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NOTE: Sam= Soulless or RoboSam

Sammy= Sasquatchy chick-flicky moment loving, shaggy hair in the eyes emo little brother. Hope that makes it a little more clear. Let me know if that helps!

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I was going to make this Chapter longer but we have a storm front moving in that could knock out our power for 3 weeks (Lord, I hope not!) With 6-12 inches of snow and at least an inch of ice under that. So, I want to make sure and at least get this out for everyone. I have to go shopping and stock up on propane, just in case. So, I'm posting this before I leave. Our primary heat source is electric… wish me luck!

Chapter 7

"Dean what's going on?" Sammy asked, concerned by the paleness of his brother's face.

"I don't want you to freak out." Dean said, biting his lip, not willing to say anymore. He really didn't want to scare Sammy.

Sammy started to sit up, Dean helped him lean back against the couch and then Dean sat Indian style in front of him.

After Sammy was settled Dean asked him softly, "What do you remember about being in here?"

Sammy blinked slowly as he thought about it, then stopped and stared unblinking at Dean.

Dean reached out a hand to touch Sammy's arm, worried that Sam was messing with them again.

Sammy jumped and then stated blankly complete with a shrug, "Looking at books, then you shoved me, why?"

Dean ran a hand through his hair his agitation evident, "So you don't remember telling me that you thought Sam-um…" At Sammy's look he rephrased, "your body wanted control back?"

Sammy blinked as he slowly shook his head, his heart sped up as well as his breathing, he was well on his way to panic as he tried to stand.

Dean grabbed the back of Sammy's neck as Dean scrambled to his knees trying to keep Sammy where he was.

Sammy bowed his head, trying not to cry…

Dean rubbed his neck, "Don't worry, Sammy, we'll figure it out."

Sammy's head came up and the emptiness in Sammy's eyes startled Dean so much he dropped his hand and scrambled back.

"Will you Dean? Or will you have to give up little brother after all?" Sam asked lounging back against the couch stretching his arm out across the front edge as he leered at Dean. Cause to tell the truth he was pissed at Dean. Before he'd felt almost nothing for him. But he'd begged the ass not to put 'the soul' back in him. Told him it would hurt him, kill him and Dean hadn't cared. Well, he bet the bastard gave a shit now. Now that he was holding Dean's little brother hostage.

This game was turning out to be a shitload of fun. He could torture both Sammy and Dean. When he did something… he could blame Sammy… Wow, this was better than having a twin. But, seriously, why shouldn't he have at least equal time in control? Why couldn't he have it when old Sammy was asleep or unconscious or otherwise similarly… detained. He had rights to it now, too. He had taken care of the body for a year; that should count for something.

Dean tried really hard to control his temper. If he killed the bastard he'd loose Sammy… wouldn't he? He tilted his head to the side as he considered doing just that. If it would guarantee him a Sambot free Sammy… he shook his head. In a heartbeat. The guy would be six feet under.

Shit this prick was fucking with his mind… he needed to get it together to beat him. Dean's eyes narrowed and he leaned forward and lowered his voice, "Listen you son of…" He struggled to regulate his breathing as he continued, "I'm going to…" He reached out and grabbed Sam by the collar, pulling him forward in one hard yank. "Keep pushing me and when I push back…"

"D?" Sammy asked in a scared whisper, wondering why Dean appeared to be threatening him again.

Dean instantly let go and straightened Sammy's shirt.

Sam smirked instantly pushing Sammy back out of the way so he could talk again, "It's just too easy with you, you're like a puppet on a string, Dee..." he said as he drew out Sammy's nickname for him.

Dean jumped to his feet in one fluid motion, taking two steps away before turning to glare down at Sam. He stood several seconds before saying slowly and deliberately, "You want to continue to play this game with me." Dean's voice lowered dangerously. "And you and me… we're going to go back down to that panic room." Pointing his index finger between them, back and forth to emphasize his point. "And we won't come out until you and me are clear on a few things. You get me?"

Sam paled because he knew by the tone of voice Dean meant business. Dean was beyond furious. It was great, Sam thought with a smirk, but maybe Sammy needed to wake up for a few minutes and calm his damn brother down.

"D?" Sammy voice was sounding so genuinely confused as he looked up at Dean, puppy dog eyes in full glow. Dean should have looked for that before. Those eyes. Sam would never be able to duplicate them.

"Yeah, Sammy?" Dean asked, feeling like he'd been run through a wringer washer machine. Shit.

"Are you mad at me?" Sammy asked as he looked uncertainly at Dean.

"No, buddy. I'm so glad you're back. We've just got some things to get past, that's all." Dean told Sammy, holding out his hand for Sammy to take so he could pull him up. Pulling Sammy up, he impulsively pulled his brother into a hug.

"Let's go find Bobby." Dean suggested as they left the library.

They finally found Bobby outside in one of the garages. He was beating something with a crowbar. It reminded Sammy and Dean of Dean's meltdown against the impala with his own crowbar.

"Uh, Bobby?" Dean yelled, not stepping too close.

"What!" Bobby yelled back at Dean, stopping his assault on a car… in mid swing.

"What's up?" Dean asked in a normal voice.

Bobby pointed the crowbar at Dean, "I don't want to see that angel of yours around here for awhile. If I do I won't be held responsible for the consequences." Bobby finished slamming the crowbar to the ground as he stormed out of the garage.

Dean followed as he told Bobby, "He's not my angel… the way you say it… gross, Bobby."

Sammy actually snickered causing Dean to smile before he turned with a mock glare aimed at Sammy. That just set Sammy off and had him laughing out loud.

Bobby turned suddenly and stared… he hadn't heard that laugh in a long time. Like… oh a year before Dean's first trip to hell. Hell it was probably even longer than that. Bobby smiled at Sammy as he told him, "It's good to have you back, son." Reaching out he gripped Sammy's shoulder and squeezed gently. Letting go his hand landed on Dean's shoulder, causing Dean to look him in the eye. Telling Dean everything he needed to know. He wasn't going to like what Cas had to say anymore than Bobby had; Dean nodded in silent understanding. And then they proceeded back into the house. Each waiting for a chance to say what needed to be said.

TBC

?- Was the Sam and Sammy thing less confusing in this chapter? ~ Crissi