"Not dead" –Sherlock Holmes…. Hi guys, thanks for sticking with me and a special shout out to TheOnlyMeYouWillEverKnow for reaching out to me and showing me how many people actually enjoy this story. I love you all *kisses* and now story!

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Honestly Dean didn't know what happened, one minute he was in hell and the next he was waking up in a wooden box that was buried 6 feet under, which is very hard to climb out of. Bobby thought he was a monster, because, really, he's back from the dead. Tracking Sam was no problem and they found themselves in a 'love motel' as Bobby put it. They walked up to room 207 where they hoped Sam would be and knocked on the door. It immediately opened to a man with raven hair and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing a tight wife beater and low riding sweats. Dean and Bobby just stared in shock.

"So where is it?" The man said in a British accent with a little bit of Irish in it. Dean shot Bobby a look and then turned back to the man.

"Where's what?" Dean questioned and the man sighed like they were 5-year olds that did something wrong.

"The pizza that takes two American men to deliver." The man looked to be about at his wits end so Dean looked around him and into the room trying to spot Sam or something of his. When he didn't find anything he turned back to the man

"I think we got the wrong room" Dean said while he was trying to take a step back.

"Hey, is that the pizza? Do you need help with the mon-" The voice stopped as the body got into view and saw the people at the door looking first at Dean than at Bobby and furrowed his brow quickly in a way to show confusion. Dean smiled at the newcomer.

"Heya Sammy." Dean said softly and stepped past the man at the door, than it seemed that everything happened very fast. Sam drew a knife and lunged at Dean and Bobby jumped in pulling him away. The man at the door jumped into action and grabbed Dean while Bobby put Sam in a lock.

"Who are you?!" Sam demanded.

"What like you didn't do this?" Dean yelled back at him.

"Do what!" Sam shouted at him again.

"Why are we shouting questions at each other?" The raven haired man shouted to no one in particular.

"It's him, it's him Sam. I've been through this already, it's really him." Bobby reasoned with Sam while the man let go of Dean once he realized Dean wouldn't attack. Bobby let go of Sam and he took the 2 strides to get to Dean while Dean said something about looking great and pulled him into a hug.

"So do Americans hug their attackers now? No wonder you guys went downhill. 'Always kill the attacker after getting the information you need' bad motto I know, but it works." The man's accent became very strong as he leaned against the wall looking bored.

"What? No, this is my brother." Sam looked over at the man.

"Oh now Americans attack their own family? Damn, you people are stupid." The man shook his head. Dean wondered why he was still here, or better yet, even here in the first place.

"Ok, who are you?" Dean questioned. The man lifted his head and looked Dean straight in the eye.

"Sam's lover," Dean looked at Sam while Sam looked at the man with amusement in his eyes but a disapproving frown on his lips, "Just kidding, I'm Colin a friend of Sam's." He held out his hand to Dean, "You're the infamous jerk. Heard a lot about you, some embarrassing things but don't worry I won't tell anyone." Colin winked at him and Dean flushed wondering what Sam told this man. Dean shook the outstretched hand.

"I know where we can go to get answers since Sam didn't do it." Bobby spoke up "Just follow me when you're ready." He walked out of the room while grabbing his phone, probably to warn whoever they are going to. Colin nodded and went into a bedroom. Dean waited until the door was closed then turned to his brother.

"Why is he here? Who is he?" Dean demanded in a quiet voice. Sam looked at him in surprise.

"He's a hunter; I met him a couple weeks after you died Dean. I told him we could help each other. He's smart; he knows his stuff and memorizes anything that he reads enough times" Sam said seriously. Dean looked at him.

"Why does he have accent is he from fucking London? You can't trust people with accents, didn't Bela teach you anything" Dean questioned in a furious whisper.

"He's from Ireland and yeah he stayed a while in London. Look he's fine, he's saved me a bunch of times these past couple months while we were trying to save you and he hasn't stolen anything or else he would already be long gone." Sam informed furiously. Colin walked back out in what seemed to be designer jeans that hugged him comfortably, a red shirt that had a golden dragon in the center and carrying a duffle bag that was a faded red.

"Like the color red?" Dean said, seeming to be teasing. Colin's smile vanished and his eyes were emptied of every emotion 'just like Arthur's' Dean thought. Colin dropped his duffle and walked over to the couch.

"You have no idea." he plopped down, "Alright, well I'm going use the bathroom real quick then we'll go." As Dean closed the door he saw Colin close his eyes.

"Dude, you look like you're trying to read a mind." Sam joked and Colin just laughed. Dean turned on the faucet, cupped his hands under the water and splashed his face with it. As he looked into the mirror he could feel a presence in his mind and suddenly his memories of hell came back. 'People screaming, begging for mercy, Addonic laughing with glee as Nathair…' Dean opened the door and walked swiftly out, blocking the memories again. Colin seemed agitated at something but he was the only one in the room.

"You ok?" Dean asked, Colin's head snapped up and his features smoothed out but the irritation was still in his eyes.

"Yeah, Sam took the bags down to the car and he checked us out. I decided to wait so Sam wouldn't rush you. He's not very patient is he?" Colin asked as he started walking for the door that led to the hallway.

"Nope and he never will be. It'll kill him someday and that's why I'm here, to stop him from dying." Dean looked over at Colin to see him nodding his head with sadness in his eyes, "Who'd you lose?" Colin looked over at him.

"Excuse me?" he replied. Dean chuckled,

"You're either born into this or you've lost someone you loved cause of these bastards, you don't look like you were born into it so…. Who'd you lose?" Dean explained. Colin smiled sadly again.

"Sooner or later we all lose someone we love, doesn't matter how they die. We all grieve and we all want more time with that person. I lost everyone I've ever loved. Not to demons, not all of them at least. My dad was on the run from a man pretending to be a monster and when I finally met him he died by a creature's hand trying to protect me. But he's not the reason. No, I wasn't born into it and someone didn't die to bring me into it, it was forced onto me along with other things that I wish desperately I didn't have or hell even know of. But you live with it. Fake a smile and don't get attached. I learned my lesson, you guys should to. You two are each other's downfall, but you can't live without each other. I say get out of the business before it is too late Dean." They reached the car and Colin slipped into the backseat, stretched out on his back and closed his eyes. Dean got into the driver's seat while Sam contorted himself into the passenger side.

"Does he always do that?" Dean asked Sam after 5 minutes on the road. Sam looked at Dean as he gestured with his head back to Colin who was passed out on the backseats. Sam cleared his throat.

"Uhhh yeah, it's really the only time he sleeps" Sam looked down at his lap "I've worried and talked to him about it but he always seems ready to go. He hates sleeping on a bed. At night he'll research, pace, work out, memorize useless facts and clean. He mumbles most of the time while he does it, but I've never heard it clearly. If we stay long he'll take cat naps during the day, but that's it." The car fell back into silence while Dean followed Bobby and making sure he stayed in their sights and Sam playing with his phone before pulling out a book and starting to read it.

"Why do you Americans insist on talking about people behind their backs?" A voice from the back of the car made the brothers jumped. Dean started to trip over words while Sam looked at the backseat with a guilty smile. "You need enough sleep so you don't deteriorate. I just need to survive, living can come later. I'm fine; I could take on 1,000 demons and still be good." Colin insisted while Sam still stared at him. Sam nodded and turned around to face the road again while Colin fell back against the seat again. "Are we almost there yet?" Dean glanced down at his watch.

"No, we got a couple more hours." Colin grunted in response and a couple minutes later his breathing evened out. Throughout the ride Dean thought he heard little whimpers and mumbling from the back seat but the radio was on so he couldn't be sure. When Colin wasn't asleep his eyes were closed, he didn't talk and Dean just had to wonder what this young-looking Irish man has gone through.

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Yay! New chapter, next one will be with Pamela. Before I start brain storming that though, do you guys want a short story of Sam and Colin's time with each other while Dean was in hell? If so pm me or send reviews (which also help we work faster)… Much love to you all, Katnip2012