Ahh I forgot to thank aliiceroseee for their review! Yeah, this'll definitely be a Sabriel story (who knows, maybe Gabriel will live in this fic somehow) but it will also occasionally explore Sastiel. (Don't get me wrong, I'm a big Destiel shipper haha) Sooo yeah. Thanks for the review~

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the episodes in this chapter include: Lazarus Rising, and Yellow Fever

I do not own Supernatural

At first, Dean wasn't sure why he was alive. He remembered clearly being dragged in hell, tortured, etc. But now he was out. He escaped somehow, or, someone decided to save him.

That thought brought him to his little sister. Then, he thought the worst could have happened to her. Did she make a deal with the crossroads demon to bring him back?

He cursed. If she did, then they would have just been put in the same cycle again. He had in fact already discussed this pressing issue with her before they faced Lilith. Yet, here he was standing in the middle of nowhere, unscarred, filthy, and ragged.

He needed to see Sam.

First, he tried to approach Bobby. They had a quarrel, but eventually they knew to trust each other. Bobby thinking that he was a shifter of sorts, but Dean automatically proved that theory false. "So what do you remember?" Bobby decided to ask.

"Not much. I remember I was a hellhound's chew toy, and then… lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it." In truth, he did remember everything that happened in hell. He didn't want to admit to anything just yet. Just thinking about it made him shiver. "Sam's number is not working. She's, uh… she's not…"

Bobby smiled. "Oh, she's alive all right. Well, as far as I know."

"Good." Dean said. Then, that last bit got to him. "What do you mean as far as you know?"

Bobby sighed. "I haven't talked to her in months."

Dean stared at him disbelievingly. "You're kidding, you just let her off on her own?" There was no way she could've survived such a long time without any sort of emotional support.

"She was dead set on it." Bobby shrug. "Not much I could've done."

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. He scoffed. "Bobby, you should've been looking after her."

Bobby was exasperated, to say the least. He did kind of miss the overprotective Dean Winchester. "I tried. These last months haven't exactly been easy, you know. For her or me. We had to bury you."

Dean shifted his weight uneasily. It must've been traumatizing for Samantha to watch her brother go six feet (or more, he couldn't tell how deep the hole was) under. "Why did you bury me anyway?"

"I wanted you salt and burned. Samantha wouldn't have it."

Dean grinned. "I'm glad she won that one."

"She said you'd need a body when you came back home somehow. That's about all she said."

Suddenly, all facts were leading to his theory. "What do you mean?"

"She was quiet. Real quiet. And then she just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find her, but she didn't want to be found."

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course, he should've known. She brought him back somehow, possibly by some demon force. That would explain all the noise he had experienced in the gas station.

Eventually, they figured out where she was hidden. Pontiac Illinois, where Dean had popped out of the ground. They found the motel where she had been staying at, and decided to pay her a visit.

When Sam opened the door, Dean automatically smiled warmly at her. He did miss such a kind face, after all those long, dreadful months back in hell.

However, she didn't respond the same.

She looked awful. It was obvious she had stayed up many nights, surviving mainly on caffeine. Raggedy hair, bags under her eyes, pale. At first she didn't even notice Dean. Her eyes widened once she did, and she noiselessly let them inside her room.

Screaming, she pulled out a knife from a drawer and lunged at Dean. However, Dean easily disarmed her and Bobby pulled her back, restraining her. "Who are you?!" She shouted, fighting against Bobby.

"Like you didn't do this?" Dean replied.

She huffed. "Do what?"

Bobby tried to calm her, using his soothing tone. "It's him, it's him. It's really him, I've been through this already."

Sam looked back to Dean, her eyes brimming with tears. "W-what…" She stuttered.

Dean approached her slowly, as if she was an animal ready to attack. "I know. I look fantastic, huh?"

Finally, Bobby released Sam and she embraced Dean in a tight hug. She sobbed into his arms, while Dean stroked her hair. It was then that he realized, maybe she wasn't the one who raised him from the depths of hell. Someone else had decided to let the Winchesters reunite.

"I've missed you, so so much…" Sam murmured into his shoulder.

Every moment while he was down in hell… every second he was being tortured, or he was doing the torturing, he thought of his little sister.

"Everything's ok, I got you." He replied, his grip tightening around her. "I always got you."

It wasn't long before the Winchesters got settled in, and Bobby could leave them alone for a while. In fact, they had even taken up a case or two, as if everything was back to normal.

Well, not everything was back to normal. They had an angel on their side, named Castiel, but otherwise things were going along a good, straight path for the two of them.

They came across a case where a man had been killed, and was now sending a "ghost sickness" to other… well, in a mild manner of speaking, dicks. Bullies. It spread via germs, fluids, basically like a normal sickness. It made you afraid of every little thing.

This was what Dean had. He could tell it amused Sam, but he could also tell she was worried for his life. It always seemed to end up like that. They figured out that he was just experiencing the victim's death, just much slower. They also learned who the culprit was, too.

That was how they found themselves in their current situation. "We're hunting a ghost." Sam was trying to say.

"A ghost, exactly! Who does that?" Dean replied incredulously.

Sam blinked. "Us."

"Us? Right. And that Sam, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean, come on, we hunt monsters! What the hell?! I mean, normal people, they see a monster, and they run. But not us, no, no, no, we - we search out things that want to kill us. Yeah? Huh? Or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people! We...are insane! You know, and then there's the bad diner food and then the skeevy motel rooms and then the truck-stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean, who wants this life, Sam? Huh? Seriously?" Sam only stared at him with her mouth open. If Dean wasn't so afraid, he'd probably laugh at her comical expression.

"Do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so! I mean, I drive too fast. And I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again, a-and I sing along. I'm annoying, I know that. And you -you're gassy! You eat half a burrito, and you get toxic! I mean, you know what?" He tossed the keys to her.

"D-Dean, wait-"

"You can forget it."

It took her a moment to recover from the rant, her face flushed from embarrassment. "Wait, where do you think you're going?"

"Stay away from me Sam, okay? Cause I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and - and - and the hellhounds and the ghost sickness and the damn apocalypse. I'm out. I'm done. Quit." Was he really saying this? He couldn't believe his own ears. When he mentioned the hellhounds, he saw her freeze on the spot. It made him feel terrible, but it still didn't overcome his sense of fear. He knew he should be there for his sister, but… he just couldn't right now. He had to get away from all of this.

Eventually, and out of breath, he made it back to the motel room. The only reason he was out of breath was because he was being chased by a feral beast.

When he entered the room, his sister stood up. "I looked everywhere for you, Dean. How the hell did you get here?"

Dean glanced at her. "Ran. What do we do now? I got less than four hours on the clock." He was beat. "I'm going to die, Samantha." Again. I'm going to let you down, again.

"Yeah, you are." She agreed. Now, this puzzled Dean. He expected something along the lines of, how the hell could you say that? Or at least some form of denial. "You're going back."

This wasn't his sister, he automatically realized. "Back?" He said carefully.

She sighed. "Downstairs, Dean. Hell. It's about damn time, too. Truth is, you've been a real pain in my ass." Yup. Something was off with her. When she looked directly at him, he saw the difference in her eyes: they were now a beady yellow.

Dean's eyes widened, as he was flung against the wall with a single gesture. "No! You get out of my sister, you son of a bitch!"

She smirked. "No one's possessing me, Dean. This is what I'm going to become. This is what I want to become. The best part is there's nothing you can do about it." With a flex of her hand, she began to choke Dean.

"Dean? Dean, hey… Dean!"

She was normal again, Dean realized with a sigh of relief. She looked at him with sincere concern, in eyes not only a second ago had been glaring into his soul.

A couple hours passed, and they defeated the vengeful spirit. Well, Sam was doing all the work of fighting it while Bobby provided the lore and the materials needed to face it. As Bobby drove away after the day's work, Sam and Dean hung by the Impala for a moment.

"So, are you really sure you're ok?" Sam asked. "You looked pretty shaken up when I came in."

Dean stole a quick glance at her, and saw a flash of the beady yellow eyes.

He couldn't tell her what he saw. Yet, those hazel eyes that flashed from green to blue in sunlight were searching him. These hazel eyes were much better than the yellow eyes he had seen before, he decided.

He sighed. "Nothing I couldn't handle, Sammy."

She scoffed. "Now that's a lie."

"Fine, I give." He said, shrugging. "I saw you." This made her pause. "Yeah, you had… you had yellow eyes, and you were attacking me." There's nothing you can do about it. Those words echoed in the back of his head.

He also saw Lilith, but there was no way he would share that with her.

"Dean, I'd never-"

"I know."