Chapter Two: Reveal

"Sam! Get your ass down here."

Sam groaned and sat up. He had spent the better part of his day hiding in his room. Dean had been running around like a maniac and Sam was in no mood to deal with him. The nausea and exhaustion kept getting worse. When Sam didn't move any farther than the edge of his bed, he heard Dean stomping his way down the hallway. Dean burst in, looking irritated. He started to stride around Sam's room, grabbing various objects and shoving them in a duffel bag.

"Hey," Sam started to protest.

"We've got a case, man. Come on, let's go."

Sam actually stood up this time, digging into his reserves of energy. "A case? Where?"

"Florida."

Sam groaned again. "Nothing good happens in Florida."

"Right." Dean left, carrying Sam's bag and smiling to himself. Sam watched him go, suspicion starting to stir in his stomach. That was Dean's too innocent face. He was up to something.

A few days later, Sam and Dean crossed the Florida state line. Dean whooped with laughter and exhilaration. Sam watched him out of the corner of his eye, well and truly suspicious now. It was unlike Dean to be in such a good mood. Sam wasn't sure he liked any of this. At all. Anything that made Dean this excited usual ended badly for Sam.

"Dean, what's going on?"

Dean didn't answer him, just shot him a mischievous grin and used his hands as drums that accompanied the music that was blaring from the stereo. Sam was really starting to worry. He dug around in his bag for a moment and pulled out a metal flask. Turning to Dean, he flung the contents all over him. Dean spluttered and clinched.

"What the hell?"

Sam watched him closely for a few seconds before turning and replacing the flask in his bag.

"Dude. Did you just throw holy water on me?"

"Yep."

"Why?!"

"Because, Dean," Sam's voice was harsh, "you wont tell me what's going on or where we're going and you're in a really good mood."

"Me being happy means I'm automatically a demon?"

"Yes."

"Sam!"

"It's scaring me, Dean! Tell me something. Anything."

Dean took a deep breath and prepared to speak. Just then, Castiel appeared in the backseat, causing both brothers to jump.

"Hello, Sam. Dean."

"Jeez, Cas can't you give us a little warning?"

Cast said nothing, just watching Dean's face in the rearview mirror. After a while, Dean addressed him again.

"Well? Is everything ready?"

"Yes, I-"

"Wait," Sam interrupted. "Cas knows what's going on?"

"You haven't told him yet?"

"Alright!" Dean shouted. Silence immediately fell. "Cas, no I haven't told him yet, because you popped up right when I was going to. Sam, nothing bad is going on. There's no hunt either. I needed to get you to Florida."

"What? Dean, what are we doing here?"

Dean pulled over, stopping the car so that he could face Sam. He wanted to see the look on his face when he told him.

"Sammy, there's some place I promised you we could go, many, many years ago. And we're going now. We're going to Disney World."