Disclaimer: I don't own any of them..Kripke does..yada yada yada

Author's Note: Had a pretty crappy day today. So, after licking my wounds, the boys kicked me in the ass and made me get back on here. Wasn't much up for writing to tell you the truth, but when Dean and Sam call, I listen. Not sure if this is going to be the last chapter before I start the next story, guess we will just have to wait and see. And now, I humbly bring you…..


Far From Home

Chapter Thirteen

"Sam?" Dean looked at his brother not believing his eyes. He looked at Lilitu and screamed in her face, "This shit isn't going to work, so just knock it off!" He thought for sure that she was somehow pulling a Jedi mind trick to stall him.

"Dean. It's me! It's me!" Sam crossed the room towards his brother.

Dean let go of Lil's head, backing away towards the fireplace. It was impossible. He shook his head, trying to fight back the impending grayness that threatened to overtake him. His knees threatened to buckle from underneath him and he felt like all of the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. He raised the knife towards Sam.

"Woah, Dean! I swear to God it's me!" Sam said. He stopped where he was and raised his hands up trying to show his older brother he was harmless. Tears threatened to form in his eyes as he looked at Dean. He looked like a wild animal that was caged and threatening to strike. "Take it easy bro. It's okay, Cas told me what was going on. I'm here to help." He took a tentative step towards Dean. "Just relax and put the knife down dude."

"No. No.. NO! You stay right fucking there!" Dean screamed. "Do you think I'm that stupid?" he chuckled sarcastically. "Of course you do! Nobody gets out that cage. Nobody!"

"Dean, listen to me man. Please, just listen. I'll stay right here, I swear to it. Just put the knife down." Sam pleaded.

Dean couldn't take anymore. He lunged at Lilitu and tried to thrust the knife into her but was thrown through the air away from her. He smashed into the mantle. Dazed, he looked around trying to figure out what the hell just happened. It was when he saw that the demon's hands were still tied to the chair that he realized that it was this thing pretending to be his Sammy that did it. As he was trying to stand up, he saw Sam approaching again. This time he didn't hesitate. He lept up and tackled the larger man around the waist. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he attempted to swing the knife around but Sam punched Dean in the face, knocking him off of him. Dean kicked his leg out, connecting with Sam's gut. He felt a satisfying crunch under his boot and knew that he had broken a rib. Finally thinking he was gaining some leverage,he threw an uppercut to Sam's chin. Sam fell backwards in a heap.

"DEAN! GOD DAMMIT! STOP!" Sam yelled.

Dean jumped on top of Sam, pinning him to the floor. Pushing the knife towards Sam's face, he said, "You son of a bitch! You could have been anyone, but you just had to pick him didn't ya? What? Did you think that would buy you some time to get your little hell bitch free? That I would break down and cry? Well, guess what motherfucker..you guessed wrong. All you did was piss me off even more!" The knife was dangerously close to Sam's face and he was starting to panic. He was bigger than his brother but the way that Dean had him pinned made it difficult for him to fight back. It was the same move that Dean had used their whole lives to get the upper hand on his younger, but much bigger brother. He had mastered it when Sam was about thirteen and Sam had never been able to get out of it. His arms were busy trying to hold Dean back from stabbing him in the face, so hitting him was out. Sweat beaded on his forehead from the strain of the struggle. Sam did the only thing he could. He pictured Dean flying off of him and made it happen. He hated using his powers on his brother but knew that he had no other choice.

Dean stood again and stumbled. "See? That's how I know you're just a cheap imitation. My brother didn't have his powers anymore." He grabbed the back of a chair and struggled again to stand. His breathing was labored from exertion. He watched as Sam stood up, wincing from the broken ribs. He spit out some blood that had gotten into his mouth. "And after I'm done with this cunt over here, you're next." He looked at the creature that was Sam with pure hate in his eyes.

Bobby and Cas, hearing the commotion ran into the room just as Dean charged at Sam again. Cas was in between the brothers in an instant, grabbing Dean and holding him back. "Dean, he's telling the truth." Dean was struggling in the angel's iron grip. "You know I wouldn't lie to you."

Dean kept shaking his head in denial. "No..it's not him Cas! It can't be him!"He was shaking uncontrollably. Still fighting to be set free, he hit the angel in the stomach as hard as he could. "If he's not a demon, then explain that shit he just pulled. Can you explain that Cas?" Cas didn't have to answer, Sam did it for him.

"Dean, look at me." Sam said quietly.

He looked Sam in the eyes and saw them filled with pain. He saw the tears and knew that what Cas had been saying was true. His Sammy was back. Dean fell to the floor. Still in disbelief, he just stared at him. "Sammy?" "How..what..I don't understand? Make me fucking understand. Please!" he pleaded with his baby brother.

"I can explain that later Dean. Right now, just let me help you." Sam replied.

"Dude, you can't Sammy. You can't do anything to help. There is only one way for this to end. We've already tried everything..we.." Dean sobbed.

"Do you trust me?" Sam asked, his eyes fixed on his brother. If he had only known what was going on with Dean. If he had only stayed with him, then maybe his brother wouldn't look so broken. Hell, he wouldn't be so broken. Once again, Sam had managed to fuck up Dean's life. But he swore from that moment on, he would do everything in his power to rectify it.

"Do I have a choice?" Dean said, more of a statement than a question.

Lilitu looked at the two brothers standing there. "What a sweet family reunion. So touching." She cackled. "See? Didn't I tell you that he was back Deano? And you thought I was a liar. Who's the liar now, huh? He's been here the whole time and didn't even bother to tell you. Talk about some brotherly love. Pity he won't be here long though. You can watch while I rip him from limb to limb." She finished.

"You know, I'm real sick of hearing your filthy mouth." Dean sneered. He started to rise again, with his knife in hand, ready to take her out. It was then that he noticed that everything had gone completely quiet. Not just in the house, but outside as well. He looked around the room and saw his little brother, hand outstretched, concentrating so hard both side of his nose were bleeding. Lilitu had stopped laughing and taunting him. When he looked back at her, she had a horrified look on her face. "Sammy?" he whispered. He could feel the electricity in the air. The hair on the back of his neck stood straight up. Something big was happening and Sam was doing it. He saw his brother panting, the veins in his neck bulging. "Sam!" he said a little louder. That was when a scream erupted out of Lilitu. It was a scream like nothing Dean had ever heard before and prayed he never would again. Grabbing his ears, he hit the dirt just in time to see the demon explode out of Andie's body and burst as if shocked with a gigantic taser. Lightning shot through the air and the smell of sulfur started making Dean gag involuntarily. But it was over as fast as it started. Dean looked at Andie and saw the blood pouring out of her mouth. Time seemed to slow down as he got up and ran to her. He slid in front of her, grabbing her face in his hands.

"Baby? Andie?" Dean knew in his heart that she was gone. In the end, they were bound to lose her. He saw that now. Behind him he heard Bobby sobbing. He heard Castiel trying to comfort the grieving father. He turned and saw Sam. Dean stood up and walked over to his brother. Extending his hand, he helped him to stand up. Taking Sam into his arms, he stood there hugging him tightly. A single tear fell down his face. "Thanks for trying Sammy." He pulled back, looked at his brother one last time. Finally, he reared back and blasted Sam in the jaw. Sam looked at him with shock apparent on his face. All Dean said to him before walking out of the house was, "Now go the fuck back wherever you came from."

Bobby started after Dean but Sam stopped him. "It's okay Bobby. I deserved that." He said sadly. He knew that he had a lot to account for, he just didn't know where to start. "Just give him some time. I didn't expect a ticker tape parade after what I've done." He looked at the girl's body that was still tied to the chair. He knew that she was Bobby's daughter. Cas had filled him in before he came in the house. "I'm so sorry Bobby. I should have been here sooner."

The older man, who had loved both the Winchester boys as if they were his own, looked at the youngest and just shook his head. He walked up to Sam and embraced him in a big bear hug. "It's okay boy, you did everything you could do. You came and that is all that matters." With that, Bobby let him go and walked over to Andrea's body, carefully untying her. He was being so gentle with her that it broke Sam's heart. He felt like a piece of shit for taking so long to get here. He hadn't drank demon blood and wasn't strong enough to take out the demon the right way. He rushed it, and now this innocent girl's blood was on his hands. He didn't know if he could ever forgive himself. "Bobby? Do you need some help?" He asked quietly.

"No, this is my job. I'm her daddy. I'm supposed to take care of her." A sob escaped Bobby's throat. "Just give me a minute alone with her, please."

Cas and Sam just nodded their heads and turned and left the room. Leaving the grieving father alone with his daughter.