Sam sighed and rubbed his tired eyes, cursing himself for ever starting this business.

It had seemed like such a good idea. He'd never guessed it would be this difficult to keep something like this from his brother. Damn Dean and his laser attention to everything Sam.

Three days until D-Day. Three days of trying to keep it quiet, trying to keep Dean from figuring out his secret.

It would be a race all the way to the finish.

Sam turned away from his brother's searching eyes and padded quietly to his bedroom and closed the door firmly behind him.