A/N: Sorry to have taken so long getting this posted. First the Holidays came than I returned back to work. I guess I should be lucky I still have a job. I hope you like where I'm taking this story. Thanks to all who have read and reviewed it. Hope you like it. D


Only one thing was now on Sam's mind. Dean. Dean was alive and at Bobby's. Still driving the car demon possessed man that tried to run him off the road, Sam was now heading in the opposite direction then he was, not twenty-four hours ago. He had to get to Bobby's. He had to see with his own eyes.

To him, the distance seemed longer, but he was making better time. Something about the Winchesters and their heavy foot, the road just melts before them. Sam never slowed down, even when he passed through Bobby's front gate of his savage yard.

It was the scream of the suddenly stopped tires on the car Sam was driving that Bobby heard. The next thing he knew, the door flew opened to reveal a bloody and bruised Sam standing in the doorway.

"Where is he?" Sam's eyes searched wildly around the room.

"What the hell? Kiddo? You all right?" The concern etched on his face. He wheeled closer to Sam. The boy was only looking wildly around for his brother.

"Where's Dean?" He now was looking at the older hunter with tears in his eyes. He so wanted to believe Bobby was telling him the truth.

Bobby could see through the bruises that covered Sam's face. The boy was a wreck. His anxiety was hanging on a thread. Bobby turned his head in the direction of the living room as he wheeled his chair back for Sam to get a better look. No words were said.

Sam's eyes following the gesture of the older hunter. His eyes landed on the figure laying on the couch in the living room. Slowly, Sam approached the sleeping person. Sam didn't notice he was holding his breath till air escaped from his tensed chest when the figure moved. His eyes ran the gauntlet of studying the form, stopping when the person rolled their head to one side. Now Sam was looking face to face to his big brother. He froze.

When Dean repositioned himself on the couch, he could sense a present near. His weary body slowly woke from it sleep. Opening his eyes to a blurry world, he could since a presence before him. Dean held still till his sight came into focus. Upon a clearer vision, Dean saw his little brother standing before. A bloody face Sam.

Dean jumped up from his supine position. "Sammy?" Sam didn't move. Dean was standing beside his little brother. "What the hell happened to you?" Dean had hold of Sam's arm and was guiding him to the couch. Like a child, Sam followed his lead. His eyes fixated on Dean. "Bobby?" Dean called over his shoulder.

"I'm getting the first aid kit." Bobby was yelling back from the kitchen. As soon as Bobby saw Sam, he was making a beeline to the kit in the kitchen. He was only a little surprised to hear Dean's voice.

"Here. Sammy. Sit." Dean ordered Sam. Sam wouldn't bend. He remained standing, staring. "Sammy?" His brother's expression was worrying him.

"Is it really you?" Sam finally asked. His voice was so weak, so child liked.

Dean could only smile when he answered. "Yeah. It's me, little brother." Dean was about to come back with a wise remark like: 'I look damn good, huh?'. But before he could say anything, he was engulfed in an embrace. Sam had wrapped his arms around his brother and was holding tight. Dean could only return the hug.

Memories of that day in Pontiac rushed back to Dean. His little brother was thankful that he was alive than too. "Its ok, Sammy." Was all Dean could say to his Sammy.

How long they stood there in their embrace? Who knows. Bobby had moved closer to the brothers, but he didn't want to bother them. He too was remembering the same feelings of the past reunion. Tears came to Bobby's eyes.

Bobby cleared his throat. "Here's the kit."

Dean slowly pulled away from Sam. As he did, he guided his little brother to the couch. Bobby wheeled closer so he could hand the kit to Dean. Dean took it from the older hunter, opening it on his lap.

Bobby wheeled toward the kitchen. "I'll get some water and towels." Dean only nodded as he started working on Sam's injuries. The older hunter stopped short of the kitchen and turned to see the way Dean was gently caring for his brother. It made him feel good to see the boys together again.

Dean was working on the dry blood on Sam's face when he asked. "Please tell me the other guy looked worst?" Sam didn't answer. Instead, he was holding on to Dean's shirt sleeve with his right hand. When Dean tried to move, he finally noticed the death grip. His eyes fell to the grip than back up to his brother's eyes that never wavered. "I'm not going any where, Sammy."

This time Sam seemed to have heard the words clearly. He looked down and realized how tight he was holding onto Dean. He raised his eyes back to his Brother's. The words: 'I Know' were not said, and the slight fear of losing his big brother again was washed across his face. But Sam could read Dean's face and it told him that his brother was here to stay. He slowly released his grip.

Dean smiled at Sam as Bobby came back with the towels and water. Dean returned to cleaning up Sam. Mostly it was washing the dry blood off. Dean took his time. He and Sam both needed the time together.

The words fell softly off Sam's lips. "What do you remember?" The fear of Dean's time in hell being his brother's living nightmare fresh in his own mind.

Dean took a long look into Sam's eyes. "Nothing. Really." He went back to working on his brother's injuries. "I remember you being." Dean stopped short. "Well, I thought it was you." It was then his eyes drifted toward Bobby. "Nothing else."

Sam seemed to take it in. A moment later, he asked. "Why did you do it?" Dean stopped again to look at his little brother. "Why did you say yes?" Tears began to fill his eyes.

Dean was finding it hard to hold back his own tears. "To stop you from doing it." Dean could read Sam's face. And without words he answered him. "I'm your big brother. I'm supposed to watch out for you."

Sam couldn't say anything. The emotions were rare on his face. Slowly he nodded his head in acceptance to what Dean had said. Dean was finishing up on his brother when he spoke. "So, how long did Michael ride me?"

This was the first time Sam moved his staring eyes into space. As though the memory was flooding back. "Three months."

"Three? Bobby said it was four." Dean was confused. He looked over at the older hunter. Bobby's face didn't change.

"Michael had you for three months." Sam turned his eyes back to his brother. "The four one, you were somewhere on the planet. Castiel came after three months and told us Michael released you."

Dean handed the towels and kit back to Bobby who took them to the kitchen. "I wonder where's Cas is?" He was starting to worry about his angelic friend.

Sam continued to talk about the four months without Dean. "He couldn't find you." Sam saw the confused look on Dean's face. Sam slowly touched his own chest before saying. "Remember."

"Oh, yeah." Dean also touched his chest.

"He couldn't get no one to help find you. We were on our own." The sadness was pouring off Sam's words.

Dean softly touched his little brother's arm. "I'm here now." Dean smiled. Soon Sam's face lit up too.

The sound of a large diesel truck could be heard outside. Bobby wheeled his chair to a window and looked out. "It's Jim with the Impala."

Dean stood up. Sam soon followed. Dean looked at him. "You stay here and I'll go see what damage you did to my car."

Sam looked hurt. "It wasn't my fault."

Dean smiled again. "Yeah. I know." He moved toward the door.

"Hold up." Bobby called to him. Dean stopped short. Bobby had already moved toward the desk and was removing a metal lockbox. He removed several bills from it and rolled over to Dean. "Give this to Jim." Dean looked down at the several hundred dollars bills in his hand. His eyes returned to the older hunter when Bobby spoke. "Way more than that junk is worth."

"Hey, you're talking about my baby, Dude." Dean pretended to be hurt by the remark.

"Just go." Bobby missed the word play with the boy. After Dean left, Bobby turned back to Sam. The youngest Winchester was still sitting on the couch staring after his brother. "He'll be fine, kiddo." Sam only smiled but he didn't feel it.

Dean was out the door and down the stairs in no time. He walked closer to the rollback as the Impala was being lowered from the back. The man at the control could have been Bobby at a younger time. Except for being thinner and not as scruffy. Well truth be told, maybe it was only the clothing made him like Bobby. Jim wore the same style.

Dean moved up close to his car. "What did they do to you, baby?"

Jim was unhooking the chain when he heard the young man's voice. He stood up to greet the newcomer. "Your car?"

"Yeah." Dean answered. He turned back to the Impala. "I'm sorry, baby. I'll never let Sammy drive you again."

"Nice one. Only thing I saw damage was the oil pan." Jim gathered up his chains and was replacing them on the bed of the truck.

"Thanks for bringing her home." Dean finally turned his attention to Jim. He started to hand the money Bobby gave him to the man.

Jim looked down at the money in Dean's hand. "No. Thank you. Dean."

Dean froze as Jim's eyes turned black. The next thing he knew he was flying through the air and hitting an old wreck a few yards away. Jim walked slowly toward where Dean had landed. He grabbed Dean by the neck and pulled him up. "To think. Staying with the black piece of junk of yours would bring me to you." Jim smiled to his success.

TBC

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