As horrible as the situation was, Percy was honestly relieved that it wasn't worse.

But in saying that he really wished that his brother hadn't just collapsed in pain at the mere sight of him. As Percy ran towards the slumped figure of Sam, he couldn't help but panic - You know cause that's a very understandable thing to do in his situation.

What had just happened? Had he triggered whatever this was? He was only a few feet from Sam's body when he skidded to a stop at the sound of a gun being cocked behind him. Percy slowly turned around and let out a breath of air he didn't know he was holding. It was Dean.

But Dean didn't seem overly happy to see him.

"What have you done to my brother you shape-shifting fuck?!" He snarled, tears welling up in his eyes.

Percy scrambled back a few steps, "Woah, woah Dean it's me!", he blurted, arms shooting up into a surrender pose.

Despite not appreciating the gun aimed in between his eyes he could understand Dean's stress. He was, after all, the long lost, presumed dead, younger brother standing next to his unconscious other younger brother. The picture wasn't exactly painted in his favour.

"Yeah right," Dean didn't budge, "the Percy I know wouldn't attack his brother. So you better start talking or I will blow your brains out."

"Dean, I promise, I didn't do this. I only just got here, Sam opened the door and he just collapsed." Percy spoke quickly. "I know how suspicious I look and that everything I say could easily be said by a shapeshifter. And I know you have no reason to believe me, but please do. I am Percy. I am concerned for my brother, our brother so please, please, please believe me."

Not only was his life on the line, but so was Sam's. Dean may be his older brother but he sure was scary. And what's worse, Percy could tell he wasn't convinced. In fact, he looked even angrier - when Percy had mentioned that Sam had collapsed something switched within Dean, Percy could see it in his eyes.

Dean looked so conflicted and Percy couldn't blame him - this was not an enviable situation to be in. Either he shot Percy under the impression that he is an imposter and helped Sam. Or he tried to determine if Percy really was Percy, thus sparing his life, but risking Sam's.

Percy tried to rack his brain for anything and everything he knew about shapeshifters, but he came up blank. Desperate to let Dean help Sam, Percy desperately tried to think of some way to fix their impossible dilemma.

But he didn't have to.

Accompanied with the resounding bang of a gun Percy felt an intense pain shoot through his left arm. Letting the shock overtake him he fell backwards as he watched Dean sprint past him towards the unconscious form of Sammy.

Dean felt like he was in a nightmare. He had always imagined how Percy would return home, but this was not it.

For a start, he thought it would years ago. He thought that perhaps Percy would call and say he was safe and that they should meet at the nearest pie cafe. Or Dean would find Percy as he was coincidentally hunting the same monster as they were on his way to find them. Or at the very worse, Dean thought he might even find himself rescuing Percy from Azazel; and being perfectly honest, Dean didn't think it could get much worse than that.

Yet here he was. And it was so much worse.

The damage he inflicted onto Percy may have only been minor, but Dean was still struggling to wrap his head around what he just did. Despite the dire situation, Dean didn't understand how his adrenaline flooded brain could produce such a violent solution to his predicament. Yes, he was by nature a violent person, and yes, there was a more than likely chance the 'Percy' lookalike was nothing but a foul shapeshifter - but there was still a chance that this man was Percy, his baby brother, his family.

As he began to sprint to where Sam's crumpled body lay, the next thought that ran through his mind was, at the same time, one that he never thought he would have and also the scariest thought to ever cross his mind.

'There's not enough screaming'

Silver burns shapeshifters to the point of pure agony. If Dean had just put a silver bullet through a shapeshifter's arm, the screaming should be heard for miles around. But the air was deathly silent.

Dean had just shot his youngest brother. His Perce.

He heard as Percy stumble backwards and he felt guilt nearly consume him. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He just shot his baby brother in the arm with a silver bullet. Time seemed to move in slow motion. Dean turned his head only to watch in horror as Percy looked down at his arm, his mind fully registering the pain he was in as he fell backwards shock written across his face.

Sliding onto his knees as he reached Sam, he could feel tears stinging the edges of his eyes.

He just shot one of his brothers and he was about to lose his other, "Sam, S-Sam?"

Dean took a deep breath as he looked up and saw the unnerving parallel between his two brothers both lying on the floor. Collecting his thoughts and trying to clear his head, Dean checked Sam's pulse and was horrified when he felt nothing.

"Sammy! Come on, come on." Dean's voice grew louder as he shook Sam by his jacket collar.

"Come on, dammit," Dean growled, desperate for Same to start breathing again. He couldn't lose both brothers in one night. However, his onsetting panic was quickly resolved as Sam's eyes fluttered open and he inhaled deeply.

"Hey, hey, hey. You with me?" Dean questioned, watching as his brother took in his surroundings seemingly confused about where he was.

Nodding his heading, Sam reassured Dean that he was fine and the knot that had gathered in his stomach loosened a bit - And although he was relieved that Sam was still with him, he now had to make sure Percy was too.

As though he had read Dean's mind, Sam groaned as he sat up quickly and scanned his surroundings trying to find the location of his youngest brother. Dean shuffled back slightly allowing Same to get a good view of where Percy was lying a few seconds ago.

Gasping slightly, Sam jumped up and ran towards Percy. Dean turned his head to see how Perce was doing, impressed to see that he had already sat up and wrapped his arm up with a bit of his bright orange top that he had ripped off. However, seeing this made Dean feel even worse; it was after all entirely his fault that Percy even had a bullet wound.

Too ashamed to even stand up, Dean watched as Sam ran towards his baby brother. Percy saw Sam coming and stood up as well, opening his arms as the two embraced in a bear hug. Getting up off the floor slowly, Dean couldn't help but get emotional as he watched his brothers reunited, their hug so tight that Percy was mumbling into Sam's chest as he still stood a good 5 inches taller than Perce.

After a while, Sam took a step back and for the first time noticed the bandage on Percy's arm and, judging by the amount of fresh blood coating the fabric, Sam could easily tell that the wound was fresh. A new wave of dread overcame Dean as he watched Sam tenderly grab Percy's arm and continue to ask how the injury happened. Reading Percy's lip, Dean saw that Percy was refusing to tell Sam how it happened.

"Don't worry about, I'm fine" Percy repeated.

But Sam wouldn't take that as an answer, slowly getting angrier as he continued to question Percy. Finally, Dean sees Percy slowly and quietly mumble his name and immediately Sam's head turns toward Dean, his face contorted in pure anger.

Dean took a step back as Sam stared to stalk towards him, only for Percy to jump in front of him to stop Sam from going any further using his good arm.

"It's not his fault Sam! He didn't have any other choice" Percy defended as Dean stood still, shocked at how quickly Percy jumped in.

"Bullcrap! How was shooting you the answer to any problem!?" Sam yelled back, his eyes transfixed on Dean still.

"You were not breathing, and Dean had no way of telling if I was me or if I was the one who injured you!" Percy responded, a lot calmer than Sam. "Time was running out; if he talked to me to see if I was me you could've died but if he ran to you and ignored me I could've killed him too if I wasn't me!" Percy spoke making a face, unsure if what he said made any sense.

Sam's posture relaxed as he tried to figure out what Percy had just said. Percy took the opportunity to let go of Sam, "There wasn't really any other option; besides an adrenaline-filled mind can do some crazy stuff. I forgive him and you should too Sam"

Percy turned to face Dean and repeated, "I forgive you"

Dean's heart broke a little. How could he be so forgiving? Before he knew it Dean's legs were carrying him over to were Percy stood. It was truly hitting him, Percy had been missing 5 years, he had gone through so much if Sam's visions stood true, and yet he was still the same, stupidly nice, Percy.

In mere seconds Dean had wrapped his arms so tightly around his baby brother that he thought he might never let go, "I missed you, little guy"

Percy chuckled slightly, "I'm not that small anymore"

"Well you're shorter than me still and that's all that matters"

Dean took a step back and looked at the muscular figure that was his youngest brother, he sniffled slightly, thinking about the past 5 years where he wasn't there, "I missed you grow up."

"And I missed you grow old"

AN:

Hello, hello, it is I.

Whelp as per my incredible luck this chapter was nearly done like 2 or three weeks ago but my good ol computer threw the hissy fit of all hissy fits and deleted half the chapter (yayayayay).

So then after weeks of me whining and trying to remember what I had written I finally got over myself and rewrote it.

Anywayyyy, hope y'all enjoy and dw I have already started the next chapter so hopeeefullly it won't take a whole year for another chapter.

*gives you all virtual hugs*

Bye my little blue pancakes, xx