Disclaimer: Still not mine, Kripke and "his crew" owns, just like to borrow them… play… and return… then repeat…

NOTE1: Thanks for the reviews, I appreciate all my reviews… to ones already mentioned and now to: Scootermom for Reviews: "And the Night Burns On" and "Burning Embers" and to: CalamityJim for: Review of "I'm Done." Thanks also for the continuing alerts and favs adds. Also I can't forget the community add, thanks. So, hope you enjoy this little shot…

NOTE2: This is after they speak with Crowley- 6.07, so this is another "coulda happened". One shot at this time, so will be added as completed.

Where is it?

"This… this is all kinds of crazy." Dean tells Sam, running a hand over his lips, driving one handed down a deserted dark freeway.

"Well, Dean… I don't see where we have another choice." Sam said in that soulless way he now had.

"Yeah, well. I don't have to like it! He's a fucking demon, Sam. Look at our track record with those sons of bitches… Ya know what I think? The bastard's lying." Dean glanced over at Sam.

"What?" Sam asked, turning to stare at Dean.

"Yeah, I don't think that… I don't think he has a clue where your soul is." He glanced at Sam, checking his responce to that statement, "He may have raised Samuel, but that doesn't mean he raised you."

"What makes you think that?" Sam questioned softly.

"I think he's just making us his puppets to get shit he wants. Dangling what we want most in front of us. Only to not have it to begin with when we come to collect. That bastard's always lying to us… I think he is now too." Dean sighed, then continued. "It's not like he hasn't lied to us before…I think he's just screwing with us."

"But what choice…"

"Their new king… wonder what would happen if old Lucifer got out of his cage to rule the und…"

"Dean… you can't…" Sam said quickly.

"Why?" Dean asked, curious to what a soulless Sam would have to say about it.

"It would be wrong." Sam stated in a flat voice.

"Oh yeah? Do you feel it would be wrong Sam?" Dean shook his head in wonder, Sam never ceased to amaze him.

"No… you know I don't." Came Sam's flat response.

"Then who are you to lecture me…" Dean said angrily. This whole damn thing was pissing him off!

"Your brother."

Dean stared at him before stating coldly, "You're not Sammy." This Sam had no feelings to hurt, he could say what ever the hell he wanted.

"But I am Sam and I remember how Sammy felt about things and I can tell you… he wouldn't be happy." Looking at him through his too long bangs… classic Sammy pose.

"You sound like someone with a split personality." Dean snorted out sarcastically, between his urge to laugh and his urge to cry.

"I guess I kinda am… except my other personality just up and split." He said with a straight face, no emotion.

Dean laughed, He was so screwed… nobody knew anything and he had to fix this-fix Sam. Turning a unsmiling face Sam's direction, "Then we'll just have to chase it back down…"

"Then what?" Sam asked with a slight smirk. One too much like the vamp attack smirkage.

" I guess." Dean tried to ignore that picture in his head and said with a grin of his own cause… He now had a plan, "We give you a personality enema…"

"Ewhhhh, nice Dean…" Sam said with a pretend shudder…

So Dean gave him a pretend smile in return… maybe if they just "pretended along" until they found Sam's soul it would work. Then they could get Sammy back and they could get back to doing what they do best… being brothers. He could dream couldn't he?

The End