AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So sorry for the slight delay. I wasn't up for writing last night. I sowwy. Anyways. This is almost over! Only eleven letters left! Oh my glob! Coming up next, is a season 5 AU! It's a TEMPORARY death fic, so our dear Sammy won't be dead long. Just a heads up for you guys and gals. I also got a season 4 AU on deck, along with a season 10 AU. The season 4 and 10 AU's have a description on my profile. The season 5 doesn't. Anyways. For tonight's prompt, this comes a hidden AU in which after Sam comes home from Hell (soul intact!), he and Dean retire from hunting and live peacefully in quiet sleepy little town. Let's go!

Ruby-OMG! Yay! They need more fluff in the show.

spnfanforlife-I couldn't sleep and I'm watching every door including my closet closely and I have my salt and exorcism book at the ready! Or I can just take this things outside and kill them with fire XD

elliereynolds777-Isn't it! While playing the game, I was like "I wonder what would happen if Sam and Dean were introduced to this?" And this lovely little fic was born!

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O-Over. We're done. (Beginning of season 6: AU! Sam's soul intact!)

Dean was out on the porch of his and Sam's home in a sleepy little town in California. He liked here. So did Sammy. Speaking of whom. Sam had returned from Hell a few months ago, with his soul broken. Dean sighed. He was pleased to have his baby back. But Sam had been in a coma and he woke up, he didn't remember anything. Worse yet, he couldn't talk. Well, he could, but he couldn't remember English. He only understood Enochian. So he and Bobby thought him sing language. Sam was a little delayed and would have seizures especially if he was stressed. He had memory issues, his coordination was off a little. But it was okay. He was getting better each day.

Dean took a hit his cigarette and exhaled. He hadn't smoked since he wad sixteen, and now, well yeah. Can you blame him?

"Good morning Dean." Castiel greeted. He lived with the brothers part time.

"Mornin'." Dean greeted back.

"How's Sam today?" Cas asked.

"He's doing okay. No seizure's so far today, took all his meds without fuss, he ate breakfast, took Abby for a walk, now he's getting ready to play his violin." Dean said with a smiled. His baby was having a good day, especially since he took Abby for a walk himself. Abby is a German Shepard pup of one year, and Sam's service dog.

"That's good. He still won't let you smoke in the house?" Cas asked.

"Ha! Nah. He's worried about Abby getting sick from the fumes and such. That and I don't want to make him sick either." Dean said, while taking another puff. "Besides, he's cool with it as long as I don't smoke the whole pack in one day. I only smoke three times a day."

"That's good. Most smoke more than that." Castiel said.

Dean and Castiel talked for a moment until they heard the sound of a violin playing. Dean and Cas loved listening to Sam play. He was quite good at it. He also played piano.

Sam started playing his violin and closed his eyes. When he played this or his piano the world fell silent, and Hell disappeared. Sure he knew he was home, but sometimes his mind didn't. But his daddy was here and he was alright.

Sam is alright.

There it is y'all! Part of my hidden AU for season 6! This may or not be published *shrugs*

Until Next Time! *climbs on top of TV stand and lies on it like Snoopy*