The demon's eyes blazed and he grinned.

"Like father, like son." Dean's face twitched, but he ignored the comment.

"Where's Sam?" he said quietly yet forcefully.

"Where you last saw him alive," replied the demon. Dean remembered the hotel in Tennessee.

"See you after the reunion," said the demon smirking, and he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. Dean immdietely took up his belongings and went out to the Impala. His heart raced at a constant rate as he drove 30 over along the dark highway towards Tennessee. Dean's mind was astir with many different thoughts. He thought fo the deal he had just made. He though about what Sam's reaction would be to it. He mostly thought about the fact that he would see his beloved brother in just a few hours. This thought was the only one keeping Dean together at the moment. The past two months had been absolute torture for him. Seeing Sam again, if only for a few minutes, would put Dean's tired mind at ease. Hours later, Dean finally reached his destination in Tennessee. He pulled up to the hotel and parked in front of the room where Sam had died. Dean's heart raced as he picked the lock on the hotel room door. It unlocked finally and Dean opened the door quickly, stepping inside. His eyes searched the room until they fell upon a body lying on the floor in front of the heater. Dean ran over and knelt next to Sam.

"Sam!" he shook Sam. "Come on Sammy." He put his face by Sam's, he wasn't breathing. Dean closed his eyes.

"Please, God," he said, almost in a whisper. Dean took hold of Sam's jacket and shook him again, more fiercely and frantically this time.

"Sam!" he yelled. Sam's eyes flew open and he inhaled sharply; he began coughing. Dean helped Sam sit up and waited anxiously for him to speak. Sam looked up, still trying to catch his breathe. His expression went from confused to surprised and back again as he looked at Dean's face.

"Dean?" he said finally and breathlessly. Dean let out a deep breathe of relief. Sam looked around the room, recognizing it from before.

"How? I-what?" Sam stumbled over what to say. Dean shook his head.

"It doesn't matter. Are you ok?" Sam put his hand up to his forehead, half expecting to feel a bullet-hole.

"I'm fine." he said, surprised by his own answer. Dean put his hands under Sam's arms and helped him off the floor.

"Dean, what the hell is going on? I died." Dean just looked at Sam.

"I just want you to know..." he said, after a while. "I couldn't have asked for a better brother than you." Sam looked confused and worried.

"…You've always stood by me, even when I acted a little crazy, you went along with it. Hell you've even saved my a ss a few times," said Dean, smiling. Sam's eyes watered a little, he knew something wasn't right.

"You are scaring me man, what did you do?" Dean kept his gaze on Sam and said nothing.

"Aww, brothers reunited, how touching." Sam looked past Dean to see the yellow-eyed demon. Dean moved his gaze down to the floor. Sam realized that what he had only feared before was now being confirmed. He looked back at Dean, a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Dean, no." Dean looked back up at Sam. Sam firmly put his hands on Dean's shoulders.

"No!" he repeated through clenched teeth. Dean put his hands on Sam's arms.

"It's too late," he said quietly. Sam's chin shook with overwhelming emotion. He blinked a few tears and shook his head.

"Tick tock, Dean," said the demon. Sam glared at the yellow-eyed man.

"It'll be ok," said Dean, looking a little unconvinced of what he just said. Sam gripped Dean's shoulders tightly, unable to speak. Dean patted Sam's arms and slowly turned to face the demon. The demon sneered.

"Are you ready?" it asked. Dean nodded once in compliance. Sam felt powerless as he watched the back of his brother and the demon in front of him.

"Alright," said the demon, and he reached out to take Dean. A mere inch awau from Dean's face, the demon's hand stopped as if being held back by an invisible barrier. It looked confused and tried to reach out again. The yellow-eyed man looked at Dean's face; he was smirking

"Those selfless act of redemption can be a real bitch, huh." With that, Dean pulled out the colt, aimed it straight at the yellow-eyed demon and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the demon in the head and pulsed electricity though it's body. Sam watched wide-eyed as the blue lightening bounced around the shadows of the room. Finally all was quiet, a pile of black ashes lay on the floor. Dean looked down at the pile on the floor for awhile. He turned to face his brother. Sam stood there, looking shocked and surprised. For the first time in a long time, Dean felt the forgotten feeling of peace. He grinned at his brother and twirled the retired Colt on his finger.

"Who'd have thought I'd turn out to be the religious one?" Dean walked over to Sam, waving his hand in front of his face.

"Ya ok there Sammy?" Sam looked at Dean.

"Dean, how did you know that would work." Dean shrugged.

"Giving my life for yours, a selfless act. Figured hey, it might work." Sam raised his eyebrows.

"And if it hadn't?" Dean stopped for a second. He looked up at Sam, smiling.

"Honestly, that thought hadn't occurred to me." Dean clapped Sam's shoulder and turned to walk away. Sam caught Dean's arm and pulled him back, putting his arms around him tightly. Dean was caught way off guard, but returned the hug more gladly than he would have liked to admit. After awhile, Sam finally drew away and put his hands on Dean's shoulders.

"Don't you EVER try to give your life for mine again," he said. Dean looked at Sam, seriously.

"Don't YOU ever give me another opportunity to try." Sam nodded and took his hands off Dean's shoulders.

"Let's get the hell out of here, man," said Dean. "I need a drink like there's no freakin tomorrow." Sam smiled and they both walked out to the Impala. Sam took in a deep breathe of the cool night air and looked around.

"What?" asked Dean. Sam looked across the car at him.

"How long has it been?" Dean clasped his hands on the top of the Impala.

"Two months." Sam looked surprised.

"Two months?" Dean nodded and got into the car. Sam sat in the passengers seat.

"How'd you uh, take that?" he asked quietly. Dean looked at Sam's concerned expression.

"Oh God, no more emo talk tonight. I think we're about to cross the BFF line." Sam laughed and nodded.

"I missed you too, man." Dean looked at Sam more seriously and nodded. He then started up the Impala and pulled out of the parking-lot. Sam smiled as he looked through the box of old cassette tapes that he had once made fun of. He chose a Blue Oyster Cult tape and put it in the player. The music sounded sweeter than anything Sam had ever heard before. He looked over at his brother, Sam couldn't recall the last time Dean looked as happy as he did now, then looked up at the clear, starry sky. Dean looked at Sam, he looked happy for the first time in a long time. Dean smiled to himself as they drove down the dark highway. Both boys still keep up with their job. Saving people, hunting things; the Winchester family business.

The End