"What are you doing here, Sam?" Dean asked, after making sure Alison was in the car.
"How about 'Hey, Sammy! I missed you!'? Or even a hug maybe?" Sam asked. "What's with the girl? She's pretty." He smiled, tilting his head toward the Impala.
"Sam… seriously. What the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked, crossing his arms. He looked behind Sam, and noticed a familiar car. The car that he had when he got out of Hell.
"Well, maybe I missed my big brother!" He chuckled.
"I swear to God, I will walk over to my car, get into it, and drive home. I will not look back."
"Fine… I'm on a case in the area, and I'm stumped. I need your help." He shrugged, like it was the most normal thing ever. He thought Dean was going to welcome him back into his life.
"No." Dean grunted, and turned back to the car. Sam knew not to chase after him, so he just stood there with his arms crossed. Dean climbed back into the car, and smiled at Alison.
"Who was that?" She asked.
"Remember how I was telling you about my brother and about how he ditched me?" Alison nodded. "That's him." He pointed his head toward Sam.
"Are you okay?" She asked, rubbing his shoulder. He leaned over and kissed her.
"Yeah… I just want to go home and go to bed." He half smiled.
"We should." He pulled the car into gear, and drove home. They lay in their bed, and drank a bottle of champagne.
"I love you so much." Alison smiled, leaning against Dean's shoulder.
"I love you too." Dean kissed her on top of her head.
The next morning, when Dean woke up, he was careful not to wake Alison up. He tiptoed down the stairs, and was surprised by Sam sitting on the sofa. He sighed. He was still half asleep, so he stumbled into the kitchen and started the coffee.
"How'd you find me?" Dean asked, flipping on the daily newscast.
"You watch the news?" Sam asked, cocking his head. "I would never peg you for a news guy…"
"Sam… I'm not doing this. I won't. I haven't hunted in a year. Please, don't make this hard for me, Sammy. I'm happy." Dean said.
"You're not happy. Not really. This is Lisa all over again. You can't live without hunting. This girl is just a phase." Sam poked Dean's chest.
"Babe?" Dean and Sam turned their heads. Alison stood there, a sad expression on her face.
"Ali. Come here." Dean waved Alison over. She hesitated, but she glided over to the boys. "Sam, this is Alison Haines; my fiancé. Alison, this is Sam; my brother." The two shook hands.
"I have a question… why do you think I'm a phase?" She asked, looking down at her engagement ring.
"I apologize if I hurt your feelings, but Dean has done this kind of thing before. When he and I go our separate ways, he meets a girl, and when I show back up, he leaves her." Sam shrugged. Dean could see the plain look on Ali's face turn into a horrified look, directed at Dean.
"Sweetheart, don't listen to him. I will never leave you." He cupped her face, and kissed her, right in front of his little brother. Sam sighed, and rolled his eyes. "I love you." A single tear leaked out of Ali's eye.
"Alison, you are just a fling to him. He will never love you the way he loves me." Sam said, ignoring Dean's speech. Dean turned around, and threw a punch right into Sam's face. Alison shrieked, and covered her mouth with her hands. Sam fell on the floor.
"Sam, Alison and I are going to breakfast, and when we get back, you better be gone. " Dean pointed down at Sam who lay on the floor.
An hour later, when Dean and Alison got back from breakfast, Sam was gone, but he left a note sitting on the island:
This isn't over, Dean.
Alison was sick of Dean's little brother telling her that their relationship won't last. She loved Dean more than anyone she's ever known. She didn't want anyone- not even her future brother-in-law to take him away from her. She thought it was selfish; but she didn't care.
Dean too was sick of his little brother. He thought that Sam was trying to take away his happiness. This was the happiest that he has ever been, and Sam had realized that. Dean was angry, and he wanted his brother to leave. Part of him didn't want to see Sam again.
"I love my brother. I always have and I always will. I have always felt the need to look after him, ever since I carried him out of a burning house. But, I'm happy… and I don't want him to destroy this. Destroy us." He half smiled. He and Ali were lying across the couch watching MTV. Ali tilted her head against his chest.
"You know that my brother and I didn't talk the whole month and a half before he died. He was driving home from my house after another one of our fights, when someone rammed into the side of his car. I never forgave myself. Baby, you should make amends with Sam. Even if you don't leave me, Sam could get a house here…" Ali said, looking up at Dean.
"Ali, you are way too good for me." He whispered. Alison smiled, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.
When Sam walked into the house, he could tell that no one was awake. He tiptoed into the living room, and found Dean and Ali sleeping on the couch. A year ago, Dean would already be awake; he trained himself to be a light sleeper. He must get double the sleep that he used to. Dean truly was happy. Sam shook the thought out of his head. Monsters will come after her, and kill her. Sam wouldn't live with that on his hands.
Dean's eyes flickered open. Sam opened his mouth to speak, but Dean held his finger to his mouth. Carefully and slowly, he slid out from under Ali, and motioned Sam to their basement.
He pulled two beers out of the cooler in his man cave. Sam took it willingly and twisted it open. Dean took a sip, and sat on the sofa. Sam sat next to him.
"Sammy… I can't hunt again. I won't. Please… don't make me…" Sam didn't respond. They sat there, drinking their beers in silence. Dean eventually fell asleep, which surprised Sam.
"Ugh…" Alison groaned as she woke up. It was the middle of the night, and her back was stiff from sleeping on the couch. Dean was gone, and she supposed he was in bed upstairs. She stumbled into the kitchen, poured herself a cup of water, and sat down at the island. There was another note on the table:
I left, like you wanted… but I'll be back… this time, not as friendly.