AN: Okay, so first off I just want to clarify something that was said in the last chapter. Many people had pointed it out to me (prolly should've predicted it because let's face it we're Supernatural fans and we know everything about it). Dean had said in the last chapter that Lucifer was the king of Hell. This is not true, Crowley is, I do know this I had Dean say this for a reason, because it is going to lead to something in this chapter. But, I just wanted to clear it up because I didn't want anyone thinking that I had no clue what I was talking about I hope this didn't sound rude or anything; Don't mean for it to.
AN: Anyways, here is the next chapter. It's kind of short but I basically just wrote it on my lunch break at work and wanted to get something up to clear up the mistake Enjoy!
"So, we finish the trials and I go back to normal?" Sam asks after Dean finishes telling him everything Kevin said on the phone. Dean nods his head. "But in order to finish the trials, I have to kill the king of Hell?"
"Which is impossible. We can't kill Lucifer," Dean says, throwing his hands up in the air. Sam looks over at his brother confused.
"What are you talking about?" he asks, his eyebrows pinched together. Now it's Dean's turn to look confused. "Dean, Lucifer isn't the king of Hell. Crowley is. Don't you remember him bragging about it?"
"Son of a Bitch," Dean mutters, angry at his mistake. He should've known that.
Sam watches his brother. It isn't like him to forget something that important. Sam begins to worry about his brother, knowing something is wrong. Dean notices the look of concern pass over his brothers' face.
"What?" he asks Sam, a scowl on his face.
"It's not like you to forget something like that," Sam states, watching his brother closely.
"Well, I've had my mind on other things lately," Dean says dismissively, turning away from his younger brother. Sam furrows his eyebrows.
"On what? We haven't had a case all week," Sam points out. You made sure of that, Sam thinks to himself.
"Just…Don't worry about it Sam," Dean says, already wanting to take the comment back.
"No, no Dean. You're not getting off the hook that easily," Sam says, taking a few steps towards his brother.
"Sam," Dean warns, but Sam ignores it.
"What could be occupying your mind so much that you would forget an important detail like that Dean?" Sam pushes, tilting his head to try to see his brother better and resting a hand on his shoulder, but Dean refuses to turn around.
"You Sam," Dean all but yells as he turns around swiftly, biting his tongue immediately after. He hadn't wanted to say that out loud.
"What?" Sam asks, eyes wide in surprise. Dean looks bewildered that his little brother still doesn't get it.
"I don't know about you but everything else doesn't seem as important when my brother is bleeding to death every time he coughs," Dean says angrily, shaking his head. He isn't really angry at Sam; he is angry he set himself up for this chick flick moment.
"It's not that bad Dean," Sam says, trying to calm his older brother down. Dean is getting angry and Sam is trying not to yell back. He knows it is just Dean's defense mechanism for things like this.
"Really? Tell that to your bloody clothes from last night," Dean argues, the scowl returning to his face. Sam sighs. Dean has a point. If they're roles were reversed he would be saying the same stuff Dean is.
"Okay, so things can be better. But you shouldn't let this get to you…"
"Seriously? Of course this is gonna get to me," Dean cuts in as he looks at his brother in bewilderment. He receives a patented Sam Winchester Bitch-face and he bites his tongue.
"You shouldn't let this get to you so much that you start making mistakes. This time no one got hurt because of it, but next time you could end up hurt…or worse," Sam says, looking at his brother firmly.
"I'm not losing you again Sammy," Dean says in return, his jaw set and determination on his face.
"You're not going to," Sam reassures his brother, his voice calming.
"You better hope so because if you check out on me, I'll just end up following you," Dean says, turning away from his brother once again.
"Dean…"
"I should go get breakfast. I'm starving," Dean says, turning around and exiting his room. Sam sighs, watching his brother leave. He hopes they finished this last trial soon. Otherwise he isn't sure who is going to get killed first, him or his brother.
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"No, Dean," Sam says, shaking his head adamantly.
"Why not? It's a good plan," Dean argues, looking pointedly at his brother.
"It's a stupid plan," Sam counters, a scowl on his face as he glares at his brother.
"It's better than nothing," Dean replies, throwing his hands up and sitting back in his chair.
"Until Crowley kills you for being you," Sam says, leaning forward in his own chair.
"At least it'll distract him long enough for you to kill him," Dean replies, sitting up and looking directly at his brother.
"I'm not using you as bait," Sam says adamantly, shaking his head again.
"You're not. I'm using me as bait," Dean argues, pointing his finger at his brother.
"Dean…"
"Sam…"
The two brothers sit at the table starring each other down. Neither one of them willing to back down and let the other win this fight. Sam breaks the silence first, leaning towards his brother further.
"It's not happening. Find another way Dean," he says, getting up from his seat and going to his room.
"Like hell it's not," Dean grumbles, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat once again.
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Sam closes his bedroom door and tries to shove his anger down. He hates that his brother always feels the need to sacrifice himself for others, especially him. A look of determination comes onto Sam's face and he pulls out his phone, dialing a number. Putting it to his ear, he waits for it to be answered. He's not disappointed.
"Hello?"
"Garth? I need your help," Sam says with determination.
AN: Please review and let me know what you all think! I really appreciate the reviews! Thanks for reading!
