A/N: Happy Valentine's Day as my gift to you I am posting a new story. Thank you for deciding to come along on the journey. At the beginning each chapter will be about one brother only until after chapter 12. We learn each brother's story and what it takes to bring them back together. I hope you will enjoy this AU I created. Review would make my day. NC

Special Note: I would like to thank Clowns or Midgets for her help with part of the chapters, especially at the end. Her insight and feedback made this story so much better. I can't thank her enough for all she did. If you haven't read any of her works, please do they are amazing. One of my favorites that she's posting now is Can't Find My Way Home. It is a great story and worth the read. NC

Disclaimer" I do not own SPN and this is my own creation.

Chapter 1

The months of fighting against the Leviathan were almost over. They were making their last stand to take out the leader in hopes the rest would scatter and be easily taken out. Dean stood in front of the leader of the Leviathan, Dick Roman, tightly gripping the righteous bone that had been coated with the blood of a fallen angel, the blood of the ruler of fallen humanity and the blood of the father of fallen beast. He stabbed Roman in the chest with the bone and waited to see if all their sacrifices was in vain or if the monster would die.

"You didn't think it'd be that easy?" Roman gloated as he pulled the bone from his chest and dropped it to the floor. From the look on his face, Roman thought he had won the battle and could finally destroy his nemesis, Dean Winchester, once and for all.

"I know." Dean said when he sees the first strike didn't work. "We had to catch you off guard." he smirks glancing to the angel standing behind Roman.

Before Roman knew what was happening, Cas grabbed his hair and jerked his head back exposing his neck for Dean. What Roman didn't know was he had a second bone as backup and stabbed him with it through his neck. Something started to happen as Dean and Cas looked on, frozen in place. Roman's body seemed to expand under pressure and the Leviathan inside of him rolled through the body seeking an exit. He looked at Dean and laughed knowing some inside joke they didn't and it would change the lives of all of them in the room.

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Sam and Kevin ran into the room and stared in shock at the scene unfolding in front of them. Time seemed to slow as they watched it play out one frame at a time. He saw Dean stab Roman in the neck and saw the weird changes beginning to happen but doesn't know what to do. Strange waves seem to radiate off Roman and surround Dean and Cas when suddenly the Leviathan's body exploded, throwing black blood and slime outward into the room. Sam quickly covered his face and grabbed Kevin trying to protect them and when he turned back to look where his brother and Cas were standing, he didn't see any one. An eerie silence filled the room. They had disappeared along with Roman's body. He stared in disbelief not sure he was seeing things correctly. He started to step toward the last place his brother had been standing when Kevin broke the silence.

"Sam we should go." Kevin begged urgently.

"What the hell?" Sam cried out unsure his eyes are showing him the truth.

"More chompers any second Sam." Kevin insisted not wanting to be caught there when they came.

"Not to worry." Crowley said from the other side of the room. "I have a small army of demons outside, cut off the head the body will flounder after all. They had one king before sunrise but none at sunset."

"Which is exactly what you wanted." Sam accused him harshly.

"So did you." Crowley surmised. "Without a master blend the levis are just another monster. Hard to stop sure, but you do love a challenge. Your job is to keep them from organizing again."

"Where's Dean?" Sam asked with trepidation.

"That bone has a bit of kick, God weapons often do; should put a warning on the box." Crowley shrugged not really answering his question.

"Where are they Crowley?" Sam growled out as fiercely as he could.

"Can't help you Sam." he replied snapping his fingers. Two demons appeared behind Sam and grabbed Kevin. "Sorry Sam the prophet's mine. You got what you wanted, Dick's dead, saved the world. So I want one little prophet in return. Sorry Moose; wish I could help. You certainly got a lot on your plate right now. Looks like you are well and truly on your own." he stated before disappearing along with Kevin to leave Sam standing alone in the room.

Sam looked around the room as what Crowley said started to sink in. He was alone, his father was dead, Bobby was dead, Dean and Cas were god knows where or dead and Crowley had Kevin. There was no one he could turn to now; no one to help him continue the fight. His mind was on overload now and he didn't know where to turn. Sam raked his fingers through his hair as he slowly turned a full circle not knowing what he should do.

"Dean..." Sam moaned in agony as tears filled his eyes. He caught the sob that threatened to escape and stumbled from the room toward the front doors. He almost fell from the building but caught himself just before he went down. He saw the Impala crashed into the company sign and a body lying nearby and realized it was Meg. Even she was gone now. He made it to the Impala and was in luck the keys were still in the ignition and he hoped she would run. Sam fell inside and shut the door, cranking her and pulling away. He has no idea where he'd go or what he was going to do now. Everything that just happened is a blur to him and he can't think beyond keeping the car on the road. He's in shock and barely holding it together. Sam headed out of town wanting to get as far away from this place as he can. He's on autopilot as he picked up the main road and headed south-west.

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Three hours later, Sam pulled into a non-descript motel and stopped knowing he couldn't drive further. The adrenaline rush is gone and he's running on empty. He got out and went in to get a room. With key in hand, he headed back to the Impala and moved her around to the back of the motel and parked in front of the room. After getting his bags from the back, Sam opened the door and stepped in and stopped. He stared at the two queen size beds not realizing that is what he asked for. The door silently closed behind him and he finally moved into the room. Not able to hold in the flood of emotions any longer, Sam collapsed on the bed that would have been Dean's and buried his head into a pillow as he screamed his pain and loss and hopelessness into it. He muffled his wailing until he was hoarse and out of breath. After that, Sam laid there and sobbed quietly until exhaustion pulled him under into a restless sleep where he relived the nightmare over and over.

Sam woke with a scream caught in his throat and he bit it back as he lay there panting and realizing it wasn't a dream. All of it had happened. He was drenched in sweat, but at the same time felt shivers running through his body. Dean and Cas were gone. He didn't know if they were alive or dead and that just made it that harder to cope with. He had no idea where to even start looking or even how to find them. Kevin was kidnapped and probably being tortured by Crowley. He dropped back on his pillow and curled back up pulling covers over his cold body. He was still in the same clothes that he had worn the day before but he didn't have the strength to get up and change. He didn't have the strength to even get out of bed or stop the tears from dripping from his eyes that he squeezed shut trying to block the memories of the day before. He was lost...He had no direction in which to go...He was alone...Really alone, for the first time in his life and wasn't dealing with it very well. The rest of the night passed by with Sam going in and out of levels of sleep that didn't give him any rest.

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Morning light streamed around the curtains of the motel room and woke a bleary eyed Sam from his fitful sleep. He forced himself to disengage his weary body from the covers and stumbled to the bathroom needing very badly to relieve himself. Once he was done, he leaned against the sink and raised his eyes to look at the reflection in the mirror. Who stared back at him was a face he didn't recognize. The reflection was gaunt and pale; the eyes red rimmed and bloodshot and the mouth pinched and drawn downward. He let his gaze drop, not able to look at his own reflection any longer. His shoulders were slumped and his body drawn in on itself as he shuffled back into the other room and dropped to the bed. He rested his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands trying to pull himself together to function. Instead, he crawled back up on the bed and curled into a ball pulling the covers up over his face to block out the day. Sam wasn't ready to face what was ahead of him yet. He needed to mourn, to allow himself to grieve his losses before being able to move forward. He couldn't think, much less make any reasonable and logical decisions on what to do. Sam lay there trying to control the trembling that ran up and down his body. The room was hot and the air was stale, but there was a coldness that had seeped down into his bones and he couldn't seem to generate enough body heat to dispel it. He buried deeper under the covers hoping for some comfort, but couldn't find any. Sleep overcame him sending him back into his own hell once again.

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Night had once again claimed the land before Sam shook himself awake and looked out into the dimly lit room. He knew he wasn't doing himself any good staying in bed so with weakened arms he pushed himself up to a sitting position on the side of the bed. Once the dizziness cleared, Sam moved on rubbery legs toward the bathroom. He reached in and turned on the water in the shower letting it warm as he stripped off his smelly clothes and dropped them to the floor. Sam adjusted the water as hot as he could stand it before stepping under the spray, sucking in a quick breath from the heat. He stood there with his hands pressed again the wall and let the water beat on him for a few minutes before taking his shampoo to wash his hair. Once it felt clean, he soaped his body down to wash the last few days of sweat and grim from it. He wished he could as easily wash away his grief and feeling of helplessness and despair.

Sam turned the water off and grabbed a towel to dry himself and towel dried his hair. He wrapped it around his hips and walked into the other room to dig out some clean clothes to wear. He dressed and packed up his bag so he could leave. His decision was clear; he had to move on to what, he didn't know, but he couldn't stay here. Sam had let himself mourn and grieve, and now he had to find some place away from everything that reminded him of what was lost to him now. Before leaving, Sam took all his fake ids and burned them and destroyed all his cell phones. He had to disappear and leave everything behind and that meant leaving his past in the flames rising from the sink.