past Dean, and finally saw the girl he had loved so much laying in the bed. She was sleeping in one of Dean's flannels, but it was opened, and her bra was showing. Not only had they been sleeping in the same bed, but, as Sam feared, they had been putting it to use. Sam silently backed out of the room, pulling Dean out with him. After he closed the door, he threw a punch at Dean. Dean was anticipating it though, and he ducked swiftly to avoid it.

"Sam, listen to me!" Dean pleaded with his brother. "Stop for a second and listen." Sam threw another punch, and this one made contact with Dean's jaw.

"What the hell, Dean?!" Sam snapped. The joy of the reunion was cut short by the fury that built up in Sam as he realized what had happened in his absence. "You could have anyone else! Why did it have to be Candy?! My Candy!" Sam brought his hands up to his head, pain rushing through him and mixing with the fury he felt. "How could you do this?"

"You were gone, Sammy," Dean tried to explain. "You told me to take care of her, so I did. I left... I went to Lisa's, man, but... Candy didn't have anyone, so I went back for her. We've been together for so long, and it just... We turned to one another for comfort..."

"You can comfort her without having sex with her, Dean!" Sam yelled. "She was everything to me, Dean! She's more than just another lay."

"I know she is, Sammy. That's not what it's about, I promise," Dean took a deep breath. Both brothers were beginning to calm down, but the hurt that Sam was feeling had not gone away. It was still eating away inside of him. "Look, man, I love her. She's... She's perfect. I couldn't help but fall for her. We've been on the road for a year."

"She was my girl, Dean. You shouldn't have gotten that close to her...," Sam frowned. "I missed you. I missed both of you so much. I was trapped in that cage, being tortured by Lucifer... Thinking that I had to get back to her, and to you. Then, somehow, I get out. I wake up in the middle of a field with no idea how I got there, and I have another chance. I track you down, only to find out you've been sleeping with Candy."

"We missed you, too. She was devastated, Sammy. We both were. She sat up every night crying, holding your jacket against her chest and begging Cas to bring you back like he did me," Dean told him. "You have to understand... We were all we had."

"No... You don't do that, Dean. We're brothers. I just... I understand, Dean, but I still love her. What happens now?" Sam leaned back against the wall. "She loves you now..."

"Look... I'm sure she'll be more than happy to run back to you. Just.. give me the night with her. Please. Let me talk to her." Dean was practically begging Sam at that point, so Sam reluctantly agreed. "You look tired, Sammy. Here." Dean pulled out his wallet and handed Sam all of the cash that was inside. "Get yourself a room and get some rest... In the morning, we'll all meet up and you can tell us everything you remember. We'll figure out what happened to you."

"I really did miss you, Dean," Sam added one more time before turning away from his brother. "I knew I had to get back to you. I thought you would have been losing it..."

"I did lose it, Sam," Dean sighed, "but then I found her."

After Sam left, Dean headed back into the room. The sound of the door closing woke Candy, and she sat up in confusion. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, then looked up at Dean questioningly. Dean didn't say anything. Instead, he crawled over her in the bed, pinning her beneath him. Candy watched him with an expression of wonder as he sat up and gently slid her underwear down her legs. Immediately after, he unbuttoned his jeans and took them off quickly.

"Dean," she finally spoke, "what's going on?"

"Shh," he whispered, brushing her bangs out of her face. "I just need to feel you again. One last time." He pulled her knees up so that they were against his sides. Candy put her hands on his chest and pushed slightly,

"Wait, stop... What do you mean 'one last time'?" Her expression of wonder had turned into one of worry. Dean leaned down to kiss her passionately before proceeding to push into her. Candy couldn't speak anymore. All she could do was focus on how good it felt to be with Dean in that way again. She couldn't help but notice that this time was different than the others. Dean was moving slowly, and running his hands over every inch of her with a tenderness he never used before. It was as if he just wanted to feel her skin underneath his fingertips.

After it was over, they laid together in the bed. Candy was laying on Dean's firm chest, tracing his tattoo with her finger gently. Dean was silent, rubbing Candy's back lovingly, but she still felt uneasy. The romantic and passionate intimacy they shared moments before had distracted her from his odd behavior, but once it was over, it became obvious again.

"Dean, what's wrong?" She asked him. "Are you okay?"

"I have something to tell you, and I'm scared to say it," Dean muttered. "I just want to lay here with you, touch you. I don't know if I'll be able to do it again. I needed to be with you..."

"What is it? Why would it be the last time, Dean?" Candy sat up and looked down at him nervously. "Tell me. Please."

"Sam's back, Candy. He just showed up at the door, and I did the tests... It's really him," he explained. "I hugged him because I was so happy to see him, but he was looking for you, too. He saw you in bed... In my shirt. I had to tell him the truth, but he already knew we had been together. He could tell... He was so mad at me, and I feel like shit."

"That's not possible," Candy shook her head. "Sam can't be back, Dean. There's no way that he's back. He jumped into the cage! You told me he was in the cage with Lucifer and Michael!"

"He was. Someone pulled him out of the cage. I have no idea how, but... Sammy's back. My little brother is back, and I might have ruined our relationship already. But... What's worse is I don't regret any of it," Dean admitted shamefully. "All I could think while he was yelling at me was... I'm not ready to lose you, Candy. If you want to go back to him, I understand, but... I'm not going to be able to change how I think about you now. It just isn't possible."

"Dean... this changes a lot of things, but not how I feel about you," Candy told him, running her hand over his chest. "I don't know what's going to happen. I love you both so much, but... I don't love Sam like I love you anymore. I can't just make this past year go away. It happened. We happened. There's no taking it back."

"I wouldn't even if I could... In all the years I've been on the road, and out of all of the girls I've been with, I've never needed someone so much. Before you, I expected to be alone. I knew one day Sam would find a girl and leave me to do the dirty work on my own. I would have never thought that I'd be dragging one along with me. Especially some bartender Sam fell for a long time ago." Dean laughed a little, "Remember when you first met me? And I tried to hit on you, but you just thought I was some drunk asshole trying to get laid. Well, I mean... I was. Then Sam came in, and you two talked for hours while I shot pool and hussled some dumb bikers out of two hundred dollars. And when the time came to leave, he just couldn't leave without you. He'd only known you for three days, and he was like... addicted to you. I didn't get it."

"Because you only used women for sex," Candy reminded him with a frown. "That's why you didn't get it."

"That's true. But then I went to Lisa, because I didn't have anywhere to go when we lost Sammy. She tried to help, but... I felt lost. I didn't have my little brother. I knew that he wanted me to take care of you, so I went back for you. And... after awhile together, I started to understand why he had to take you with us, why he just couldn't leave you. There's something about you. You're stubborn and strong. Beautiful and brave and everything else that I could ever ask for. And even now, when I know the right thing to do would be to let you go back to Sam, I can't. Because I know that... seeing you with him would hurt like hell." After he finished talking, Dean was silent for a long time. Candy couldn't find the right words to tell Dean not to worry. That she wasn't going anywhere. The problem was, Candy didn't know what the hell she was going to do.