Author's notes: Thanks 'megan' for your review! Yeah, the Goblins are certainly dif to most creatures shown with those boys. They're more civilaised. Sam's telekenetic abilities are definantly coming back, but he is also starting to get the rest of his powers, but you'll have to wait and see to find out what they are! There is a bit mystery behind Sam's returning abilities, but don't forget Dean, his are playing a bigger part this chapter. Thanks 'C.M.S.Cipriano' for your review, it's okay that you haven't review the past chapters, glad you like the fic! Thanks for reviewing though! Thanks 'clubby' for your review! It's nice to mix thhings up, glad you liked the way I did it :) Stopping the bullets were one thing, which I personally enjoy writing, but there is much more to come (and some is in this chapter!). Thanks 'tuffman' my very loyal reviewer. You have given me much motivation and joy from your reviews! This one being no exception :P. The brotherly moment were what I thought made last chapter most successful, glad you liked them. Haha, yes, that chick is part of my bigger, very interesting storylines yet to come. I've shown her a few times throughout the fic (and you all thought it was only last chapter? hehe) But there will be much more to her later on...the big moment starting from ep 18. By this ep, the brothers have woken up a little, but they're Winchesters! They're stubborn!

This ep has spoilers for All Hell Breaks Loose 1, and a few for 2 as well. If you haven't seen All Hell Breaks Loose 1...just be warned! Also, thanks to Tuffman for the names for the foes in this ep, which we will be hearing of again sometime. The song in the teaser at the end is called 'Damned' by the awesome AC DC. Also I apoligise for the missing breaked between the end of the ep and the teaser for the one before this -it wasn't my fault the site cut it out when saving. Oh and next chapter is one of my FAVOURITES for this fic, so looking forward to putting it up... Okay, enough from me. If you read, please review!! I want to know your thoughts on it etc!

15 Brotherhood

Jackson, Mississippi

'Are you sure?' Vanessa asked her friend as she dropped her off at her house that night.

'Sure' Janie nodded. 'I can handle being alone for one night, I'm not ten'

'I know' Vanessa nodded. 'I just worry'

'Yeah, too much' Janie rolled her eyes and then waved. 'I'll call you tomorrow okay?'

'Okay' Vanessa sighed. 'You better!' she relaxed and then drove off. She turned the radio on and listened to a song but then it turned to static.

'Urgh!' she snapped in frustration. 'I just got this fixed!'

Janie watched her friend's car drive off down the street and turned to look up at her parent's house. All the lights were off and it was very dark. She tightened the jacket around her as the wind suddenly picked up.

'Argh!' she gave a quick squeal as all the lights in the neighborhood suddenly flickered and went out. She grabbed the house keys from her pocket and rushed up to the house. Janie's hands trembled as she struggled to get the right key and then get it into the lock. She heard twigs snap nearby and then finally yanked the door open. She locked it and leaned against it, gasping for breath with her eyes closed.

There was calm silence and Janie started calming down before wandering into the hallway and switching some lights on. As she did that, the lock on her front door clicked and the handle began to turn on it's own.

'Hello?' Janie called out as she thought she'd heard something. She went back to the hallway and gasped as she saw the front door wide open, blowing to the wind softly. She froze, fear captivating her. Janie stood still for a moment but the only sound was the wind. She relaxed again but then she heard another sound, like feet being dragged across the floor. She turned around cautiously and her eyes went wide. Janie opened her mouth and let out a high-pitched scream…

'Here's your key' the young woman smiled at Dean and he returned a grin as he accepted it.

'Thanks' he said and went back to where Sam was waiting for him.

They dumped their stuff into the room, giving it a quick glance over and then they settled to discuss their case.

'Okay, so a woman…Janie Martin, was found dead in her home this morning' Sam said, reading off his research. 'All windows and doors were locked and there was no sign of force entry. She had been stabbed three times in the heart but no murder weapon has been found'

'Good enough for me' Dean nodded but then felt a sharp pain in his head. He saw Sam was still reading but to himself so he hadn't noticed Dean's expression of pain. Dean went to the bathroom and locked the door. He gasped as quietly as he could and leaned on the sink. He stared at himself in the mirror and then felt dizzy. He splashed water on his face and it seemed to help a bit.

'Argh!' Dean cried out a bit louder as the pain hit him again.

'Dean?' Sam knocked on the door, since he'd heard him this time.

'I'm good!' Dean called back. 'Just ah…kicked my toe' he lied, and looked down, seeing he was wearing boots.

'Ah…okay' Sam frowned but went back to read. He waited patiently for Dean to come back out of the bathroom. When he did a few minutes later, his face was a bit pale and he was searching his bag for something.

'Um, it saids her friend Vanessa called the police at eight in the morning, saying she thought something was wrong…think we should go talk to her?'

'Mhm' Dean said and grabbed his painkillers. 'Who found her?'

'The police' Sam replied. 'Apparently they followed up on Vanessa's call and went to check it out…finding her in the hallway dead'

'Okay…we go talk to Vanessa' Dean sighed. 'But first we get a look at the house'

Sam and Dean followed the man up to Janie's house. He unlocked the front door and allowed them access.

'So, you boys said you're insurance investigators?' he asked again.

'Yes sir' Sam nodded. 'So um, this house belongs to her parents?'

'That's right' the man nodded and pulled his pants up a bit. 'They're in Paris or something, so Janie was staying here'

'I see' Sam nodded and Dean just remained quiet.

'Um, where did they say she was found?' Sam asked but then saw the outline on the floor where the police had marked it.

'There?' Dean suggested; pointing to it and Sam glared at him in reply.

'And what can you tell us about the house?' Sam asked the man.

'What? Um…well it's old' he shrugged. 'Some multi-millionaire built it and then rented it out for years. After that some couple bought it and yeah…now Janie's folks' he sighed, pulling his pants up again, over his large stomach.

'Okay, thanks' Sam nodded and the man wandered off, going to wait near his car.

Dean sighed and handed the EMF meter to Sam. His head was still hurting slightly so he felt that he really did not need an EMF going off in his ear.

Sam frowned, confused…but accepted it and put the earpieces into his ears. Dean wandered around looking at things and checking windowsills while Sam moved the EMF meter around various entrances and objects.

'Anything?' Dean asked after ten minutes or so.

'No…wait' Sam moved it over the front door and the EMF went off, but only lit up about halfway. 'Weird' he sighed, as there was no sulphur or anything, nor signs that the door had been touched by anything other than a human.

'Come on, we need to talk to Vanessa' Dean said, leaving the house.

'Yes?' Vanessa asked as she opened the door and found the boys standing there in suits.

'Vanessa Evans?' Sam asked and showed his FBI, I.D, while Dean frowned…his head had been fine but now it was annoying him again.

'That's me' she nodded.

'We were wondering if we could ask you a few questions about your friend Janie?' Sam continued in an authority tone.

'Sure, come in' she nodded and moved to allow them entrance. They sat on the couch and while Sam looked around at the house a little, Dean was trying to ignore his headache.

'You okay?' Vanessa noticed him wincing again and Sam turned to glance at his brother in concern.

'Oh yeah' Dean nodded. 'Headache' he then shrugged.

'Should I get you some water?' Vanessa offered and went to get it before he could even reply.

Sam opened his mouth but Dean cut him off before he could get a word out.

'I'm fine' Dean snapped. 'Thanks' he then smiled at Vanessa as she passed him a glass of water.

'So um, how long have you known Janie?' Sam wondered.

'Since we were kids' Vanessa replied sadly. 'We separated for college but about a year ago we met up again and have lived close by since'

'And you called the police this morning?' Dean asked, placing the empty glass on a nearby coffee table.

'Yeah, she said she'd call me and since she is always up at six, I knew something was wrong by eight when I hadn't heard from her and she wasn't answering her cell phone' she shrugged. 'The police thought I was overreacting or whatever, but I told them that I knew her…I can't believe it' she sniffed. 'Who would do that to her?'

'That's what we're trying to find out' Sam nodded. 'Do you know anyone, anyone at all that might try to hurt her…or, or hold a grudge?'

'No, everyone liked Janie' Vanessa said. 'And no one knew she was going to be staying at her parent's house but me'

'What do you know about that house?' Sam then asked, thinking it did have something to do with the house, since it was rather old.

'The house?' Vanessa frowned, wondering what that would have anything, but they still had serious expressions on their faces and seemed interested. 'Oh um, well her parents have owned it for years…' she shrugged.

Dean wrote a few things down and then the boys left, not seeing much more reason to stay there.

They got back to the motel room and Dean rolled his eyes as Sam kept looking at him.

'It was just a headache mum' he whined like a little kid. 'Seriously Sam' Dean frowned.

'Whatever' Sam nodded. He decided that he should go and do some research on the house. 'I'm going to the library…should be back in a few hours' Sam sighed. 'Can you go over the police reports or…something?' he asked and left.

'Sure' Dean nodded and watched Sam leave. Once he was sure he'd left, Dean went over to his bed and lay on it. 'Ahhh, peace and quiet' he smirked, placing his hands behind his head and closing his eyes…

'Maggie will have to wait until Saturday if she wants to sleep over' a woman spoke on her cell phone while she pushed a shopping trolley over to her car in the car park of a shopping mall. 'Yes, okay…see you when I get home' she smiled and unlocked the trunk of her car. She sighed to herself and glanced around the car park. It was late afternoon and the shops were about to close. She felt something at her feet and looked down, but saw nothing.

'Hm' she frowned a bit nervously. She then started loading the shopping bags into her car. She was dressed in a purple skirt that went down to her knees and a long-sleeved blue shirt, and she had dark brown hair. She was in high heels because she had met with friends earlier. But now she was in a hurry to get home with her shopping since she was sure she'd heard something and had a strange feeling.

'Oh!' she gasped in panic as a man came up behind her, poking a gun against her back.

'Give me your purse' he whispered threatenly into her ear.

'I-I…' she tried to her get purse out from under some shopping bags but the guy was panicking. She saw his face in her car mirror reflection and gasped. She was so scared that she was unable to grab her purse and the guy knew he had to make a run for it but she'd seen him. So he shot her, the woman went down fast and lay there in her own blood while her shopping trolley slid down past her car and onto the road, crashing loudly as it came into impact with another car.

'What the f-!' a driver yelled and got out of the car angrily, which now had a large dent on the side.

'Hey! You…lady?' he rushed over, pulling out his cell phone.

The woman lay on her side, bleeding to death…

'Argh!' Dean jerked awake and made Sam jump. Dean gasped for air for a moment and then glanced over at Sam.

'Sam?' he frowned and noticed that it was dark out the window.

'You're awake? You've been out for awhile…are you-'

'Yes! I'm fine' Dean went into the bathroom to wash his face. 'What did you find out?' he called out to Sam.

'Ah, nothing useful. I even spoke with an old lady that used to live in the house. She saids it was wonderful, she had only moved out because her husband left and she decided to go traveling and then live with family up North' Sam spoke loudly so Dean could hear him. 'We don't have much to go by' he sighed in annoyance. 'Maybe it's not our thing'

'Hey, is there a shopping mall around here?' Dean asked as he peaked into the room.

'What? Ah…no. I don't know' Sam frowned. 'Why?'

'Nothing' Dean went back into the room. 'Pizza?' he asked and went to get it without a reply.

Sam watched him leave and then went into the kitchen. He grabbed a fork and took it over to the table. Sam sat in the chair and placed the fork in front of him. He stared hard at it, trying to move it. After several more minutes his eyes hurt and he gave up. Sam knew he had done something back in North Carolina, something that helped him move objects…like the bullets. He cleared his mind and tried again. The fork spun around but then stopped.

'Woah' Sam couldn't believe he'd actually done something. He focused again but the fork just flew off the table and dug into the back of the motel door.

'Hey, actually…' Dean came back inside and saw Sam staring at him in shock. 'What?' he asked, giving himself a check over.

'Ah…nothing' Sam shrugged awkwardly.

'You're weird' Dean rolled his eyes. 'Um, we're not getting pizza. I think we have a lead'

'Okay' Sam got up and went to get some things from his bag while Dean shut the door and did the same. Sam watched Dean a bit nervously as the fork remained dug into the back of the door.

'Come on, we need to…' Dean turned and saw the fork. 'Sam…what is…?'

'Oh ah…where'd that come from?' Sam asked nervously, trying to look innocent.

'Dude, you are such a freak' Dean said but they were in a hurry. He grabbed a fake I.D and tossed another to Sam. 'Come on!'

'Woah, Homeland Security? How big is this lead?' Sam read the I.D, but rushed after Dean, grabbing the fork out of the door as he did so.

'Homeland security?' the man at the psychward reception asked once he saw their badges.

'Yeah, we're here to see Robert Galliard?' Dean asked, putting his I.D away.

'Why would homeland security need to see some guy that's rambling about demons and ghosts?' the man sniggered but the boys gave him a dead-serious frown and he nodded a bit nervously. 'Ah down the hall…room 321'

The boys started to walk down the hallway, Sam whispering quickly as they did.

'How is this guy our lead?'

'There have been over a dozen murders in the last four months that were like Janie's' Dean said. 'This guy witnessed one of them' he added and they reached the room, straightening up and going serious again.

'Robert Galliard?' Dean asked as they went into the room and shut the door behind them, showing "their" badges.

'Yeah' the man replied as he sat cross-legged on his bed.

'Can you tell us…?' Sam paused and frowned, his head stinging a bit.

'I have to kill Robert…he knows about us, he knows we killed them'

'Sam?' Dean asked as he and Robert watched Sam looking around the room in confusion.

'Oh ah, I forget something…I'll be back' Sam left the room in a hurry.

'You're so helpful' Dean glared sarcastically but then cleared his throat, remembering he was meant to be with homeland security. 'So, um…what did you see?' he asked Robert in a serious tone.

'And I thought I was crazy' Robert muttered under his breath.

'What?' Dean asked.

'Ah, there were these two guys…'

'Hey!' Sam called out to the guy in the hallway. He was about 6 feet tall and seemed around Sam's age. His hair was fairly long too, a bit shorter than Sam's but similar style. It was also a lot lighter, sort of a blonde-brown. He seemed a bit nervous at first but calmed himself down.

'Yeah?' he asked casually and put his hands into his jacket pockets.

Sam did a quick glance and realized he had a gun there.

'Oh ah, I thought you were someone else…never mind' Sam shrugged. Once the boy had turned around, Sam tackled him and grabbed the gun from him, which went off.

Dean rushed from the room and several other people showed up, including security. A few patients were screaming in their rooms, one was even laughing hysterically about fireworks.

'Homeland security' Sam gasped as he held up his badge with one hand while he pinned the boy to the floor, kicking his gun over to Dean.

'Yeah, everything's under control' Dean yelled, picking the gun up, also showing his badge…once he'd found it.

'Please clear the hallway' Sam said and they obeyed. 'What's your name?' he snapped at the boy.

'Blake, and I didn't do anything!' he yelled.

'Oh yeah Blake' Dean rolled his eyes. 'Cuz guns are so harmless' he said sarcastically.

Sam pulled Blake to his feet, hands behind his back.

--

'You're not going to kill Robert' Sam said to him as they led him out of the building and over near the Impala.

'How…what?' Blake snapped. 'How did you know that?'

Dean glanced at Sam as well, also curious.

Sam never got the chance to speak as another gun went off and he fell backwards.

Blake freed himself and ran towards the shooter. He was about 6 feet, 2 inches and had shorter hair. He wore jeans and a black jacket. But that was about all Dean saw since they rushed into the distance.

'Go after them!' Sam winced, placing his hand over where the bullet pierced his shoulder. 'Go!'

Dean debated for a second but then rushed off, gripping Blake's gun.

Sam lay there for a moment and then got up shakily. He winced again and looked at his bloody hand.

Dean chased the boys through the bushes but then stopped as he heard them talking. Apparently they didn't know he was following them.

'Who were they?' Logan asked.

'Homeland security' Blake sighed. 'The taller one knew I was going to kill Robert, but I thought it…that's it!'

'Think he's a demon? They read minds' Logan sighed. 'Either way, they're onto us'

Dean gripped Blake's gun and pointed it at Blake. 'Hey' he smirked.

Logan instantly held his gun up to Dean once he'd showed up.

'I should kill you, we can't have the feds after us' Logan glared.

'Yeah, but your friend here would be dead if you even try' Dean said. 'Oh, and newsflash: we're not feds'

'Then who are you?' Blake asked.

'Well that depends…who are you?' Dean asked. 'I'm not a demon though, a hunter…like my brother, which you shot' he shrugged.

'You know about demons?' Logan asked. 'You hunt them? Why?'

Dean stared blankly at him for a moment. 'Why?' he asked, almost finding that question funny. 'Ah I dunno…must be the whole "evil" thing' he shrugged sarcastically. 'Seriously? Why? …Dude, they kill people'

'Exactly' Logan grinned. 'And they can be controlled…make them do our own bidding'

'So it's you? You and your weirdo friend here just go around killing people by controlling demons? Well, that's healthy' Dean said.

'He's not just my friend' Logan said, referring to Blake. 'You think you're the only one with a brother?' he asked.

Sam turned towards where Dean had rushed off to and looked around, not sure what to do but he wasn't about to follow. He felt something, like a feeling of someone watching him.

'Who's there?' he yelled but got no reply. Sam saw a flash of a green, which sent his head spinning painfully. He fell to the ground, blood from his gunshot wound leaking down his jacket and onto the ground…

'Sorry to cut this short, but we've got things to do' Logan smirked and glanced at Blake. They seemed to be able to know what the other was thinking. Logan fired his gun, which was aimed a bit away from Dean so it didn't hit him. But out of instinct…once the gun went off, Dean ducked.

The boys made a run for it and Dean knew it was hopeless to try and go after them again.

'Sam' he remembered and ran back.

'Sammy?' he snapped and then saw Sam lying on the ground knocked out, a small puddle of blood next to him. 'Sam!' he lifted his brother's head and Sam started to wake up.

'What?' Sam grumbled and sat up. 'Argh!' he felt the pain of his gunshot wound again. 'What happened?'

'You were shot, you moron' Dean sighed and helped him up.

They got back to their motel room where Dean removed the bullet and patched Sam up.

After they stayed about two weeks, trying to find the brothers again…but there were no more killings. Nothing. Not until the day the boys were about to leave. They followed some police cars to a scene where a man was stabbed to death three times but with no murder weapon or anything had been found. They searched the crime scene and found the EMF meter acting up near the bathroom sink. Inside was a note, beside that was some sulphur. It read: We don't need to kill anymore, our job here is done…leave us alone hunters.

'Psychopaths' Dean rolled his eyes and they left the scene.

--

The next day they decided there was no more reason to stay and packed up their stuff. As they started leaving town, Dean explained what he'd found out about the demon-controlling pair.

'Logan and Blake, they were brothers' Dean sighed. 'They were killing people by controlling demons; apparently they had a selected few that they said needed to die. They were loyal, covered each other's tracks well…probably why they were never caught'

'Controlled demons? How did they do that?'

'No idea' Dean sighed. 'But you said that's what that Ava girl did to kill Andy…right?'

'Yeah' Sam sighed. 'I guess. So they knew what was going on but used it for bad instead of good?'

'Sounds like it' Dean nodded. 'Hey? You think…if things had been different, you think we could have ended up like that? I mean we know the truth, but we choose to hunt it'

'It's defiantly possible' Sam nodded and glanced out the window. 'Hey, there's that shopping mall you were asking about' he pointed and Dean slowed down.

'Hm?' he froze, as it was indeed the exact same shopping mall from his dream weeks before.

'Dean?' Sam asked as Dean screeched the Impala to a halt and jumped out, rushing into the car park.

'Ah man' he complained as he saw the police looking down at a woman. The woman was wearing a purple skirt, long-sleeved blue shirt and had dark brown hair. One of her high heels was broken, as she lay on her side. She clearly had been shot…bled to death.

Also, nearby was a man yelling about his car, which had a large dent up the side.

'Dean?' Sam asked, catching up to him and seeing the scene. 'Oh god' he gasped.

'She's dead' Dean said sadly, staring at her.

'Yeah, I can see that' Sam nodded but frowned when he saw how guilty Dean looked. 'Dean?'

Dean just stood there, watching as the police placed a sheet over the woman's face…

Going to this hospital…

Could be the death of you!

'What…?' she winced a bit as the door swung close and all the papers and loose objects in the room started blowing and swirling everywhere.

'Time of death…' a nurse glanced at her watch. '11:58pm'

There is something different about this case…

'Different? How?' Sam wondered

The brothers will need to stop the unstoppable

'Ah!' Dean smirked knowledgeably. 'But that is where you're wrong my friend' he nodded.

'You are so self sacrificing' Sam frowned.

But what happens when Dean gets caught in the middle?

'Excuse me?' Minda snapped. 'Listen buddy, I am not signing up for-'

Dean grabbed her arm and led her over to an unoccupied car.

'Okay! Right behind you' Minda replied quickly

This is one hunt, with a major twist!

When I snap you jump into the master plan
I'll be damned
Well I'll be damned

Coming soon…