Chapter 1

They were arguing for a good fifteen minutes and it was going nowhere.

"Jesus, Sam, she's a demon! That is a good enough reason to stop screwing her!" Dean shouted at Sam angrily, waving hands at him.

He couldn't believe it. They ended a hunt almost two days ago and Sam already went to see his precious girlfriend from hell. Leaving him alone. Again.

So damn right he was going to be angry. It wasn't right. She was a fucking demon and for some reason Sam couldn't see past her evilness. It was going nowhere but downhill.

"Dean, you're not the boss of me. I can do whatever the fuck I want, whenever I want with whoever I want! I don't need your approval!" the younger Winchester wasn't backing down either. He was sick of the older hunter ordering him around, like he didn't have a mind of his own.

"Sure, Sam, and what you're gonna do, huh? Happily go dancing in the sunset with her and live happily ever after? Is that it?" the older hunter shook his head, unbelievingly. "What fails you that you can't understand that she is from hell and messing with your mind! You don't just go around hanging out with demons, for fucks sake!" Dean shouted desperately. These days it was impossible to show Sam what was right and what was wrong. He simply didn't care.

Sam just stared at him with a look which screamed that he was about to spill something he'll regret later.

"You came back from hell as well, Dean, but you don't see me complaining about hanging out around you. Or should I quit doing that too?"

And that was it.

The older brother stared unbelievingly at what he just heard. He was stunned. Words stung. No, it felt more like Sam shoved a blunt knife into his heart and twisted it, just for the hell of it.

Because this was something he never expected to hear from his brother, like, ever.

And if he didn't want to be around him, then fine. He won't force his little brother to keep him company he didn't want in the first place. He probably screwed up Sam's plans when he came back.

"Alright, fine." he exclaimed, his voice emotionless. "If you wanna get rid of me so bad, I'll be outta your hair." Dean quickly picked up his jacket and went to the door, stopping for only a second to glance back at his brother. "Shoulda told me sooner you didn't want me back" he murmured quietly more to himself than to Sam and slammed the door without looking back. He heard Sam calling his name but ignored it. His bag was already in the impala so he just slid into driving seat himself.

"I guess it's just you and me baby, once again." he murmured as the car purred to life. He had no idea where he was going, but he was going to put as much distance between him and Sam as possible. Maybe he'll get off the grid for some time and stay low in general. He doubted that anyone was going to look for him, and if they did, he can cover his tracks pretty well. On the other hand, Bobby might. But he has enough trouble on his hands already and Sam… well, Sam will have Ruby to keep him company.

He won't be missed.

He didn't even noticed tears running down his face until his vision became blurry with it.

Was he actually such an awful brother?

*.*.*

Sam was fuming.

For the last couple of days they were fighting non stop, about everything. Food, hunts, who takes the first shower, where they eat, what music they are listening to, everything. But Ruby was a topic number one, a touchy one too. Dean was trying to get him to dump her, because she was evil. Because angels told him to. Because it was wrong.

But what was right these days?

Besides, she helped him, more than once, in fact, so he had a reason to trust her, on some reasonable demon-trusting level anyway.

Although, he understood where Dean's anger was coming from, he wasn't a fool. But he just wished for his brother to trust him with this one.

So when Dean stormed out, despite Sam calling him, and then heard Impala's engine rumbling, he freaked out.

The younger Winchester was well aware of what he said and how much it must have hurt. Hell was still a touchy subject between them, Dean was literally reliving it every single night, and still, Sam rubbed his face into it.

Yes, he was angry, but it wasn't an excuse. His brother was already struggling and he clearly made it worse.

And now, god knows where he went.

It was for the best though. They both needed a couple of hours to cool off, otherwise, they would rip each other's throats out.

But Sam was sure he'll be back. Dean wouldn't leave his brother, not after everything. Not even after this.

Or would he?

The younger hunter walked aimlessly around the room, running a hand through his hair.

He was worried.

He heard what Dean said before storming out. He was defeated, hell, he looked on a verge of a breakdown when he left. And he thought Sam didn't want to be with him.

That wasn't right, he knew it.

But once Dean gets back, when they are both cooled down they will talk about it. It will be like every other time - Sam will talk, apologize, Dean will be angry, but eventually, he will say that it's okay and they will move on.

They always do.

So, the younger brother grabbed a beer and went to look for a new case, glancing at his phone occasionally and waited for his brother to come back.

Little did Sam know that Dean wasn't coming back this time. Nor did he noticed a missing duffel bag.

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