Warning- If you are not a bi-bro fan, turn back now. This story is not for you. This one has a happy ending with the brotherly bond firmly back in place. Neither brother is going to walk out on the other and refuse to forgive him. Both brothers have done things they shouldn't have. (even though they did them for what they thought were the right reasons.) Neither one is all innocent or all guilty. And neither one is solely responsible for starting the Apocalypse. It took the breaking of 66 seals to do that.(not one) Of those, Sam broke one and Dean broke one. And before my inbox gets inundated with PM's telling me Dean didn't know he was breaking a seal, I know he didn't. But neither did Sam. Dean, Sam, and Bobby all thought killing Lilith would stop the Apocalypse not be the last seal to break.

One last remark- Any flames will be given all the consideration they deserve, i.e. they will be immediately trashed.

Previously on Supernatural- Dean brushed the stray bangs out of his brother's face before standing and dropping back into the chair he'd been in for the past day and a half. "Sleep well kiddo" he whispered.


A soft moan drew Ellen's eyes to the bed in the middle of the room. Seeing Sam's eye lids begin to flutter, she set down her knitting and crept over to the ill man. "Hey Sweetie" she whispered. "How are you feeling?"

Sam gave the bar owner a slight smile. "Better" he croaked.

Ellen raised an eyebrow. "I might buy that if you didn't sound like you gargled with ground glass." She huffed. She handed her patient a bottled water. "Drink."

Sam took a couple of small sips, sighing as the cool water soothed his throat. "Thanks" he said, passing the plastic bottle back.

"You're welcome" Ellen replied. She set the water on the coffee table and then turned back to the littlest Winchester. "Now, let's try this again; with the truth this time. How are you feeling, Sam?"

"I really do feel better." Sam honestly told her. "My throat's still a little sore and I have a bit of a headache. But it's not pounding like it was before. And I don't feel like I'm on fire anymore."

"Good" Ellen said before delivering a hard swat to the young man's behind.

"OW! Ellen!" Sam hollered, gawking at the woman as he attempted to reach around and rub his stinging backside.

"Don't you ow Ellen me!" the former Roadhouse owner scolded. "Do you have any idea how upset I've been; we've all been?! Do you?!"

Sam hung his head in shame. "I know and I'm…"

"Don't you dare say sorry." Ellen broke in, shaking a finger at the young man. "Sorry isn't going to cut it."

Sam nodded. "I, I understand." He quietly voiced.

Noticing the young man beginning to draw into himself, Ellen sighed knowing the boy had come to the wrong conclusion. "Sam honey" she called in her most motherly tone. "I didn't mean we wouldn't get past this. We will. It's just going to take time."

Sam's head snapped up. "You mean it?" he asked, the hope clear in his voice.

"Of course Sweetie" Ellen answered with a smile. "In fact Bobby, Josh, Rufus, and I were all discussing what should be done last night. And we all decided that you have some making up to do once you're better."

"I'll do anything." Sam said, returning the woman's smile with a dimpled one of his own.

"Good because we each came up with our own punishment for you." Ellen related. "Bobby's is for you to organize all his books, papers, and other info on the supernatural. Rufus said to tell you that you owe him the biggest and best bottle of scotch. And that you have to earn the money for it yourself. And then there's Josh. He decided that you are going to be his partner for a month's worth of hospital visits." She snickered at the look of horror on the young man's face. "Relax Sam. He promised not to wear the clown get up. You two will be magicians instead."

Sam cocked his head to one side. "What about you?" he asked.

"I haven't decided yet." Ellen replied with a smirk.

"Uh oh little brother! You're in trouble now." Dean teased as he walked into the room. "She's got that evil look in her eyes."

"Stop it." Ellen playfully warned, swatting the hunter on the arm.

"Yes ma'am" Dean shot back, flashing her his trademark grin. "I wouldn't want you turning that look on me." Taking a seat on the side of the bed, he turned his attention to his sibling. "Feeling better, Sammy?"

Sam smiled up at his brother. "Yeah, I am." He honestly answered.

"Good then we can finish our talk." Dean said.

Knowing the boys needed privacy, Ellen quietly crept out of the room.

Sam watched the woman go before focusing back on his brother. "What, what else do we have to talk about?" he apprehensively asked.

"This" Dean responded, holding out the younger man's cell.

All the color drained out of Sam's face at the sight of the saved message on the screen. That was something he'd hoped would never come up between the two of them because he didn't think he could handle hearing his beloved older brother telling him he meant every word. He couldn't…he just couldn't…

"Sammy, Sammy calm down dude. It's okay." Dean assured his sibling. Seeing that his words weren't having any effect, the young man quickly pulled his brother into a hug. "Sammy, that message, it wasn't me. I did call you that night and I did leave you a message but the angels or the demons one fucked with it. I never said any of those horrible things. What I said was that I shouldn't have said what I did. That I wasn't dad; that we were brothers no matter how bad it gets. And I said that I was sorry." He tightened his hold on his little brother. "All that crap you heard about me being done trying to save you, it wasn't me man. I swear on mom's grave I never said that."

Sam stared up at his brother. "You, you didn't…"

Dean smiled. "No, I didn't. Either Ruby or Zachariah messed with the message to make you think I was done with you."

Tears began streaming down Sam's face. "I, I" he stammered. "I would have…I only went through with killing Lilith because I thought you hated me."

"I know buddy. I know." Dean soothed.

"I, I figured Lilith and I would take each other out and then you wouldn't have to kill me like dad told you." Sam revealed. "I wanted to save you from that."

"What?" Dean questioned. He pulled out of the hug, holding his brother at arms' length. "You were planning on letting Lilith take you out? Why the hell would you do that?"

Sam gave his brother a sad smile. "Without you, I'm nothing" he simply replied.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Dean embraced his sibling once more. "Oh Sammy" he whispered. "What am I gonna do with you, huh?"

Sam smiled; the revelation about the voice mail making him happier than he thought possible. Relaxing into his brother's hug, he snuggled closer to him. Feeling safe and loved, he closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh.

Chuckling, Dean carefully shifted his resting brother to his other side before scooting around until he was leaning against the pillows. He then slid down and settled Sam against his chest. "Sleep well little brother" he whispered.


Bobby wheeled down the hall. He was worried about his boys. They were too quiet and the Winchester brothers were never quiet. Stopping just shy of the entrance to the living room, the salvage yard owner sat and listened. Hearing nothing, he wheeled up to the opening and peered inside. Bobby smiled at the sight of Dean and Sam cuddled together on the bed sound asleep. Backing up his wheelchair, he spun around and started for the kitchen. He needed to get started on supper. His sons would be hungry when they woke up.

Four months later

Dean tossed the last of the bags into the impala's trunk and slammed it shut. Turning, he held out a hand to his mentor. "Thanks for everything, Bobby" he said. "I don't know what we would've done without you."

Bobby grabbed the boy's hand and pulled him into a hug. "You don't have to thank me boy. Family takes care of each other. You know that." He replied, releasing the clearly uncomfortable Dean. The older hunter glanced back at Sam who was saying his goodbyes to Ellen and Josh. "Are you sure you should be leaving? Sam's still none to steady on his feet."

"Sammy'll be fine." Dean assured his father figure. "He still has some problems but it's nothing we can't handle. Besides, he's going stir crazy here. With all the mother and father henning going on he barely has room to breathe."

"And that's not going to happen on the road?" Bobby asked, giving the younger man a pointed look. He snickered at the sheepish expression that came over the boy's face. "That's what I thought."

"I promised him I'd try to tone it down a little." Dean admitted.

Bobby barked out a laugh. "He does know that's never going to happen, right?"

"Yeah, I do." Sam replied as he shuffled up to the two. He smiled down at his second father. "But that's okay. I'm kinda used to it."

"Hey!" Dean good naturedly grumbled, steadying his brother when he stumbled. "I'll have you know I can stop mother henning any time I want to."

"Uh huh riiight" Bobby scoffed with a mischievous grin. "Sure you can."

"Are you doubting me, old man?" Dean asked.

"You caught that, huh? I'm impressed." Bobby tossed back, his grin growing as Sam's laughter rang out. It had been far too long since he'd heard that.

Dean couldn't contain his smile either. His brother's laughter had been a bright spot in his life for as long as he could remember. Still… "So you think that's funny, do you?" he fake growled. "I'll show you funny." Latching onto Sam's arm, Dean pulled him over to him and started mercilessly tickling him. "Still think its funny? Huh? Huh?"

Squealing, Sam squirmed, wiggled, and twisted trying to get away from the offending digits. Getting nowhere, he swiftly changed tactics. He stopped his struggles for a moment and then gave one giant yank. Suddenly free of his brother's grip, Sam staggered back a few steps before falling back and landing on his behind.

Dean immediately went into mother hen mode. "Sammy, you alright? You didn't hurt anything did you?" he worriedly inquired.

Rolling his eyes, Sam sighed. So much for laying off the overprotective routine. "I'm fine Dean." He answered. "I just tripped and fell. No big deal"

Sensing the change in his little brother, Dean set about lightening the mood. "Sorry Sasquatch, I forgot how hard it is for you to stay upright with those giraffe legs of yours."

"Ha ha" Sam deadpanned. "If you're through with your stand-up act, would you mind helping me up." He held up a hand.

"Sure little brother" Dean replied. He took Sam's hand, shrieking as he was suddenly yanked off his feet. He landed on his hands and knees with a thud. "What the he…SAM?!"

Sam took one look at his brother's shocked face and dissolved into laughter.

"Oh, so that's how you wanna play, huh?" Dean said as he picked himself up off the ground.

"May, maybe" Sam answered through his giggles.

"Don't go starting anything you can't finish kiddo." Dean warned.

"I, I won't." Sam promised, wiping his eyes.

"Okay, just remember you started it." Dean agreed. "Now come on. We've gotta hit the road if we're gonna make it to Florida by Friday."

"I'm coming." Sam replied. He crawled over to Bobby and got up on his knees. Leaning over, he gently pulled his father figure into a hug. "Bye Bobby I'm gonna miss you." he said.

Bobby wrapped his arms around the youngster, returning the hug. "You won't have time to miss me, Sam. You and Dean will be back in one month to help with our first holiday feast." He reminded, clapping the boy on the back before releasing him. "Better go now. You know how Dean gets when he has to wait."

Sam snickered. "Yeah" he agreed. Holding onto the armrest of Bobby's wheelchair, he slowly levered himself up. He trudged over to the passenger side of the impala and opened the door. Sam looked back at their hunter family. "Bye guys! Thanks for everything!" he called. "I love you!"

"We love both of you, too!" Ellen shouted back as she waved at the boys.

"Ellen" Dean whined.

"Yes Sweetie Pie" Ellen teased.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." Dean mumbled before dropping onto his beloved car's bench seat. "Come on Sammy! Get a move on! I wanna get out of here before old mother Hubbard there decides she needs to go with us."

Chuckling, Sam gave their friends one last wave and then climbed into the classic Chevy.

Bobby watched as the Black Beauty roared down his driveway. He was gonna miss those boys. The old house just wouldn't be the same without those two idgits.

"You think they'll be okay?" Ellen asked, bringing the salvage owner out of his thoughts.

Bobby smiled. "Yeah" he answered. "Dean and Sam will be just fine."