SPN/D/A X over

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Darkaina : this is my first attempt to capture the elusive Dean Winchester: (Starts leaving a trail of M&M's for Dean to follow. Has an old fashioned trap set for the sandy haired hunter)

Sam & Dean make their way onto the screen: (audience Cheers) Dean,: and she was like (Pauses- Hey Sammy! Look, (points to trail- food!

Sam: Dean that's not sanitary

"Dean: What's not sanitary? (with a handful of M&M's starts popping them into his mouth--

Sam: Oh never mind -(Not looking were he's going (springs trap) AHH!

Dean: looks around Sammy! Hey Sammy! Where'd you go! (Shrugs- and starts to walk away

Darkaina: drat! I've been foiled by a puppy!

Shifter (Looks up- Sammy, my first step to being the real Dean Winchester, no Dean is complete without his puppy eyed little brother (grins evil-y)

Darkaina: Shifter Just read the damn Disclaimer

Shifter: Darkaina owns noting but her stupid imagination

Darkaina: (I heard that- and if I don't get Dean to strip tease, their will be a lot of disappointed fans out there.

Darkaina: I'm withholding you M&M' privileges and freeing Sammy, if you don't think of something

Sam: Hey! Is anyone out there! Come on: some please save me: (Read and Review: (SOP) :save our puppy LOL

:end skit.

Part 2.:Dean's Prov

Chapter 3: Danger at the Junkyard.

The trip to Bobby's junkyard, was one that Dean would never forget, he kept peering over, to the passenger seat, where his, little brother, was occupying, Sam was using the door for support, his head lulled to the side, , whimpering from time to time, "I did this" thought Dean, this is all my fault, but don't worry Sammy I'll fix this, I'll fix all this, its what I do.

The long drive, to the junkyard, was just what I needed, like I needed anymore time to reflect on the time I spent in hell. I did, some pretty nasty stuff, there. And the kicker was that I enjoyed every bit of it. The ripping of flesh, drowning my sorrows, in the anguished cries, cries, that no one heard, no one cared, the minute, I was taken off that wrack, I was no longer Dean Winchester, I was, his empty shell, I remembered how I felt, the searing pleasure, that exploded, the electric touch of pain, I inflicted many punishments, on nameless, worthless faces. I carved into their flesh, I sucked out their soul, I made them writhe in pleasure before devouring them in pain, I held on tight, to the one reason, why I was here, for Sam, everything I did, was for Sam. Each time, I was called upon, I asked one simple question, "where is Sam?" and if they didn't answer me correctly, I would snap their neck, and ask it again. Allister did nothing, but fuel me on, whether it was lies, or the truth, I didn't care. All I wanted was Sam.

So when Castiel, pulled me out, from the pit, he didn't realize, the thread of humanity, I held onto for forty years, or four months, was slowly dwindling, as I learned, Sam's secrets. I became enraged, trying to stay. The way I was before, was becoming harder and harder, Castiel showed me, what Sam, was so desperately trying to keep from me, I met my mother, and man, I wished Sam, could've met her, she was where we got the hunter genes from, and that bastard, kept me, from changing the past. I was on my way to confront him, when I overhead him talking, with his roommate, when I found out, who she actually was, it was Ruby, I flipped, snapping at Sam, to stay out of this, as I cornered her. She was in a different meat suit, but still the same cocky son of a bitch, I should have slit her throat when I had the chance, but the real kicker was, that I found out, that Sam, still had his powers, that bitch Ruby, had sunken her claws, into my little brother, and had been, encouraging him to use his powers, and the worst part of it all, was the Sam didn't even mind, god their was so many things, that boy wasn't telling me, I guilt tripped him, into getting into the car, but as a hunt came along involving, another half blood, but when I found out, that he wasn't willing to give up his powers, and, was determined to get through to this guy, I snapped lashing out at him, I hit him not once, but twice, stunning him. I could see, the Sam, I had left behind, flash briefly, in those hazel eyes, I stormed out, slamming the door behind me, I didn't care, later on after the hunt, Sam had wound up killing, the demon, with his powers, he saved me, in the process, but I still made him promise never to use, his powers again "For me! I begged. He didn't agree with me right away, still hesitant, because, he believed, he, and Jake, were the same, and when he did cave saying that he wasn't forfeiting his powers for me, but for himself, I let it slide, because I truly believed his words.

I joked, my jokes became slightly more morbid, as the time passed, and I could see how it was effecting him, at first I thought, it was, the time we spent apart, it was something I was trying to rectify right now, by taking him places, their was a shifter, we had been hunting, that was imitating, old horror flicks, such as Dracula , and werewolves, the attacks were brutal, leaving the shredded remains of a couple, I had lightly joked, that, I was still a virgin, Sam scuffed, It was a case of mistaken identity, who was Dr. Harker anyways, and whose idea was it to dress me in shorts and strap me to a board, that looked like it came from an old Frankenstein movie, poor Susan, she was taken to be Dracula's bride, mistaken as Nina Harker. Sam ended up saving us, the shifter thinking he was Van Hellsing himself, attacked, Sam was hurt, and no hurt Sam, not even this Sam. I ended up losing my virginity to her and her hot tongue, I gave her what she wanted, I let her explore my body, as our bodies, meshed together, in a rhythmic, erotic movements, but when she found the scare, that Castiel inflicted on me, when he pulled me from my damned world and thrust me, into a hellish world. She shunned me, but still, she had done, what I had expected. Coming out of the little inn, Dean gave Sam, a cocky smirk.

As time passed, hunts came and gone, I had finely introduced the angel to my brother, we were hunting, a spirit, that, was notorious, for coming out on all hollows eve, to shed, blood, it was at the time, we got separated the dead was coming back to life, and I left my brother, to handle a mausoleum full of the undead. I had blasted, them, but more kept coming, and when I was able to get away, I saw my brother use his powers, to defeat the Sephrim, I couldn't look at him, after that, but I was determined to save him, as time passed, their were a lot more fights, between us, I tried, to mend the gap, by letting him, know, exactly what, happened to me, he was quiet, and I was thankful for that. For the time being, I had the opportunity to make a wish, but I forfeited that, for a sandwich, a sandwich gone bad, that was what the wishing well did, it took our deepest wishes and made them come true, it was an inanimate Dinjin, it had spell placed on it, a magic token, wishes gone a wry, we stopped it, and I guilt tripped him once again, it was the only way I could keep him in line. To keep him, by my side, later on, we went to our old school people were dying, by the possessed students, we went under cover, as a gym coach: I was their god, while Sammy was the brooding Janitor, we soon found out, who was, wrecking havoc, upon are old school, I had even persuaded Sam, to burn the remains, of his old friend Berry, I didn't realize, how traumatic, that was for Sam, that night, at the motel, he had locked himself, in the bathroom, I could hear him crying, for his lost friend. I tried to console him, from the other side of the door. But I was glad, that Berry was gone, that meant, I had Sam, to myself, Sam would never know, how hell changed me, and I preyed that Sam never found out.

It ended up being, Dirk the Jerk, a name, that Sammy created. I could remember wanting to pummel that jerk into the ground, for picking on him, knowing that Sam was capable, of defending himself, because I was the one who taught him.

I could tell, Sam felt bad, after visiting their father, the man, had kept a lock of hair of his son's. shit was bad all over, and that was the damn truth, we learned, that, Dirk's mom, was dead, dying of cancer. And the reason why, Dirk, picked on smaller children, why he picked on My Sammy, but still that was no reason, dirk the jerk himself, came for Sam, possessing the bus, driver a built bald man, in a black T. and denim blue, he came after Sam, tackling him, after finding the lock of hair, I set it aflame, burning the last raiment of Dirk, and Saving my baby brother.

And lastly the siren,: the thing, the monster, who disguised itself, of your ideal, companion, using its spell, it had the power to implant a thought, and see through it, Nick, god I hated the man, the man, who, clawed his way, wedging himself between me and my brother if only that fuck knew, what I been through, for that pup of mine. I unknowingly fallen under his spell. I had found out that, Sam was still in touch with Ruby, I had sifted through his contact list, and actually dialed her number, she sounded pissed when I didn't say anything, I just listened to her voice, if she was angry at Sam. Nick drove to me, to a motel room, told me to wait, I did so, and when Sam, came, through the door, I pulled close to me, wrapping my arm his upper chest, as I awaited my orders from the siren, Sammy struggled within my arms, as Nick told me to knick Sam's neck, I felt my arm rise up, and do just, that, the smell of blood, assaulted me, and I felt a little satisfaction, that Sam finely realized, how far, this had all gone, I wanted to nuzzle into his neck, to smear his blood across my face, and own him. But I couldn't I was following its orders. Then that sick fuck, had the auditory to effect my brother, with the same spell, I could feel Sam pull back, as the fucker, promised whomever won this little match would forever stay, his, oh hell no, I wouldn't let him, Sam was mine, and I didn't know if Sammy was playing role, like we used to, confuse you opponent by a false argument, then, when the thing, thinks he/she has won, strike out, but Sam, seemed to be entwined within the spell, the worst part of it, was that Dean, couldn't seem to shut up, he hammered down on the fact, that Sam liked to fuck monsters, demons, like Madison and Ruby, while Sam fired back, saying how he was tired, of always protecting Dean, well shit, and hear dean thought it was the other way around, he went on, saying that he had become a piss poor hunter, that, Dean was holding him back, damn it, I was trying to save that little bitch of mine, their was another thing, that the siren was notorious for making, its victim, kill, the closet thing to his heart. And that was Sam, I had finely realized, that who I was facing wasn't my Sammy anymore, and I didn't know when he had changed, or was he changing, and I was turning a blind eye, to the fact, that the demon blood, had taken away the one thing, that I'd been fighting to protect, family comes first, I was going to drill that into Sam's head, one way or another, the fight, took a turn for the worse, when I spotted an axe, incased in glass, smashing the glass, I grabbed the axe, swinging it down, Sam, rolled out to the way, I was so angry, everything, I did, was because of him, and if I had to hurt him a little, to prove my point, I didn't see any harm in that, after all, I did far, lot, more, nastier things, when I was in hell. I moved without a sound, I had thrown him through the door, he crash landed, on the other side, skidding a little, before slamming into the wall, I knocked him down again, when he got up, he was sprawled out on the floor, and he dodged another blow from the axe, grinding my teeth together, I heard a muffled cry, I must've knick' d him, but I couldn't stop, he must die, I must save him, determination locked in my eyes: bright green eyes darkened, as the intent to kill became, so strong Dean couldn't hold back, Nick was gloating from where he stood in the middle of the hallway, I raised the axe above me head, I was going to bring it down, I was going to end my brother's life, I was going to save him, and when Nick does finely bore of me, if he decides to release me from his grasp, I too, would kill him, for what he was making me do. Out of nowhere a hand came out gripping the handle bar, I struggled not wanting to give up, wanting Sam, to be safe, and knowing this was the only way to do this, so that Bitch Ruby wouldn't get to him, so that, when I finely smite, Castiel, and Uriel sends my demented ass, back to hell, I would finely be with the Sammy I love, the Sammy I had, protected, ever since, the night of the fire. Sammy was mine, I struggled with Bobby, the old hunter was pretty strong, he was able to rip my weapon, away, sending it flying, into the back of the siren, breaking its spell. the rift, had winded into to an extent I didn't know I could mend. When Bobby offered, to come I sucked in a breath, I didn't need, the old hunter, to tag along, it was my job to mend the rift, and I was sure, that, Sam caught that look my eye and once again I had guilt' d him, into tagging along, I ignored him, till the point were he collapsed, and now I was bringing him back, to the junkyard, to rest, I knew the Sam next to me, was just a looming shadow, of hurt, little brother, I knew Sam was suffering, he had been suffering for four long months without me, but I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere.

The Impala pulled slowly into the gravel driveway, of an old unkempt junkyard, their were bits and pieces, of cars and trunks, in their former glory, awaiting to be salvaged, into a master piece. Shutting of the engine, I opened the door, not before turning to Sam, and brushing a hand, through his long girly hair, I apologized, for the second time that day. I didn't mean for him to bleed out, god if he was dead, what would I do, I was brought back to save him, and if I couldn't, If he died, then, the last thread of humanity, that I was desperately holding onto, would unravel, the last thought, of what I left behind, would crumble, and I would unleash hell, myself, faster then that bitch Lilth, ever could Lucifer was child's play, if he died, then, I would make sure, everyone else, would follow. Castiel made the mistake of resurrecting me. When their was nothing left of this sandy haired hunter.

From the window, Singer, spotted the Impala, as she pulled to a stop, in front, the windows were oddly, tainted black, as if shielding out, a horrible secret. Bobby felt a sense of dread, once the door opened, he waited for Dean, to slip out, but wasn't surprised, that Dean didn't, instead, he sat there, door opened, staring ahead, gripping the wheel. Deep in thought. Moving fast, thinking this was a life or death situation, he went out the door, skidding to a stop, as he neared the impala, the engine was cut, and silence raffled, through. The ragged breathing of the youngest. Brought him out of his daze, "Sammy hang on! Said Dean coming back to life, as he noticed Bobby, who stood in front of the car. He grinned, solemnly, and unbuckled Sam, before stepping out, he shut the door, and went to the other side, "its okay big guy, I getchya," I said, knowing as soon as I opened the door Sam would fall out, Sam was still alive, as dean grasped Sam, careful not to anger his brother's injury, anymore then necessary Dean hoisted him up into his arms, I groaned, feeling the full weight of my brother, a weight, that was depleting with every second that ticked on, I held him tightly, carrying him inside, ignoring Bobby's questioning glances as Singer followed me in. Through the open door,

Bobby kept quiet as Dean placed, Sam onto the couch, Sam, who wanted to curl into himself to stop the pain, but groaned, as it all seemed futile under his brother's touch. "Its okay Sam, I just need to get a good look at ya" I left to go get some, supplies, I knew that Bobby had, Bobby had, everything, searching through the cupboards, I found the necessary items that were needed to patch up my kid brother,

Bobby couldn't sit back any longer, as he dove into Dean, trying to carve out the truth in the younger man.

"Dean! What happened to Sam, I thought when I left you boys, you were going to work things out, I don't think this is working things out, do you? I flinched, at the moment, Bobby had sounded like dad. I didn't like it, I kept quiet, but knew my own eyes betrayed me. But it silenced the old hunter, as I went about, gathering some cold water, a nuking it, in the microwave, that creaked, cringing in protest, as the glass measuring cup of water rotated, around and around, when it beeped, Dean worked fast, getting the hot water into a flask bowl. And grabbing a dry washcloth.

"I'll tell you while I work on him" I said, saying nothing else, Dean made his way into the living room, placing a gentle hand on his baby brother's shoulder. And set to work, he was making small talk, with the junkyard hunter. Explaining, how he must've, knick' d Sam before, Bobby came to the rescue, and only a little while ago, finding out, the extensive damage, that little knick had inflicted, he told bobby, that he was able to clean it that night, so it wasn't infected, dean was more worried about the loss of blood then anything else. I had only told the old hunter, what I thought, he wanted to know, I never mentioned what thought, while holding the axe, the resentment I felt toward both hunters, Sam's life was in my care, it always had been, and I was trying to keep it there. I didn't think I would ever need bobby's help again. But I couldn't do this on my own. I couldn't fight, both angel and demon. And I think bobby could tell, that I was holding something back but he didn't say anything, if he knew, it wouldn't matter, the way I felt about Sam, couldn't be taken away, or misplaced. I caressed his face, the loving gesture didn't go unnoticed.

"Dean! What do you think you doing? He asked, eyeing the malevolent hunter, "I'm saving him bobby, or do you want Sam dead, because I don't. I answered with a partial sneer.

Bobby straightened in his seat, "can I help" he asked. "I've got it now, I said, brushing the warm cloth, against, the anger mark, oh how I wanted to kiss it, to make it better, I restrained myself, Bobby would never understand, Sam would never understand, the depths I would go, for that boy, I know no boundaries and I think Bobby understood, the disgust in his eyes was expected, I mean, brothers, aren't supposed to love this way, to feel this way, and I knew it was one sided, for now. When Sam wakes up, things would different, Sam would have to lean on me, I had plans for Ruby as well, I would string her up, like a whorish Christmas tree, with all her vital organs displayed, I wanted Sam to know, their would be consequences for betrayal.

I could see, that Bobby wanted through me out, flat on my ass, and close the door, behind him, I could see he wanted to take Sam away from me, perhaps, he thought I was sick in the had, he was the first, to think that, since I came back, even the idiotic angels failed, to see, the true depths of my corrupted soul.

"what! What is it? I asked, catching the look in his eyes, "do you think, I wanted to hurt him GOD BOBBY!, I was under some cheap fucks spell, I couldn't stop, look, at me, I said stepping away from my brother's body spreading my arms out, tell me! What the fuck I am doing, because I really want to know, I seem to miss up everything now a days,

"huh Sammy" I said, glancing at my brother, before coming back, kneeling down, I began to change his bandages, knowing, that Sam, was going to need a blood transfer, because he remained deathly pale. I pulled, the bandages off, that were coated in blood, and placed two fingers to his neck, he was still alive, amazingly so, "stay with me" I whispered into his ear, stay with me Sam, let your demon blood go, and I'll give you mine, little brother.

Dean! That's enough, leave your brother alone, go upstairs get some sleep, I'll take care of Sam. Just go, he pointed to the stair case. I looked up, green eyes shifted to the staircase, before narrowing. Standing up, I was looming over Sam, glaring at Bobby from where I stood, the hunter, had no power, in his own home,

"Dean! Bobby warned, fearing for thee youngest Winchester's life, I think you've done enough, why don't you go upstairs and rest. Bobby repeated his offer, only in a softer tone.

"Gee, bobby, I think I can take care, of Sam, I more then capable of doing so" I said, taking a blanket from the back of the couch and draping it over my shivering brother, tucking in the edges, I slid in close, so my mouth, was hovering over his ear. "Sammy, I think bobby is trying to separate us, what do you think I should do? Little brother" I asked, brushing my fingers through his hair.

"that's what I thought" I said, as, Sam answered me, even though he had no voice, the silent message was clear. Bobby had to go.

I dropped the bloodied washcloth, murky waters, before a heavy booted foot, took a step away from the injured hunter,: who hand bandages running across, his stomach, I had already, fixed him, as best as I could, for now, it would have to do. Until, I could go to the blood bank. The Junkyard hunter, took a step back, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand erect.

Dean! He said, running for his shotgun, fearing the worst, of course Dean was a demon, but why wouldn't the old tricks work, the holy water, failed, even though Dan had proven he was not, of shifter, or demon. And the old hunter believed him, Dean was batting for god, or so, the angels thought. But in reality, he was batting for the family he had left.

"Hey Bobby! Where do you think your going? I said, feeling like my old self, the self, I left In hell, I was warned, of what I'd become, and at first I was scared, but now I embraced it, I was stronger, faster, smarter, then I was before, I just lead everyone to believe other wise, even my own brother didn't see it, I didn't want him to. I wanted him to feel comfortable with the new living arrangements, because when Sam, woke up, the first thing, he would notice, would be Bobby's dead body hanging from the rafters of the junkyard house.

"running away bobby! Come on, I said, pulling out a Dillinger, and aiming it into the dark.

On the other side of the house, bobby was breathing hard, he left his shotgun, upstairs, and he would have o go past Dean, to get it, he knew that Dean was guarding his brother, he didn't even think, that John knew, what he had crated, indeed a perfect soldier with only one weakness, Sam. Saving Sam, would be harder then he imagined,.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are" I sang out loud,, I know where you keep, your Daisy" I said. Referring to his shotgun.

Bobby gulped, as he watched from the shadows, as he moved, like a wild animal caged: or a momma lion keeping watch over he young cub.

"Oh will, I guess you need some persuasion he turned to Sam's body, running a chilled hand, caressing Sam's face, while he was distracted Bobby made his move, tackling the younger hunter down, and knocking the Dillinger from his hand.

"are you possessed! Hissed bobby, trapping Dean underneath him.

"I thought we went through this before, I am not possessed, how many times to I have to tell you this. Even Sammy stopped asking me, after awhile. Bobby went rigged, if you ever touch your brother again, I'll shoot you, in the ass, I swear Dean I'll shoot you in the ass.

Oh, a threat, I said, like it was nothing, before freeing my arm, and knocking bobby off of me. He fell to the side knocking his head against the hard flooring, I chuckled standing over him, bending down to grab my gun, I pulled back the trigger, and awaited bobby to come around, I wanted to see the fear in his eyes, as one of "his boys" took his life.

Chapter 4: Calling back Memories. Sam's Prov.

As Alec opened the door, I felt so nervous, my body, was actually, in his grasp, they were greeted by a dark haired woman in her mid twenties, who stood behind a man in a wheelchair.

Well, well, well, if it isn't Maxie and Logan, what bring you here, to our humble abode"

"Don't play dumb Alec, I don't think, your brain can handle the pressure, Alec just chuckled at the insult

"always the bitch, huh, Max"

Max remained silent, as Logan, honed in on me, Hey Sammy! He greeted, the week, that Sam was rescued, Logan, had sent in the papers necessary for adoption. He was well aware of the condition of his son.

Max, Alec and I, followed Logan into the small office, Max placed a hand on my shoulder and offered her comfort, it was appreciated.

We moved into the small office, each, sitting around the room in their designated places, when Logan spoke, Sam, I've heard, from Max, that your having memory trouble, as he wheeled himself, towards the open desk, he parked his wheelchair, in front of a lab top. Opening it, he logged on,

"I want to show you some pictures and tell me, if you recall any of these past events, okay Son" I gave him, a questioning look, but figured this Sam, I was pretending to be, was his son. I answered truthfully. Feeling the warmth of a strong arm, pull me to it source, I sunk back against Alec. Who rested his chin atop of my head, I felt a prick of fear, on the back of my neck, and the panic swell in the back of my throat. what if I could, remember then what would happen to Dean, what if I couldn't get back to my world, what would happen to by body, would dean survive without him, if his body died.

I felt the whoosh of excitement, as I was pulled deeper into a strong embrace, I looked up, he held me tightly, as Logan sat the lab top on his lap, creating a power point, presentation. Images, and voices, that I had no recollection of before, invaded my mind, images attacked, leaving visual images, of , Hot steamy skin pressed against flushed skin, molding together, as one, my mouth dropped open, flashes, of moments, sought in passion, flashes, of, his past, a dark dank room, the rattle of chains, the escape, the blank walls, closing in, the endless screams, Alec's voice, saying everything will be alright, just hang in there, their first kiss, "Holy shit" I thought. As, Sam practically felt the, kiss all over again, it wasn't a hunger deprived kiss, it was gentle, yet possessive, tongues dueling for Dominance , Sam didn't know what to think, these weren't his memories, they were someone else's, but who, and where was he now, A worried look, passed over Alec's face, as his mate stiffed in his embrace, "wha- What was that?' bowing his head, so that only Sam could hear, he whispered in a low tone, his deep voice tickled my ear, "are you starting to remember" his voice sounded hopeful, Sam could tell, that Alec loved, him, by the way, he held him. 494 nuzzled his face, into his mate's neck, trying to ease away the discomfort, that Sam, was sure feeling. Look, do your remember, the time, when Max, Logan, and Josh, Spade, you and I, got together at the park, you had this silly notion, that I had a gigantic stick up by butt, didn't help, at the time, i thought you were crazy, Max, and Logan were having some alone, time, talking with one another, and ignoring, the rest of the world, you bossed me around, but I couldn't say, that I didn't deserve, it, i was still trying to peg you, you were quiet, but you didn't take any shit, I was surprised, that you beat, Spade, in friendly combat, you loved to cook, there wasn't a time, I didn't see you in the kitchen, you made the picnic, I kept arguing how girly, it was, and do you know what you said?' you said, If you don't like what I cook, then take off, your combat boot, and eat it, and then you stomped on my foot, But, it was an undeniable attraction that I felt, I couldn't keep you off my mind, and it was driving me crazy, I sat under a tree, trying my best to ignore, you and your innocent ways, you were always kind to Josh, and you loved to make new friends, I didn't bother me, that you were always preoccupied with something else, I could easily, steal, your attention away, by just a mere flash of a smile. We were in love Sam, that fun, crazy, i can't spend another day without you, I think I'm going to explode, crazy love, I keep hearing about.

that night, my heart was filled with something more, then ancient memories, of former lovers, I didn't understand at first, but you taught me how to love, you changed me, from a cold hard serial killer, into a gentle man. you saved me from a path of destruction. As the presentation came to a close, I thought Alec was the most help, I don't remember all of it, but I remember some" I answered Logan's questions. asking to be excused, remembering I had, a mess in the kitchen, that needed tending to, a little before dinner the rest of the guests, arrived Spade, wasn't tall, he had a knack, for poker, he had raven hair, and dark eyes, Josh, the dog-man was kind and gentle, Sam had never met, anyone like him before, he wasn't a demon, the hunter him, could tell that, but he was remarkable, always seeking peace amongst his family members and friends. perhaps I could learn something from him, thought Sam, feeling, guilt well up in his stomach, at the thought of his brother, who he left behind, as the crowd began to disperse, Spade, and Josh, taking their leave, Max got up, but Alec, grabbed her hand. asking Sam, if he wouldn't mind, cleaning up the dishes, Max eyed him, suspiciously. "what are you thinking she thought, eyeing her transgenic brethren. "Sam" he mouthed, as if cluing her in, on the reason, he called. nodding her head, in approval, they disappeared into the backroom.

Turning on the light, Max, straddled the chair, spinning it around, "Okay, so you have my attention, shoot!, "where to start" he said, sitting down, on there bed, yesterday, he asked me if I was some sort of Shape-shifter, Maxie, he was really scared, he looked at me, with eyes that I've never seen before, like he wanted to kill me, like i had taken something precious away from him, "knowing you, I wouldn't be surprised answered max. the only thing, I can think of, that, is toying with his head, would be, an old enemy. Max tired to think, they had many enemies, they were manmade after all. "I'm not following. she said. eying Alec. its just a hunch, but, I think Sam is telling the truth, he doesn't remember because, he is back in town. "still not following repeated Max, "this doesn't concern you" said Alec. getting up off the bed, he made his way to the door," thanks for the nice, chat, Maxie, we should do this again some time. "what ever you say Alec" she said unenthused,

Max and Logan shortly left after that, the kitchen was clean, and I felt, a since of pride well up in my chest, Sam grinned, proudly at the spackling kitchen. When he set his mind to something nothing, could stand in his way. From the corner edge of the hallway, Alec watched.

"Don't you think its getting late Sammy? He asked in a husky voice, as he tried to lure his mate into their bedroom.

"um, no, I don't think so, said Sam, what time is it, asked the hunter, looking for a clock, but couldn't find one. Feeling panic prickle, their was desire in those breathtaking green eyes of his. As Sam looked around for a quick, stage exit, finding the closet one, to far, he thought about, how he would go about, distracting, 494, giving himself enough time, to make a quick exit.

"its late, Alec repeated, quirking his eyebrow, the transgenic, was up for the challenge, I laughed, thinking he was joking, but realized he wasn't as he began to move towards me, I began to back up, a thousand thoughts running through my head, a nervous chuckle escaped me. As I darted back into the kitchen. Alec following right behind, "damn now I really am trapped I thought, from the other side of the table.

"Sit, stay! I said stay! I thought. As I shifted my body, he was blocking the only exit, he came to stand on the other side.

"Come on Sam, time for bed" his voice was gentle, as he reached across, the table, I immediately snapped my arm back.

"you've got to catch me first" I said, moving back, and darting off, to the other side of the kitchen. I heard a soft chuckle, footfalls coming from behind. I was laughing, by the time he cornered me, he had the smile, that would melt my heart, and hurt my heart at the same time, 494, cupped my face drawing me to his, soft warm lips brushed against mine, "mmm- Sammy, I moaned, not realizing that he had picked me, up, his kiss, was so soft, so surreal, I lost myself, within its binding spell. "I knew, you couldn't resist" Alec's dark voice whispered huskily into my ear.

Making his way upstairs, Alec, carefully, deposited his uke, into bed, Sam had fallen asleep, in his arms, pulling back, the bed sheets, he laid, him in between, slipping in himself, he pulled Sam closer, as Sam drifted deeper, as he thought about, who he left behind, he wondered if dean was missing him, like he was, whether he liked it or not, I liked it or not, I was stuck here, wrapped up in these arms

Dean was slowly beginning to fade from memory, being replaced, by the love and warmth of Alec. As Sam lay there, asleep, in his arms, Alec tenderly brushed, a strand of lose hair, away, kissing his head, he pulled Sam closer, so that he could feel the warmth and heat of his mate's body, He rested his chin, on top of his head, as Sam, rested his head, against, Alec's chest, and the crook of his neck

Alec's Prov.

I could feel his soft breaths, hit my neck, as I held him closer, I didn't believe it was true, the rumors, that an unknown transgenic: that was, modeled off Ben and I, had escaped, Mediocre with my brother, and that aroused some suspicion, but I had killed him, I had taken away, the painfully memory of Dean Winchester. Hadn't I?