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To Lose a Brother

Chapter nine

"You son of a bitch! Leave my brother out of this and take me instead!" Dean pleaded with the image in the mirror but the demon had faded and steam once more covered the mirror.

"Who are you talking to?"

Dean spun around to see Sam standing behind him looking at him strangely.

"What?"

"Who were you talking to? I heard your voice, but I didn't hear anyone else." Sam looked over at the small window in the bathroom thinking maybe Dean had opened it and was talking to someone outside, but the window was closed. "Were you on the phone?"

"Yeah." Dean quickly answered.

"So who were you talking to?" Sam repeated, he knew of no one Dean would have a reason to call.

"It's not your concern."

"Oh… okay…" Sam smiled. "So it was a girl wasn't it? Let's see…." He said thinking. "I'm betting it's that girl back in Indiana, hmmmm let's see what was her name….Angy I think. Wasn't she the one that was crushing on you?"

"I thought you said you were tired?" Dean said hoping Sam would go back to bed. It hurt too much to be standing there talking to him knowing what the end of the week would hold.

"I am…but I heard you talking and….well I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine Sam, now go back to bed."

Sam left the room and climbed back into this bed. Why was Dean acting so secretive he wondered? He picked up Dean's cell phone which lay on the table between the beds. He didn't even have his phone with him, so why did he lie to him? Who was he talking to? What the hell was going on? So many damn questions but no answers. Ever since their last hunt Dean had been acting strange, why wouldn't he tell him what was wrong?

Dean stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over his body. So it wasn't a dream, it was real. He was going to have to kill his brother in less then a week or he'd lose his brother anyway and his soul would rot in Hell for eternity. He choked back tears, what was he going to do?

Finally he pulled himself together got dressed and walked into the bedroom. Sam lay on his bed looking at him.

"You going to tell me what the hell's going on Dean?" Sam said holding up Dean's phone.

Dean looked at him and shook his head.

"Sam…."

"I don't want to hear any bullshit about nothing's going on! I'm not stupid you know! You've been acting weird ever since our last hunt. Talk to me Dean….what's going on with you?"

"There's nothing going on Sam, I'm just tired." Dean remembered the demon had told him he couldn't tell Sam what was happening and worse yet he had to tell Sam he hated him right before he killed him. How the hell could he do that? He loved his brother more then anything in this world, although he'd never tell him that. How could he tell Sam he hated him and look into his eyes as he pulled the trigger? The demon knew what he was doing; he was going to destroy the Winchester family. His dad was dead, Sam would be dead, and he'd be left alone knowing he had killed his brother. He would rather die then hurt Sam. But if he didn't do it, the demon would kill him anyway and his soul would be taken back to hell with it. He didn't have a choice…he couldn't let Sam's soul rot in hell for eternity. He'd have to kill him….and the thought horrified him.

"Dean please, just tell me what's wrong. If I did something to get you pissed off I'm sorry, but at least tell me what it was."

Dean looked into his brother's face; he could tell Sam was hurting thinking he was mad at him about something. His eyes began to well up and he quickly turned from his brother and grabbed his jacket.

"Where are you going?" Sam quickly sat up.

"Out."

"I'll come with you." Sam got out of bed and picked up his jacket.

"No! I need to be alone." Dean said then winced when he saw the hurt look in Sam's eyes. "Sam you didn't do anything…..I just need some time to think."

"Think about what Dean?" Sam threw his hands up in frustration; he knew it would be next to impossible to get Dean to open up to him. "Think about what?" He repeated.

"Just think." Dean left the motel and headed down the block to the corner bar.

Sam watched him from the doorway and fought the urge to follow him. He turned around and flopped back down on the bed. There was nothing he could do unless Dean told him what was bothering him and he couldn't see that happening anytime soon, but he swore that sooner or later he'd find out what it was.

TBC