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"My… what?" Sam frowned. "This isn't funny. I get you're probably still drunk and all, but come on, man. My brother's name is Adam and he's my half brother."

"Adam- who the hell is Adam?" Dean spat. "You don't remember me at all?"

"I don't know you," Sam said stubbornly. Dean huffed.

"Your name is Sam Winchester. Mom was killed when you were six months old. You were born May 2, 1983," Dean said. Sam looked disturbed and his eyes were itching towards what Dean was willing to bet was a knife.

"How do you know that stuff?" Sam asked. "But still, it's all trivial."

"You're a hunter," Dean said. Sam froze and his eyes went back to focusing on Dean.

"How do you know that?" Sam demanded, pulling a knife out from under his pillow. Dean almost smiled. Good to see that even the Sam from another dimension had his wits about him.

"I told you, I'm your brother," Dean said. "Look, man, I know this sounds crazy but you have to believe me."

"I don't have to believe anything you tell me," Sam said.

"True but you got to admit, I look a lot like mom, don't I?" Dean asked. Sam eyed him warily.

"If you're my brother, like you say, why don't I remember you?" Sam asked.

"Well Azazel, the ass who killed our mom injected you with demon blood. You won some competition for these psychic kids to become the next demon king or something. When he told you what the competition was for, you tapped into some crazy power and went time traveling. You lost me so I made a deal Alistair and-"

"You made a deal with a demon? For me?" Sam demanded. "What kind of self sacrificing idiot are you?" Dean gave Sam a look.

"Believe that I'm a Winchester now?" Dean asked.

"Well, you've got the idiocy of the family," Sam grumbled but he still held onto the knife. "What's… what's the other world like? The one you're from? I'm guessing mom still died. And what about dad and Adam?"

"Dude, I seriously have no idea who Adam is. You're right about mom. Dad died to save me about a few months after your psychic kid competition from a reaper when he tried to kill Azazel," Dean revealed. "We got the bastard later, when you used your powers."

Sam nodded, looking at his hands.

"You know, even for Sam, you're accepting this pretty easily," Dean said. Sam sighed.

"There's stuff about my past that doesn't add up- like something's missing. I mean, I know stuff. I just don't have any memories of it. Like, I knew Adam is my half brother and we see each other from time to time and he's the product of Dad's one night stand with some lady. He's seven years younger than me. But he just doesn't feel like my brother… there's something missing and…"

"And you saw me and I fill up the missing space," Dean rolled his eyes and Sam nodded. Nice to see his brother hadn't changed, even living in another dimension. Chick flicks at every waking moment.

"I know that Jessica is my girl-"

"Jess is here?" Dean demanded.

"Yeah, why?" Sam asked, looking startled. Dean looked at his brother, not sure how to tell him that Jessica had died in a fire before the psychic competition.

"Just that… you really liked that girl," Dean said. Sam looked at Dean with a frown and thank Sammy, Sam knew when people did not want to talk about things.

"So what about you?" Sam asked. "Do you have a girlfriend? Fiancé? Wife? Boyfriend- I'm not judgmental!" he added hastily. Dean chuckled.

"You'd better not be," Dean said. "You're the one who got us together."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"I- crap," Dean groaned, holding his head.

"Dean?" Sam asked, letting go of the knife to put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Going back again," Dean groaned. Sam looked confused but then Dean was thrown into the black abyss.

With Sam in tow.