Over breakfast, Sam confided in Dean that he'd kept detailed files on the cases he'd worked, including the bit about the ghost drive he'd created, and two unknown files that he'd yet to hack. Dean had went ballistic, citing the last time Sam had messed with his past he'd hit the floor in bad impression of a fish out of water.

"Dean, it's important. The case files on the hard drive are regular monster stuff and everything me and Samuel learned about alpha's and purgatory, but the ghost drive is different. I think there might even be a connection to the lost souls as well." This made Dean sit back and ponder a bit.

"So you think if you can hack the ghost drive files that you'll be able to figure out what's going on with the souls and how to find purgatory." Sam nodded.

"There's more."

"Always is."

"From what everyone has told me, when I came back I made it to Bobby's and I was alone. Then I went off, alone again, found the Campbell's, hunted with them, then brought you in. But, according to the ghost drive about the time I find the Campbell's I have two sets of files that pop onto the drive. One is earlier, from the year I came back in named HBIS#1, and a separate set called MJIS#1, which appeared on the drive about eight months ago." Dean frowned.

"Who the hell is it?"

"Exactly."

"It would have to be one of the Campbell's. Other than me and Bobby, they're the only ones you were around." Dean paused, thinking about it and then said, "The only ones you didn't kill at least." Sam let the sarcastic comment slide.

"I thought so to, so I checked all the files and as far as I can tell I was the only one who used a computer to track my cases and theirs. So odds are it's not a Campbell." Sam leaned in, both hands spread on the table. "Only thing that makes sense Dean ... I hunted with someone else, someone who I must have met very close to the day I came back."

Dean sat there staring at Sam in shock. That someone could very well know exactly what happened to Sam, the condition he'd been in when he got out, how he got out, where he came out at. Sam had little knowledge of it prior to Death's wall in his head, or at least he'd said he didn't. Dean looked at Sam hard.

"Sam, I know you want answers, but it's dangerous. You hunted for year before you came to me, and it took almost a year to get your soul back. You go off on a hunt trying to find the answers and you're likely to get yourself killed. Let Bobby look into it when we get there, see what he can come up with." Sam shook his head.

"I'm the only one of us that can figure out how to hack my own computer Dean. I have to do this. But, I need you behind me. Need you to be there to pull me back if I get to close to the edge again." Dean understood. Somehow this person knew things that Sam didn't, and could very well be the one who pulled Sam out.

"You thinking demon?" Sam nodded.

"Would have to be right? I mean Crowley said he pulled me out, so must be a demon. Maybe I knew, maybe I didn't."

"Or maybe you just didn't care." Sam sighed at his brother's brutal honesty.

"Maybe. Only one way to find out though." Dean nodded.

"Ok, we do this. But," Dean raised a finger at Sam," I have conditions." Sam nodded, knowing this was coming.

"One, you take those pills every day."

"Dean, I don't ..."

"Sam, I'm serious here. This shit could kill you and this time for good. There's no coming back anymore for us, we've already cashed in those chips." Sam nodded.

"Ok."

"Good, second if you experience any freaky shit, you tell me, no matter how small you may think it is. I want to know exactly what is going on in that melon of yours at ALL times you understand?" Sam smiled, big brother being all protective was something you simply couldn't change in Dean, no matter the spill he gave prior to his jumping in the pit. Dean would always see his job as primarily to protect his little brother.

"Agreed, Oh Cerebral Dictator. Is that all?"

"No, if this starts going south we stop and head to Aruba where we spend the rest of our lives living on cocktails with fruit and umbrellas in them and naked women running around us on sandy beaches." Sam raised his eyebrows at Dean, who grinned wide at him.

"Chic drinks?" Dean nodded and sat back in the booth.

"Yeah, I figure cocktails will save us money."

"Really? How?"

"They count as both a drink AND a meal!" Dean snickered as he rose and dropped some bills on the table.

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