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I noticed some things from I Hate Witches kinda needed a bit more detail, so I'm explaining a bit more about them here :) It bothered me, and my conscience wouldn't let me leave it alone :P

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Set between "Scarecrow" and "Faith"

Supernatural (C): Erik Kripke! :D

I only own the plot, Clare, and seasons 1-6 of SPN, 7 SPN books, a necklace that has the Impala on it and says 'Supernatural' and 'Brothers in Arms', a SPN t-shirt and John Winchester's Journal.

The Impala made its way down the rain slick highway, heading out of Salem, something the Winchesters and Bobby were glad about. They had went back to the motel, relieved to see that the cops were long gone. They noted that the body of the poor man the demon had possessed had been taken away. The coroner would have a difficult time in finding the cause of death, possibly because the man might have been dead already before the possession. But they wouldn't dismiss the bullet wound in his leg, though. John would have to dispose of his gun to make it difficult for the cops to trace it to him. Or at least, he hoped it would.

Once they had returned to the motel, they had to be quick and thorough with looking through their room, gathering everything they might have forgotten. Sam was relieved to have been able to grab Clare's possessions as well as the amulet he had given Dean for Christmas fifteen years ago. He had made sure to keep it safe after Dean had been turned into a child, taking it off his brother since it was a bit big for him to wear, hanging it around his own neck and only taking it off before he showered and when he relaxed, like he was doing prior to the demon attack. He was glad it was left right where he left it on the nightstand, and not taken for evidence. He couldn't imagine how Dean would react when he found out one of the things he cherished a lot was gone. Once they were set, John, Sam, and Bobby got back into the Impala, where Dean was quietly and patiently waiting, and set off once more.

Sam sat in backseat along with Dean, who was staring out the glass with a blank look on his face, a sign that he was deep in thought, on the right side of him, an elbow propped up on the door, his chin resting on his clenched fist. Sam noted that it was quivering slightly. He knew his brother was tense. He couldn't blame him though. Dean took the role of big brother very seriously, but now that he was blind and deaf, there was no way of knowing when his little brother was in trouble. He wouldn't be able to protect him. And that scared him to the core. It made Sam's heart ache. Dean's other hand was distraitingly caressing Clare's back as she snoozed away on his lap. John was quite as he drove the Impala, Bobby in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing back at the brothers with concern. It hurt him seeing the two boys he saw as his own sons this way. They devoted their lives to saving everyone they could, so why were they being punished for it? It just didn't make any sense.

Sam sighed, breaking the silence and shifted his attention from the rain splattered window and glanced at his brother. He nudged his shoulder slightly with his own. Dean was startled from his reverie and looked over at where he knew his brother was. Sam wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to seeing his brother's eyes so pale, but he knew he'd have to eventually.

"What?" Dean asked, his loud voice making Sam jump a little. He couldn't help it though, and Sam had no way of telling him. So that was another thing they'd have to get past. Despite Dean's voice being a bit on the boisterous side, Sam noted a tone of despair. It was enough to make him feel even more sympathetic for his big brother. "What?" Dean repeated, this time the volume of his voice matching his irritation, making Sam flinch.

Sam responded by benignly grabbing hold of Dean's wrist. At first, Dean tried to pull it away, but Sam held onto it firmly, and he had no choice but to begrudgingly give in, sighing in annoyance, rolling his eyes and muttering something about obnoxious little brothers.

Sam smirked and reached into his pants pocket, his fingers brushing against the cool, hard metal of his brother's prized amulet, taking it out and placing it into Dean's palm.

Sam's smile widened further as Dean's hardened expression brightened, recognizing the feel of the item he had literally and figuratively held dear to his heart. He felt his eyes sting with tears. One escaped and raced down his cheek. He felt a gentle thumb wiping it away. He so wish he could hear Sam saying "Your welcome, Dean" or see how Sam's eyes glistened with happy tears upon seeing him look the way he did when John had given him the Impala for his 16th birthday.

Dean quickly placed the necklace back around his neck, his index and thumb grasping the brass, horned head tenderly, his eyes closed as he relished the feeling of being reunited with his third prized possession, right after Sam and the Impala. Sam placed a comforting hand on Dean's shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze. His face then became serious as he turned to address his father.

"You said there was another witch gunning for Dean," he started. "Do you think she knows we ditched town?"

John's eyes briefly glanced back at him in the rearview mirror before going back to the bare stretch of road ahead, illuminated by the pale yellow beams of the Impala's headlights.

"I'm not sure, Sam. But we can't take the chance and say we're out of the woods."

"What are you suggesting we do then?" Bobby asked.

"Well, we find her before she finds us, obviously," John responded.

"How?" Sam asked. "We have no way of tracking any witch down."

"How'd you find the one that had taken Dean before?" John demanded.

"The GPS in Dean's phone," Sam replied simply, annoyed.

John fell silent.

"Well we can't just sit on our thumbs and wait for her to find us," Bobby said matter-of-factly.

"What other choice do we have?" Sam asked.

"Well..." John hesitated. He then fell silent, feeling two pairs of anxious eyes on him.

"Well what?" Bobby said, knowing that he wasn't going to like what was about to come out of his old friend's mouth.

"Don't get mad at me for suggesting this but...we know that the witch is after Dean, right? Maybe..."

"No." Sam instantly said, gripped Dean's arm, startling him. "We are not using Dean as bait! Why the hell would you even suggest that?" Sam's voice rose with his anger.

"I'm not hearing anyone else come up with any other ideas!" John countered. "Seems like the only option we have!"

The Impala swerved as John lost control, nearly sending them into a ditch. Sam quickly grabbed onto Dean and held him up against him. Clare woke with a yelp and dug her claws into Dean's thighs. Dean hissed, feeling four sets of sharp pinpricks. John quickly got the big car under control and continued driving.

"Geez, John," Bobby berated. "Learn to drive, will ya?"

John grumbled something under his breath. Sam rolled his eyes and turned to his still shaky brother, who had no idea what had just happened. He had shoved Clare off his lap, massaging the area where her claws had dug into his thigh. Clare watched him with eyes Sam swore looked apologetic. She was sitting, nearly leaning, against Dean's side, purring. Sam patted Dean's arm reassuringly. Dean closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly and shakily. He then nodded, signaling to Sam that he was okay. Sam kept his hand on Dean's arm though.

It wasn't long till both brothers eventually fell asleep, Dean leaning against the car door, head resting against the cool glass, Sam's head on his shoulder, hand still on his brother's arm, and Clare stretched across both of their laps, also sound asleep. John watched the scene with a heavy heart in the rearview mirror, his mind going back twenty-three years when Sam was six months old and Dean was four. It was a little after losing Mary and they were all staying in a shabby motel. He remembered how Dean used to fall asleep beside Sam on the same bed, his small hand over the little infant's heart, being the best big brother he could. He had often walked in on that same scene nearly everyday after returning late from a hunt. It had always put a smile on his face and he would quietly sit on the other bed and watch them sleep till he eventually did himself.

Now John was experiencing the opposite, watching as his sons magically switched roles, never thinking it would ever happen. But the way Sam was caring for his brother in his current condition proved him wrong. That seemed to happen a lot lately, he realized. It seemed like he was losing his touch in his old age. He scoffed at the thought.

"What's so funny?" Bobby asked quietly.

"It's just..." John laughed silently, his smile brightening his face. He then looked over at Bobby. "I kinda forgot who I'm really supposed to be."

"What're you talking about?" Bobby asked.

"All this time I've been a hunter,"

"And a stubborn son of a bitch," Bobby added, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

"Heh, true. But I'm also a father of two growing boys. I think it's about time I start acting like one and treating them like sons instead of soldiers."

"Took you long enough, you idjit," Bobby smirked.

"Shut up, old man."

"Hey, you're not much younger than me. So better watch who you're calling 'old'."

John chuckled and shook his head. Looked like this cloud had a silver lining after all.

Daaaw :D I think John and Bobby are making amends! X333 Yay!