He wanted to call. Not out of loyalty to his brother but out of need. He needed Dean right about now. The case he was working on was something only Dean could help with and no one else. It was his area of expertise. Sam had no clue what to do.

Six long months he stood in this exact spot. Sam always stood across the street from the little house. Hanging out in the tree lines in the shadow of the night had become a regular past time for him. For the first month he was here in this spot night after night. He was sure if someone really looked they would have spotted him. But when you are suppose to be trapped in Hell, no one looks for you. Though Sam was pretty sure Lisa had spotted him a couple times.

Lisa had spotted him once that he knew of. It was only days after Dean had knocked on her door. Sam was in the night shade of the back yard. Looking through the kitchen window he saw his brother eating a home cooked meal at the head of the table. He looked horrible. It was obvious he was still lost in himself. After what seemed like a quiet dinner Lisa did the dishes in the window Sam was looking through from afar. He had to admit, she wasn't bad looking. She stared absently into the dark not realizing she was looking right into Sam's eyes. All she saw was the darkness as her thoughts ran. Sam made a move to get out of her line of sight when she froze. The plate in her hand clattered back into the sink. A sharp intake of air was the only noise she made.

Dean was by her side asking what was wrong. The look in his eyes would have been enough to put fear into any man. Dean was ready to kill anything in the hopes that it would take away his pain. Lisa stammered out some nonsense but concluded it was just her imagination. With a meaningful and serious look she shot out the window Sam knew immediately that she knew he was there but she wasn't willing to give Dean up for whatever reason. He almost called Dean that night. Almost. That was six months ago.

Now Sam showed up when he could. He was hunting better now then ever before. He was a well oiled machine. He lived this life 24 hours a day. Nothing mattered to him except getting the job done.

So after six months of showing up when he could he still stood there predicting everything that would happen. It was so weird to see that people actually had these routines. That nothing changed. Sam wondered how anyone could do the same thing day in and day out and never get bored with it. He wondered how is his brother could go from sleeping in a different bed every night or sleeping the car night after night. Going from town to town could simply leave it all behind and become a routine driven man.

"You go find Lisa. You pray to God she's dumb enough to take you in. You have barbecues and go to football games. You go live some normal, apple pie life, Dean" A faint echo of a different life. Sam had said these words. He just couldn't believe Dean had actually done it. The one time Dean really listened to him.

Sam looked at his phone for the time. It was 9:20pm. The lights would start going out in ten minutes. Right again. At 9:30 all the lights were out except one. Dean and Lisa's light was still on. Typical. He would just have to wait a little while longer. So he stood there doing nothing but planning his attack. He could just barge in make a lot of noise and have Dean come down and try to kill him. He could just call. Maybe just sneak in and out and no one would even know. Looking up he knew sneaking in and out would be hard. The full moon was shinning so much light that it could have been daylight out.

Time goes by quick when you don't sleep. The hours ticked by that night. Nothing changed. The houses on the street slowly grew dark. However the outside lights were slowly being turned on. They wouldn't turn on those lights if they knew what really was in the darkness. Things they would never want to see.

Once he was pretty sure everyone around was asleep, he sprung into action. As quickly and quietly as a lion on the hunt Sam snuck across the street and walked into his brother house as he did every night he was there. The door was never unlocked. Locks only stop honest people. Crossing the thresh hold he stopped and smirked. Walking in you would think this was just some normal suburban house. But if you looked closely you could see the signs of a hunter, well ex-hunter, living here. Under the rug he just crossed over there was a devils trap painted on the underside. The vase of live flowers was sitting in holy water. The antique shot gun mounted to the living room wall Sam just passed was fully loaded with salt rounds. The list went on and on, but you had to know what you were looking for. Once a hunter, always a hunter.

Sam continued on his mission. He navigated around the plush furniture, the oh so perfect family pictures, the shoes, all the random belongings that showed yes normal people actually did live here. He knew where to go to find what he was looking for. Quickly and quietly he rounded into the kitchen and found the key box by the door. The keys to Dean's tool box. He needed to borrow something.

After acquiring the key he moved to the garage through the connecting door dead set on his mission. This set of keys led to another set of keys. The keys to the Impala.

It was obvious that Dean had wanted nothing to do with hunting again. The Impala was covered with a car cover. Not a speck of mud was to be found. It was spotless. You could eat off the car. Sam opened the trunk as quiet as possible. It creaked in protest. Sam just hoped that the one thing he needed was in that car. After popping open the hidden weapons compartment he rooted around for only a minute. If he stuck around he was sure to get caught. After realizing it wasn't there he made it look as if no one had been there. Sam crept out of the house and back across the street.

Not quite in the shadows this time, he looked at his phone. It was 1:00am. Taking one quick glance up at Dean and Lisa's room he cursed out loud. Standing in the window was his brother. If he ever wanted to be seen now was the time. Or not. He snuck back into the shadows as quick as he could. But it was too late.

Same watched as Dean changed before his eyes. In that split second he was someone else completely. One might argue he was himself again. Sam just stood there with his phone out, watching. Sam's finger was on the little button ready to call one more time. He had tried for weeks after he first got back but the calls kept going to voice mail. Eventually he just gave up.

When the light in the room turned on Sam had realized Dean had vanished. Was he coming out to check? Was he already outside watching Sam in disbelief? No he couldn't be. He would know. His brother was predictable. If he wasn't outside where was he? Sam just waited. Now would be the best time to call. If Dean were to join him now it would be because he was himself again. He was poised to dial again and stopped. Again.

The shadows that were Dean and Lisa were mingling. Now was not the time. He put his phone in his pocket and walked away.