Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof.

Warning: Wincest but as Demons and no longer related, some PWP at times, Don't like please don't read. It gets really smutty so if this bothers you, please don't read it. I don't mean to offend anyone.

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Chapter Title: Bobby's Angels

Plot: Sam and Dean are changing and soon they won't even be human. What will they do now?

(This will be a multi-chapter so keep an eye out for more. This is only the first chapter.)

Reminder: (In this one, Sam and them were able to rig up a remote control explosion that killed the Hellhounds and Everyone got out the back of the building in time. Ash and the Harvelles are alive in this one, they all live at Bobby's, which the boys end up doing at the end of this chapter as well. Jo hunts with Rufus, who Bobby did not kill in the place, stabbed him but didn't kill him, hurt like a bitch though. The boys hunt together, among other things. Castiel is in this one and it is based in season 6. Castiel does not open Purgatory in this one but they still have to deal with Raphael, so that will be done sometime in this storyline, too. Oh, Gabriel and Balthazar are alive but in Heaven in this storyline, Cas will not become the new God, No Leviathans, Bobby doesn't die in this and his house is still standing now. The boys ran out of the back of the Police Station with Henriksen and Nancy after stopping them from going out to see Lilith, saving them in the process, so they will be in this one, too. Just haven't wrote about them yet, but I will. Harvelle's Roadhouse is rebuilt and Ellen runs it with Ash again while living at Bobby's. They didn't kill Lilith, Cas did but away from the seal and when it wouldn't open it if she died, so no Lilith in this storyline.)

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Well, Dean said it. "I just want the truth." Yep, he did that. He knew about the damn horn but he said it. Why? Well, he wanted the truth. Sam was confusing the hell out of him. He seemed colder, sometimes with some feelings and other times not so much. He didn't act brotherly at all, he was…different…since he came back.

Soon after they were taken by the goddess bitch and tied in her spa area.

Then she asked a question and Dean got honest. Well, maybe too honest. He could hear himself talking but had no control over how honest the content of his words was. Too damn honest really.

"How do you really feel about your brother?" She asked and he had to answer.

"Better now that we talked." Okay, he'd kept it honest, but brief. Creative lying, a new skill, yay! Leaving out a lot. A whole lot.

Like he was in love with Sam. Had been for years. Yeah, Dean was leaving a lot out.

"Anything else?" She asked, sensing he was still hiding something.

"I love him." Okay, he was honest but if she didn't push it, he wouldn't have to elaborate.

"How do you love him?" She pushed.

"With all my heart." Damn it, okay, brothers love each other with all their hearts so maybe Sam wouldn't figure out the real meaning of those words.

"As a brother?" She asked, perceptive little bitch, wasn't she?

"Yes, that, too." Dean answered; he was hating this line of questioning. She needed to talk to Sam; he wanted to hear the answers his brother gave. On the other hand, he was tired of this truth thing; it was time for her to move on.

"Okay." She moved on, he breathed a sigh of relief and shot Sam a quick look, to see if he had read more into the words.

"Sam, how do you really feel about your brother?" She asked him, Sam gave her a half smile and a cool look. Dean hated that look.

"I love him." Sam also hoped she wouldn't push this.

See, he had a secret, too.

"As a brother?" She asked and Sam cringed.

Then bit his tongue, literally. Saying nothing.

"Answer me!" She said.

"I love him. Like I said." Sam repeated. "It feels great he trusts me again, and it means a lot to me he is giving me a second chance. After I let him get bit by a vampire, sorry. I confessed that earlier so you can't use that against me, hah!" Sam taunted her. "I missed him."

She just stared at him. He was hiding something. So was the other one.

"Do you love him as a brother?" She asked going for direct; she could play the 'dancing around the truth' game, too. She'd invented the thing, after all.

Sam bit his tongue again and said nothing.

"How are you doing this?" She said angrily.

Soon after she was dead and they were out of the spa from Hell.

And into the abandoned house from…well, Hell, too.

Dean wanted a day of just lying.

The whole day of truth was pissing him off.

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Sam let Cas check him after admitting he felt different since he came back. He bit the damn belt and damn did that hurt! A man has trouble sleeping and some unemotional moments, next thing he gets an angel's arm in his damn chest!

Cas went to take Dean to the side and Sam glared. "You can stick an arm in my chest but not speak in front of me about what you found, really? So not happening."

"Fine, his soul is there but…well, it's damaged…badly. I'm afraid it's complicated." Cas began and sighed, "Have a seat, Dean. This may take a while."

Both boys looked concerned and sat as instructed.

"A soul is like a brain, it has several parts that are composed of what makes that person themselves. Sam's soul is like that. Think of it like a brain injury but a soul injury. Hell permanently damaged an …important part of his soul." Cas explained. "He does love you, Dean, but…the part that loved you as a brother is too damaged. It whispers but he can't feel it. He has no brotherly feelings for you, well, maybe a little, but mostly, not so much."

"But you said he still loves me…how is that?" The boys were confused, Dean had to ask this; sometimes he had trouble with his Cas-speak.

"Yes, he does but as a man…loves…well, another man. Sexually…get it? Apparently the brotherly love got transferred to the part that carries the romantic feelings and integrated there. Also he has lost some of his ability to empathize like he used to. Apparently the only parts not damaged are the parts that are…well, in love with you, and Bobby, as a father of course, but well, the brotherly part is gone. He seems emotionally disconnected because he's lost some of his ability to understand some emotions and how he is supposed to act." He looked at Sam now. "Your soul is too damaged, Sam. I've never felt a soul so damaged and seen the person live through having it inside them. It should be destroyed. The only really working part of it is…well, the part that loves Dean, actually."

"That's not all." Cas said and they looked at him in shock. Well, Dean did, Sam just looked worried. Dean took his hand and tried to soothe him.

"It's okay, Sammy, I have something to tell you, too." Dean said, "I'll tell you later but remember, I'm not going anywhere, no matter what he says, promise." He knew Sam was freaking out as much as his damaged soul could right now. He could live with Sam this way, now that he understood what was wrong with him. "Can't he be repaired? His soul?"

"No, this kind of damage is permanent, sorry." Cas said regretfully, "But we have more pressing issues at the moment." He looked at Sam now. "You spent too much time in Hell, Sam. You are turning Demonic. Well, your body's cells and your soul are, but it strangely seems to be retaining most of its humanity at the same time. It is the most unique state for a soul to be in, I've never seen a soul so resilient before." Cas looked at Sam sadly, "You're going be a demon soon, in your own body and be powerful, like Lucifer was when he ruled Hell. You could go evil, Sam. You may not, no telling until the change is complete. I do know you won't be human anymore."

Both boys stared at him in shock this time and he shook his head. "I have to go. I'll will be by to check on you later." Then he vanished.

"We need to talk, Sammy." Dean said keeping a hold of his hand and Sam let him.

"Yeah, we do." Sam said softly.

Then they began to talk.

For the rest of the night.

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"Sammy, I have to tell you something. But first I need to ask you a question." Dean said and Sam nodded. "Do you remember being my brother?"

"Yes, I remember it. I just don't feel anything brotherly anymore when I remember them." Sam admitted.

"What do you feel when you remember them?" Dean asked and felt Sam tense up. "It's okay, Sammy, be honest. I'm not going anywhere." He felt Sam relax now.

"Confused and worried. I know I felt something before but I don't…well, I feel a vague sense of what it should be but I can't get the feeling any stronger than that. I get confused on how I should feel sometimes about stuff. I treasure those memories but I can't…I worry you'll hate me for not feeling the brotherly thing anymore, I'm sorry. I hate this, maybe I should let him destroy my soul. I'm sick, I know. Loving you this way. My whole childhood feelings, all gone." He looked down and cried a little, "Don't leave me."

"Not leaving, Sammy." Dean said and sighed, "So you lost some things. 150 years in the cage, Sammy, they tortured your soul! Of course I expected some damage! I'm not stupid. I knew this was a possibility the moment you jumped in the cage. I wanted you back anyway, any way I could get you." Dean said softly, "Before, when she was asking me how I felt about you, I said, I loved you as a brother and then she asked again and I said 'Yes, that, too.', remember?"

"I remember." Sam said, "That part confused me, I thought it meant you hated me while you also loved me."

"No, that wasn't it." Dean sighed and looked at Sam, "I'm in love with you, have been since before you left for Stanford." He shrugged, "Didn't want to admit it, didn't even want to feel it. So I hid it and then shit just kept happening, you jumped into the cage, and I went to Lisa, like you asked me, too. Then you came back and the djinn, and, damn it all, Sammy! It all went pear-shaped. I felt…it again, for you, and then you were acting weird and I freaked. Then you let me get turned. I hated to think you'd do that on purpose. Then you admitted it and explained you had a cure and were going to cure me. Then you were helping with the Alphas, without knowing it, I forgave that. The turning thing, well, I get it now. You lost some of those feelings and I get that. I forgive you."

"Yeah, I am sorry I did that but it wasn't enough to keep me from doing it. I should go, Dean, I'm no good to you this way." Sam said sadly, removing his hands from Dean's now. Dean made him stay where he was, He was not losing Sam, damaged or not damaged. "Dean…"

Dean took a chance and let his lips touch Sam's for a brief moment.

"Kiss me, Sammy. If I can't be your brother then I'll be your lover, it's okay. I want this, too." Dean said and smiled, touching Sam's face, his green eyes searching Sam's frightened Hazel ones. "I love you, too, Sam."

"Dean!" Sam breathed and kissed him back softly, hands touching his face and neck, eyes not so afraid anymore, soft with love now. "Even with me turning Demon, you'll still love me?" He ducked his head but leaned it into Dean's, "Can you love me as a demon, Dean?"

"You'll still be you, just different. Of course I'll still love you." Dean said as he used a hand to lean Sam's face back up to his again. "Stop overthinking it, Sammy. Kiss me." He pushed his lips to Sam's again, running his tongue along those sexy lips of his like he'd wanted to for years. "Let me in, baby, be my lover, be my man, and just be mine, okay? I'll love you forever, Sammy, forever. Only you. Won't be your brother, be whatever you want me to be."

"Mine, Dean, I want you to be mine. For the rest of my life." Sam said softly, kissing him again and pulling at Dean's shirt. "We should undress now." He kissed along Dean's neck and Dean leaned back to let him, sighing happily, "I want to make love to you now."

"So blunt, Sammy, this how you are now?" Dean moaned softly as Sam's hands pulled his shirt over his head and sucked on one of his nipples for a second.

"Yes, actually." Sam said, "You like it?" His hands caressed Dean's chest and stomach then went to the waist of his jeans.

"I love it, actually. Just try to pretend to be more empathetic to the witnesses, okay?" Dean teased and Sam nodded.

"I can pretend where I have to." Sam promised and kissed up to Dean's ear now, "Except with you, baby, I'll be honest with you, unless you tell me not to be."

"I can live with that. Just never let me go, Sammy, never leave me." Dean said helping him undo his pants and edge Dean's pants off, underwear, too. Sam now knelt in front of him.

"Never leave you, Dean." Sam said taking his hardness in his hand and stroked it softly, kissing its tip lightly. "Can't be without you, know that much." Now he took Dean into his mouth sucking him lightly, then harder, making Dean's eyes burn hotter with desire and need, his body thrust up into Sam's mouth, Dean's hand on his head pushing him more onto him.

"Sammy, so good. Love you, don't…" He fought the pleasure burning through him now, lifting a hip, sucking on his own fingers, and reaching past Sam to touch his own hole. He shivered at the sensations his finger touches were causing. Sam stopped sucking him now and watched him do this.

"Finger yourself open for me while I watch." Sam said softly and stood to undress, Dean worked one finger in and then another, scissoring and reaching deeper until he hit something and he arched off the bed, damn he liked that spot! Now he continued in earnest and his fingers were making him spiral with such pleasure he had never felt before. Sam lick a finger or two of his own and helped, sucking and kissing the hole as well, lovingly and doing his best to give Dean as much pleasure as he could. Sure he should miss the brother feelings but he couldn't bring himself to regret losing them. He never would have known the love he felt for this beautiful man here, whose only goal was to love him as much Sam loved him. He liked this man better anyway. All his, all the time now.

Vague sensations hit him, felt…wrong. And he let them go, forgetting them instantly. Choosing to love Dean this way now, choosing to be with him forever now, his lover, his boyfriend, his…life mate. "Love you, my…boyfriend?" Sam looked at him earnestly, "Will you be that?"

"No," Dean moaned softly, "Not boyfriend. Husband!" Dean begged, "Make love to me, Sammy. Not boyfriend, too temporary, but Husband, that's forever. Make me your Husband."

"Husband. My Husband." Sam sighed happily, "I love you, Dean, My husband now." He used spit to lube up and worked into Dean's virgin hole now, so tight, so sensitive. He was careful to not hurt him and Dean handed him body wash from the bag by the bed. Sam pulled out and used it instead, then worked in carefully again, past the pain and burning, and going in full hilt finally, stopping all movement but small ones, to get him used to Sam in there. Soon Dean was moving and thrusting back onto him.

"Now, move now. Please, take me now!" Dean begged, it didn't hurt anymore. However, it was a new pleasure he'd never felt before and could see wanting more of later. It felt so good! "Feel so good, Sammy, fuck me please!"

Sam nodded and lay down more on Dean, pushing his knees further into his chest, and kissed his mouth hard, Dean's mouth devoured Sam's mouth now, tongues lost in each other, loud moans increasing as Sam went from slow to going faster now, "Can I go harder, Dean, go deeper, harder, faster, would that be okay?" Sam moaned and Dean moaned louder.

"Yes! Harder, faster, please…faster! Okay…" Dean managed to get out between loud cries and moans. Sam kissed him harder now and they were soon making love harder and faster, cries becoming shouts. Their kisses ate their shouts as they came hard, several times, Sam got lost in Dean's body now.

"Never want to stop making love to you, ever." Sam moaned as they came down and tingled pleasantly against the sheets. "Love feeling you around me that way. Love you, Dean."

"Yeah, you never get to stop doing that. Unless I'm doing that to you. You feel good inside me, too, Sammy." Dean admitted and eventually was cuddling into Sam now, "I love you, Sammy." His fingers brushed Sam's chest and stomach, smiling contentedly. "We should get married."

"How? Don't they have something about brothers not being allowed to do that?" Sam said but felt nothing but happy at the thought, no feeling of wrongness occurring to him, he really had lost every brotherly feeling for Dean, huh, yeah, he got it now.

"Fake ID's." Dean said softly, "Got lots. Let's use a couple." He was losing all brotherly feeling, too. Soon Sam would be a demon, a good one, he was sure. Then it wouldn't be wrong anymore. Not that it was wrong now. He'd always felt that way about Sam so this was normal for him, too. Boy, weren't they a pair? Maybe his soul was damaged too, hmm.

"It was." Came a voice and they looked up to see Cas standing there looking amused.

"Pardon?" Dean said and asked, "My soul was damaged?" Okay, he hadn't known that.

"When you were in Hell, you were tortured. When souls go to Hell, they get damaged, it is expected. But you went further, you tortured, too. This damaged the good parts of your soul, the part that felt just brotherly to Sam, the only good part you had managed to keep safe from Hell's influence before then. Once you tortured, you damaged the only good part almost beyond repair. I'm surprised my quick fix that I put on your soul held this long, really I am." He caught Dean's look and shrugged, "Yes, I had to some…temporary fixes to your soul before I could bring you back. I knew they would not hold forever. I would have dealt with them at a later date for you when they broke off."

"So you're saying I was damaged like Sam was by my time in Hell, too?" Dean asked and Cas nodded.

"Yes, but not to the same degree. The brotherly feelings were gone in you, too, when I saved you. That part was the same." Cas said as if it were the simplest thing. "The feelings you feel are not wrong, only human perception makes them that way. Do you wish me to fix the broken part again?" He looked at Dean who smiled up at Sam and Sam smiled back.

"No, leave it. I like it better this way. Already know how Sam feels about the memories. I remember them but the feelings are fading that go with them, only feel love, for another man, not a brother. I can't remember how it feels to love him that way either. Hmm. It's okay though. I don't have to worry about having to now." He looked at Cas, "Thanks for the offer though, and thanks for your help and being our friend."

"Glad you feel that way. I need to talk to you two. I need your help." Cas said sitting at the foot of the bed. "I made a mistake."

The naked men scooted closer and pulled the covers more securely over their bodies now. "What is it, Cas?"

"I have to tell you something and you won't like it but I know I can't do this alone, so please at least listen?" Cas pleaded and they both quickly agreed. He told them about going to Heaven and finding it in chaos, and what Raphael had planned. He told them he had wanted to stop Raphael so he'd went to Dean but had paused and listened to Crowley instead. He told them about the deal for souls and how he was desperately trying to get out of it. He regretted it and he knew he should have went to Dean sooner but he was coming to them now. "Look, if you don't want to help now, I understand. I'll still help you if I can, I just have to win against Raphael and get out of this deal with Crowley, I can't let him figure out how to open purgatory."

"We'll help you. We're upset you let it get this bad and dealt with a demon when you got onto us for it, but you're our friend, so we'll do what we can." Dean thought for a moment, "We need to do it before he turns demonic and Crowley figures out you're trying to get out of your deal. We could burn his bones; that worked for Bobby."

"That would work, I will have to look for them. I have to let him think I'm still working with him while I do. Can you do a summoning, maybe for someone who died and knows where they are. He probably hid them well. Look for one that knows Fergus McCloud, that was his name when he was alive." Cas advised and smiled, "Thank you for forgiving me and for helping me."

"Go fight your war, Cas, we'll take care of it down here. We'll call you when we know something." Sam promised and Cas hugged them gratefully, "I should have come you first, sorry, guys." Cas apologized one more time.

"That's okay, it'll work out now. Just keep Crowley off the scent until we're ready to kill the bastard and we'll be fine." Dean said and Cas nodded.

"I will." Cas said and vanished on the spot.

Sam bit Dean's ear now and smiled, "Make love to me now, Dean. I want you, too." Dean smiled softly and pushed his lover down to the bed, kissing down his body now.

"I like that plan." Dean said and let his mouth and hands make love to Sam's skin and muscles, nipples included, until he reached the hardness below. Then he took him into his mouth and sucked him hard, after wiping off the body wash from it so it wouldn't hurt him. Then he sucked him some more, savoring the taste of his skin, and then he came into Dean's mouth with lifting hips and loud moans, and a cry, "Dean!" Dean held the cum in his mouth using it to lube up fingers, Sam, and his own hardness. He used his fingers to work on Sam's virgin hole as well, both men working together to get him open and prepped, pushing his long legs up so his knees were against his shoulders as well.

"Now, Dean, please!" Sam begged as Dean's fingers worked him more and more into his pleasure, making it hard to think of anything but Dean, just Dean. Dean smiled and let his mouth and tongue suck and thrust into that tight hole, making Sam cum again from it, hard and with his head back, crying out his pleasure and Dean thrust in deep then stayed at small thrusts until Sam had not only worked past the pain and burning but also through his orgasm as well, then when Sam was begging for more, he went deep and slow, shallow as well, Going fast as he dared.

"Please, baby, can I? Faster, Deeper, Harder. Can I?" Dean asked and Sam smiled, that sexy smile that said I want you do whatever you want to me.

"Please, Dean, all those, more!" Sam said arching beautifully as pleasure shot through him and he lost all thought as Dean did go faster, hit his pleasure place harder and accurately, and taking his lover so much harder than he'd ever taken anyone before. Soon they were crying out again, moaning and shouting, and kissing harder and their tongues wrapping together so perfectly, every sound eaten by their mouths as they came screaming. Their screams eaten as their kisses trailed along their necks and chests, leaving red marks and bites along their tan skins now, cumming repeated until they could finally stop and collapse on top of each other and rolled to their sides now.

"My demon lover, all mine." Dean sighed happily into Sam's neck. "Gonna keep you forever."

"What if I go evil?" Sam said worried now. He could.

"You won't." Dean said reassuringly, Sam had no evil in him. He'd be a good demon.

"I want you to kill me if I go evil." Sam said softly, "But only if you're sure. I couldn't bear to be evil like what we hunt. Please, Dean?"

"Sam…" Dean said but nodded unhappily, knowing he wouldn't have to.

"We should tell Bobby, about us and about the demon thing. He won't reject us, I just don't want to scare him when I change." Sam said, "But marry me first, okay? We could do Vegas, buy rings, you know. Honeymoon? Too chick flick?"

"Nah, sounds perfect to me." Dean said softly, feeling sleepy. "In the morning, first thing." Sam's arms tightened around him. Husband. Dean thought happily as he slept now, "Husband…" Dean sighed in his sleep, smiling contentedly.

"Husband." Sam said softly, kissing the top of Dean's head and leaning his own into it, sleeping himself now. Brother gone, not missed, but lover and husband, held tight in his arms. They both slept and smiled, arms around each other.

In the meantime, the demon blood ate Sam's healthy blood and cells and slowly turned him into the thing he had always hunted.

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The next morning they showered and kissed, fooled around in the shower, and on the bed a couple times. Then they headed to Vegas. Dean and Sam went to a small Jewelry store and picked out matching rings which they had engraved with 'Forever yours, Sammy.' And 'Forever Yours, Dean.'

Soon they found the least tacky wedding chapel they could find, got a premium ceremony which included a two day motel stay and a romantic dinner for two with it. They used the ID's for Dean Fitzpatrick and Samuel Wesson, and got married, putting on their rings during the ceremony. The hotel was a swanky one and the room was the classiest they had ever been in. Soon they were lost in each other again, barely leaving the room for the whole two days and going out the eat, have their romantic dinner, and returning to make love again, and again, and again until they slept, showered, ate, then made love again.

Eventually they called Bobby.

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"Wait, you two damaged your souls going to Hell, destroyed the brotherly parts, and somehow the brotherly feelings got into the romantic part before being destroyed completely and now you can only love each other as lovers and husbands? Well, Sam did. Yours was damaged when you went but mostly the brotherly part you tried to protect was damaged, you loved him that way, before then?" Bobby asked to clarify, surprised but not disgusted. He'd expected it to and now he was seeing the damage and so were they. He could live with this, as long as he had them.

"Yes. And eventually he'll be a demon, well, not possessed but more like Lucifer, Ruler of Hell kind of powerful but with a human soul inside, damaged but still keeping him human like." Dean explained.

They were in Bobby's study and they were being honest with the man.

Who was taking this really well, surprisingly.

"I got that part. How soon?" Bobby asked and Sam shrugged.

"Cas didn't say, we should ask though." Sam said looking at Dean. "I know I asked Dean this but I have to ask you, too. If I turn out to be one of the evil ones, I want you to kill me. If Dean can't. But make sure I'm bad first, don't just kill me, okay? I could be good, Dean thinks I will be and I have faith in his opinion." Sam looked Bobby in the eye when he said this.

"I will, if he won't but only if we agree it's necessary, promise, Sam. Don't want to kill my son either." Bobby agreed worried, poor Sam, he had fought so hard to be good and to not let the demon blood win and yet he now had no choice. It wasn't Sam's fault and Bobby damn sure wasn't going to blame him for it either. "I'll love you no matter what, Sam. Demon or not. You'll still be my son. I'm sorry about the damages you two have to deal with."

"We don't miss them, those feelings. We're okay this way, husbands. We just want you to be, too. If not, we could go and visit frequently if it makes you more comfortable with it. You'll still be our adopted father, no matter what. That feeling is still there, always was, always will be." Dean said and smiled, taking Sam's hand. "We love you, Bobby."

"No need to leave, you two can stay as long as you like. You lost your brotherly stuff saving the world over and over and yet you still found a way to love each other through it all, I thank God for that. You deserve this. I know you won't be the same, Sam, and I know you will be cooler and a bit colder, less empathetic and sensitive, but don't worry, I won't take offense." Bobby said and Sam looked at him curiously.

"Why would you? It's how I feel, you know I love you and I won't harm you. Not soulless just different. Why would I feel guilty for that?" Sam asked, not seeing it as wrong to feel this way.

Bobby looked at Dean and shrugged, moments like now were a prime example of ways Sam would be different now. It was disconcerting to see the purely good, conscientious, shy and sensitive Sam gone but he had some of that still in there and he loved them, so it was okay. "No reason, you're right, Sam. It doesn't matter."

"I know." Sam said and they all smiled with him as he kissed Dean's cheek softly, eyes soft. "So we stay here until I change and then…" He looked around. "You're too well warded in here. I won't be able to take a step without getting caught in a trap."

"You both won't be able to avoid that." Cas said appearing behind them.

"Huh?" They turned to see Cas looking at them very unhappily.

"Sit down, Dean, I have to check something. I felt it before but now I have to be sure." Cas said and Dean obeyed, taking the belt Bobby offered to bite down on. Soon Cas's hand was in his chest, too. He pulled it out and sighed. "I was right."

"About what, Cas?" Bobby asked worried.

"Dean was demonic when I grabbed him from Hell, already a demon. I managed to fix his soul, thought I bled the demon part out of it. But I didn't. I just…slowed it down." He looked at Dean sadly, "You'll be a demon soon after Sam is. Your demon is growing in you as well."

"And when will this happen?" Sam asked and Cas looked at him now.

"Two weeks, maybe less. For you. For Dean, closer to a month, unless you speed it up with blood from you, that would make it faster for him." Cas said softly, "I knew you would want to do this change together so I looked into it."

Dean looked up at Sam and smiled, "I change when you do. Promise me!" He kissed his husband softly. "No half ways for us, Sammy, all or nothing."

"All, baby, I'll use my blood to change you right after I do." Sam agreed and hugged his husband now. "Cas, can you fix something for us?"

"What is that?" Cas said.

"Let Bobby keep his memories but erase all traces of Sam and Dean Winchester from those who ever knew us but Bobby. Let us be Dean Fitzpatrick and Sam Wesson, Hunters for years and Husbands. Rid us of all of the rest of the brotherly traces in our lives but those that Bobby remembers. We are his sons, we want to keep that part." Sam asked and Cas smiled.

"That would simplify things, with you becoming Demons now. You keep yours, Bobby, I'll wipe and fix the rest. What about the Impala?" Cas asked.

"Let it belong to Dean Fitzpatrick now." Dean said happily and Cas nodded, preparing to do what they asked. It was a good idea and would keep the timeline intact. The changes they were going to go through would have shredded this timeline and this way it would be safe forever now, with no Sam or Dean Winchester existing anymore here. It would also ruin Raphael's plans.

Dean Fitzpatrick met Sam Wesson when they were hunting as teens. Fell in love, dated secretly. Parted when Sam went to school and got back together when Dean showed up to see Sam for some reason. He left Jess and went with Dean, Jess lived this way, didn't die, good thing done here, too.

Dean went to Hell for his lover, made the deal to save Sam from Azazel, same things happened but different players, no broken timeline here yet. Cas gets him back, and Sam still goes crazy with Ruby and the demon blood, apocalypse and vessels happened to them, not as brothers but as lovers caught in Heaven's war. Cas still gets Sam out with his damaged soul, they deal with the damage, get married, go demon, yep, timeline still intact.

Raphael is still trying to get the lovers to kill each other for his apocalypse. Victims they saved remember lovers, not brothers. Women, other Hunters, people they know personally, know them as partners and lovers, not brothers as well. One alteration, same events, and when they go demon, the timeline stays solid as it had always been.

Good thinking, Sam. Cas thought, that is one smart human.

He went to do it. It took days to get to everyone and get it right but, at the end of it, it was done. He headed back to tell them the good news.

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"You are no longer Winchesters. They are gone. John never had children with Mary. Azazel still bled in your mouth, Sam, I couldn't change that but that mother didn't die the way Mary did. She slept through it. You got into hunting when one of your friends was murdered by demons." Cas said explaining the shifted reality now. He touched Sam's head and he now saw two sets of memories but could easily tell them apart. The Winchester ones felt real, the others did not.

Cas did the same with Dean and Bobby, giving them the necessary knowledge to deal with the new reality while keeping the real ones and knowing they were the real ones and not the manufactured ones Cas had created.

"We good now?" Dean asked and smiled, "Thank you, Cas. For everything. Oh, we found the bones."

"You did?" Cas asked, glad to be free of Crowley soon.

"Yep, they're in Bobby's basement. We went and got them yesterday. Dean even flew." Sam said proudly and Dean glared at him irritably. "I drugged him; he slept the whole way there and back." He kissed his husband softly now and Dean stopped glaring, "Sorry, baby, I figured you'd prefer it to white knuckling it the whole time."

"You weren't wrong. I preferred being knocked out to that." Dean sighed, "The drugs made me feel muddled last night, I hate that feeling."

"I remember, I also remember they did something to your libido, too, when we got back." Sam smiled at the memory. They'd made love for hours after the drugs wore off. They were better than Viagra.

"I dimly recall." Dean teased and even Bobby laughed at the punch Sam gave his arm for that remark. "Abuser. He abused me, you saw it!" He smiled up at Sam and winked.

"You haven't seen abused yet, you brat." Sam teased back and they smiled happily at the thought of where that led. Hmmm, so many ideas in one sentence.

"Motel. You can do the monkey sex but I'm not playing Kink club in here, you two were loud enough last night!" Bobby said fearfully, no more getting louder; last night's level was bad enough.

"I'll gag him, don't worry." Sam said and Bobby looked at Sam steadily.

"Then you'd better gag yourself, too. Cause you get as loud as he does." Bobby pointed out and they laughed together.

"Fine, motel. I don't do gags, baby. I do however like things in my mouth." Sam leered at Dean's crotch and Dean chuckled. "Yeah, you do. Such a talented man you are." He said softly and turned to look at Cas. "We should burn the bones soon. Before he figures out they're missing."

"We should do that now." Cas suggested and they headed down to the basement.

To kill Crowley once and for all.

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Soon the bones were on fire and Crowley glared at them from a Devil's trap. Then screamed and burnt up with his bones, his body in flames and leaving nothing but ash where he had once sat.

Purgatory was safe and Cas was free of his deal.

Now they just had to wait for the demon changes to happen.

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Cas and Bobby watched and worried.

It had been over a month now.

This morning Sam had woken up screaming in pain, and his body felt like it was tearing itself apart.

They had sedated him immediately and put him in the panic room with Dean. Cas felt him changing rapidly now, soon he would be changed and then they'd see if he was good or not. That's why Cas was here. In case they had to kill the two new demons going to be born in Bobby's panic room. Both men hoped they wouldn't have to.

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It broke Dean's heart to see Sam so broken and not be of any help. His only condolence was soon he would be going through it too. Dean could feel the changes in himself already, had for days now. He ached already and his blood felt hotter in his veins. He had little fangs coming in and his eyes were different now, glowing slightly, green, like the 'Go' lights at a stop light.

"It's alright, Sammy, I'm here. Shhh, I got ya." He soothed as Glowing hazel eyes stared up into his, Sam was bigger now, almost overly muscled now, twice as wide as he used to be body wise. His mouth was fuller, sexier in Dean's opinion, small fangs showed in his mouth, they slid down and up rapidly now, making his mouth hurt more now. He felt like he was on fire now.

"Dean, hurts." Sam whimpered and Dean held him close as his body clenched in pain. "Hurts, burns." He cried and closed his eyes to the agony he was feeling. "Stay, please?"

"Never leaving you, we'll be the same soon, baby, don't worry. Can I go ask Cas how much longer?" Dean asked hating to leave Sam this way but having to.

Sam cried harder now, biting back a scream. He nodded, "Hurry back."

Dean ran to the door and they opened it.

"How much longer, Cas?" Dean asked panicked, "He's hurting worse, it's killing him."

"Not much longer." Cas said and sighed, "Once it changes him, he'll feel fine again."

"I hope so." Dean said and Sam screamed his name again. Dean went to him immediately and Cas locked the door for them.

"How soon?" Bobby asked, Poor Sam.

"Two hours, give or take." Cas said, "Depends on Sam."

"On Sam doing what?" Bobby asked suspiciously.

"Dying, of course." Cas said, "His mortal body must be fully consumed by the demon blood, the demon taint. The human part, all but his soul itself will die then be restarted as a demon one, of course." Cas patted his shoulder soothingly, "It will hurt but he'll still be Sam, don't worry."

"I hate the thought of him dying is all." Bobby said sadly, "Love that boy."

"Not permanently, only briefly. For barely a minute at most." Cas reassured him.

"Good. I hate to see him in pain." Bobby said as Sam arched painfully off the bed and Dean held him so he wouldn't fall to the ground from it.

Two hours later, it came to an end and then it was Dean's turn.

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"Dean, baby." Sam said softly, getting weaker now as the pain and burning got worse. He knew this feeling, he's felt it before, but without the pain and burning though. He was dying. He must have to die first for the change to finish. Huh. He hadn't thought of that. "Dying, Dean. Sorry, it…be back for you." Sam whimpered and felt his breathe slowing down, getting dizzy. He couldn't breathe now, strange, he could feel though, just less and less. "Love you." Then he felt the darkness take him.

"Sam! No! Don't die! Please!" Dean screamed and clutched at him now, shaking him, hoping to wake him, but he knew better. He felt for a pulse and found none. Then he collapsed in tears on top of Sam's still body.

Suddenly Dean felt his chest moving again, breathing. He felt a hand on his head, brushing gently through his hair. "It's okay, baby, I'm back, said I would be. Stop crying, please?" Sam said softly.

Dean looked up quickly and saw him, really saw him.

Sam was taller, if that was possible. He was tall to begin with, now he was closer to 7 feet rather than 6'4". He had jet black wings the length of the sides of the room, huge, armored, soft but unbreakable feathers. His body was almost overly muscular, much more than it used to be. His face was more beautiful. His eyes glowed a mixture of blue and green now, lips fuller, cheek bones more defined, jawline more angular yet wide, too. Chin rounder rather than square like it used to be, and eyebrows sculpted, more arched. His hair was longer and darker, almost black but merely a darker brown.

He was so beautiful it hurt to look at him. He looked like a dark angel rather than a demon really.

"You look like an angel, Sammy, my Dark Angel is what you are now." Dean said and let him up, kissing him eagerly, "So sexy, baby, can't wait to have inside me this way, you are bigger down there, too. I like it." Sure enough, Sam was even more well-endowed than he when he had been human, if that was possible. He had been hung like a horse to begin with! Wow, Dean thought, he was so going to like this new husband of his. "Love you."

"Love you, too." Sam said and smiled gently. He took a claw, his hands could become claws if he wished it, cool; he slashed at the side of his throat and urged Dean to drink. "Drink, baby, and change with me." Dean went up and did it, taking small drinks then bigger ones. The blood tasted sweet, not bitter or coppery at all, like he remembered it tasting. More like candy, hard rock candy. He quit soon after and felt pain shoot through him and burning lava pour through his veins again. But this time it was consuming him and he couldn't do a damn thing to stop it this time.

Sam laid his husband on the cot and they held each other. This time it was Sam worrying and soothing Dean as he changed. Eventually Dean arched and screamed, Sam had to hold him down to keep him from throwing himself to the floor a few times. Crying and whimpering, biting his lip to the point of bleeding to fight the pain. Agony filled him every time he breathed now. It hurt to move too. "Sammy?" Dean couldn't see now, he was frightened. Where was Sam? "Sammy?"

"I'm here, I'm here. Don't worry, I'm here. Can't you see me?" Sam asked and Dean shook his head.

Sam looked and cried. Dean's eyes were white, all the way white. No pupil, nothing.

"Bobby!" Sam screamed and the man ran in. He paused at Sam's new look but soon recovered.

"His eyes, Bobby, what's wrong with his eyes?" Sam demanded, "Damn, I wish Cas could come in here, I could use his advice." Cas stood in the doorway and Sam looked at him. "His eyes, Cas, they're all white, completely."

"That's normal." Cas said and sighed, "Come here, Sam. Let me check something." Sam looked at Dean not wanting to leave him. Bobby motioned him off, "I got him, go let Cas check." Bobby said and Sam reluctantly went to the angel. Cas touched his forehead and chest where his soul still was. Sam could feel it still there. Strange. It felt light not dark. Hmm. Soon he let go and stood back smiling. "You are a Pinfore. A good demon long thought extinct, one has not existed for centuries. Not since the crusades killed them all. They were murdered by the soldiers of the church as evil but weren't evil at all. They were protectors of man, helpers to us angels. We tried to save them but we couldn't keep doing that without exposing ourselves and risk them doing the same to us. So we had to allow it. Now you are one. Godly demon with a human soul inside it. Not evil at all. That means he won't be either." Cas said as Sam looked anxiously on as Dean arched and screamed for Sam. "Any thoughts of rage, violence, or killing anything. Maiming, anything like that?"

"No, feel like myself, just better I suppose. I have to go, Cas, he needs me." Sam went to Dean and soothed him now. "I'm here, baby, I'm here. So sorry it hurts, so sorry." He wiped the tears from beneath the tightly clenched eyes, Dean's teeth gritted tightly together now.

Dean's body was changing in front of him, muscles multiplying and forming, face the same but with subtle changes, lips poutier, eyelashes longer, cheekbones more defined, chin rounder, jaw a little wider, hair growing longer as he watched. He lifted Dean's body and wings gradually grew, small white and black ones at first then bigger and wider, then longer. Soon they were like Sam's, exactly like Sam's except white with back feather along the bottom, silver along the edges, shimmery not dark like Sam's. He glowed softly. He was taller now, Sam's height now, almost 7'. His hair was spun gold, mixed with Ash blonde and some highlights of gold, like real gold. Sam had never seen real gold on a person before, it was beautiful.

All the while, Sam held the man, soothing him as best he could and let him cry, moan, whimper, and scream as he had to as the agony and burning ate at him, consuming his humanity, all but his soul that is, the rest was human no more. Dean was beauty in silver and gold, black and white wings, and perfect in every way now. Soon he breathed out, "Dying, Sammy. Love you!" Dean moaned out, still unable to see. He could feel him though, soft touches and kisses reminding him Sam was still there. "Stay."

"Staying." Sam promised into his ear. "You are so beautiful, Dean, if you could see yourself, so beautiful and full of light!" And he was, Sam knew this. Dean held the light, Sam the dark. They balanced each other. Yin to Yang. Complete only when together. Now it showed and Sam loved him so much, wanted Dean to see it, too. He also prayed Dean could see when he woke up. As soon as he died, that is.

Dean struggled to breathe now and soon failed. He went still in Sam's arms and tears still filled Sam's eyes, even though he knew Dean would wake in a moment. Dean was dead, only for a minute, sure, but it still hurt to see him this way. "Wake up, baby, please? I can't bear to see you de…so still."

He felt the chest rising under his touch again and a chuckle shook there, "I believe the word you meant to say was dead." Dean said, and caught the thought before he could speak it, "Don't think things you'd rather I not say. It was your own fault." He let Sam pull him up to stand and kiss him now, deep and full of relief now. Life affirming even. "I was worried, too." Then he had a thought, "I can read your mind, Sammy, literally read your mind! Wow, and may I say you are definitely having some naughty thoughts there. I don't look that good, do I?" Sam nodded and went to the door. The others opened it and Sam went to a full length mirror Bobby had in the corner.

Dean looked at himself and lost his breath. He was resplendent. He was as tall as Sam now, just as muscled, but his hair was golden, blonde, pure blond, not his old color at all, with real gold spun through it, or seemed to be. His face was different, too. Not too much but noticeably. Angelic even. His wings were huge, white with black at the bottom, silver woven through the feathers.

No wonder Sam was having naughty thoughts, he sure was, too. Damn he was beautiful!

Sam came up beside him to look at them together. Sam so dark and Dean so light now. Yin, Yang. Dean thought Sam was beautiful, too.

"So beautiful, too, Sammy! We both are." Dean announced and smiled as Sam had naughty thoughts again. So he had some, too. Sam hazel glowing eyes met Dean's glowing green ones. Both turned on past all thought now.

Soon they were touching and kissing, worshipping each other urgently, tongues. Lips, mouths, hands, and bodies grasping for each other in need and want, love in there, too. Soon Dean sucked Sam hard and Sam went to work him open only to find him already open, the hole the right size and moistened already, as if it knew he was needing this. "Wow, our bodies are always ready for us to fuck now, wet and open, I like it. Do you feel my desire calling to you?"

"Yes, I have to have you now. You, need you, love you, take me please!" Dean begged and Sam did, finding the hole shrinking so tight onto him again but no sign of discomfort, just more intense ecstasy for both of them now. Their desires joining when their bodies did and they fucked hard and deep, faster and faster, holding them in its steel grasp as they screamed and fucked at superhuman speed and used superhuman strength to pin Dean's arms over his head and kissing him hard as their bodies pounded together, Dean's legs around his waist, urging him deeper each time, needing more.

For an hour, they were held this way and then it let them go, and Sam filled Dean with his cum repeatedly, orgasm after orgasm ripping through them, making them fuck through them all the while.

Then Dean went to prep Sam right after they were done, so hungry for him now. Dean saw Sam was like he was, wet with natural lube and stretched automatically for him to take him. Dean slid in easily, and the hole tightened around him and they got lost in it again. Cumming hard and then doing it again.

They stayed all night in the panic room, alternating making love and fucking nonstop until the sun came up and they were sated. They were not sore or aching, despite the dozens of times they done it. They tested each other's holes and shafts. Bottoms were sensitive and wet, yet tight, ready for more. Shafts got hard on command. They could control the others orgasms and their bodies and pleasures joined whenever they touched. It was like a succubus or incubus feeding but not. They were just that way for each other now. Always prepped to be entered and taken, at any time.

Damn, nice side effect.

"You're a mated pair of Pinfores; thus your desires will be joined as your thoughts will be. Good demons, like I told Sam. Helpers and Protectors of Humanity, helped Angels, too, before the Crusades killed them all. You are the first ones in centuries. Millennia even." Cas said smiling relieved. Good demons, not human anymore, but still, good. "I am glad you are okay, both of you."

"So what do we have to look forward to here, with the Pinfore thing." Dean asked as they headed up the stairs.

"Well, no sleep, you won't sleep anymore. You'll eat human food and drink but now only need it once a day, if you want to; if not, you don't have to. Your appetite for food will be light. You can pop around like I do, or fly with your wings, they work that way, like ours do. You're both immortal now, like us Angels, you won't age anymore. You'll heal almost instantly of any wounds now. You will be stronger, faster, and more powerful than any demon or baddie could ever dream of being. You are telepathic, both of you. You can hear thoughts from others, you can sense, smell, and track all manner of evil thing ever existing. You should have swords, too, like us Angels do. Think of needing a sword and see what happens." Cas explained, "Clearly your sex drives will be insatiable and stronger, didn't know that was an effect of this change, hmmm. Anyway, sword yet?"

"Yep, got one." Sam said proudly, his long sword drawn, gleaming with power, silver and with a black and silver hilt. Dean held up his, also a long sword but this time, gold bladed with gold and white hilt. The swords matched their owners and glowed with power, their power.

"Love this sword." Dean said testing it in the air. It was balanced perfectly to his hand.

"More than mine?" Sam said pulling him in for a kiss. He gave Cas a look. "Where's Bobby?"

"Sleeping, you kept him up all night." Cas explained and smiled as they kissed hard and ran out the car.

"Where…fuck!...love the way you kiss my neck with your teeth…like you're trying to eat me rather than kiss me…love it." Dean moaned, "What are we doing?" he smiled when he felt his pants being worked off and he fell into the backseat of the Impala. Sam soon joined him and smiled as he slid smoothly into his husband…again.

"Impala Sex." Sam moaned as he worked up his rhythm and Dean stroked himself to match Sam thrusts. Sam slowed down their orgasms and they made love for an hour, then they switched, neither cumming until their power over each other allowed it, and Dean thrust into Sam, so wet and ready for him, and made love to him, too. Both delaying the orgasms until they had built up the almost painful levels and they allowed them to fill them now. Soon making love became fucking, and moans became shouts of pleasure. Hip slapped hip, flesh slapped flesh, and bodies sought release in violent ways, and they came screaming on top of the ones they already were having.

They happily collapsed in the back seat and pulled a blanket from her floor, cuddling happily. "So, we can hunt again now, we just have to pull the wings into tattoos on our backs until we let them out. We can make the glow fade if we need to so no one sees it. The rest we can't change but we can still hunt. Want to start again, my demon lover, my beautiful husband, my gorgeous mate, hmmm, you up for it?" Dean asked wondering, it would be good to be able to help others more now.

"Hunting sounds great." Sam said softly and thrust into him again now, showing him just what he was up for. Then he stopped and rode Dean, and they went hard and rough, the car rocking side to side almost flipping over as they fucked and came screaming again, Dean filling Sam so full of him again, claiming him again, unable to stop until Sam came too. Both came two more times from watching each other cumming for them as well.

The car thudded to the ground and the car bounced as it hit the hard dirt. The men laughed as they were bounced around and came one more time, Dean had not had time to pull out of Sam when the car did its thing and they felt the car's movements impaling them together, making them cum uncontrollably again, until they cuddled again and this time stayed that way, smiling happily again, not even sore or achy.

Soon they dressed and headed inside. Bobby was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. "I was on the third story, and behind 10 layers of thick steel and two doors, and I still heard you having sex, I don't know what this demon thing did to you but damn! Sign me up, the sex would be great, if I could find a gal to have it with." Bobby admitted and then he turned to look at them, almost dropping the pan. He hastily put it on the stove and stared now.

"We're so pretty now." Sam said smugly and Dean smiled. Sure, shy Sam was gone, but this new Sam had more than enough confidence for him. He was confident and almost arrogant. He lacked some social skills but he could pretend those. He did love Dean to the point of obsession as did Dean feel the same for him. He had trouble with empathizing but, hey, sometimes Dean did, too. He could fake that, too.

"Yeah, uh, I mean, wow, yeah. You look so different now, both of you, nothing like yourselves!" Bobby said and got closer. "I had to look at your eyes to see who each of you were. So light and so dark, too. Wow!" he hugged them anyway, careful of the wings now. "You're both so…beautiful!"

"Yeah, we saw that earlier." Dean said blushing and sighed, he'd miss Sam blushing.

"Well, I see you still have a good sex life, so that's a plus." Bobby said and Sam had the grace to blush slightly, a soft pink. Dean breathed a sigh of relief, Yeah, it wasn't like Sam used to blush but it was a blush, he could live with that.

"Sorry we disturbed you. We…lost track of stuff. When we're together now, it's so much more intense that it ever was between us. So different. Sorry, we'll leave if it bothered you too much and changed your mind about us living here." Dean said sadly, Sam moved closer, upset at losing Bobby, too.

"Not saying that, no moving out. I could care less about the sex stuff, have it as much as you like, just don't use it as a reason to leave. I want you to stay here. I love you boys. Just don't move out." He looked around the living room casually and smiled. "You notice you walked through several traps there and not once got stuck in one?"

They turned and looked. So traps had no effect, hmm. They put some salt in with holy water and drank it, nothing but a nasty taste, no burning, nothing. They let Bobby do every test and none of them bothered them at all. They were immune and demonic. Good thing they were good demons, or Bobby would have been…well, they hated to think they'd have hurt him, so they ended that thought right then.

"We're yours to command, Bobby, point us where to go and give us a case. You're the boss now." Dean said and teased, "Bobby's Angels, I like the name." Dean looked serious now, "Look, we know we're super-powered here and you know our powers, Cas probably told you. So just give us jobs, we'll do them, report back, and come home. You tell us where to go, Bobby. We trust you to do that for us. We want to hunt."

"Well, I do have a possible demon thing. Omens, stuff like that. Seems like more than one, too. You could do that, being higher level demons like you are now." Bobby smiled, "So I say Hunt and you do it, right? Otherwise, you stay here, not find hunts for yourselves?"

"Yep, well, if we find one, we'll tell you, then see if you want us to do it. We want you in charge, please?" Sam begged and Bobby nodded finally.

"Okay, boys." Bobby agreed, "Take this demon case and call me with how it's going." The boys hugged him happily and went up to pack. They soon came down and he handed them some money. "This is for motel and food. No booze, Dean. If you work for me, no more drinking, got it?" He eyed the boy. "You have a drinking problem and you need to quit."

"Yes, sir. I quit right now. No drinking. So no hustling pool or credit card scams?" Dean couldn't believe this but he'd asked for it.

"No, no more of that. Play pool or whatever but no more illegal stuff, at least the hustling stuff." Bobby said, "You have enough of a criminal record, don't make it worse." He smiled kindly at them, "I got money stashed in the Caymans that would make your brains burst if you knew how much. I just saved it for when I'd need it. I set you up with bank accounts under your new names, you have credit cards that are really yours now, and licenses, social security cards and birth certificates, the whole legit shebang. Keep them safe." He handed them each a packet and they gave him their old ID's and put the new ones in their wallets. "Your fake ID's should still be in your trunk, so use them if you have to. Be careful." Bobby said and they went to leave.

"Love you, Bobby, Dad." Dean said waving and Sam repeated the sentiment, waving, then shut the door behind them softly. He went to the door and watched them leave. Afterward, he went to the study and looked at his cup of whiskey, not touching it. Then he stood, carried it to the kitchen and dumped it in the sink, then got the alcohol he had stashed throughout the house and dumped it too.

He'd realized something. Dean wasn't the only one with a drinking problem. He had one, too. So if Dean was willing to try quitting, then he could, too. It felt good to be sober again.

Now he just had to man the phones to see how the case went.

Bobby's Angels.

He liked it, too.

He got himself a coffee instead and thumbed through the book in front of him, waiting.

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