This is just a little introduction type thing to the story to set things up! Don't worry the other chapters will be longer than this! Let me know if you guys are interested in this storyline and if you think I should continue it! Thanks!!

The chapters and the name of this story are based on the lyrics to the Lifehouse song 'Broken'.

Sam Winchester was coming back from an evening with his girlfriend Ashley. He still wasn't so sure if this girl was right for him. She was the first girl he decided to date after Jess died. He remembered that day like it was yesterday. Coming back from a night with his friends to find his apartment in flames, Jess was inside. By the time the firemen had arrived it was too late.

Sam shook his head to try to clear himself from the thoughts. It had been over a year now but he still missed Jess like crazy. He was sure he was going to marry her…

It was tough after Jess died and he almost left Stanford. The only thing stopping him from doing that was the fact he had no one to go to. He hadn't seen his father or Dean since he left for Stanford. He hadn't spoken to Dean in more that two years and he hadn't spoken to his father at all. He missed them, Dean especially but by now he was used to life without them. But that didn't stop him from wishing that Dean would come and visit or at least call, be a part of his life again. He couldn't help but be a little worried for him after not hearing from him in so long. He had tried to get a hold of Dean lately but had found out his cell had been shut off.

Sam just bought a new bigger apartment and graduated from Stanford a little over a month ago. He had been accepted into their law school program for next fall. Ashley lived in another city nearby and in order to get there he had to drive through a rather crappy dump of a city. He hated driving through this part because it was so unsafe and where a lot of gangs hung out.

While stuck at a light Sam glanced out his window into an alley. He shivered when he saw three big men who looked to be park of a gang walk down the alley. Those guys always gave him the creeps. He then watched as the men approached a homeless man sitting in the alley. Sam's eyes widened as the men began to punch him. After a few punches they pulled out a gun.

Sam didn't know what it was that made him intervene. He could have just stayed in his car, nice and safe and not having to worry about getting involved. But he could not just sit there and watch someone get killed by these thugs. He turned his car and drove into the alley, making the gang members jump and drop the man they were holding at gunpoint.

Sam grabbed a gun that he kept in his car just in case. (Some aspects of a hunter never changed) He got out of his car and pointed it at the men while holding his cell up in the other hand.

"Leave now or I'm calling the cops. Make a move towards him and I'll shoot you." Sam said, referring to the homeless man the now lay huddled on the ground.

"Come on man, he's just a drunk and he stole our alcohol. We just wanted to get it back. Don't do anything stupid." One of the guys told him in a slightly shaking voice

"Maybe you guys shouldn't be out terrorizing the town. A little alcohol isn't something to kill over. Now go before I call the police." Sam growled, his tone meaning business.

"Okay! Okay! We're going!" The guy said and put his hands up. He motioned for his buddies to follow him and they took off down the alley.

Sam sighed and put his gun away. So much for tough guys. He turned on his little pocket flashlight and bent down to see if the homeless guy was alright. He flinched when he saw a small puddle of blood around the guy's head. He should go to a hospital.

"Come on buddy, I'm going to get you to a hospital okay?" Sam told the guy and tried to get him to turn over to see where the blood was coming from.

The guy only moaned and curled into himself. Sam saw how his hands tightened around a bottle of alcohol he was hugging to his chest. Yeah, he was a drunk alright.

Sam sighed again and turned the guy over on his own, not ready for the shock he was about to receive.

One look at the guys face and Sam knew who he was. Even through the long hair and facial hair, through the dirt and the grime, the skinny face…Sam knew who this was in an instant. There was no mistaking those green eyes.

Sam tried even his breathing as he nearly fell backwards from shock.

"Dean??" He questioned in a small voice, his whole body trembling.

Dean looked up at him and his green, hazy and unfocused eyes met Sam's alert hazel ones. He smiled drunkenly. "Well waddaya know?" He slurred, his head swaying as if lifting it up was too much effort. "Ya did come back for me 'ammy!"

And Sam just sat there, starring at his drunken brother in shock.

Yes, he had wanted his brother back but never like this.