TW: Rape, non-con, torture, sodomy, self-harm and suicidal tendencies. Please avoid reading if any of this trigger's you.

Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural or any recognizable characters, they belong to their rightful owners

Here it is the next and most likely last installment of my "While You Were Gone" Series (Barring a few One-shots I have in mind). I will warn you right now, I will most likely give slow updates.

Sorry for such a short first chapter.

Sam watched as Crowley disappeared with Kevin, the King of Hell's words repeating in his mind: 'It looks like you are well and truly... on your own.

No, it wasn't true, Sam wasn't alone. He still had his brother he just had to find him and he would find him no matter what. Sam left SucroCorp not caring if he was leaving a mess for civilians to find. It didn't matter to him if they learned about the supernatural or if they came up with their own conclusions for what happened; all that mattered was finding Dean.

Sam got into the Impala and just drove at a random direction not caring if the car was busted up. He would just go as far as the car could take him and have the Impala fixed, (Dean would be pissed that Sam took his Baby to a random guy to have it fixed) since he wasn't a master at fixing the car like Dean was.

Dean, his older brother, his number one rock. Sam would find him and then Dean would make fun of Sam for worrying about him. He didn't care the deals he had to make, he didn't care if he had to sell his soul he would find his older brother one way or the other. Sam felt his soul shattering even as he vowed to find his brother.

Two weeks later

Sam through the book he had been researching across the room, frustrated. He had made it all the way to Rufus' cabin with the busted Impala. Sam had immediately taken it to a mechanic and had it fixed up. Now he was trying to find out what happened to his brother. Unfortunately, Sam couldn't really find out much about Leviathans and the Word of God. At least anything new. Sam felt he was going insane. He was doing everything he could to find out what happened to his brother but it wasn't enough. He had gotten nowhere. Sam let out a scream of frustration.

"Fuck," he yelled and then got up to get a beer; if he had anything stronger he might not stop until he was drunk and that wouldn't be proactive.

Sam thought of what his next move would be. He could try to trap an angel but that was risky. Maybe pray to one and ask them where Dean could be, maybe they can confirm if he was in Heaven. It'd be harder to get him out of Heaven but most likely not impossible.

'Are you that selfish that you would rip Dean out of paradise for yourself?'

Sam gulped, what if Dean was really in Heaven? What if he wanted to stay there? He couldn't help but press on his now healed hand to stay focused, the old habit flaring up. Sam shook his head. No. If he knew Dean he would rather be alive and kicking then spending the rest of eternity reliving his greatest hits…Or maybe Sam was just being selfish.

No, that type of thinking would lead him to insanity, instead, he focused on the idea of summoning an angel. He had all the ingredients for doing it so he knew it wouldn't be hard. The hard part would be getting them to answer his questions. Whether angels were dicks or not they were still celestial beings and part of the good side (good being used loosely here).

He guessed he could summon one and trap them in a ring of holy fire. Yeah, he could definitely do that. Or he could pray and hope that one of them would take pity on the boy with the demon blood and maybe answer his question. Ha, that'll happen, he thought.

Even as he thought it he closed his eyes and gave a general prayer to any angel that was listening; 'please, help me find my brother, I just want to know where he is.'

He opened his eyes and looked around the room, disappointed but not surprised that he hadn't gotten an answer. He sighed, it looked like he had to do more research. He got up and picked up the book he had thrown earlier. As he flipped through the pages he failed to hear the flapping of wings. When he turned around he saw a woman standing before him. He took out his gun and pointed it at the intruder, "Who are you?"

"Sam Winchester, you should know who I am, you did just pray for me."

Sam lowered his gun but didn't put it away, "You're an angel, I didn't think anyone would answer me."

She shrugged, "You put away Lucifer and stopped the Apocalypse. While the higher ups did want to hareld the end of the world most of the lower tier angels didn't. We owe you for saving us all. The least I can do is answer your prayer."

"So, do you know where my brother is," he asked suddenly hopeful while putting his gun away. There was no point in having it out, it would be useless against an angel.

"No, I'm sorry," Sam's hope was quickly dashed just like that, "He isn't in Heaven at all of us have checked and he wasn't there. I wish I had better news but I thought it better that you at least knew the angels know nothing rather than hunting one of my kin down and asking them. Some of my brothers and sisters aren't kind, as you know."

Sam nodded, he wished the angel had brought him different news but now he knew that the angels didn't know either. The angel came closer to Sam.

"Don't give up, Sam Winchester, if there's one thing I know it's that you and Dean always find each other and since he's not in Heaven that means that he's still alive and you two will always find your way."

"Thank you," Sam choked out, emotion making his voice break.

The angel smiled, "You're more than welcome."

Sam looked at the empty space that had just had an angel. He smiled and renewed his research. He was going to find Dean one way or another.