Exile On Main St.

I woke, bleary eyed to a dark room. When my vision cleared, I saw Sam sitting across the room. I shot up, looking around the worn room in what I presumed was an abandoned house. 

"Hey, Dean." Sam greeted, chuckling. He stood. "I was expecting, uh, I don't know, a hug, some holy water in the face, something."

"So I'm dead?" I asked. 

Sam laughed. 

"This is heaven? Where's Si? Yellow Eyes killed me and--?" 

"Yellow Eyes?" Sam cut me off. "That's what you saw?"

"Saw?" I repeated.

"You were poisoned." Sam stated. "So whatever kind of crazy crap you think you've been seeing, it's not real."

"So then are you real? Or am I still--?"

"I'm real." Sam said. "Um--Here. Let me save you the trouble." He pulled out a silver knife. When he sliced into his arm, nothing. The cut open a salt filled bullet. No reaction to the salt he poured into holy water either. He drank it. "All me. That's nasty."

I stood. "Sammy?"

"Yeah, it's me." Sam nodded his head. 

I moved closer, pulling him into my arms. Suddenly, I pulled away. "Wait a minute, wait a minute. You were gone. I mean, that was it. How the hell did you--?"

"I don't know." Sam admitted. 

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I mean, no idea. I'm just back." Sam shrugged. 

"Well, was it God? Or Cas? Does Cas know anything about it?" 

"You tell me. I've been calling. Cas hasn't answered my prayers. I don't know where he is." Sam explained. "I mean, I was down there. And then next minute, it's raining and I'm lying in that field, alone. It's kind of hard to go looking for whatever saved you when you got no leads but I looked. Believe me, I looked. For weeks."

"Wait, weeks?" I asked. "How long have you been back? How long have you been back, Sammy?"

"About a year." He admitted. 

"About a year?"

"Dean--"

"You've been back practically this whole time?" I asked. "What did you lose the ability to send a freaking text message?"

"You finally had what you wanted, Dean."

"No. I wanted my brother, alive. I wanted that life with Saige."

"You wanted a family. For a long time. Maybe the whole time. I know you."

"I wanted a family with Saige." I corrected. 

"You had something, you were building something. Had I shown up, Dean, you would've just run off." Sam said. I turned around, running a hand over my jaw. "I'm sorry. But it felt like after everything, you deserved some regular life."

"What have you been doing?" I looked at him.

"Hunting." Sam said. "But before we get into that....I found something for you. Very recently."

"What?" I asked

Sam pulled open the door. "He's awake."

Saige walked in the room, clad in jeans and a long-sleeve shirt.

She stood before me with hair darker than it had been, eyes slightly clouded, almost distant. She smiled though. She always smiled. But there was something different. I could see it in the way she held herself. I could feel it around her like an aura. "Si...?" My voice died off, unbelieving that she was here, in front of me.

"Been a while, huh, Dean-O?" She asked.

I stride forward, all coherent thoughts dying as I quickly pulled her into my arms. She tensed for a moment, seeming taken aback as I hugged her close to me. Hesitantly, her arms snaked around my shoulders. I brought a hand up to cup the back of her head, shutting my eyes and taking a deep breath. Lavender and coconut....and whiskey? "I've missed you so much." I whispered.

Saige pulled back then, shaking me off as if she didn't believe me.

Then the door creaked open and a guy walked in. He was around my height, maybe an inch or two shorter. He had blond hair and dark eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Saige asked, looking over at him.

"Here to pick you up." He shrugged, a smirk forming on his face as he looked at me and placed an arm around her shoulder. "Nice to meet you. I'm Thomas."

"Si...can we talk?" I asked. 

"Maybe you should meet Sam's new hunting buddies first." Si suggested. "You can go now, Thomas." She hissed. 

"Nice to meet you, Dean." Thomas gave me a nod. Something in me didn't trust him. Didn't trust him at all. Something was wrong.

"Si, we need to talk." I insisted.

"Not now, Dean." She told me. 

Saige's pov

"Thomas, go, now. Don't screw with him." I hissed, pushing him toward the door.

"Aw, honey, I'm not intimidated. Don't worry." Thomas grabbed my arm, fingers pressing painfully into my skin. "Here." He slipped something into my hand. "It'll help you mellow out."

I hated that I did, but I slipped it into my pocket. "Goodbye."

I turned and walked back inside. My eyes landed on Dean again, and, wow, has it been too long. He looked good. A blue shirt over a gray tee, tucked into his jeans, a day-old stubble on his jaw. He looked really, really good.

I shook away those thoughts. He doesn't want you anymore.

His eyes landed on me. You okay?

I nodded my head. 

Lie.

"Hey." Gwen held out her hand to him. She had dark hair and eyes. Kind of uppity but what do I know?

"Hi." Dean replied, hesitant.

"My God, you have delicate features for a hunter." Gwen remarked.

I rolled my eyes, leaning against the wall. 

"Excuse me?" Dean asked.

"Dean, Gwen Campbell." Sam introduced. 

"Good to finally meet you. Sam's gone on and on." Gwen smiled at him. 

Oh, so she can be nice to people. Must be me that's special enough to get the cold shoulder. 

"And this is Christian." Sam pointed to the guy across the room with slicked back hair and a leather jacket. "And Mark. Campbell." He pointed to the quiet guy on the couch. 

"Hi." Dean said, shaking Christan's hand. "Cam--Campbell, like--"

"Like your mom." Christian confirmed.

"Third cousin, third cousin--" Sam pointed to Gwen and Christian. "Something, something, twice removed.  They grew up in the life." He pointed to Mark. "Like mom. Like Saige and us."

"I thought all of Mom's relatives were gone." Dean looked at his brother. "I'm sorry, it's just, you know, why didn't we know about any of you?"

"Don't worry. You didn't miss much." I whispered as I walked past him. "I've known 'em for about two days and found out they're dicks." 

"Because they didn't know about you." A new voice said.

Samuel. The biggest asshole of all.

Dean looked over at his grandfather.

"Not until I brought you all together." The bald man walked into the room.

"Samuel." Dean said.

"Come here." The older man pulled him into a hug, giving me a glare behind his back.

I made my way to the door, needing fresh air. I stepped outside, pulling the bottle from my pocket. 

Damn you, Thomas. Damn you.

I opened the orange bottle, dumping a couple of pills into my hand. Three, four, five, six. I downed them along with half a bottle of water. 

I slid down the wall, sitting on the ground. I need to stop. I want to stop. 

I shove the bottle back into my pocket. 

I turned my thoughts to the current monster problem at hand. Djinn. Fucked up, not acting normal Djinn, but Djinn nonetheless. They poison people now. One touch and you've got it in your system. Then you hallucinate until you OD. 

Over-dose. 

Those words made a shiver run up my spine. 

Samuel had a cure for the Djinn poison. It saved Sam's ass, then mine, then Dean's. 

The door swung open.

"You and me, we're talking." Dean said.

I stood, scoffing. "Since when?" I asked.

Dean looked at me like he didn't know. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" I asked. "You lied to me, that's what. Then you don't even have the balls to tell me to my face. You could've at least given me a heads up. No. Not even that. I wrote you a letter and not a single reply--"

"You wrote me a letter?" Dean asked.

I dropped my tense shoulders. "You didn't get it?"

"No. Si, I never got a letter."

"Dean, I wrote fifty." I stated. "I had to go behind you back to see Evie. I couldn't even get to the rest of them. I wrote another letter after a while about how if you didn't want me anymore, fine. At least let me see my kids. But nothing. No reply." 

"Si, I promise you, I never got them." Dean said. "You know that if I got a letter saying you were alive, I would've went with you....How long have you been back?"

"A year." I admitted.

Dean's features hardened. "A year? A whole fucking year and you didn't say anything?"

"I did. I wrote and you didn't reply!" I quipped. 

"Well, you didn't try anything else?"

"I called. You didn't answer." I said. "You...You ignored me."

"Don't you dare pin this on me." Dean said, stepping closer. "You know damn well if you had knocked on that door, I would've walked out with you."

"Would you?" I asked. 

"YES!" Dean yelled. "I would have! Si, I was nothing without you! The only reason I went to Lisa is because Sam was right. I can't take care of our kids on my own. Without you...Who knows what could've happened. I was lost and broken and had nowhere to turn. But I tried everything I could to get you back. All you had to do was show up. If you had, you and me could've had our normal life together. The one you always wanted."

"So it's my fault?" I asked, shaking my head. 

"No...we were both stupid." Dean sighed. "But right now I have to keep the Djinn from killing my kids, Ben and Lisa, we'll figure this out after that."

"This isn't over." I told him.

"I know it isn't." 

_____

I walked into the dim house with Sam at my side. This stupid house I had watched a few times. This stupid house I left letters at only to be ignored. 

Ben turned to move down the hall. He stopped once spotting Sam and I. "Um..."

Lisa's eyes fell on Sam first. "Oh, my god." She mumbled. Then there was me. Her eyes hardened into a glare. "Saige."

"Nice house, Lisa." I complimented. 

Kill her with kindness and not a knife.

Another door swung open in the distance. "Yo, Winchester, your dog and so-called children are here!"

Millie.

"Daddy!" Evie ran in first. Dean caught her in his arms. 

"Hey, honey." He greeted. 

"Saige!" Millie ran for me, tackling me into a hug. "King Size, I don't believe it, is that you?"

"It's me." Sam chuckled. 

Millie gave me a squeeze before moving to hug him.

Evie looked over at me, tears glistening in her eyes. "Mama?"

"Hey, Evie." I knelt down as she ran to hug me. "I've missed you."

"I missed you too." Evie whispered. 

I spotted a stroller and a boy peaking around it. Wyatt. 

"Hey, Wyatt, come here." I waved him over.

He looked at me as if trying to place who I was. "Mama?" He whispered. 

"Robbie, it's Mom." Evie nodded her head. 

"Mommy!" Wyatt ran for me.