Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

A/N 1: Warning reunion ahead: the warning is that it may be not exactly how you pictured it.

It had taken a few days and some research on Garth's part, but now Xander knew quite a bit about them, and now even had an idea of where to find them. Garth had told him about hunting cabins.

There were hunting cabins all over the place, where only other hunters would know to check. He had a feeling that Sam still hiding from the government, despite the fact that he was officially dead and also from the remaining Leviathans, which was definitely the more formidable enemy.

This was the third hunting cabin he was checking. He made sure that the various weapons he had on his person were well hidden and made his way up to the door. He knew it wasn't terribly smart to knock on a hunters cabin door if there was anyone in there, but it would be a lot less smart to just try to walk in.

He raised his fist and knocked loudly a few times. He searched the windows which were covered in dark curtains trying to see if he could see any movement from the inside. He didn't, but he did hear some soft footstep coming closer to the door. The door swung open, and Xander knew he found Sam. He looked different than he had in his murder video. His appearance was haggard. He was pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept in days, which was probably the case if what he had heard about Sam and Dean's relationship was true. Of course he noticed his appearance second. The first thing he noticed was the gun being pointed at him by his possible brother no less.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Sam demanded practically shouting. It took a moment for his brain to process what the smell was that was drifting through his nostrils, it was alcohol and it was on Sam's breath. So a gun and drunk. Fun, fun, fun.

"I've been looking for you Sam." Sam didn't lower the gun.

"Why!"

"Because I think we might be brothers!" Xander had been planning to talk to him for a bit and then bring it up, but the fact that a gun was pointed at him had changed everything. That only seemed to make Sam angrier.

"I already have a brother! I just need to get him back." Sam seemed so broken and if Sam wasn't holding a gun at him, he would feel sorry for him. Sam then looked suspiciously outside.

"Get inside." He wasn't really sure he wanted to talk to Sam anymore, and definitely wasn't sure he wanted to be alone in a cabin with Sam pointing a gun at him. Of course Sam took the safety off the gun then, which really meant he had no choice but to follow. Sam closed the door behind him and Xander's eyes noticed an almost empty bottle of whiskey. So he was very drunk, awesome.

"Sam I heard about Dean dying and I'm sorry..."

"He's not dead! He's in purgatory and I'm going to get him out!" Sam said slurring his words a bit. Xander made sure his hands were as straight and open as they could be, he really didn't want Sam to shoot him accidentally.

"Of course you will," Xander said trying to placate him.

"He cut off the head and the body was supposed to flounder. It wasn't supposed to take him away." Sam drunk another shot of whiskey. The younger man was getting drunker and he really had to get Sam to put the gun down before Sam shot him on accident.

"How am I supposed to find him?!"

"I'll help you find him, but now you've got to put the gun down. Please." It was like Sam hadn't even heard him.

"He was there one second and then he was gone. I thought Cas had zapped them out, but Crowley said-"

"Sam," this whole trying to be calm thing wasn't working, so he was going to try a different tactic and hope he didn't get shot.

"Sam!" he shouted drawing Sam's attention back on him. "You're holding a gun on me with the safety off, and your drunk, and it's making me really nervous. So you at least need to put the safety back on!" Sam looked like a kicked dog, he put the safety back on and dropped the gun to the hardwood floor. After that he grabbed the whiskey and curled up into a chair facing away from him. The man seemed really lost without Dean. Xander looked at the door for a long moment, maybe it would be better to leave and come back when Sam was a little less drunk.

"You seem older not younger," Sam said slurred softly. Xander kept staring at the door but decided to reply.

"I am. Your Dad conceived me right before he left for the Marines...he never knew about me."

"Well at least there's that...he had another son Adam. He died when a ghoul ate him and his mom. Then he said yes and I pulled him into The Cage with me." he had heard of The Cage from Garth.

"Wonder how many more siblings I have out there?" Sam asked faintly, he was very very drunk. Xander didn't know how to respond to that so he said nothing.

"You may be my brother..but you're not...not. Dean," he slurred, he seemed so broken. Then he promptly dropped the whiskey bottle onto the floor. It didn't break, but it content was emptied onto the floor. Sam's head collapsed onto his knees and it was clear he had just drunken himself to sleep. He hadn't expected this kind of reunion. He had been expecting yelling, not being believed and wanting proof, but he had never expected this.

He wanted to get out of there. Sam was so drunk he probably wouldn't even remember him in the morning. He still didn't have any proof that they were in fact brothers. But instead he set about cleaning the room a little. He found the bathroom, found a towel which he then took and used it to clean up the remaining whiskey. Xander took the empty bottle and put it in the trash and put all the dirty dishes that he found into the sink.

He looked at Sam. Sam still had his shoes and jacket on. Xander sighed, he wasn't sure why he wasn't getting out here. The man had nearly shot him. But all he could think about was how it was going to be uncomfortable sleeping like that. Especially since he was still curled into a tight ball on a chair too small for his large frame. Xander pulled off Sam shoes and looked at him. He was too big for him to move to the bed without waking him up and he probably wasn't going to be waking up for awhile. He sat on the chair next to Sam looking him over. Even in his sleep Sam still looked sad, that's when he decided to stay the night. Besides the younger man could use some help once the hangover hit tomorrow, because it was going to be a bad one.

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