AN: Goooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So sorry for the delay! I was having a little bit of trouble writing Dean's reaction to Sammy's deal. As for John just being in the background a little, I'm sorry! I don't really know how to write John. That and I sorta don't like him much. Anywho, to those stalking my Deviant Art, sorry for that delay! I got my work nearly finished and ready to post! I just ran out of supplies and stuff. So keep your eyes peeled for the new paper kids and I did some art for this story. So that'll be up tomorrow or Saturday depending. Other news, NEW EPISODES RETURN TUESDAY! *throws confetti* Anybody else a little terrified to see what they do to Sam to be rid of Gadriel? Or is that just me? SAMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH! Okay! I'm done for now. Let's get going! When we last saw our heroes! John is back! Nobody freaked because hey it's Supernatural. What's the point? Everyone comes back eventually. Lol! But now the cats out of the bag about Sammy's deal! Uh oh Sammy! You're in trouble! Let's see what happens!

Castiella-I tried to stop him but it's Sammy...once he's determined...it's a mess...

Snarry-It's a nice idea but it's been used and over done. Keep trying though! I know you got it in you! And yup only one day left! NO SAMMY!

ThaMonkii-Hello there! And here's an update for you!

Enjoy!

All mistakes are-*smells Dean's baking and drools*...Oreo pie...

Little Brother's pain

'Oh shit.' Sam thought. 'I'm screwed.'

"Samuel answer me! What did you do?" John shouted.

"I I.." Sam stuttered. He couldn't say it. He just couldn't just say it.

"Sam. Please talk to us." Dean said.

"I I made a d deal." Sam shuddered.

The three men before him stood there in silence. Their youngest, their Sammy had said what they think he had said.

"I made a deal. My soul for dads." Sam said softly looking at the ground, his eyes hiding underneath his hair.

"Why?" Dean asked.

Sam sat there. He didn't what to say, what to tell Dean. He made the deal for Dean to be happy. Couldn't Dean just leave it? No. Dean was forever the overprotective momma bear. At least now anyways.

"I asked why Sam! Answer me!" Dean shouted angrily.

"To make you happy!" Sam shouted back.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Sammy what made you think this-" John started.

"I did it because Dean lost you. He lost you and he wasn't happy. No matter what I did, what I tried, he pushed me away. Then he started to ignore me and pretend that I didn't exist." Sam said softly.

Dean's heart dropped. Was this his fault? Had his neglect and ignorence hit Sammy that badly?

Sam sniffed and tried to blink back the tears. "So I began to think. Thinking that it was my fault."

The men gasped. Surely Sam didn't think that? It was accident. By a demon. Sammy couldn't have help it. Not at all. He didn't know there'd be an accident.

"Sam boy, the accident wasn't yer fault. Nor was yer daddy's death." Bobby said.

"It was. Everything's my fault. If I hadn't been born, mom and Jess they'd be alive. Dad wouldn't have died and Dean would be happier. Dean and dad can finally be the hunters they want to be now. Without me to hold them back, to look after, me screwing up." Sam choked out still trying his best not to sob like a baby.

"You sonvabitch." Dean whispered.

"Dean-" John started.

But Dean didn't hear. He wrestled Sam to the ground and pinned him.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Sam fought.

"NO!" Dean shouted.

Sam started to cry a little.

"Please Dean. Let me go." Sam whispered.

"No. I can't let you go. Not now, not ever. I let you go once, and I regret it." Dean said.

Sam went to say something but was cut off.

"Now, you pull this shit on me. Dammit Sammy!" Dean exclaimed. "You listen and listen good. Your birth was the greatest day of my life. The day mom brought you home, was my happiest day. I held you in my arms that night and swore I would protect you. I was the big brother and you were the little brother. My brother, my best friend. You were mine in general. I wasn't going to let you go. Anytime you got sick or hurt, I silently begged you to be okay. I would feel like I failed you someway. But then you'd get back up and I was happy. Sammy don't you fucking get it? You are my happiness. Yes when dad died I lost sight of who I was and what my job is. But now, I have the chance to do it over and this happens." Dean voice cracked as silent tears rolled down his face.

"D dean. M'sorry. But growing up, you were the favorite. Dad liked still likes you better. And everything that happened Dean you can't deny it, I caused it. Everyone around me dies." Sam tearfully said.

Dean growled and shook Sam. "Would you listen to yourself! Sammy I don't care who dad liked the best! I don't if you destroy the whole universe! I care about you Sam!"

Sam looked away from Dean and let loose the dam. He sobbed and sobbed hard. Dean un pinnned his brother and scooped him up in a tight embrace. Refusing to let go.

Bobby watched the two with tears in his own eyes. John didn't know what to say. What his baby revealed and how he felt. There were no words for him to say. The two men watched the oldest became the big brother again and the youngest the little brother as they clung to each other.

After a few minutes Sam sniffed and pulled away. He scrubbed at his eyes.

"Better?" Asked Dean.

Sam could only nod. He felt like his voice left him.

"I'm sorry." He said his rough and cracked like swallowed glass.

"It'll be okay little brother. We'll get you out of this." Dean said.

"NO!" Sam yelled.

"What? Sam-" Dean started.

"Dean you can't. Dad will go back to Hell if I break the deal." Sam said.

"Then let me." John said.

"Dad no. I brought you back for Dean. I can't-" Sam was cut off.

"Sammy. I know I was the best father to you growing up. But you don't need me. Neither does Dean. You two have have each other, and that's enough." John said.

"I I can't. I won't let you." Sam said.

"Sammy. Dad. Bobby we'll figure something out right?" Dean asked.

"Sure Deano. We'll figure something out." Bobby said not knowing for himself.

Dean nodded and stood up bringing Sam with him. "We'll figure a way to keep you both. Dad's right Sam. I don't need him. But I do need you. But we'll keep dad anyways." Dean grinned.

The others laughed a little. Then they got serious again.

"How long do you have boy?" Bobby asked.

"Until sunset tomorrow." Sam said.

"Then we need to hussle." Dean said.

"Dean I-" Sam began but stopped when a sharp pain hit his chest around his heart. He gasped when it hit again.

"Sammy? What's wrong?" Dean asked worriedly. Sammy was just fine and everything.

"I I don't know. It feels like someone's trying to tear my heart out." Sam gritted out. He screamed when the pain hit again more sharp. He fell to his knees grasping his chest.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted and knelt in front of Sam.

The men gathered around the fallen hunter.

"Not yet. Please not yet. You said tomorrow." Dean whispered.

"I..d do...have...until tomorrow...ARGH!" Sam screamed.

"SAMMY!"

Sam heard his name but the darkness was overpowering and he gave into it.

Sam came too finding himself outside his house in Kansas. The night his mother died. He watched the terrible scene unfold and couldn't do anything about it. He saw the YED and snarled.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. You did a no no." The moster taunted.

"Am I-" Sam started.

"No. Your deal ends tomorrow like planned. But Samuel, I am not happy." Azazel said.

"Good. You can't use me if I'm dead." Sam spat.

"Don't worry Samuel. I still have tricks up my sleeve. But for now, I'll be waiting for you in Hell. I'm going to have with you." Azazel laughed.

"NOOOO!" Sam shouted.

Sam awoke on the couch in the living room. The men looked at him worriedly.

"Sammy? You with us?" Dean asked.

"D'n...gah...I'm with you." Sam got out.

"Thank god Sammy. Thank god. We thought we lost you early." Dean voice cracked.

Sam shook his head and then remembered his dream. He bolted straight up and swayed fromt the dizziness. Dean caught him and laid him back down.

"Easy kiddo." Dean said softly.

"Dean...Azazel..." Sam said weakly. He was starting to doze off again, he was exhausted.

"Azazel? What about him son?" John asked.

"Sammy?" Dean asked.

Sam eyes were still glazed over in pain and exhaustion.

"Azazel...h he..." But Sam didn't finish. He was too tired and fell right back to sleep.

"Sammy! Sam?!" Dean exclaimed fearing the worst again.

"Easy Dean. The kid's just exhausted. His breathing's okay and his pulse is fine." Bobby said.

Dean only nodded.

"Let's get back to work." John whispered. He was determined to help his baby. Even if it meant going back to Hell.

Dean didn't move. He was afraid to leave his Sammy. His baby. He wanted to help. But for now, his baby was more important and Dean laid down on the floor with Sam's hand in his, and joined him in sleep.

Whoo...This was a toughy. But here it is! Poor Sammy and Dean!

Until Next Time! *watches Dean bake* Oreo pie Oreo pie Oreo pie Oreo pie