Disclaimer: You already know what I'm going to say but I gotta say it anyway. *Big sigh.. I don't own the characters, (except for Andie) Kripke does. I'm thinking that a trip to Vancouver is in order though. I figure all I need is a tranquilizer dart gun, some rope and a roll of duct tape. *evil grin..runs and starts packing my bags. Hehehe!

Author's Note: Sorry that the last chapter was short. At least for me it was. I just really wanted to get down to the nitty gritty with Sam and Dean's reunion. I am thinking of putting together a video for youtube to try to put what I have in my head to music. Not quite sure how I would do that considering that Andie is an original character. It was just a thought. I do know that I will be putting up the playlist that I have listened to every night while writing. It is then that I will reveal how I came up with the title of the story. But until then, I hope that you enjoy….

Far From Home

Chapter Fifteen

Dean was leaning on the side of the Impala trying to sort out what had just happened in the house. Two things he knew, Andie was dead and Sam was back. The main thing he couldn't wrap is mind around was that Sam was using his powers. That only meant one thing. Sam had gone dark side again. He shook his head. He heard the front door shut quietly and he looked up and saw Sam walking over to him. Dean inhaled and looked at his younger brother. He was torn between being happy to see him and being royally pissed off.

"Sammy, not now, okay?"

Sam hung his head down. He put his hands in his pockets, stalling for time before confronting Dean. He didn't know where to begin. He couldn't find the words that would make him hiding out from Dean for almost a year seem okay. It wasn't okay and he knew it. "Dean, look man, I'm sorry alright?" He finally said quietly. "So many times I wanted to call you, I just thought that I was…"

Dean glared up at him. "I swear to God if you say you thought you were doing the right thing, I will finish what I started in there." Yep, he was going with pissed off. "I mean, come on man! What the hell was that? You just show the fuck up and go all Vadar and zapped that bitch into oblivion, and I'm what..just supposed to be all, "Well, Sam's back, it's business as usual?" Dean could feel his anger rising to the surface. He clenched his jaw trying to keep from blowing his top. "I mean, not only do you show up out of the blue without so much as an indication that you were even alive in the first place, but you are back on the juice again." "What the hell are you doing man? You get out of Hell and go right back to the same stupid shit that got you there in the first fucking place!" He took a step forward and Sam started backing away. He didn't want to get into another fistfight with Dean.

"No Dean. I swear to you I'm clean."

Dean wasn't buying it for a minute. "Then you tell me how in the Hell you did all of that?" Dean was seething at this point. He grabbed Sam by the shoulders, getting up in his face. "It's now or never Sam. You fucking lie to me now, and not only will I kick your ass back to wherever you were, but I swear to God and all that is holy, I will cut you off for good. I can't go through that shit again. Not after everything. Not after Andie." Dean let him go with a shove. He started walking away, shaking his head in exasperation. Suddenly he whirled around, facing his brother, Sam noticed that Dean had tears in his eyes. "What am I supposed to do Sam? This is too much, man." Dean looked at his brother, trying to comprehend what that meant. " I mean, dude, I'm glad you are outta that cage. God knows I'm glad. But I gotta know, was that demon bitch lying back there? How freakin' long have you been out?"

"Almost a year." Sam said quietly, wincing slightly as the words came out of him. Dean looked at him, realization setting in. "Dean, if you'll just let me explain. I swear to God that I'm not drinking…"

Dean chuckled. "Almost a year, huh?" "Well that's just great Sam. Just fucking great." Taking a breath, he continued. "And you didn't think to let me know that you were alive? That you were okay?" Finally throwing his hands up, he turned away. "Well, so sorry to have interrupted your life with my shit. You can go back to whatever it was you were doing. Trust me, I won't bother you again." He continued walking off, waving his hand toward Sam. "Have a nice fucking life."

It was Sam's turn to be pissed. He took off after his brother and grabbed him by the shoulder. "Would you just fucking stop and listen to me god damn it!" he yelled. Dean tried to break his grip, but Sam just held on tightly. "First off, I'm not drinking demon blood. I swear to you!" Dean rolled his eyes and huffed. "Ask Cas if you don't believe me. You know as well as I do, that he wouldn't have let me get within a mile of that girl if I was. Secondly, think back to when you were in Hell Dean. Think back and then multiply that pain by a million! My head has been fucked up so badly…I just didn't…I didn't want to face you. I didn't want to face Bobby. I didn't even want to face myself." Sam collapsed onto the ground. "I would have gladly gotten on the rack. Gladly gone through what you did." He was almost sobbing at this point.

'Jesus Sammy. You don't mean that, man." Dean's anger quickly abated when he saw his little brother on the ground.

"I can't live with the shit they did to me. I would have rather been ripped to pieces Dean. I know that Hell wasn't easy for you, but Christ man, you had it easy trust me. And it wasn't just me they did shit to. Jess was there, Dean. Jess was in Hell! I put her there! How do I fucking live with that? Please tell me how to live with that!"

Dean kneeled down, taking Sam into his arms. Sam grabbed onto him for dear life. Dean had so many more questions, but right now wasn't the time. Feeling that old protective feeling take over, he said, "Sammy, it's okay man. You don't have to worry about that anymore. You're here now, that's all that matters. The rest of that shit can wait."

Cas watched the two brothers. He knew that eventually the truth would come out for both of them. It had to, for them to heal. Watching them hold onto each other he thought back to what Zachariah had once said about them being co-dependent on each other. While that may be true, it was supposed to be that way. In a way, he envied them. After he had been punished for rebelling by Raphael, he forced himself to stay disconnected from everyone. It was only after he had been stripped down to very limited powers did he finally allow himself to get close to his charges. Humans may be overly emotional at times. They may be toxic to each other in some ways. But it was moments like this, watching two brothers who had no one else to lean on, holding each other in solace and temporarily forgetting their past transgressions, that gave him faith in the human race. He stayed that way for a long time. Doing what he did best. He watched.

"Dean?" Sam asked quietly once the worst of the sobs subsided. "Cas told me something else about Andie."

"Oh yeah, what's that?" he replied, wiping a hand across his face. Everytime he heard that name, he felt a stab in his gut.

"He said that you were in love with her."

"Yeah? Well, it doesn't matter anymore?" Dean stood, helping his brother up as well. Dusting himself off, he added, "It doesn't matter because she is dead."

"I'm sorry Dean. I tried…I just wanted to…I'm so sorry." Sam said. He saw the pain in his brother's eyes. He knew that Dean had once had feelings for Cassie. That he had cared about Lisa. But something about the way his eyes looked, he knew that for the first time in his life, Dean Winchester had truly been in love. He had wanted Dean to have a normal life. He had tried to give that last gift to him. And he had failed him. He thought he had been living with Lisa and Ben this whole time. But, Dean, being who he was, had to throw in a curveball as usual.

Looking up, Dean saw Castiel watching them. "It's not polite to eaves drop dude. Goes along with the whole personal space thing we talked about." Sam turned and hung his head at the sight of the angel. He didn't know just how much he had heard him tell Dean.

"I apologize, Dean." Cas smiled slightly. "I did not mean to intrude. But it was so touching to see the two of you holding…"

Dean threw his hands up at him, stopping Cas midsentence. "Whoa! No, no, no…just stop right there Cas. There was nothing remotely touchy about that. Sam was just, ya know, having a…."

"An epiphany." Sam tried to add.

Cas tilted his head to the side and furrowed his brow in thought. "I do not think that is the word you were looking for Sam." These men would never get over their machoness. "But it does not matter at this time. There is something I need to show you both." He turned to walk back to the house, not bothering to wait for them.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Christ I hate it when he get's all cryptic and shit." Sam smiled. Somethings never changed. He hoped they never would.