The novelty of driving again wore off about 2 hours later and then it got boring, especially since Sam had gone to sleep. He wanted to wake Sam up just he would have someone to talk to, but he had noticed in the last week that Sam didn't sleep well and he wanted him to get some rest. It worried him a little how much he was concerned for a man who kidnapped him, although now he knew he was his brother.

He did his best just to play his music, he played it a little loud, hoping that it would wake Sam up but it didn't. It took a few hours for Sam to wake up and when he did he looked very startled. Dean realized at that moment he had never seen Sam wake up before, Sam always went to bed after him and woke up before him. He tried not to think of what that meant instead he turned up the music. Sam looked at him groggily and blinked a few times.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"A few hours out," Sam yawned and stretched his arms out. He almost looked normal when he did that, not some super freaky dude. Dean focused his attention back on the road. They sat in semi-comfortably silence for about an hour before Sam asked.

"Do you miss it?" Honestly, he didn't. He hadn't had much of a life here. He had a job he liked and his boss apparently liked him, but other than that he had a bunch of one sometimes two night stands and a few drinking buddies. While he may not know a lot about killing or hurting demons at this point, it was definitely more exciting. He wasn't sure even if Sam thought it was safe if he could go back to his life knowing what he knew now.

"I don't know," he said instead, it sounded less pathetic. Sam didn't say anything to that, he just gazed out the passengers window. It was a few more hours of silence until Dean spotted the off ramp and pulled off onto the street. He smiled. he knew exactly where he was at the moment and after weeks of being in unfamiliar locations, it was kind of nice to know exactly where he was and what was nearby. They passed his favorite place to eat Benny's Dinner. Dean nearly pulled in because he wanted to eat there so bad, just the smell coming from the place was making his mouth water, but Dean wanted his clothes more and doubted Sam would let them stay that long without flipping out. So he drove past it and past every other place he wanted to go, until he pulled into his usual parking space.

"This is it."

"Yeah I know, I was watching you for weeks." Another reminder that his brother had stalked him and abducted him... creepy. Dean pushed that thought away and opened the door.

"Remember demons are coming for you so be quick," Sam said, Dean nodded then closed the door. He looked up into one of his apartment's windows and walked towards his place. He did his code to get into the building and walked down the pale green hallway which was peeling in places. The hall had white doors some of which had rust spots and black numbers over each door. He walked slower than usual even though he told himself he had to be quick, he made his way to the elevator and pushed the call button. After he hit the call button he looked down the hallway. It was so familiar. He had walked through it many times before without really looking at it.

The elevator doors opened, he walked its light brown interior before hitting the 7 button and watched as the doors closed. He felt the elevator lift up and looked around the elevator. He wouldn't see it again. He realized he would never see the building or his apartment ever again. The door opened with a ding and he walked into the hall, it looked the same as the hall he just walked down, only he actually knew the people who lived in some of them.

Apartment 712 there was hot blond that lived there, they had a thing for a bit but Dean wasn't big on long term relationships. Apartment 713 an old lady lived there she had 3 grandkids who she always complained never visited. She brought him over cookies sometimes, he was pretty sure he was their replacement, still she had been nice. Apartment 714 was a married couple who were either always fighting or always making up, either way, they were always loud.

He stopped in front of 715, his door. Dean took his keys out and put it in the lock, it still worked so at least they hadn't changed the locks yet. He opened the door and pushed it open, there was a pile of mail right in front of him. He grabbed the pile from off the floor and flicked through them, most of them were bills. There were also a few handwritten notes from his boss Bill asking if something was wrong and where he was. Other those letters it seemed no one else seemed to have noticed his absence. He looked around his apartment and sighed, he had to hurry up.

Dean went to his closet and pulled out a few duffel bags. He started stuffing his favorite shirts, jeans and jackets into them. When he was finished his eyes looked around to see if there were any mementos he wanted to take with him. He went the bathroom and emptied the contents into one of the bags as well. In the end, he had 5 big full duffel bags. He was all packed and ready to go now, he grabbed his bags and headed down to Sam and the car. Sam looked relieved to see him Dean put his stuff in the back, only Sam remembered something.

"I forgot something, just a sec."

"Hurry Dean, it's not safe here," the worry was back on his face again.

"Just take a minute." He made his way carefully up the elevator again and opened his apartment door again. This time, he went straight to his safe, he couldn't believe he had forgotten it before. The safe had things like his birth certificate, other legal documents, and it also had the few pictures that hadn't been burned by the fire when he was a kid. He emptied everything inside into a smaller bag he found in his closet.

He exited the apartment and started heading down the stairs because it was faster than the elevator while going down, halfway down he changed his mind. Sam had said not to contact anyone, but he was here and he had to talk to one person, his boss. He went back up to his apartment, he picked up his phone and didn't get a dial tone. He put it back on the hook, picked it up again and didn't get a dial tone. Dean cursed as he realized that he was probably late on his phone bill. He didn't have a cell phone because he was usually either at the tavern, at work, or in his apartment, all of which had land lines.

He lived close to his work, only about a block away. He could sneak there, tell his boss goodbye and be back in a few minutes. He knew Sam wouldn't like it, but it would only take a few minutes and he owed Bill. He walked down and hid around a corner while he watched until Sam wasn't looking and then ran past him. Dean walked very quickly, he knew that it wasn't safe so the quicker he went the less danger he would be in. The blond man turned into the garage about a minute later. All his coworkers didn't seem to notice he was here, they were all under cars working. Dean saw Bill in the office and went the office door and opened it.

"Hey Bill," Bill turned around and looked at him worried. Bill patted his large stomach absentmindedly his gray facial hair looked the same as he always did, Dean smiled happy to see him.

"Dean you okay? I thought something happened to you. You haven't been to work in 2 weeks and someone said they thought they saw you in Barney's Tavern and someone taking you away."

"Yeah...that was a wild night...I'm sorry that I didn't call, but a lot of things happened that night... anyways I'm sorry but I'm moving," Dean said apologetically.

"Where?"

"A long way away, sorry that I didn't give you any notice."

"I replaced you a week ago." Dean nodded, he knew even if he had still wanted the job, unless he told him that he had been kidnapped the job wouldn't be there for him, but he had still been hoping that he was irreplaceable. He didn't say any of that though he just said.

"Okay then, that's something you won't have to worry about it."

"I thought something had happened to you and you're just moving?" he sounded annoyed and disappointed. He felt about the whole situation, Bill was the closest thing he had ever had to a good father figure. But now he had his brother, his real life brother, even if he messed up, and into all sort of stuff, he would stay with him.

"I'm sorry," he couldn't say anything else because anything else he might say would sound crazy. He left the auto shop office and was going through the garage when he noticed a guy in the garage were looking at him and not in a friendly way. He swallowed, maybe he was wrong about going here, and maybe he should have told Sam about going. He knelt down like he was going to tie his shoe and grabbed the knife from his ankle holster, glad now that Sam made him wear it. Dean wasn't going to ever complain about it itching again if they weren't human. He kept the knife at his side and next to his wrist so that it was hidden in case they were human. However, three steps later Charlie, Ted, and Frank cut off his path to the outside.

"Hey, guys...I know I didn't call but," and that's when Frank with his overweight body hit him in the chest.

"Okay, what was that for?" he asked as he picked himself off the ground and he showed them his silver knife. He looked into Frank's eyes and saw that they were black, okay definitely demons, or, at least, Frank was. He heard footsteps from behind him he looked around and saw Bill whose eyes were also black.

"Why?"

"Why pretend? Because it's fun. Dean Winchester, my boss wants you and he's going to get you," Dean waved the silver knife at him.

"I'm so scared." What was that exorcism Sam had tried to teach him a few days ago? Damn, he couldn't' remember it. He couldn't even remember the first word. He still had the gun on his back but he remembered it would only help against humans. He could kill his ex-coworkers and still not kill the demons inside. The silver knife wouldn't kill them either. The only way to send them back to hell was an exorcism, an exorcism that he couldn't remember. If he got out of this he was going to memorize the whole damn exorcism. He started looking for an exit but both ways out were covered, suddenly the three people between him and exit were thrown into Bill. He knew who it was before he turned around, Sam was standing there looking pissed. He went to his side. Sam glared at all the demons.

"Don't. Come. After. My. Brother." Sam started speaking in Latin, at least that what he thought Sam had said the language the exorcism was in was. Before he was finished black plumes of smoke filled the air and left the room. That's when Sam turned to Dean glaring at him, guilt settled in quickly.

"Sorry Sam, I just wanted to say goodbye to my boss in person."

"We shouldn't be here in first place. I should have never let you talk me into this," Sam was still glaring.

"Yeah, well, you got rid of them." That had to count for something didn't it?

"You should have told me where you were going."

"It was half a block and I didn't think-"

"No, you didn't think!" Sam sounded angry and he also sounded worried. Dean put his hands up.

"Look I won't do it again."

"No you won't..you got your stuff?" Dean picked it up where he had dropped it, when the demons started coming after him. He looked down at Bill who hadn't moved.

"Are they going to be okay?"Sam sighed and kneeled down next to Bill and felt his neck.

"He's alive," he moved the three other men feeling their neck with his fingers as well. "They all are. They might have to spend some time a psych hospital being convinced they were never possessed but they should be alright." Sam got up off the floor and left the garage Dean following him. The impala was parked right in front of the shop and Dean got into the passengers side, when Sam got into the drivers seat he guessed that Sam didn't trust him as much he had earlier in the made Dean pissed. Sam had kidnapped him! And he was mad that he had wanted to reassure the one person who cared about him that he wasn't lying dead in a ditch somewhere! Sam started The Impala and pulled into the street.

"Sam, I'm your brother, not a frigging parakeet!" Sam faced him for a second confusion written all over his face.

"'What?"

"I mean you just can't tell me what to do and expect I'll do it no questions asked."

"I'm just keeping you safe." he stated confused.

"I know that Sam it's just...I'm not used to other people ordering me around," a look passed over Sam's face.

"John was a military man, do you think if he had raised us ?"Sam trailed off and Dean starting thinking about that too. What if their father had raised them? What would their lives be like today? Would they both be normal? Would he and Sam be in college half way across the country? Would they be close?

Dean had seen many different sets of brothers. Some had had each other backs and some had just tolerated the fact that they were related. Some even downright hated their siblings. Which would have they been if they had been given that opportunity? Dean shook his head clearing those thought out. That fact was that he would never know would he? Because that's not how things played out and he could spend hours thinking about what could have happened, but it would never change what had.