Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything related to it, just writing for your entertainment.

A/N: Sam is 18 years old and Dean is 22 years old. Got any questions!? Let me know.  Enjoy. SORRY this chapter might be a boring, but after this it gets amazing I think!?

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"Hey, before we go and save your fathers ass and all, can we go get something to eat first, I'm starving!"

"Bobby… look man, we thank you and everything, but this is something we need to do on our own. Do you know what were sayin here?" Sam said bitterly again.

"Yeah, Bobby, we just sort of needed a little nudge is all. We're sorry, but we have to save Dad by ourselves if that's ok with you." Dean stated more than asked.

Bobby looked upset. Truly sad. He wanted to help save his best friend. But he decided that it was for the best to have them save John.

"Hell no that's not ok with me!" Bobby started, Dean and Sam shot glances at each other. Bobby then took a deep breath. "Aw but hell, I understand why and I respect you two boys. So, if you need anything, at all, don't hesitate to call me ok?"

"Yes sir." Sam said shortly, he just wanted this done and over with.

After that, Bobby gave the two of them hugs, Sam being a little more stiff than usual, then he got in his truck and headed off, after which, Sam and Dean did the same thing.

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After they were on the road for about an hour, Dean finally spoke.

"So, Stanford huh? Well, we can make it there by nightfall, but were going to have to stay up in a motel for the night is that ok with you Sammy?" Dean's voice was not rough, but caring almost, like when Sam was just a little kid, and Dean had to make all the monsters go away.

"Hm? Ya Stanford, ya whatever sounds good." Sam replied carelessly.

"Well," Dean started looking over at Sam. "This is going to be one serious trip to Chucky Cheese huh?"

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It must have been two? Was it? Or maybe three in the morning, it didn't matter. Sam had fallen asleep and Dean did not want to wake him, so he just kept driving. He also shut the radio off, so that Sam would not be so disturbed. He finally reached Stanford, Connecticut. After a few minutes, they pulled into a shady looking motel outside of town.

Dean looked over at his brother. He saw Sam's chest rise, slowly up and down. He just looked so… peaceful. Dean did NOT want to wake him.

"Sammy, hey Sammy were her bro, you gotta wake up." Dean spoke softly.

Sam began to stir. He opened his eyes slowly , and began to rub them. He also let out a long yawn.

"How long was I out?"

"Oh about 3 hours, no bigge though." Dean said with a smile.

"Dean you should have woken me up so we could take turns." Sam spat back becoming mad again.

"Well, wake up sunshine huh?" Dean said with a laugh. He was just trying his best to not piss Sam off was all.

"Well whatever, let's just go register shall we?" Sam snapped as he got out of the car.

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"S-So… you two, um fine young men would like a room huh?" The clerk asked behind the desk.

"Uh, yea, is that a problem?" Dean asked menacingly.

"N-No! No not at all, so that'll be one bed then?" He looked at Sam, and then to Dean.

Both of their faces went into a pinkish red tint. And their eyes became the size of a pool ball.

"Were-"

"Were having a fight right now, so could you please give us a two bedroom?" Dean asked cutting off Sam.

The clerk just looked at Dean.

Sam just let out a sigh.

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"Hey room 231!" Dean sighed gratefully, he quickly popped open the door, and threw all their gear onto the small plastic table in the corner of the room.

The room itself was no five star hotel. The paint was pealing, the beds were unmade, and there was a smell in the carpet that grossed the both of them out. After putting all their gear away, and salting the place, Sam decided to speak up.

"Dean, we have to talk."

Dean was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head.

"No, no chick flick moments."

"Dean this is important." Sam said in that baby brother voice.

Dean sat up and raised his hand, signaling for Sam to begin.

"Dean, I want to let you know, this will be my last hunt, I'm serious." Sam said bluntly. He did not even care if he hurt Dean's feelings about it. It was about time Sam did what he wanted to do, just the thought of him hunting for the rest of his life…

"Look, Sammy you're just really tired ok? Try to get some sleep and in the morning you'll feel a lot better ok?" Dean replied trying not to cry.

"No, Dean I'm serious, you know that college around here, Stanford University, well I think I might check it out." Sam said honestly. He did not really mean it at first, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted it to be real.

Sam could almost picture himself, away from hunting, his father, his life. Going to college, becoming a lawyer, partying, living. However, he was pulled out of reality because of Dean yelling something. And then he became furious. Just that, Dean yelling, he had heard it a thousand times before, but the thought of this same situation happening over and over again, made his blood boil.

"Damn it Sam are you listening to me!"

"Huh wa-what? Yea, yea I hear you."

Dean hung his head in frustration. Sam decided, since they were getting everything out, he should say what really happened at Jasmine's place.

"Hey Dean?"

"What?"

"Do you want to know what really happened back at Jasmine's place?"

"Hell yeah I do!"

"Well she told me to be careful, and that that pain she felt, was because of my energy levels, it caused her to have a vision of the future, and because she's only meant to be able to find people, it hurt her really bad. She said because of my anger, and my clouded decisions, someone I love will burn." Sam finished, slightly shivering in fear.

"Well what the hell dose that mean!?" Dean demanded. Concern washed over his tired body for his little brother.

"I-I don't know, I just I'm going to have to wait and see." Sam replied dully.

"It's late Sammy, let's sleep ok?"

"It's Sam."

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They awoke with pains of hunger coursing through their body. Dean was up first, as always and went to take a shower. As the hot water ran over his acing body, he thought about what Sam had said last night.

He did not understand, and it started to frustrate him, everything bad always happened to Sammy, why couldn't Dean just protect him more?

To much. Dean thought. To much to think about now, first Dad then Sam.

He did his business quickly, so he did not wake Sam up. After he got out of the shower, he went to make some coffee and realized that Sam was gone. He was missing? Signals of fear shot through Deans head. He ran over to the desk in the corner of the room and grabbed his cell. He quickly dialed Sam's number and as it rang he heard the door open.

It was Sam.

"Who are you calling?"

"Wha-No one." Dean quickly replied throwing his phone on the bed looking at the bags in Sams hands. He smiled

"Ok…"

Sam went over to the table and dropped two bags of fast food onto the hard plastic.

"Breakfast." Sam said carelessly again.

"When did you wake up?" Dean asked taking an egg sandwich out of the bag and stuffing his face.

"As soon as you did," He started sitting down at the table. He looked up at Dean to see him smiling at Sam. It angered him. "So are we going to talk about last night Dean?"

"Nope, first Dad, then your problem ok Sammy? One thing at a time man." Dean said still smiling, mouth full of food.

Sam stood up from the table, mumbled about taking a shower, and slammed the bathroom door behind him.

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"Is that it?" Dean asked pointing to a large old and gray warehouse.

"Yea, that's the one." Sam replied quietly.

They parked the Impala around back, and went over to the trunk.

"It's probably a trap, so we should bring extra ammo ok Sammy?" Dean said thinking out loud.

"This isn't my first hunt, Dean." Sam replied angrily.

"Right… well let's go then." Dean said looking around.

They sneaked up to the back entrance. They heard sounds. Screams. Laughs. Dean pulled his sawed off double barrel shotgun out from behind him, with Sam pulling out a Desert Eagle. They snuck up quietly to the door by the back.

"On three." Dean whispered quietly, as to not get the demons attention. Fear and excitement rushed through Deans veins. The thought of killing demons was almost orgasmic to Dean.

On the other hand, Sam almost felt bored, and sad too. After all, this was his last hunt, and he was not even excited about it.

"Three." Dean whispered, his fingers touching the trigger.

"Two." His other hand on the door handle.

"One."

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A/N: So? A little boring perhaps? It gets good though in the next chapter I promise!!! Reviews?