Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 8 of I'm Not Like My Brother. Thank you to those who have left reviews for this story. It really does mean a lot to me. I hope that you guys will continue on supporting this story. I hope that you guys like this next part. I'm really working hard on Damaris even though it's taking a while with her development in the story, but I do promise that it will get better over time. And I'm adding her more into the story and drifting away from cannon just due to the fact that she needs more character development. I want her to be a good character to continue on enjoying. Without further ado Chapter 8 of I'm Not Like My Brother.

Chapter 8

Not Forgetting Hell

Damaris leaned her head on her arm as she watched the brothers talking to one another. Her brows furrowed in worry as she watched the elder one drowning shots like it was like water to him. She knew that the shots he had been getting were terrible and even if they were terrible they could get him drunk fairly quickly. She knew that he was feeling a little off due to the fact that Sam had been asking questions about what Uriel had told him.

It worried her that Dean was taking it a bit too far. She could understand if he didn't want to tell Sam the truth, but Dean didn't need to push Sam away. She knew that Sam meant well… hell she wanted to help the older brother, but she didn't know what to do. And that made her heart hurt because she could tell in Dean's soul that something bad had happened while he was in hell.

"It just doesn't make any sense, Dean. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remembered Hell if you didn't?" Sam questioned looking at his brother just wanting an answer from what had happened. If Dean remembered hell why wasn't he telling him.

"Maybe because he's a dick. Might have something to do with it." Dean said as he downed another shot making the snarking comment about Uriel.

"Maybe, but he's still an angel."

"Yeah, an angel who was ready to level an entire town. Look, I don't know what -"

"Radical. What else can I get you guys?" A cheerful waiter questioned as he came up to them.

Damaris let out a soft groan. There was no way that any human could be this happy. And if there was, it had to be some sort of sin. With everything that was going on, the cheeriness of the waiter well was a bit of a put off.

"Uh, I think we're good." Sam said noticing Damaris's body language right away. He could tell that she was irritated and he didn't blame her. He didn't blame her because of everything that had been going on. He was on edge as well.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"You want to try a couple of fryer bombs? Or a chipotle chili changa?"

"No, no, we're – we're still good." Dean said, trying to get the guy to leave.

"We'll let you know if we need anything. We don't need anything right now." Damaris snapped as she leaned back in her chair, causing the brothers to look at her in concern. She closed her eyes, rubbing her temples some.

"Okay, awesome." The waiter said before leaving the three of them alone.

Damaris looked at the brothers before getting up. "I'm going to get some air, alright?" Before either brother had a chance to answer she walked out of the bar. She pushed some of her hair back as she let out a soft breath. She closed her eyes as she began to think. Her father must've been insane to think that she would be able to protect the Winchester brothers. She had no idea what she was doing and it scared her to no end if one of the brothers would end up going down the wrong path.

She took a soft breath as she leaned against the wall. She was worried that Sam would go down the wrong path. How on earth was she supposed to keep Sam from going down that path. She knew that Castiel had meant what he had said. That the angels would step in and kill him if he continued on the path he had been on prior.

She had been so deep in thought that she didn't even hear the brothers come out of the bar.

"Damaris." Sam called out seeing the deep thought look on her face. He noticed she didn't move and he lightly touched her arm causing her to break from her thoughts. "Damaris."

She looked up at him blinking a few times. "Huh?"

"You okay?" He asked concerned as he looked at her. He didn't know what was going through her mind and it worried him since she had been silent on almost everything.

Damaris nodded her head weakly.

"We have a place to check out."

Damaris took a soft breath and nodded her head softly. She pushed herself from the wall and began to follow the brothers down to the car. She couldn't believe that she had been so deep in thought and wasn't paying attention to what was going on around her. What kind of angel did that make her?

SPNSPN

Damaris stood outside of the Chinese restaurant. She had stayed behind while the brothers checked around the area to gather the information that they needed to figure out what was going on. When she was on the phone with Sam she was shocked to hear that there was a living teddy bear that had suicidal tendencies.

She looked up when she heard the Impala pull up to the restaurant. She slowly walked over to the car as they got out of the car. "So you think that there is a magic wishing well here?" She questioned as she crossed her arms.

"That's what we're thinking." Sam said with a nod of his head. He knew that it sounded crazy, but there was a good possibility that there was a wish granting well.

Damaris shook her head. "It's unheard of. There is no such thing." She said as she thought back to everything that she knew. There was no such thing as a magical wishing well. "I would know… I've been around for years… unless…" She trailed off thinking that something was indeed a miss.

The three of them walked into the restaurant.

"Think it works?" Dean questioned looking over at his brother his brows raised.

"Got a better explanation for teddy back there?" Sam questioned looking over at his brother as he thought back to what Damaris had said. Perhaps there was something much more deeper going on and she was trying to figure it out as well.

"Well, there's one way to find out." Dean said as he pulled out a coin.

"What are you gonna wish for?"

"Shh!" Dean threw the coin into the well. "Not supposed to tell."

"That's for wishing on a candle or star." Damaris said, rolling her eyes as she looked at the older brother. That had nothing to do with wishing wells. Of course she avoided them as much as she could.

"Somebody order a footlong Italian with jalape?o?"

"That'd be me." Dean said, waving his hand to the delivery guy.

Damaris let out a soft breath shaking her head. She would never quite understand why the older Winchester had a fascination with food like he did.

SPNSPN

The three of them sat together as Dean ate the sandwich with gusto.

Damaris wrinkled her nose wondering how on earth a human could eat like that.

"I think it works, dude. That was pretty specific." Dean said as he continued to eat the sandwich like there was nothing to worry about.

"The teddy bear, the sandwich…" Sam trailed off thinking.

"Mm. I'm guessing this." He said as he showed the newspaper article about the lottery winner.

"I'm guessing that." Sam said pointing to the couple at the next table.

Damaris wrinkled her nose seeing how close the two of them were. She didn't quite fully understand human emotion, but she wasn't an emotionless angel like the rest of her siblings. She could tell that this was something that wasn't all that normal.

"Well, that definitely goes on the list. What are we supposed to do, huh? Stop people's wishes from coming true? I mean, it sounds like kind of a douche-y thing to do."

"Yeah, maybe. But come on, man. When has something like this ever come without a price tag? And usually a deadly one."

"I don't know. It's a damn good sandwich. All right. Fine. We'll put a hold on the wishing till we figure out what's going on."

"And that's not going to be easy with how many people are coming in here." Damaris said looking over at Dean. "And you really shouldn't be eating that sandwich."

"It's a good sandwich." Dean said, defending himself.

"I don't doubt that the way you're chowing down on it. But you don't know what kind of hoodoo is hooked to that wishing well." Damaris pointed out like it was the most logical thing in the world and of course Dean wasn't having any of it.

"Uh, gentlemen, gentlemen. I'm sorry. We don't allow people to eat outside food here." The Chinese waiter said going up to them.

Damaris looked up blinking a few times before looking at Dean.

"Well, I am certainly not gonna eat the inside food here. Health department. You, my friend, have a rat infestation. We're gonna have to shut this place down under emergency hazard code 56C."

"Rats?!"

Damaris let out a soft breath knowing that the brothers weren't going to need her at the moment. She slowly got up from her seat. "I'll leave you two to it."

Sam looked up at her blinking a few times. "Where are you going?" He asked softly wondering where the angel could possibly go next.

"I have to talk to my brother." She told him softly, trying not to give any information to the Chinese waiter. "See if he knows anything."

Sam swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded his head.

"I'll be back before you know it." She told them softly.

SPNSPN

Castiel sat in a park, his hands clasped together as he looked on in thought listening to kids running around. He looked up when he heard a fluttering of wings. He turned his head and looked over at his sister. "Damaris… what brings you here?"

Damaris let out a breath. "There is something going on in a town that I am in with the Winchesters." She said softly as she pushed her hair back.

Castiel gestured to the bench for her to sit down. He knew that Damaris wouldn't come to him on a whim. "Explain what is going on Damaris. I know you wouldn't search for me willingly."

Damaris's cheeks colored in embarrassment. She hated it when he figured her out so easily even when she hadn't been around him for centuries. "I hate it when you do that." She complained a little as she rested her hands on her lap.

"You always come to me when you have a problem… now… tell me sister, what is bothering you so much that you had to seek me out?" He questioned as he put his hand lightly on her clasped together hands.

"The town we're in… there is something off about it. The aura of the city… I've never felt something like this ever. It was like… something magical was happening in the town, but it wasn't the good kind of magic either, Castiel…" She felt Castiel squeeze her hands, his way of telling her to continue on with her explanation. "Dean's made a wish in a wishing well… and it came true."

"A wish? Damaris… wishes never come true you know that."

"Don't you think I know that Castiel. In all my years of being down here, I've never felt this kind of magic with so much malice to it."

"A malice that will bring harm to them."

Damaris nodded her head firmly.

"You must go back to them."

"But Castiel."

Castiel put his hand firmly on her shoulder causing her to trail off from completing her sentence. "You must return. If it is indeed something that malice… you must be there for them."

Damaris let out a soft breath and nodded her head in agreement to what her brother was telling her. "Have it your way Castiel." She said softly before vanishing in a fluttering of wings.

SPNSPN

Damaris appeared into the motel room that the boys had gotten to stay in while they were there in town. Her nose wrinkled when she heard Dean vomiting. She turned her head to see Sam coming into the room.

"Dean? You all right?" Sam called out to his older brother slightly concerned of what was going on with his older brother.

"The wishes turn bad, Sam. The wishes turn very bad." Dean said in a very strained voice.

"The sandwich, huh?"

"The coin was Babylonian. It's cursed. I found some fragments of a legend. [looks unwell again; turns to gag in the bathroom; returns] I'm good. The, uh... the serpent is Tiamat, which is the, uh, Babylonian god of primordial chaos. I guess their, uh, priests were working some serious black magic."

"They made the coin?"

"Yeah, to sow the seeds of chaos. Whoever tosses a coin in the wishing well, makes a wish, it turns on the well. Then it starts granting wishes to all comers."

"But the wishes get twisted. You ask for a talking teddy…"

"You get a bipolar nut job."

"And you get E. coli."

"Mm. This thing has turned more than one town upside down over the centuries. It's even wiped a few off the map. I mean, one person gets their wish, it's trouble, but everybody gets their wish…"

"It's chaos. More chaos than anyone could ever understand." Damaris said softly sticking her hands in her pockets.

"Mm-hmm."

"Any way to stop it?" Sam asked looking over at Damaris.

"One way. We got to find the first wisher. Whoever dropped the coin in and made the first wish, they're the only ones who can pull it back out and reverse the wishes. So for now, we've got a couple of nutso dreams come true, but once the word gets out about the well, things are just gonna get crazier and crazier. And that's not a good thing. We don't need the town tearing itself apart from the inside." Damaris let out a soft breath running her hand through her dark hair.

SPNSPN

Damaris sat across from Sam helping with his research of who they were looking for. She bit her lip softly.

Sam looked over hearing Dean have a nightmare. "Dean, wake up!"

Dean jerked awake. "What? I'm up. What?"

Damaris shook her head softly as she went right back to work. She wasn't about to touch the issue that Dean was having with a ten foot pole.

"Sleep well?"

"Yeah." Dean said as he grabbed the whiskey bottle that was on the floor next to the bed and took a long drink from it. "Tan, rested, and ready."

"Dean, come on, man. You think I can't see it?" Sam said letting out a soft breath knowing that this was going to be the hardest thing to do. He hated seeing Dean like this.

"See what?"

"The nightmares, the drinking. I'm with you 24/7. I know something's going on."

"Sam, please."

"Uriel wasn't lying, but you are. You remember Hell, don't you?"

Damaris closed her eyes, wincing a little when she heard Uriel's name. Of course Uriel would put his nose some place it didn't belong."

"What do you want from me, huh? What?"

"The truth, Dean. I mean, I'm your brother. I, I just wish you'd talk to me."

"Careful what you wish for."

"Cute."

"Come on, can we stow the couples therapy, huh? We're on a job. I want to work. What do you got? Please?"

Sam let out a sigh as Damaris handed him the newspaper. "We got a teddy bear, uh, lottery guy, invisible pervert guy. They all must have wished sometime in the last two weeks. But who wished first, and how are we supposed to know who else wished for what when?"

"Well, it helps when they announce it in the paper. Goes back a month." Dean said turning the paper over to Sam to show him what Damaris had found in the newspaper.

"Wesley Mondale and Ms. Hope Lynn Casey have announced their surprise engagement."

"Ah, true love."

Sam let out a soft chuckle. "Best lead we got."

"The only lead we got. Come on boys and let's see what we can find out about this." Damaris said getting up to her feet.

SPNSPN

Dean rang the doorbell of Wes's home. He stuck his hands in his pockets.

Hope opened the door. She looked at three of them.

"Hello, we're the florists." Damaris said with a smile.

"Wes! You didn't tell me that you called the florists for the wedding." Hope said with a huge grin bringing the three of them into the home.

"Huh?" Wes questioned slightly confused of why florists would be there since he didn't ask for florists to come.

"You're the best! Mmm! Ah! I'm gonna go get my folders." She said, giving him a kiss.

"Uh, o- Okay." Wes said as he watched Hope leave.

Dean eyed the man that was sitting in the chair. "Wesley, how's it going?"

"It's "Wes... ss." Aren't you the guys from the health department?"

"Yeah. And florists on the side." Sam said as he stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Plus FBI. And on Thursdays, we're teddy bear doctors."

"Huh?" Wes questioned slightly confused.

"Doesn't matter who we are. What matters is what we know." Damaris said as she looked at him crossing her arms.

"So, coin collector, huh, Wes?" Sam questioned as he moved some.

"Oh. Yeah. My... grandfather gave them to me."

"Did you happen to lose one of those coins lately? And by "lose," I mean drop into a wishing well at Lucky Chin's and make a wish on it?" Dean questioned raising his brow.

"No, I – I don't know what you're, uh, talking about."

Hope came back into the room with a lot of papers and folders in her hands. "Okay, now. I have a lot of ideas, but, you know, we don't have all the money in the world. Wes is between jobs right now. Means more time for me. You know, I'm thinking a Japanese-y ikebana kind of thing."

"Yes. I can see it." Dean said with a smile.

"Yeah. So, Hope, uh, tell us how you two lovebirds met." Sam questioned curiously wondering how the two of them met.

"Oh, best day of my life." Hope gushed happily.

"I bet."

"Yeah! It's the funniest thing. We both grew up here, but I never really knew who he was. Not by name anyway. Until one day last month, it was like I just [sighs] I just saw him for the first time. He was just... glowing. Oh, just glowing."

Damaris raised her brow.

"Uh, babe, can you – can you get us some coffee?" Wes questioned sputtering a little bit knowing that Hope let everything out of the bag and it scared him.

"Yes. Yeah." She said as she kissed him over and over again.

"Oh. Okay. Okay. Mm-Hmm. Okay. Oh, okay. Oh. Mm-mmm, okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay."

"Yeah."

"Wes, we know. So tell us the truth." Sam said as he looked at Wes crossing his arms.

"My – my grandfather found the coin in north Africa, you know, World War II. And, uh, he brought it back. He, um, he said it was a real wish-granting coin, but that nobody should ever use it. Um... It was all I had, and when he died, I thought, "Well, you know what? Why not give the coin a shot?""

"Yeah, well, now you're gonna wish it back."

"Oh." He let out a chuckle. "Oh. Ha ha, no, I'm not."

"If you don't stop it, something bad's gonna happen." Dean said looking at him not believing what he had heard.

"Something bad. Like us."

"We really wish you'd come with us."

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Dean drove down the road with Sam next to him and Wes and Damaris in the back seat.

"I don't get it. So, my wish came true. Why does that have to be a bad thing?" Wes questioned crossing his arms.

"Because the wishes go south, Wes. Your town is going insane." Sam said looking back at Wes.

"Come on. You're gonna sit there and tell me that your relationship with Hope is functional, that it's what you wished for?" Dean questioned raising his brow.

"I wished she would love me more than anything."

"Yeah, and, uh, how is that going? That seem healthy to you?" Sam questioned raising his brow.

"Well, it's a hell of a lot better than when she didn't know I was alive."

"You're not supposed to get what you want, man, not like this. Nobody is. That's what the coin does. It takes your heart's desires and it twists it back on you. You hear of the whole, uh, "be careful what you wish for"?" Dean complained as he drove before he suddenly hit something.

"Did we just hit something?" Sam questioned as he looked over at Dean.

"I didn't see anything."

Damaris let out a breath. "It's that kid that's invisible."

Sam let out a soft groan.

""Careful what you wish for."" Wes said in a mocking tone. "You know who says that? Good-looking jerks like you guys, the ones who've got it so easy because you happen to be handsome."

"Easy?" Sam questioned first.

"Easy?" Dean questioned his brow raising.

"Yeah. Women – women look at you, right? They notice you. Just like this woman here." Wes said jabbing his thumb at Damaris.

Sam let out a scoff. "Believe us, we do not have it easy."

"We are miserable. We never get what we want. In fact, we have to fight tooth and nail just to keep whatever it is we got." Dean said, shaking his head admitting the truth.

"But you know what? Maybe that's the whole point, Wes."

"Yeah, people are people 'cause they're miserable bastards, 'cause they never get what they really want."

"Right, yeah, you get what you want, you get crazy."

"Take a look at Michael Jackson, hmm? Or Hasselhoff."

"You know what? Hope loves me now – completely. And it's awesome. Besides, look around. Where's all this, uh, insanity you guys were talking about?"

Damaris looked out the window seeing some kids in a large four-wheel drive vehicle. "What in father's name…"

Dean stopped the Impala when he saw Todd messing with the four-wheel drive vehicle. "Well, that should cover it."

Todd tipped over the vehicle.

Damaris let out a breath pinching the bridge of her nose. "It should more than cover it, Dean."

Dean got out of the Impala. "Fine! I'll handle Todd. You get Wes to Lucky Chin's. Go!"

"Right." Sam said as he slid over to the driver's side of the Impala. Sam drove away allowing Dean to handle Todd in what he was doing.

"This is becoming pure chaos… worse than anything I've ever seen."

Sam looked back at Damaris knowing what she had meant. With her being an angel she had to have seen a lot of different things happen. Sam then pulled out in front of Lucky Chin's.

The three of them got out of the car.

"That – that – that kid turned over that car like – like it was nothing." Wes said stuttering not believing what he had seen happen.

"You should have seen the teddy bear. Now, come on. Fun's over. Time to pull the coin. Wes!"

"Well, why can't we just get what we want?!"

"Because that's life, Wes."

Suddenly two bolts of lightning hit both Sam and Damaris causing them both to fall dead onto the pavement outside of the restaurant.

SPNSPN

Sam woke up and got up to his feet slowly.

Damaris gasped awake, her body shuttering as she did so. She shakily got up onto her feet to see a very dejected Wes hand over the coin to Sam before leaving the two of them alone with the Impala.

Sam looked over at Damaris and saw the scared look etched on her face. "You alright?"

Damaris cleared her throat and nodded her head shakily. "Fine, perfectly fine." She said lying forcing a smile upon her lips to make it seem that she was alright.

Sam gave her a warm smile. "Alright let's go and get Dean."

SPNSPN

Dean looked at the local newspaper reading the headline that said 'Winning Lottery Ticket A Fake.' He looked over and saw Audrey past with her sunburned parents and her teddy bear with a hole in his head.

"Well, uh, coin's melted down. It shouldn't cause any more problems." Sam said coming over to the two of them.

Damaris looked over to Sam.

"Audrey's parents are back from Bali. Looks like all the wishes are gone. And so are we."

They began to walk back to the car when Dean suddenly stopped.

"Hang on a second." Dean said causing both Sam and Damaris to stop.

"What?" Sam asked confused of why Dean stopped.

"You were right."

Damaria looked down knowing what Dean meant.

"About what?"

"I shouldn't have lied to you. I do remember everything that happened to me in the Pit. Everything."

"So tell me about it." Sam pleaded with him.

"No." Dean said firmly.

"Uh…"

"I won't lie anymore. But I'm not gonna talk about it."

"Dean, look, you can't just shoulder this thing alone. You gotta let me help."

"How? Do you really think that a little heart-to-heart, some sharing and caring, is gonna change anything? Hmm? Somehow... heal me? I'm not talking about a bad day here."

"I know that." Sam admitted softly. He just wanted to help in any way he possibly could.

"The things that I saw... there aren't words. There is no forgetting. There's no making it better. Because it is right here…" Dean tapped his head, "forever. You wouldn't understand. And I could never make you understand. So I am sorry."

Damaris looked up. "You don't want to try. You're too prideful." She shook her head. "And there's nothing wrong with that, but you should try when you are ready. "

Sam looked over at her in surprise.

Damaris put her hand on Dean's shoulder. "And I know that's something that will take time and there's nothing wrong with that. "

Dean looked away from her. He didn't like how he felt so exposed.

Damaris slowly removed her hand before turning to walk to the car. She just hoped that Dean would take her advice. There was nothing wrong with keeping hell a secret unless it began to make him implode which wasn't a good thing.

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This is the end of Chapter 8. I hope that you guys enjoyed it. Please leave a review if you enjoyed it and tell me what you enjoyed about it. Hopefully the next chapter will be out soon, but I do have 10 other stories besides this one that I'm updating to try to make sure that I have the first parts of these 11 series all finished. What else would you guys like to see. I'm trying to flesh out Damaris a bit more, but it'll take time. Until next time guys.