Fear of a Happy Face

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Warnings: Language

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Chapter nine

Sam could not believe Dean was taking this so... lightly. Like he was ready to put a bullet in his head if it came down to that. Even now Dean was watching the TV, clearly knowing that Sam was staring at him. Neither one of them broke the silence that was becoming thicker and thicker. Sam knew Dean didn't really see the TV screen. He could tell from the look on Dean's face that he was thinking, probably a way to get out of this. Fast.

"Sam?"

Sam jumped as the silence was broken. "Yeah?"

"Have I made it clear enough that whatever happens, you do not choose?" Dean asked. Sam swallowed. He wanted to 'no' so badly but he knew Dean was gonna be so mad and make it clear to him, whatever it took.

"Yes..." he said quietly, lowering his head.

"Good."

A silence fell again. Sam was biting his lower lip, fighting back the words he wanted to say. God, he wanted to let Dean know exactly what he was thinking about all of this. But he knew he would never win the fight that would follow.

"I'm sorry, Dean..."

"Huh?" Dean turned to look at his little brother, completely taken off guard.

"I know you would not have wanted me to agree with the spirit's terms. I'm sorry, I didn't see any other way out! I didn't want this to happen, I didn't, I swear! I was just so scared that you would die, you were not breathing! Dad couldn't make you breath, you were dead! So I'm sorry if you feel bad about this but I'm not sorry that you're alive. I can't. Please don't ask me to..."

Dean blinked as he watched his brother with his mouth open. "Sam, I..."

"I don't wanna choose. Dean, there has to be a way to get round this. You've thought of something, right? There's a way to get rid of it. There always is..." The look on Sam's face was desperate but his eyes showed nothing but pure trust in his brother. He didn't know what else to do but to depend on the fact that Dean would figure something out.

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"Dean, wake up! Let's go safe mermaids!" Sam jumped up and down next to the bed where Dean still slept.

"What?" Dean mumbled, putting a pillow over his head only to be thrown away by Sam.

"Let's go safe mermaids!" Sam said, trying to take off Dean's blanket, too.

"Sam, there's no ocean anywhere near us!" Dean said, turning to other side.

"So let's go safe lakemaids! Get up, get up, get up!" Sam climbed on the bed and began to jump. When he heard Dean groaning in defeat he threw his hands in the air and screamed in excitment: "Daddy! We're gonna go safe lakemaids!"

"I heard you, Sammy", came John's amused voice from the little kitchen. Dean groaned again. Last thing he wanted was his father to hear about the little story he had made up. "But Sammy, I'm afraid there aren't any lakes around either", John added.

"What?!" Sam kneeled down next to Dean and looked at him with big, questioning eyes. "Is it true?"

"How should I know, Sam? Only been here for the last 16 hours", Dean said, still not getting up. "I promise you we'll safe lakemaids or mermaids next time we get near water, okay?" Sam crossed his arms over his chest. "What if they are in trouble now?" he asked.

"I'm sure they would call for you", Dean said.

"They know my name?"

"Of course they know your name, sir Sammy", Dean said and yawned. "But even knights sleep when they have no job to do."

"But I'm not sleepy!" Sam said but got no response as Dean had fallen asleep again. The younger boy thought for about ten seconds and then woke his brother up again. "You think there are mini-mermaids in the tub?"

"Dad!!"

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Dean sighed. The only plan that he had come up with included one: going to the circus and two: making himself a bait. He was more than sure neither John or Sam was gonna agree with it even if it would probably be the best plan they had if they didn't find the spirit's body.

"Dean?"

"You ain't gonna like it", Dean admitted, thinking that it would be best to just say it. "We need a bait".

Sam gulped. "And by a bait you mean...?"

"An innocent kid from the town. Me, Sam, you know that!" Dean said.

Sam shook his head. "No. That's not gonna happen, no way."

"You don't have a word in this, Sammy", Dean said.

"The hell I don't! You're not gonna put yourself as a bait, that's not even gonna work!" Sam yelled.

"Yes, it will. Say you'll choose me."

Sam's eyes went wide and the trust turned into disbelief, anger and fear. "What?"

"I said you wouldn't like it. But that way he'll come after me and we'll have a chance to trap it. If I get hurt, tough, but you and I both know this is the best plan we have. We just have to make Dad approve and then we can start working on it", Dean said, so calmly it made Sam even more angry.

"You can't make me say I want to kill you!" he yelled.

"You don't have to say that! You only have to say I'm the one you'll choose!" Dean argued.

"That's the same thing!" Sam said.

"Sam, why are you trying to make this so difficult? It's as simple as it..."

"Simple?!" Sam yelled. "You wanna tell what in your fucking plan could possibly be simple?!"

"And you wanna tell me what in the world makes you talk like that, Sam Winchester", came a voice from the door. Neither one of the boys had heard the door opening as John came in. He was looking at his youngest, half confused, half angry. But Sam was so angry himself this did not disturb him.

"Dean's plan. Dean's stupid, stupid plan that might..."

"Hey, woah! Dangerous maybe, yes, but not stupid. We both know that!" Dean cut Sam off.

"What plan are you talking about" John asked, trying to make sense out of his sons' conversation.

"Using me as a bait", Dean said. "It'd be simple, we could trap the spirit and force any information that we need out of it", Dean explained.

"But we're not gonna use that plan, right Dad?" Sam said, turning to look at his Dad. When John bit his lip, looking clearly like he thought the plan was great, Sam just blew up: "You have got to be kidding me! You can't do this to me, you can't make me say it! Dean, please!" Sam turned back to Dean, pleading. "Please. Please, don't make me say it! Anything else, but please... Please, Dean..."

Dean hated it so much. He couldn't stand seeing Sam so afraid and broken. He'd do almost anything just to take that look away from Sam's face but he knew only one thing could do that was that one thing he couldn't do. "I'm sorry, Sammy... It's the only plan we've got..."

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"What do lakemonsters eat?" Sam asked as they were eating lunch in a little diner. It could luckily be counted as a little child's innocent question so Dean didn't hesitate to answer.

"Little boys with brown hair and awesome big brothers", he saids, ignoring the look John sent him. But to their both surprise Sam just looked thoughtful.

"So I'd be a perfect bait", he said almost happily.

"No, Sam!" John said right away. Sam looked confused.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Sammy, whatever happens, I never want you to put your life at stake. Not even if it's a game. That goes for both of you", John said, leaning forward so people around them wouldn't hear.

"But Daddy..."

"No, Sam. That's a order I want both of you to remember for the rest of your life. Got it?"

"Yes sir", Dean and Sam replied.

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