Chapter 4

About an hour and a half later Sam managed to get back to the motel room. He hadn't seen the Impala in the parking lot, so it was safe to say Dean wasn't back yet. Sam was sure he'd come back, all his stuff was still here. And Dean wouldn't just abandon him. Would he?

Sam made his way to the bathroom, and clicked on the light. He put his hands on either side of the sink and stared into the mirror. He wasn't surprised to find that his eyes where still black. He was still seething, and the black only came to his eyes after drinking from Ruby, or going through great emotional endurance.

He took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm down, and it worked a little. Only a little.

He then noticed a small amount of blood that had dropped from his mouth. He licked it off greedily like the junkie he felt he had become. It was a scary sight really. He definitely didn't look human anymore.

At those thoughts he took another deep breath, and was a bit relieved when the blackness of his eyes slipped back into his pupils. That would be awkward if Dean were to come back and Sam's eyes were still black, it would only make things more difficult.

As if on cue, Sam heard the very familiar grumbling of the Impala as it came to a stop in front of their room. Then silence. His hearing picked up on the jingling of keys, then he heard the driver's door squeak open, then slam shut.

Sam took another deep breath as he heard the motel room door open then slam. He then turned the light off as he exited the bathroom.

Dean had taken off his leather jacket and dropped it on the table by the window. He looked up at his brother with an expressionless face.

"We're going to Bobby's tomorrow. Be ready by seven."

He then kicked off his boots, and climbed into his bed without another word to Sam. He just stood there in amazement. He had expected his brother to tear him a new one. But nothing. He must have been really upset.

Sam shrugged it off then sat on his own bed. He then kicked off his shoes. There was nothing to say really unless Dean was going to talk. And it was apparent that he wouldn't.

He then crossed the room to turn off the light before crawling under his sheets.

Sam wondered exactly what Dean had said to Bobby. Did he tell him what he had walked into tonight? Or were they just going there to help him with a job? It was killing him. He wanted to know whether he should be scared or not.

He then rolled over to face his brother who had his back to him. Sam sighed. Of course he should be scared.

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The drive to Bobby's house was nothing but five hours of complete silence. It was almost torturous. Sam wanted to know what exactly Dean was thinking. So he would sneak a glance at his brother every few minutes. However, Dean's well practiced game face never wavered. He looked void of all emotion as he drove.

Now they sat in Bobby's library. He only had a cryptic voicemail from late last night to announce the boys' arrival. He didn't know what was wrong with them, but whatever it was, it was pretty big because Dean never so much as looked at his brother.

"So what's going on with you two?" Bobby asked suspiciously. He kept a guard up, just in case it was as huge as Dean was making it out to be.

Dean sighed. "This one-" he said motioning toward Sam "seems to be sneaking out at night, to hang out with demons."

"What?" Bobby asked a little shocked. Whatever he was expecting it sure wasn't that.

"It's not like we're friends or anything! I'm using her to go after Lilith!"

Sam defended.

Dean laughed a small humorless laugh. "Sure didn't look like that from where I was standing! You looked very comfortable drinking from that bitch!"

"Wait. Drinking? What are you talking about?" Bobby asked curiously.

"Bobby, Sam here has been drinking demon blood. And I'm sure last night wasn't the first night was it, Sam? Three days ago?"

Bobby looked from Dean to Sam wide eyed. His guard had been completely blown. He definitely wasn't expecting that.

"No it wasn't Dean, if you need to know." Sam stated with a cocky half smile.

"Why, Sam? Why are you going around doing this?" Dean asked angrily. He could barely stand the sight of his brother at this point.

"I told you Dean! I'm using her so I can get to Lilith. I need to be strong enough." Sam said defiantly, looking directly at his brother.

"So, what, Demon blood is like an energy drink or something?"

Sam then looked down at his feet. How could he even begin to make Dean understand? He couldn't, Dean's too pig headed.

"Just drop it Dean! I don't want to talk about it anymore. You couldn't understand."

"Try to make me understand then!"

Sam stood suddenly, towering over Dean. He tried really hard to keep his rage in check, but it was really hard right now.

"No! I can't! And to be honest, I'm not sure I want to."

Dean then stood also. He certainly wasn't as tall as Sam, but at least this way he didn't feel too small.

"To be honest? Wow. That's a first!"

Sam stepped closer to Dean and straightened his posture, making himself more intimidating.

"What was the point in coming all the way out here and bothering Bobby with this? We could have had this argument in the car or in some motel!"

Dean stepped back and shrugged. "Consider this an intervention Sam. Only you don't have a choice in the matter, Sam. You're getting off that stuff."

Sam smiled at his brother dangerously. "You talk about it like I'm addicted."

Dean shrugged again. "Aren't you? I mean why else would you lie, and sneak around unless you were getting a fix."

Sam laughed on the surface, trying to play it off like he thought he brother was paranoid. When in reality he was damn near panicking. How could Dean have found out? He had only just caught on last night! Was Sam that obvious?

He took a deep breath after his little laugh. "Even if I were addicted to the stuff, how would you stop me from leaving to get my next 'fix'".

He emphasized the word 'fix' in air quotes, in an attempt to play off his lie. Unfortunately Dean wasn't buying it.

"Oh, I have ways" Dean stated in a dangerous tone.

Sam laughed again, but this time it was genuine.

"How Dean? Please, enlighten me!"

Dean smiled at his brother, then pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket, and quickly slipped them over his brothers' wrists tightly.

Sam scoffed. "Cute, Dean. But I don't think these will stop me from walking out of the house."

"You're probably right, Sam." Dean said in a defeated tone. But that's when he pulled a syringe from his other pocket, and plunged it into his brothers' neck.

Sam yelped in surprise. Did his brother really just drug him? Most definitely, because he felt his thought process slowing, and his eyelids becoming these powerful abilities, and his brother was still as unpredictable as ever.

When he collapsed heavily onto the floor, Bobby turned to face Dean. ⌠Are you stupid, boy? You don't just plunge needles into peoples' necks! You could've killed 'im!"

Dean shrugged. "Could have, but didn't."

He then looked down at his brother then walked over to lift the upper part of his brother. "Are you gonna help me get him upstairs?"

Bobby nodded then went to lift Sam's lower definitely wasn't expecting this.