Summary: It had been three weeks since the day that the deal came true and Dean was sent to hell. Now Sam Winchester finds himself in another world where Dean is alive and they know their grandfather, Frank. Follow on from 'that's my boy'.

Sam sat alone in the spare room behind the garage a Bobby's, remembering all the times that he found Dean out here helping Bobby out. A solitary tear fell down his cheek.

Meanwhile in another world, Sam Dean John and Bobby were all sitting around the dinner table eating a pizza, Sam laughed out loud at something that Dean said causing Dean to get a smug eating grin on his face, when Dean's phone rang. "Hello." he said into the receiver. "Hey Grandpa. What's up?" Dean's face remained expressionless for a couple of minutes while Sam and John and Bobby looked on curiously. When he put the phone down he looked up and was shocked by all three faces staring expectantly at him "What?" He muttered his defences up.

"What did Frank want?" Bobby asked curiously.

"He thinks that he has got a lead for a job for us. Back in Lawrence there have been these weird fogs lately and if you get caught in one you disappear for a few days, and when you return you are completely psycho."

"What do you mean psycho?"

"I mean stabbing your partners multiple times with kitchen appliances screaming that they aren't real and you want to go home."

"Oh." Sam replied grimacing.

"So when are we leaving?" Bobby asked surprising everyone.

"What you didn't think that I would let you have all the fun did you."

And so they left embarking on the journey of their life.

When they arrived they were met by an ecstatic Frank, who practically bowled them over when he flew out the door to meet them.

To say that it was a bit of a shock would be an understatement. Although Dean had a smile on his face in greeting, it melted their hearts. They didn't have long to bask in the thought of it though. A fog was beginning to creep up on them.