Note: Hope you guys remember this scene - the one where Sam left Amelia in Texas. I wanted to start from the very beginning and do one in Sam's POV for the first time ever so we can kind of see where everyone's at now that Dean is 'dead'. Long chapter ahead too so yeah, beware! lol. I hope y'all like it! ^_^

Episode: Season 8 - We Need to Talk About Kevin Pt. 2

Sam's POV: 

It was pitch-black in the sleepy little Texas town, the only sounds to be heard the chirping of crickets outside the window and the soft breaths of the woman beside him on the other side of the bed. A quiet sigh escaped from between my lips as I continued packing my things. But as I put away the last article of clothing, my hazel brown eyes landed on her lone figure. Her hair cascaded in waves down her back, fanning out around her on the light blue pillowcase. Moonlight streaming through the blinds left little dapples of light across the blanket as well as her skin and even though her eyes were closed, I could still see the perfect shade of them. It made my heart clench in my chest.

She was everything I never knew I wanted. I hated leaving her - even if only for a short time. But I knew I had a promise to keep - to Bobby, to Dean, to Parker. To look after the old cabin, at least. I'd checked on it a few months back but it was time again, just to make sure no one had broken in. With one last glance at her sleeping form, I bit my lip, hoisting the pack off the bed to grasp it in my hand.

I loved her - that I knew and believed I always would. We both had lost so much and somehow...it had drawn us together. It was hard to believe but through that, we'd found happiness, safety, security. In each other. I shook the thoughts loose then as I made my way through the small house and out to the sleek, black '67 Chevy Impala in the driveway. Starting up Baby's engine, the familiar sound bringing back a wave of memories, I tore down the road - headed to Whitefish, Montana. And away from the woman who had changed my life so completely.

It took a few days but finally, I'd made it there. The cabin looked the same as it always had - busted boards, rusty nails, pretty much a shack more than a cabin. But as the door swung open and the stale air hit me in the face, memories came back. Of me, Dean, and Parker being here with Bobby. Even Cas and Meg had stayed here briefly. But they were all gone now.

Meg was who knows where and Cas and Dean were...were gone. At least I knew Parker was okay. A slight sigh escaped my mouth as I stepped inside, letting the door swing closed behind me. But before I knew what was happening, I was being pushed to the floor. My cheek hit the wooden floorboards and pain sliced through my cheekbone, making me groan. Turning over, my gaze finally met those of my attacker who was pinning me to the ground. But when I did, I felt my stomach drop, my mouth going dry in shock just as he spritzed me in the face with holy water.

"Dean?! What the - I'm not a demon!" I protested, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as strands of my now-wet brown hair clung to my skin.

The currently empty bottle made a sound as it hit the floor and then I was being pelted with a white powder I could only assume was Borax, "Or a Leviathan. What-"

With a hard expression plastered to his face, he quickly grabbed my arm and began to slice the skin with a knife. I groaned in pain as the crimson blood trickled down my forearm before he finally released me, putting pressure on the wound.

"Or a shifter," my older brother finished for me as he caught my gaze, "Good. My turn,"

He got up off me then and proceeded to hold out the bottles of holy water and Borax to me, "Come on. Let's go,"

"I don't need to. I know it's you," I said, arching my eyebrows for emphasis.

Dean groaned in frustration, "Sammy!"

He poured the entire bottle of holy water on him, soaking his shirt as he'd done mine before emptying the contents of the Borax bottle all over his clothes as well. He held out the knife to me then but I still refused so he cut into his skin himself, letting the blood trickle down his skin as it had mine.

"Alright, well..." he started and for the first time, he began to smile as he wrapped an old bandanna around the wound, "Let's do this,"

Taking in the sight of my big brother, I shook my head. He looked worse for wear but thank goodness, still in once piece.

"I don't know whether to give you a hug or take a shower," I admitted, cracking a grin.

Dean chuckled at me before opening his arms, "Come here,"

My body collided into his in a tight hug, pulling my brother close. It had been too long since he'd been gone. But I couldn't help the thoughts swirling in my mind: how he was he alive right now? How was this even possible? Parker and I had seen him disappear after touching Dick Roman. It just wasn't logical... Wait, Parker...

"Dude. You-you're alive!" I said once we'd parted, running my hands over my face briefly in both confusion and shock, "I mean, what happened?"

"Well, I guess standing too close to exploding Dick Roman sends your behind straight to Purgatory," Dean told me solemnly.

My eyebrows hit my hairline, "You were in Purgatory? For the whole year?"

Dean nodded slowly, "Yeah, time flies when you're running for your life,"

"Well, how'd you get out?" I asked, still unable to shake the shock of him really being here, standing in front of me.

"I guess whoever built that box didn't want me in there any more than I did,"

"What does that mean?"

"I'm here, okay?"

"What about Cas? Was he there?"

I knew something was wrong from the moment the words slipped from my mouth. Dean turned his back to me, form going rigid as it always did when he had to talk about things he didn't want to. It was one of his habits I'd picked up on many, many years ago.

"Yeah, Cas didn't make it," he said quietly in response.

"What exactly does that mean?" I asked him in confusion.

Dean was silent a moment before speaking again, "Something happened to him down there. Things got pretty hairy towards the end, and he just let go,"

"So Cas is dead? You saw him die?"

"I saw enough,"

"So, then what, you're not sure?"

He turned back to face me then, clearly done with the conversation, "I said I saw enough, Sam,"

"Right... Dean, I'm sorry," I apologized and he nodded.

"Me too," he admitted, a far away look in his eyes before he snapped out of it and walked over to the fridge to grab a beer, "So you - I-I-I can't believe you're actually here. You know that, uh, half of your numbers are out of service? Felt like I was leaving messages in the wind,"

"Yeah, I-I-I didn't get your messages," I told him, swallowing down the lump that had formed in my throat as I glanced down at him, now sitting at the table.

"How come?"

"Probably because I ditched the phones,"

"Because?"

"I guess, um, I guess something happened to me this year, too..." I confessed and he looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue so I did, "I don't hunt anymore,"

Dean started to laugh but stopped immediately when my expression didn't change, "You quit?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I - you were gone. Dean, Cas was gone, Bobby was dead. I mean, Crowley even shipped off Kevin and Meg to parts unknown. Not to mention Parker was 2 months-" I started to list off the reasons when he interrupted me.

"So you just turned tail on the family business," he cut me off, eyes hardening with the accusation lingering between us.

"Nothing says "family" quite like the whole family being dead," I retorted.

"I wasn't dead," Dean said seriously with a shake of his head as he got up from the table to walk around me, "In fact, I was killing monsters, which, I thought, is what we actually do,"

"Yes, Dean. And far as I knew, what we do is the thing that got every single member of my family killed. I had no one - no one except Parker. And apart from her, for the first time in my life, I was completely alone. And, honestly, I didn't exactly have a road-map. So, yeah, I-I fixed up the Impala, and we just drove,"

"After you looked for me. Did you look for me, Sam?"

I went silent then, feeling guilt start to eat at me as I felt his hard green-eyed gaze bore through me.

"Good. That's good. Now, we-we always told each other not to look for each other. That's smart. Good for you. Of course, we always ignored that because of our deep, abiding love for each another, but not this time, right, Sammy?" he said and I could hear the edge to his voice on the last words, making me feel that much more ashamed of myself, in more ways than one.

"Look, I'm still the same guy, Dean-" I started to say but he cut me off once more.

"Well, bully for you," he said, faking a brief smile before it fell, his gaze hardening again, "I'm not,"

"I should have looked for you, okay? I should have and I know that but I was a little too busy taking care of your pregnant girlfriend to worry about hunting," I shot back, feeling hurt that he'd say that.

Dean said nothing for a long time, a thousand different emotions flitting in his eyes before finally, he spoke, "Parker? Is-...is she-"

"She's fine, Dean...your daughter, too," I told him softly, tucking strands of shaggy brown hair behind my ear.

He took in a breath, taken aback as he sat down in the chair at the table once more. His green eyes were wide and I almost thought I saw tears there, "I-I have a daughter? It was a girl?"

I nodded, taking a seat on the kitchen counter across from him.

"She's a little over a year old now," I informed him, watching his face change from shock to joy in a matter of moments, "They live in Texas. I stayed there for a while not far from their house, watching over them. She's beautiful you know - your kid. I'm not even being biased 'cause I'm her uncle."

Dean said nothing at my attempt at humor, trying to gather his thoughts. Silence reigned between us as he walked back and forth through the rooms of the cabin as I watched from my perch in the kitchen, cleaning himself up a bit from his time in Purgatory. I felt like dirt - like nothing-even-mattered-at-all dirt. I was too wrapped up in finding myself again, in grieving that I never stopped to think he would be alive, that he would be waiting on me to come find him. Suddenly, I heard him exit the bathroom and upon glancing up, met his clean-shaven face. My eyes traveled to the pack he had dangling from his fingertips before meeting his gaze as the next words left his mouth.

"Let's go meet my daughter."