'Great, here he goes again'-Sam thought to himself, trying to choose his words.

"Dean, what are you talking about? You don't owe Dad anything. The man did what he did through his own choice...and since when did this ROLE reversal happen?" Sam's voice raised a bit and he searched Dean's face- waiting for a reply."I mean used to be I was the guilt ridden one and you...well, you were out to kill anything that looked at you the wrong way. When did we reverse?"

Dean wouldn't look him in the face.

Oh crap-he's on a guilt trip-AGAIN.

"Look, Dean, we are in this together. I mean, when we found the Demon the first time, you wouldn't let me risk my life going back into that burning house to end it...and I'm not letting you put your life on the line for the damn thing! Dad wouldn't want that either...if you feel you owe him...that you DO owe him- to stay alive."

Dean still wouldn't look at Sam, but Sam could see his jaw set and his fists clinched.

"What? Gonna take another swing at me? That make you feel better? Go ahead then."

"I'm not going to hit you, Sam." Dean replied, then turned to look him in the eye "It's just different with me than it is with you."

"What-What's different? WE grew up the same way and are after the same thing...what's the difference?"

"Look we can have this arguement later. Right now we're close to the damn thing again, and we are wasting time...that Miseman kid has to be stopped or more kids are gonna die."

"Are you sure you are ok?"

"I'm fine, Sam."

"No you aren't. Wanna know how I can tell?"

"Ok...tell me since you seem to know more about me than I apparently know about myself."

"You haven't called me Sammy in a very long time."

TBC