Hi there... One day a fic idea swept by and I really didn't feel like letting it go. Now... I'm not english, so could be that something doesn't always sound sane... but I'm trying my best and got a nice little Sifi beta who is looking over the chapters... I'm not sure when it will be finished but it will be finished sometime... Hope someone will read and review.. :) Pretty please :)

-GAME OVER-

Chapter one)

-Changed –

"Dean, don't you think you should let me drive for awhile? You have been driving for 24hours straight!" Sam looked worried over at his brother who sat motionless, clinging to the steering wheel, looking at the long and endless road in front of them.

"No" Dean answered back without taking his eyes of the road.

"Dean… how many times do I have to tell you this…? You couldn't have done anything, and we killed the demon… how much more can you expect from yourself…? Now let me drive or you'll get both of us killed!"

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Ever since John had been possessed by the demon, and after that car crash everything had changed. Well, not everything. As soon as Sam and Dean were out of any danger John left. Not saying a word to anyone, not leaving a message. He just left. Even though the boys knew that John leaving was inevitable, they were still just boys hoping that their father would stick around for a little bit longer.

The boys went on with their lives as nothing had happened.

Sam didn't notice anything unusual at first, but after a few hunts he knew something was off with Dean. The hunts went well enough all things considered, and Dean still had his witty banter, but sometimes he just froze up. The first time was in one of the many motel rooms. They were preparing themselves for another hunt, Sam was doing some research on the computer, and Dean was sitting on his bed preparing a bag full of weapons, rock salt and everything else that could come in handy. Sam had noticed the unusual silence in the room after a while. Usually Dean would put on the TV just to have something to watch, even if there were nothing on. Sam had turned and looked at Dean who sat paralyzed on his bed with his .9mm in his right hand. His head was a little bit tilted to the left and his eyes looked out into the nothingness of the room.

When Sam asked what it was, Dean snapped out of it and made a joke about him having one of his usual daydreams with one of the girls form last night. Sam wasn't sure if he believed that or not, he could feel that something was off. After a while Sam started to notice that Dean froze more and more frequent… not only in the motel room, but when they were on hunts too. He never dared to bring it up though. Instead Sam made up a lie to please himself, telling himself that Dean was just trying to be careful.

It was now 6 months since they started to hunt again, but it was only the last hunts Sam had really noticed remarkable changes in Dean. They had stumbled into a few bad ones lately, and people had gotten hurt. Sam realized that there was nothing they could have done about it… It was demons, they are unpredictable bastards and sometimes innocent got hurt, it was just a part of their job. Dean on the other hand seemed to blame himself. Not that he actually told Sam that he did, but after over a year and a half on the road together Sam would have been blind not to notice Dean's feelings of guilt.

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"No" Dean answered again. "Driving calms me okay?"

Sam gave Dean one of his I don't get you looks, that he had given his brother many times before and turned his eyes back onto the road.

How can he order me to let him drive? I don't care how long I have driven; I'll drive as long as I feel like driving. And I'm not going to get us killed either, at least not while I'm driving… Before when I had to hunt on my own I used to drive for days just to catch up to the demons. Since I asked Sam to join in I have let my guard down… letting him do too much. I've been on the lazy side. That's the reason he got hurt, because I have been dozing of in the passenger seat, because I have been having time to relax, instead of always being on alert if something were to happen. And how can he tell me that it's not my fault. Of course it's my fault, it's entirely my fault. Sam wasn't even there, he doesn't know anything.

The image of that young boy been dragged away down the hallway while Dean lay between shatters wooden pieces of what used to be a little table with a vase on it, played over and over again in his head.

Why did I have to hesitate? I never hesitated before. It used to be killing first ask questions later. Now it seems like at the time that innocent needed me the most I fail. Instead of shooting the demon bastards right between the eyes I freeze up. Dean, get a freakin grip of your self. You call yourself a hunter and all you can do is getting innocent killed. A chill went down his back as his own thoughts reminded him of what his father could have said.

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After a while Dean finally seemed to drop his shoulders, ease the grip on the steering wheel and it actually looked like he was starting to relax a little. Sam looked over at Dean feeling a little more at ease seeing that his brother looked a bit more like his old self again.

"So did you ever say where we were going?" Dean asked as he met Sam's look, and tried to sound as casual as he could.

"Not really sure I did," Sam replayed as he pulled out some notes from a brown envelope.

"Where did you get that anyway?" Dean looked over at the unfamiliar envelope. When Sam had woken him up and told him that they had to go, he had bounced out of the bed and headed straight to the car not even asking who, what, where, why or when?

There were three pages. The first page was a little handwritten note "get here fast before anyone else gets hurt", then there was some directions not described by road names, but "turns left, 20miles, turn right, 55miles." The second and third pages were two already filled out forms fore something called "The Game".

"So… looks like you are Dean Simmons, and I am Sam Lockhart." Sam looked up from the papers and over to Dean. "Hey… do you remember Mrs. Simmons"

Dean started to laugh.

"How can I forget… we pulled the best pranks on her! Poor old woman"

"Well… you can't expect anything less when you are living next door to a couple of Winchester boys now can you"

"So true Sam! So what's this game thing we are going to… not some geeky thing you have cooked up I hope?" Dean looked over with a suspecting look, covering a little grin.

"Now why would I do that Dean…? Honestly… I don't know anything more than you do except the little information in these registration forms." Sam turned the page of his form checking if there were some more information but it was blank.

"Ok?" Dean raised his right eyebrow. "So… what's on the forms then?"

"Nothing much really…Name, age, birthplace, it says mother is deceased and father missing. Person to contact if anything were to happen during the game is John Simmons for you and John Lockhart for me…That makes sense… Our contact person is our missing dad"

"Hah… Yeah… like anyone could get a hold of him… I'm sure if something were to happen that he wouldn't know it until he found us lying in some demon nest."

Sam could see that Dean went from joking to becoming serious. After the last time John had left and not once gotten in touch with either him or Dean, it seem like Dean had turned on his Dad, and now talked about him the way Sam used to. Sam tried to shift subject.

"Think we are supposed to go straight ahead Dean…" Sam looked over the descriptions to double check.

"Sam, there is nothing but trees and bushes there… we have to turn left" "That is where we are going… don't blame me, I didn't write this…"

"Are you sure Sam…? I'll kill you myself if you are reading the directions wrong and guiding the car into one of those trees"

"I'm sure Dean… I have double checked… Twice"

Dean grinned. He took a firm grip around the steering wheel as he got himself ready to crash into a wood full of trees and bushes. Now… He could have slowed down to actually check if there were any kind of path or road nearby, but if the directions said straight ahead, he'd go straight ahead. He pushed the gas pedal down and felt the wheels grip the asphalt, pushing the car forward with a rush of speed.

Sam looked over at his brother; this is so not a good idea! His hands grasped whatever they could hold on to preparing for impact as the car flew through the bushes.

Ok so far... this thing changes a bit into the chapters... and I myself think it getts better... at least chapter 4 and 5 are okey me thing as I'm getting into the story myself... I'll keep on writing... Hopeing for some r&r :)

-CatBeist