Disclaimer: Don't own Winchester brothers or supernatural…did invite them over to play… here's the results…(evil smirk, not unlike Sam's recent smirkage)
Chapter 2
Dean had felt a small amount of comfort when Samuel had given him a hand written copy of the Campbell family recipe-the cure for vamphood. He was going to pass it along to Bobby as soon as he could get to him. Then and only then would he be able to breathe a little easier about this whole fucked up mess. Because Bobby would help him fix this. So, step one, get to Bobby. Step two, explain to Bobby. Step three, Bobby would help him. So far that was his big plan…
Driving down the road, Dean chewed his bottom lip, weighing his options. He stole a quick glance at Sam. Not Sammy. God, he wasn't even like the Sam of before…the one that had set Lucifer free. At least that Sam felt remorse, sorrow and… he sighed. This poser seemed to have one emotion-excitement. And that was only at the thought of gaining new intel. This time about the vampire nest. He felt acid bubbling back up his throat and swallowed hard. He ran a hand thru his spiky hair.
God, this is 'f ' d up. Dean thought. He really should have known when he'd found out Sam had been out a year. His Sammy wouldn't have put him thru that cause his Sammy had spent four months dealing with the guilt of being the one topside. Don't even let him get started on Sam not wanting the impala (that was a crime all unto itself). Their home their whole lives…come on! Really? And his Sammy would NEVER watch as a damn vamp turned him. Sure as hell NOT with a fucking smirk on his face! Shit! Dean's hand moved from his hair to rub across his upper lip.
"Dean…" Sam said in a monotone he was beginning to hate.
"What Sam?" Dean asked, trying to keep his voice steady-neutral as he stared at the road.
"You ok?" Sam asked staring at him, sounding curious, but not concerned. Just like it wasn't concerned when his brother was going to vamp out and DIE!
"So, now you want to know if I'm ok?" Dean couldn't help snapping, giving the new Sam a glare. What was he? New version 7.3 or some shit like that? Keep changing him until he becomes the perfect robot? No, Dean mentally shook his head, a piss poor copy of his Sammy. "What the fuck Sam?" he snaps again. God help him, he was suppose to have a plan first, well a better one than the 3 step Bobby plan. Then confront clone Sam… that's why you gotta have a plan first… he chuckled, he was so screwed.
Sam frowned, not a bitchface-sammy-look but a confused one a lot like the looks Cas gave when he wasn't certain what was going on…quizzical. "I just asked a question." Sam murmured, folding his arms across his chest as he turned to resume looking out the window.
Dean nodded, his mouth thinning out in a straight line. Smile, he thought looking at Sam, "Sorry…tired, I guess. It's been crazy, huh?"
Sam turned and looked at him blankly. "What was it like? What did you see?" he asked with a hint of excitement creeping into his voice as something flashed in his eyes.
"Drop it Sam." The smile faded from Dean's lips and along with it any warmth in his voice.
Sam returned his stare to the scenery passing by without bothering to respond.
Dean blinked back tears, this… this here between him and his brother…FUBAR… That's it. That's what…
"Dean?" Sam said quietly, interrupting his silent tirade. Dean glanced at his brother. "I'm sorry you're disappointed."
Huh, he didn't look sorry. Dean thought before he plastered a smile on his face, "It's ok, bitch…we'll be ok…"
Sam looked at him with frowning eyes before raising an eyebrow along with one side of his mouth, giving a lopsided grin, " We're ok now."
No, the hell we are! Dean's mind protested silently. But we will be…as soon as I can fix whatever happened to you.
TBC
