This next chapter will be a lot of actual things from the episode minus some things. And some changes to the fight between Sam and Dean. Please don't hate me. This is fanfic after all. I'm trying to stay true to the episode that is owned by CW and not by me. Christina, Stan and Alex are mine.

Chapter Two

"So none of you have heard from Sam?" Dean asked as he drove with me to Stan's house for me to pack a small bag and to drop off the truck, which was our only vehicle. I shook my head and glanced over at him. It was strange sitting next to him. Even though he proved himself to be my older brother I just couldn't help but feel something off about him.

"Not since you died." I said softly pulling up my driveway. "Sam didn't talk much to me or Bobby. He mostly attacked the Jack Daniels and kept to himself." I pulled to park and Alex and Stan rushed out.

"Wow, Alex has gotten big." Dean said as my son stood jumping with excitement next to Stan. "How old is he now?"

"You were there for his birthday last November." I said with a grin. "He's almost six. He's already in Kindergarten." Dean looked surprised as he climbed out and Alex, only wearing his pajama bottoms rushed out to throw his arms around his uncle's neck.

"Uncle Bean!" He screamed as Dean lifted him in the air. "Daddy thought you were a hobo!"

"Really?" Dean eyed Stan who looked shocked to see him standing there. "Well, I'm not a hobo. Just your uncle."

"Glad to see you...back." Stan and I still hadn't told Alex the concept of death since he turned five but I knew it was only a matter of time. "Honey, what's going on?"

"I'm needing to go to Indiana." I said walking into the house with Alex still in Dean's arms. I smiled and loved the fact Alex loved his uncles. "Sam's in trouble and Bobby, Dean and I are going to make sure that everything is still good with him."

Stan looked like had taken a bite of a lemon as I ran up the stairs and into our room to pack my backpack. "Are you still wanting to get married?"

"Of course," I said hearing the high pitched laughs coming from downstairs. "Stan, look I'm still going to get married to you. I just need to make sure my other brother is okay. I got one of my brother back. I don't want to loose Sam."

"Alright, I'll let you go. But on one condition."

"That once I get back I'll stay by your side until the day I get married?" I asked and Stan shook his head.

"Just promise me you actually go through with this wedding." Stan said as he pulled me into a hug and squeezed me tightly against his chest. "Promise me also that once we get married you won't be hunting. I don't think I want Alex in that life."

I let out a sigh and nodded slowly. "I promise." I kissed him gently on the lips before walking out and climbing down my stairs. Alex was holding Dean's arms behind him and, Dean trying to be a cool uncle was pretending to be hurting and struggling with the hold.

"Okay. I'll say it! Uncle! Uncle!" He screamed making Alex smile with glee. "Alright well, we got to go bud okay? You'll make a great Superhero one day." I glanced up at Stan who looked as though Dean was sending our son to his death. Of course Dean would never say Hunter, as Alex never knew what it was. But I knew none of us wanted Alex to become something he was and I am. A hunter. A killer of dark creatures.

"Come on Dean, we need to go." Dean nodded and quickly broke free of Alex's grip and we walked out. I quickly wrapped my arms around my son and kissed him on the cheek. "Love ya bug. You be good for dad okay?"

"Okay mommy." Alex smiled and when Bobby pulled up in the driveway Dean and I quickly jumped inside the car and took off.

~Dean Rising~

It was nearing two in the morning when we arrived at a hotel in a small Indiana city. The chocolate brown building with it's red neon hearts made my body twist uncomfortably as we climbed out of Bobby's car. Dean instinctively pulled me close to him as he had the same thought I had. That this was one of those pay by the hour places and judging by the sounds that emanated through the doors our guess was probably correct.

"Can I help you three?" The front desk man was a young eighteen year old boy with greasy hair and a far out look in his eyes.

"We're looking for a man," Dean said his voice changing to his FBI counterpart. He pulled out a picture of Sam and lifted it up to show the stoned teenager. The boy looked hard at the picture then let out a surfer laugh before typing on the computer. "I take it you know where he is?"

"Yeah," the boy said smiling drunkenly up at Dean. "He's here every night. Keeps to himself from other renters but damn does he know the way around a woman." I couldn't help but shudder as I turned my head to stop myself from puking all over the boy's face. "He's in room twenty eight. Second floor down the hall. Can't miss it."

"Thanks." Dean grabbed the picture he had set on the counter and lead the way towards the stairs. I was happy to get away from the boy feeling my body tremble with disgust as we roamed the hallway towards the room.

Twenty eight was like every other door there. The red slightly faded red outline of a heart made my insides twist again. What's Sam doing in a place like this? Has he completely lost it? I thought as Dean pounded a fist on the door. I looked around expecting to see other people looking out of their doors but I guess cops, as long as they weren't pounding on their door, was normal and didn't arose suspicion.

"Where is it?" A woman's voice made me snap my attention back at the door. She was pretty standing about five foot five maybe six, she had long wavy dark hair and dark eyes. I think they had to be brown for they didn't seem dark as being evil. She was wearing a white tank top and blue briefs.

"Where's what?" Bobby asked and I looked confused.

"The pizza, that needs to be delivered by three people." We took turns looking at each other before I looked up seeing a new figure walking into the main room. It was Sam. His hair was wet and combed back his grey undershirt wasn't tucked in but he still looked the same. Maybe a bit darker around the edges. The aura I was warned about him was hard to see in the dimly lit room but I saw it shimmering.

"Hey I was think..." He paused when he saw us standing there.

"Hey Sammy." Dean said his lips slightly curled in a small smile. I wasn't expecting to see Sam full on attack Dean but once he had his knife slide out from his jeans I knew that it could get out of control fast.

Bobby went first to the girl who looked confused as she was now pined against the door to the hotel room. I rushed around trying to find an opportunity to jump in to stop them but I couldn't find any opening. Dean was now pinned and fighting to stop Sam from shoving a knife into his face. I reacted automatically pulling on Sam's knife arm and pulling.

"Sam! Stop it!" I screamed and I felt Sam's arm relax under my strain. "Sam it's Dean! He's back...It's really him." Sam stared at Dean for a good couple of minutes before he dropped his knife to the ground. I hesitantly let go and was relieved when he just embraced Dean.

"What are you guys?" We all turned to look at the woman that stood looking between Sam and Dean. "Lovers?"

"No." Sam chuckled nervously. "He's...He's my brother." The girl's cheeks burned more as she looked at all the people that were in the room.

"I think I should get dressed then." She stammered moving around Bobby who walked out of the room while the girl grabbed her clothes that was scattered over the floor. She moved quickly to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. A few minutes later she walked out wearing jeans and a frilly blue shirt. Sam lead her to the door and she looked up at him awkwardly. "Well, I had a nice time, Sam." She said shooting glances over at me, Dean and Bobby.

"Same. I'll call you later Katie." Sam chuckled nervously.

"Krissy." She corrected a bit rough.

"Krissy, right. Sorry." Krissy smiled and walked out of the room and down the hall. As soon as the door closed and Sam walked over to sit down on his bed pulling his shoes.

"How much did it cost you." Dean growled making Sam look up at him confused.

"What are you talking about, Dean?" Sam asked standing up grabbing his shirt. "You know unlike you I don't need to pay for companionship."

"How much longer do you have until your contract's over?" I snapped. He looked at me with the same dark glare as Dean. He went from utter confusion to the defense very quickly as he stopped halfway of putting on his over shirt.

"Guys I didn't sell my soul to get you back, Dean." Sam said looking between me and Dean. "No demon would make the deal with me."

"Oh you expect me to believe that?" Dean snarled his arms folded across his chest. "Sam, the how do you explain this!" Dean rolled his sleeve over his shoulder and we looked at the handprint burned into his skin. My mouth dropped open as I took a step towards him my fingers outstretched to touch it. When I touched the blister something buzzed in my head. I winced slightly but nobody seemed to notice me. I was in my own world now. I saw a figure tall with glowing white eyes. It looked like something I had seen before but I couldn't place it. Something about the figure brought a sense of calmness and security that my brothers wouldn't understand.

Who are you? I thought and was surprised to hear my voice inside my head echo. The figure's eyes closed before I snapped out of my thought. Sam and Dean were looking at me now as they stood in the doorway of the hotel room. "You coming?" Sam asked me and I just noticed I was just standing in the middle of the room my head slightly lifted towards the ceiling as if the tall figure was standing there.

"Y...Yeah. Sorry. Kind of spaced out I guess." I stammered before making my way out of the door allowing Sam to close it behind us. I just spaced out.

Not quite. The voice answered feeling my body with warmth and comfort.