Chapter 1

Hell to pay

"Dean, I swear to god, if you don't stop teasing your brother there'll be hell to pay."

Well there is a statement that you couldn't possibly let go unchallenged and besides, Sammy shouldn't have ratted you out cause payback's a bitch.

But your payback would be put on hold for a while, because Dad is gonna be back from his hunt soon. And while you respect the older hunter that had threatened you so politely, you would definitely rather piss him off than your Dad.

Three weeks, three friggin weeks of looking at Sammy's smug little face while he thought you couldn't touch him. Three weeks; before you had the pleasure of sitting opposite him at the table when that smug smile was wiped right off.

"Boys, you're staying at Bobby's again for a couple of days while I hunt this werewolf."

The two day drive to Bobby's house was without a doubt one of the best you ever had. You don't remember how many times Sammy asked you if you needed anything or if you had enough room in the backseat. He even offered you some of his MM's when you finished yours.

The looks your Dad sent you were full of confusion but that didn't matter. You accepted the MM's and were grateful for the extra leg room, nevertheless payback's a bitch.

Noticing the worried look on his face after Dad bid you farewell, made you stop and rethink everything. He's your brother and you love him, of course you'd be upside down and six feet under before anyone found that out, but still.

Back to the brother bit; were you overdoing it, after all you really didn't wanna hurt the kid. Then again he's a Winchester not some wuss, he should be grateful that your spending your quality time toughening him up. Was that convincing? Oh crap…

It was four hours before you decided to scrap that thought process. Little Sammy had just told Bobby about a certain girl that you may or may not have kissed the other week. You were currently sitting at the kitchen table listening to Bobby's version of "the birds and the bees", wait… did he just say cockroach?

An hour later and the unsettling yet extremely accurate (and thus even more disturbing) conversation is finally over. You smile to yourself when the thought crosses your mind that Bobby might tell Dad about the conversation, ha, that phone call you had to hear.

Now then, where's Sammy…

"Dean, I didn't mean to tell him, honestly. It, it just kinda slipped out."

Yeah Sammy, you know. Besides you're not all that pissed at him but you are extremely bored, there's only so many cars a guy can fix before completely loosing it.

"Keep digging!"

Dean Winchester, you are an Evil Person. Yup, that you are. But seriously it's not your fault the kid believes everything you say, even when it is something crazy like 'Dad says you need to practice digging graves'. That line was of course the reason why your currently in the "garden" freezing your ass off. He's been at it for a hole half an hour and at the moment the only thing you could bury in there would be an anorexic pigeon.

"Sam, what are you doing?"

Oh, crap.