Chap 10

OK! Explanation time! (this seems to have become annual or something!)

Ok, so I went to the doctor's about a week and a half ago and had an infection or something so they put me on some antibiotics, which I had a big reaction to and ended up being sick for a week. We didn't realize it was the meds before last Friday (the 3rd) so I had to skip school that day because I could barely get up…yea, it sucked.

So, ANYWAY! I was better by Sunday. And now I'm sure you're asking, 'Well, why didn't she update THIS week?' Well the reason is because I had 5 tests and 3 projects due this week so I was a little too bombarded with work to update. So, now I have absolutely no homework this weekend seeing as the quarter ended yesterday and last night was freshmen unity night (we went to lasertron…it was AWESOME!) so I'm updating!
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Sooo sorry, again, guys!

Read and enjoy!

PS: I hope you didn't explode from anticipation yet, Lilith. Cuz here it is! I think we can put the shovel to rest.

Let us all mourn the shovel. (moment of silence)

…….READ ON!

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Sam watched in horror as his brother struggled against the invisible bonds like he was. He watched as the Demon placed his hand to Dean's forehead. He watched as a mist formed around Dean and as Dean screwed his eyes shut.

"DEAN!" Sam screamed, but it was as if he hadn't even spoken. Everyone watched the Demon and Dean in mesmerization. Sam could hear faint voices from where Dean was sitting. They sounded familiar, like it was their mother or father talking. He couldn't tell. But before he could think about it for another moment…something happened.

The demon pulled his hand back as if burned, but as he was pulling it back he went flying. He slammed hard into the wall across the room. The demon slumped to the floor, unmoving. All his lackeys rushed to his side.

At first Sam wasn't sure if it was an act, the demon got knocked out so easily? But Sam decided, at the moment, Dean was more important.

Dean slumped forward out of his chair, his eyes shut, his body limp.

"Dean!" Sam cried, diving to his brother's side as Dean his the floor.

Sam could see a small smile on Dean's unconscious face, and he could faintly hear his brother's voice in his ear, like Dean was next to him whispering to him, and not lying limp on the floor in front of him.

"It's all gonna be ok now, Sammy."

'What? What does that mean, Dean?'

Silence. That was to be expected.

Sam quickly turned around, he was shocked (to say the least) to see everyone was gone. He hadn't even heard anyone leave. "Wha-?" He slowly stood. And look around. Gone, everyone was gone. The room was completely empty.

It was a trick.

It had to be.

He walked to the door and pressed his ear to it. He could very faintly hear feet running. Sam felt panic rise up in him. They were coming back.

He spun back around and ran to Dean's side. "Dean, Dean! Wake up! We have to get out of here!" Nothing.

He looked around quickly. He could see a boarded up, small window across the room. It was small and towards the ceiling, as if they were in a basement.

Sam quickly threw his brother over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and rushed across the room. He quickly pried the dead, rotted wood off the window. Light faintly shined through the grime on the window. He pushed it up with ease, seeing as it was about ready to fall off. He could see an empty ally way outside the window, it seemed to be night.

Where the hell were they?

How long had they been there?

He carefully, and quickly, pushed Dean, head first, through the window. Once Dean was through he used all his upper body strength and pulled himself up and out of the window, as he pulled his feet through and pushed the window shut he could hear the door in the room open. He jumped up and look around, he saw a dumpster a few feet from where Dean was lying. He rushed to it and pushed it in front of the small window so the demons couldn't follow them out.

He then spun around and pulled his brother over his shoulder in the carry again and walked out to the street. He could see a streetlight over a pay phone and rushed over.

It was then that he realized he had no money on him.

He spun around to see a man walking past him. "Excuse me, sir?" The man turned and looked at him suspiciously "Do you think you could lend me a quarter? My brother—uh…had to much to drink and now I need to call a…friend to come pick us up." He said, quickly stringing a lie together.

The man rolled his eyes and tossed the coin at Sam. The man turned and walked away muttering "Fucking drunks."

Normally Sam would be embarrassed that someone thought that about him…but right now he couldn't care less.

He quickly shoved the quarter into the public phone and dialed his father's cell phone number.

"Hello?" Came the exasperated voice of his mother on the other end

"Mom?"
"Sammy?? Where—it's Sammy! Where are you??"

"I'm—uh—not really sure."

"We've been looking all over the city for you!! Are you alright??"

"I'm fine. But Dean—I dunno. He won't—he won't wake up, mom." Sam said, feeling the panic and anxiety of the past few weeks, hell, the past year, all catching up with him now.

"It'll be ok, baby. We're gonna come get you. Can you tell us what's around you? We've probably passed it 20 times now."

"Um…" Sam squinted at the street sign a block across the street "We're on the corner of Acadia St. and um…" He look up at the rusted sign of the long since abandon store "Right near…Wilson's Hardware."

"Acadia St…Wilson's Hardware sound's familiar. We'll be right there, ok, baby?"

"Ok, bye mom." He hung up the, most likely, diseased phone and walked across the empty street to where he said he was going to be.

It wasn't until he got to the street sign that he realized how badly his shoulder was throbbing. He tried to readjust Dean on his shoulder and got a groan in response.

"Dean?" he asked hopefully. He carefully took his brother off his shoulder and placed him sitting against the street sign. "Dean?" he asked again

"Sammy?" his big brother asked, not even opening his eyes yet.

Sam could feel relief explode inside of him. With that one word, his name, there was so much emotion. Sam could hear recognition and relief in his brother's voice and not the confusion and fear he'd heard for the past two weeks…had it really only been two weeks? Well…it didn't matter how long it had been, now.

Dean was back.

His Dean.

Sam let out a half laugh, half cry and smiled at his brother. "Dean. Oh…god."

"I remember Sammy."

Sam could feel tears in his eyes, and nodded in response.

"It's been almost two years."

"I know…it doesn't matter anymore. You remember, Dean! You remember."

"Yes, isn't that grand?" Sam heard an all too familiar click behind him, and turned to see the barrel of a gun "Too bad neither of you will be alive long enough to…cherish those memories."

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"John, I told you to take a left!"

"I heard you the first fucking time, Mary!"

"Don't you dare yell at me, John Winchester!"

"Well, I wouldn't be yelling if you would stop repeating yourself 20 times, when we haven't even reached the fucking turn yet!"

"Don't you use that language with me! Remember who you're talking to! I'm your wife!"

John sighed "I know, honey. I'm sorry it's just…"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry too." Mary said, sighing also. "Let's just find the boys. And everything'll be fine."

"Here, there's Acadia St." John made a quick left turn and screeched the classic car to a halt at the sight before him.

There, his eldest sat against the street sign, his youngest kneeling protectively in front of him, with that—that… scumbag standing in front of them.

A gun in his hand.

Mary let out a gasp and threw her car door open. John quickly grabbed his shotgun, although he knew it wouldn't do much, and got out too.

"Get away from my sons!" Mary barked, no longer begging, but commanding.

The Demon turned to the parents and grinned. "John, Mary! How nice to see you again!"

"Cut the bull shit and back away from them." John said, pointing the shotgun at him.

The demon laughed "That didn't exactly work the first time, Johnny boy."

"I said back-away-from-my-sons." He said slowly

"You're not gonna shoot us." Dean said suddenly, standing. Everyone watched as the eldest Winchester walked past Sam and up to the Demon.

The Demon laughed "Oh, I'm not, am I?"

"Nope."

"And why is that?"

"You took that gun from Sam's waist-band when we first got there, didn't you? I recognize it, so don't bother lying."

"So what if I did?"

"There aren't any bullets in that gun."

The Demon got a confused look on his face and pulled the barrel out to check the bullets.

Dean his chance and quickly knocked the clip from the Demon's hands, grabbing the gun and chucking it in his mother's direction. All while using his free hand to elbow the Demon in the face.

The Demon swung, connecting with Dean's jaw. Dean stumbled back and went for another swing but the Demon threw his hand out, Dean flew back into Sam.

"Enough!" the Demon barked. His eyes flared and he growled "Soon, Winchesters."

And he was gone.

"You ok Dean?" Sam asked as Dean rolled off of him

"Peachy." Dean said sarcastically as the two brother's sat up.

Sam grinned, yeah. Dean was definitely back.

"Are you boys all right??" John and Mary asked in unison as they rushed to their sons.

"If by all right you mean 'Dean, you're jaw is swelling' then I'm gonna say, yea. No shit."

Mary looked confused for a moment before looking at Sam, hope exploding like fireworks in her eyes. Sam nodded.

"Oh, DEAN!" Mary cried, throwing her arms around her eldest son "You're back!" Mary actually started to cry. "Oh, my baby. Dean, Dean, Dean…" She cried into her son's shoulder

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, mom." He promised. Mary pulled back, sniffed, and smiled at Dean

"We really missed you, Dean."

Dean nodded "I missed you guys too, but…" He stood, pulling his mother up with him, and walked over to the impala "I missed my baby most of all." He bent over, running his hand over the hood "I'm never gonna let those lunatics drive you again. I'm not leaving you again."

Sam burst out laughing, then John and Mary and then Dean joined too.

Things were definitely back to normal.

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The End -- Epilog

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Dean curled up under the large, silky, red quilt of the hotel they were currently staying at. Now, normally they never stayed in anywhere in the zip code of nice but after their encounter with the demon 3 days ago they'd been treating Dean like glass. Although that annoyed the hell out of him he sure as hell wasn't complaining with it came to their beds.

I mean, king sized beds??! And not having to share them! And none of them had blood and semen stains on them? Jeez, it was heaven.

They only rented one room and there were 4 beds, although they were only using three of them (John and Mary shared, of course).

Dean sighed in contentment and snuggled closer into the big, fluffy pillow. Although the quilt was covering his face, out of a crack he could see Sam staring at him, a smile on his baby brother's face.

He knew Sam was thinking something girly like how childlike Dean looked when he slept.

Although, if Dean did say so himself, he was pretty damn cute when he slept. I mean, look how he looked when he was awake!

Grinning at his own thoughts he silently laughed.

Dean had just felt happy the last few days. Although the fact he'd lost a year kind of pissed him off, it didn't really make him mad at the same time.

Yes, he knew that didn't make sense.

But, the past year and a half was really fuzzy for him. He only remembered the few things in his dreams, and the day he was taken. But it was strange, even though he knew he'd been gone for that long he still didn't remember the time in-between. It annoyed him that he couldn't remember, but just being with his family, and back on the road as of tomorrow, just made him happy that the past year and a half didn't bother him.

"I'm glad you're back, Dean." He heard Sam said quietly, before turning off the bedside lamp and curling into his own pillow

'Glad to be back, Sammy. Glad to be back.'

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Well!! What did you think?

Sorry again for taking so long!!

I had so much fun writing this story, so I'd really like to know what you all have to say! So please tell me what you thought!

Thanks for playing along! Later lovelies!

-claire