Chapter 2

The next day started off normally or as normal as it could get for the two of them. Sam

Woke up early while Dean was still in bed and went out to a nearby diner to get Dean' s

favorite breakfast. pancakes, bacon and a slice of Dean's favorite apple pie.

Sam had decided to start building their brotherhood back up again by first starting off with small small things. So with the breakfast in hand, Sam stepped back into the motel room while Dean was in the shower.

When Dean stepped out, he noticed Sam sitting in the small kitchenette table with two loaded plates for the two of them. Dean passed him without a word to fetch a glass of orange juice from the tiny refrigerator. The two of them sat to eat breakfast in complete silence. Many a times Dean caught Sam staring at him but he carefully ignored it. After all that Sam had done, Sam couldn't possibly hope to win him over by such little gestures. "sorry Sammy", thought Dean in his mind,"I am just not ready to forgive you yet."

After the plates were cleared away, Dean went back to his bed and flipped the TV on. Sam sat at the tiny desk with his laptop booted. He stared at the screen, eyes unfocused mind clearly somewhere else, lost in his own thoughts. Both sat there like this for quite some time. Sam was just about to bring up the hunt that he had found earlier when dean said

"Why are you doing all this Sam?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"You clearly as hell know what I mean Sam."

"Well I don't know what you are talking about. I didn't do a thing."

"Yes you do Sam, this breakfast, the pie, all this, isn't gonna make up anything so you might as well stop." Dean felt he was rightful in saying that .besides , he wasn't the one who had almost killed us brother for a demonic manipulative witch and then try to make up for it by buying a friggin slice of pie .

Just then Led Zeppelin broke the silence. Broken out of his thoughts, Dean went to answer his phone. Looking at the screen, he saw it was bobby calling. "Hey Bobby. Watcha calling for?" Dean asked hiding the roughness in his tone.

"Where the hell have you idjits been? I have been trying your phone for the past 4 hours. Are you alright?" came back from the other end.

"Uh... sorry Bobby. Phone's battery got cut out. Anyways what are you calling for?"

"Well a new hunt's come up and uh. I might need some help over here. So how soon will you boys be able to haul your asses up at my place?" Bobby asked.

"Actually Bobby we aren't exactly in our best form right now since the siren. Could you ask maybe some other hunters could cover the job?"

"Come on you have got to be kidding me. You boys are the closest hunters around. That's why I called you in the first place. So are you coming or what. I am confined to this damn wheel chair or I would have gone and sorted this out on my own. So then coming or not?"

"All right Bobby, we'll be there in a coupla hours" Dean sighed tiredly.

"What did Bobby want?" asked Sam tentatively.

"Apparently some hunt's come up and the old man wants us to sort it out." Dean replied eyes fixed anywhere but at Sam. "We better start now if we want to reach there by nightfall. Start packing." Dean told Sam and started packing his duffel. Sam packed his belongings in complete silence.

The trip was long and dull. Few words passed between the two of them. Dean still wasn't willing to forgive and Sam wasn't ready to give up on asking for forgiveness. Dean sat stiff through out the ride with eyes glued straight ahead. Sam on the other end sat in the passenger seat trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. The amulet that dean had thrown away earlier in annoyance and hurt was clutched in his right end as he sat motionless looking out of the window all the time rubbing and feeling the amulet.

Sam wondered about how things between them had changed. How had they failed to notice that they weren't what they used to be before? And through all the fights how had Sam not even considered to look at things through Dean's point of view. If only he could have seen before how hurt, betrayed and alone dean had been feeling, he could have had tried to mend things between them earlier before they were reduced to an even worsened state.

The Impala screeched to a stop and the two of them got out silently. The front lights of bobby's house were still on as they stepped on the porch with their duffels. Dean knocked on the door and Bobby opened it after a few seconds.

Giving them both one armed awkward hugs he let them both in. Bobby's one arm was still in a cast and his leg was on the mend. His last hunt had left him torn up pretty bad and he was lucky his meats had survived the wendigo's attack. Stepping in the threshold Dean claimed the couch and left Sam to sleep in the spare guest room. Sam went up to his room right away and didn't come back. This left Dean and bobby alone in the room.

"So how are things between you to?" asked Bobby concern lacing in his voice.

"It's none of your business Bobby. Whatever it is we will sort it out on own. Sorry" Dean replied

"Come-on boy, why can't you just let him off the hook? Its not like he meant all those things he said in front of the siren."

"Oh really! Because I know what I said and I really meant it so I know he did too." Dean replied.

"You should just let it go and forgive him. He is your own brother after all"

"Bobby how the hell do you expects me to forgive him? I know he is my brother but that just makes it all worse. If a stranger would have said all those words to me , it would have hurt less than hearing my own brother throw back everything that I ever told him right on my face. I never should have opened up to him in the first place." Dean replied hurt evident in his voice.

"And you really think you could have got through your nightmares and memories of hell all of it just on whiskey without breaking down to anybody?" Bobby questioned

"It would have hurt less to get through it than opening up to the very person who you raised all your life and have those words thrown at you by a person who as turned into a stranger and calls himself your brother. It hurts Bobby. I mean you raise a person all your life and then the very person turns his back on you to go to a demonic witch who is a part of the evil you have hunted all your life. All those lies, the mistrust, everything is just so complicated now that I don't think I even know Sam anymore."

"Couldn't you at least give him a chance to make it up to you?" Bobby asked

Dean sighed "Bobby I don't think that even if I do we could ever - ever possibly go back to what we were before. So please just don't try to interfere. Give us some time."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a sob. Bobby and dean turned back and saw Sam standing at the foot of the staircase face etched with silent tears through it all. Dean got up, finished his beer in one swig and walked past Sam without a word off to the couch. Sam quietly wiped off his tears and headed back upstairs to the guest bed room

Bobby sighed. If only those two idjits would sort things out