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I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while I got the dreaded writer's block (I wonder if it will show in this chapter?)

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"You okay Dean?"

The eldest Winchester was walking to the front door, his movement sluggish. Resisting the urge to close his eyes and crawl back to bed, he opened the door and held it open, turning to face Bobby.

"Something about Sam's story doesn't add up, I'm going out to the Impala."

"What do you mean?" Bobby asked, confused.

He shook his head. "I don't know yet." He said honestly. He then walked out and shut the door behind him.

Bobby barely had time to scratch his nose before the front door opened again and slammed shut. Jack walked into the kitchen. Although he didn't speak, and although his face remained expressionless Bobby knew he was angry from the way he stormed from room to room, the way he slammed down Bobby's car keys and carelessly tossed the shopping bag onto the cabinet. He noticed Bobby sitting on a couch, watching him.

"I saw Dean. Is the other one awake?" Jack asked shortly.

"Yeah." Bobby replied. He then went on to explain the unfortunate events of the night before that the Winchesters had retold. Jack simply nodded, then resumed to rush about. Bobby sighed, leaning his elbow on the arm rest.

"Jack…"

"What?" He snapped.

"They didn't do anything wrong." He said earnestly, then carried on when Jack didn't reply. "All us hunters get injured, you've had it bad yourself." Jack stood with his back to him. "It's a rough job you know that. Besides they've had worse."

"Exactly!" Jack said placing his hands on his hips, still not turning around. "You'd think the fact that they're partners -no brothers- would stop that from happening."

"That's not going to make a difference to anything supernatural on their tails. And it's not like they don't worry about each other." Bobby argued.

"So what? Worrying isn't enough!" Jack's voice slowly started to rise. "I hear all these stories about them, the crap they tackle practically every single day of their lives. Soon enough one of them is going to die!"

Bobby stood up at this comment, one of them was going to die, but it wasn't Jack's business to know that. "Look, just cool down will you, head injuries are serious but come on, they're going to be fine!"

Jack whirled around. "For how much longer, huh? How much longer 'till their luck runs out?"

Bobby didn't know where this anger was rooted from, but he knew Jack had to have a good reason, the man rarely showed his emotions unless necessary. "Look," he said quietly, "I asked you before I suggested this if you'd have a problem working with them. You said no."

"How do you expect me to hunt with them when they can't work together without almost getting killed?" Jack said, his voice filled with venom.

"Alright, I've had enough," Bobby started angrily. Sam and Dean was the closest thing he had to a family, he wasn't going to listen to man who didn't even know anything about them vent carelessly any longer.

"You know I had a brother once!" Jack announced angrily, his forehead creased at the painful memories. "We didn't always get on, we didn't always see eye to eye but damn it we always kept each other safe!" Suddenly Jack looked a lot older, a lot wearier. His voice sounded strained, as if trying to hold back the raw emotion that was hiding under his tough skin. "And when I see those two together, it just…it just…"

He faltered as he noticed Sam standing at the end of the hallway, his eyes wide flickering from Jack to Bobby. For a minute all three stood there, Sam playing the part of the frightened child who had walked in on their parents arguing.

Jack's growing rage had disappeared, and he wandered off in the next room muttering. "If you're looking for Dean he's outside."

Sam nodded and stared at his feet. He had heard the raising voices, but had only walked into the room in time to hear Jack's brief outburst. "Okay." He stuttered.

Bobby gave Sam an apologetic look, Sam stared uncomfortably back, he hesitated before asking quietly, "Is that true?"

"He never mentioned it before." Bobby shrugged.

"Oh."

"Sam…"

"Yeah?"

"It's not your fault." He stated sympathetically.

Sam wrinkled his nose. "I-I know." He replied, unsure of what he was supposed to be blaming himself for.

Bobby sensed his confusion. "The other day, I heard you shouting, calling yourself a freak after that argument with Dean."

Sam shifted from one foot to the other, finding something else to look at besides Bobby. "Oh." He said again, and then he looked at the doorway Jack had exited through. His thoughts shifted, and his face dropped as he contemplated. He had just been looking at himself in twenty or thirty years time.

"Am I really going to turn out like that?" Sam questioned quietly, speaking to himself more than Bobby.

Bobby noticed the droop in Sam's shoulders, the sadness in his voice. "Like what, Sam?" He asked softly.

Sam's eyebrows knitted. "If I can't save Dean… I'm going to end up just like Jack. I'm just going to be another loner to the world, growing old and broken. And no one's going to give a damn."

"That's not true." Said Bobby, but he knew Sam wasn't discrediting him, he had to be realistic himself; he didn't know how much longer he'd have in the world. He would die long before Sam.

Sam sighed shakily as despair threatened to crush him. And then he thought of John Winchester. Sam didn't even have to ask himself what his father would do; John would go down fighting until the end. He was stubborn, like his father. He wasn't going to give up on Dean. He'd promised Dean not long ago that together they'd find a way.

But before they could do that, Sam knew they had to overcome the thing that had possessed the Impala, and he couldn't do it alone.

Dean sat in the Impala's driving seat, willing himself to remember last night's events. There was something Sam wasn't telling him, and if he wouldn't tell him then his brilliant brain would have to figure it out- concussion or not.

He took a deep breath and shut his eyes. His fingers curled around the wheel and turned it around as if driving, his vision changed to the night before. A dark road, a hassling hunt, and a strange conversation…

He kept his eyes on the road ahead, it was illuminated by the car's headlights.

His own voice echoed in his memories.

"Sam, nothing's wrong with the car!"

His brother was sitting sideways in the car seat, and Dean glanced at Sam whose eyes locked with his, shining with determination in the black shadows of the car.

"No, nothing's wrong with the engine. Dean, I think the car's possessed by something."

Dean's eyes snapped open as he heard a familiar voice calling for him from outside the car. He shook his head at the blurry memory, he couldn't have remembered right…

"Dean!"

Rolling his eyes, Dean rolled down the window.

"Yeah?"

"I think you should get out of the car." It was posed as a suggestion but there was urgency marked in Sam's voice.

"Why?"

"W-we need to talk."

Dean held out his arms and shrugged. "Can't we talk like this?"

"No."

"Then why don't you get in the car and we'll talk?" Dean said casually.

Sam's face changed. "No." He repeated.

"Oh come on, it's not like it's possessed or anything…"

Sam's face hardened, but Dean wasn't sure if that confirmed the woozy memory or not; Sam usually got pissed when he messed about like this.

"Dude I really need to talk to you…" The rest of Sam's words were cut off by the sound of the window winding up again.

"Then talk to me in the car." Dean said just before it shut completely. Sam gave him a frustrated look, but he ignored it along with a twinge of guilt he was feeling. He wasn't quite sure what he was trying to do, but if the Impala really was possessed surely Sam wouldn't agree to talk inside it?

Sam sighed and he stormed round to the other side, pulled open the door and slid in, shutting the door with him. He sat rigidly for a couple of seconds.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief all too soon.

"Dean the car's been possessed." Sam snapped.

"Oh."

Sam stared at his knees, shifting uncomfortably in the car, the pills he had taken before getting changed had numbed the pain in the back of the head. Unfortunately it did nothing for his the sinking feeling of regret. He looked over at Dean who was sitting incredibly still, by the time Sam had finished his story Dean's hands had a vice grip on the wheel. Sam dropped his head in shame.

"Dean, say something." He said quietly.

"Why didn't you tell me any of this sooner, Sam?" Dean growled.

"I don't know," he said honestly, "I thought I was imagining things."

"Imagining things? In our line of work?" Dean scoffed. His eyes then darted around the car as if suddenly realising where it was. "What the hell are we doing in here?" He hurriedly pushed open the door –leaving it open- and stumbled out quickly onto the front lawn, only to turn around and find Sam still inside.

"Sam." Dean said slowly, raising his eyebrows.

Sam gave him an apologetic look, and then put his hand on the roof. "I don't know… The Impala, it hasn't said anything to me yet."

Dean looked at him as if he were mad. "What you think it's going to give you a warning before it's, 'going to get you'?"

"It has before!" Sam argued.

Dean raked a hand through his hair, trying to keep calm. "Well maybe you better get out anyway rather than take the risk." And he was failing terribly. "You know I didn't bring you back from the dead just so you could lose your life again."

Sam seemed appalled by the comment. "What are you going to do, bring that up every time I want to for the rest of my life?"

"No," insisted Dean, "just for the rest of my life."

Sam tore his gaze away from his brother, hurt. "Don't say that." He said so quietly, Dean had to take in a few steps to hear.

"Oh don't be a girl, why shouldn't I?" Dean dared bitterly. "Time's running out Sam, and I don't see any way around this!" All his despair and fear of what could happen pushed the words out of his mouth.

"You don't have to remind me that!" Sam snapped.

"Well if you're so sure you've got your priorities right, then listen to your older brother and get out of the damn car!" Dean yelled the last part, his determined glare unavoidable. Sam glared back half heartedly before finally exhaling loudly.

"Okay."

He climbed over to the middle of the car when the Impala decided to break the bad news to him.

I'm going to get you.

The car door slammed shut and the engine hollered, Dean's expression changed from pissed to panic. As the wheel screeched the vehicle moved forward with impressive speed, forcing Sam to fall back and slam into the back seat, knocking the wind out of him. The contents of the car sprang into a jitter freely, the evil concealed inside the Impala giving them life.

Dean watched in horror as his baby darted away from him with his little brother in tow, and for a fraction of a second a realisation danced across his mind: the unfortunate events of the night before would be no match for today.

Next chapter should have some action! This chapter was a bit of a talkie, I hope you don't mind!! What did you think?

Goodbye for now! x