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AN: Thanks to Jedisapphire for the beta

Summary: A tag to Supernatural's Season 9 finale: Do You believe In Miracles?

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Chapter VII: Beneath The Surface

The Winchester brothers had a couple of jobs already under their belt and were finishing up a third. They had returned to hunting right away to distract from the past month and to move forward with their lives. But there was something going on with Sam that Dean couldn't figure out and that he just couldn't ignore anymore.

There was this sadness about him, that he carried everywhere but when asked would insist nothing was wrong. But Dean wasn't buying it so he and Sam were going to have a little sit down once they got back to the bunker.

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After giving himself and Sam a day to rest up after the recent hunt. Dean decided it was time to push his brother a little harder for an answer other than his standard one of being fine.

They were in the Library after dinner with Sam busy organizing a section of books. When Dean grabbed hold of Sam's arm and gently led him to a nearby chair and sat him down. Pulling out the chair next to him Dean turned it so they were knee to knee and face to face. "Ready to talk little brother," Dean asked.

"About what?" Sam asked looking at Dean bewildered.

"About what ever is bothering you?"

"Nothing is bothering me Dean," Sam insisted looking annoyed. "How many times do I have to say this?"

"Sammy you got the kind of face that saids a lot."

"No, I don't!"

"Yeah you do and ever since you untwisted my soul its been saying something is wrong."

"Nothing is wrong and as I already told you..."

"Don't! You're not fine." Dean said forcefully.

"Don't you think I should make that call?" Sam questioned.

"Sam, I'm not blind. Did something else happen in the bar that night, that I don't remember or while you were curing me?"

"No everything went smoothly with the ritual."

"Smoothly is not the word I'd use to describe it Sam. I was a demon that fought you curing me and I was a nasty fucker!"

"That was to be expected and it wasn't you Dean! Then or in the bar that night and I know that."

"Then what is it?" Dean wasn't backing down.

Sam started to stand but Dean gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't leave," he pleaded.

"This is silly and a waste of time," Sam said standing up.

"No, it's not!" Dean shot back looking both hurt and pissed off. "Caring about you Sammy is never either of those!"

"I'm sorry Dean I didn't mean to... I appreciate you caring, I do. But again I'm fine. So please stop worrying."

"So that's the two-word story you're sticking with, I'm fine."

"Yep," Sam lifted his arms in frustration and headed for his room.