Warnings: Language, violence, murder

Present

"You were so close to graduating Sam." Victor said. "Why didn't you stay? Why give up all that work?"

"I was in a bad place mentally." Sam explained. "So I went to my uncle's for a while to clear my head and just decided I didn't want to go back."

"And you're telling me through all of this, you didn't contact your brother once?" Victor asked, sounding unsure of the stories Sam was telling him.

"He would call every once and awhile, but we really weren't that close. He stayed on his half of the country, I stayed on mine. That was that." Sam explained. Victor nodded and sat back in his chair, just watching Sam.

Early 2006

Motel room after motel room. It was amazing how easy the two of them could fall back into the life after living in Pleasantville for so long. They were both stressed about having to give up their apple pie life, so Sam took it upon himself to find people for Dean to kill. He would seduce them, lead them to someplace private, and Dean would be waiting with his trusty knife. They would only take cash and things that couldn't be tracked, and they would leave their bodies It was a common thing they fell into. Sam, the charmer and Dean, the killer. Bonnie and Clyde.

But, they also saved people. People who deserved to be saved from Wendigo's and such. Everything went good until they reached St. Louis. Some of the people Sam had befriended in Stanford lived there, and while he was excited to see them, he knew he would have to answer questions he wasn't really sure how to answer.

While in St. Louis, the stumbled upon a shapeshifter. It snagged Dean and took Sam along for his plans.

"You're not him." Sam said. The shapeshifter had gone on a killing spree, which was not what set Sam's alarms off, even though him and Dean had a system and weren't taking very many lives in each city to stay under the radar. It was the fact that this Dean tried to kill him. He tied Sam to a chair and placed his knife at Sam's neck.

"What gave me away Sammy?" The shapeshifter laughed, nicking Sam some. Sam hissed in pain.

"Dean would never do this to me." Sam growled.

"Your brother is a killer boy. What makes you think he won't snap on you some day. And you'll be laying in a ditch just like all those other people he's killed."

"He loves me. He would never do that." Sam spat at the shapeshifter. He laughed.

"Love makes monsters of us all Sammy." He laughed. He brought the knife down, almost seductively, to Sam's chest. "And your brother is a monster, just like the rest of us."

"Hey!" Dean called out. The shapeshifter jumped and Dean opened fire on him, shooting him until his clip was empty. Silver bullets were amazing. The shifter fell to the ground and Dean quickly went to Sam, untying him and checking him for injuries.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked Dean, noticing some bruises and rope burn from where the shifter had kept him hostage.

"I'm fine." Dean grumbled, noticing the bit of blood running down Sam's neck. "Fuck, what did he do to you?"

"It's just a nick. I'm fine." Sam said. Once he was free, Dean had him swept up into his arms. "We need to get out of here Dean. Cops will be on the way."

"Yeah, yeah." Dean said.

When they were far enough from St. Louis, they hid out in a motel. They sat down on their king size bed, thinking about everything that had happened. This shapeshifter had been set on destroying them. Just how many more monsters were there out there that wanted to do the same?

"Let me look at your neck." Dean said, moving so he could examine where the knife had cut Sam.

"It's fine. I promise." Sam told him. Dean placed a gentle kiss over the tiny cut. "I've had worse."

"I know. And that's what scares me sometimes." Dean sighed. He settled back on the bed by Sam, wrapping his arm around him. They were both quiet for a bit. "What are you thinkin' about baby boy?"

"I…" Sam rubbed at his forehead.

"Sammy?" Dean asked. Sam didn't seem to even acknowledge his presence. Instead, he slid down off the bed to his knees, holding his head in his head.

"God!" Sam cried out, gripping his hair.

"Sammy! What is it?" Dean asked, kneeling in front of Sam and putting his hands on his arms.

"D-De…" Sam's vision started to blur and suddenly, he wasn't looking at Dean anymore. He was seeing a woman sitting in front of him and Dean sitting next to him. She was talking, but he couldn't hear what she was saying. He saw Dean start to put his feet up on the coffee table in front of him, but she said something and he lowered them to the floor.

And it seemed, as soon as it had started, it was over. Sam almost collapsed in Dean's arms, but he didn't completely lose consciousness. Dean was holding him up though, keeping him from falling flat onto the floor.

"Sammy?" Dean asked. Sam's eyes fluttered open. He felt drained now. He looked up at Dean, their eyes locking. Dean cradled Sam's face in his hands, trying to find any reason for what had just happened to him. "What was that?"

"I…" Sam sighed. He slowly moved to stand to sit on their bed instead of the gross smelling floor. Dean followed him, just in case Sam fell. "Sometimes, I have these dreams…"

"Yeah?" Dean asked. "What about them?"

"Sometimes, they come true. And I think that those dreams are something more now, because that's what that was." Sam explained. Dean stared at him for a long moment. "It started when I was about fourteen or fifteen. I had a dream we were standing at a burning pyre, just you and me."

"John." Dean said. Sam nodded.

"It didn't happen often. More so when we moved to Palo Alto. I had a dream about a test. I saw the answers for the test. A couple days later, I took that test. I knew the answers before I even got there. I thought it was just a coincidence. Brady thought it was hilarious."

"Wait, you told Brady all this?" Dean asked. "But not me?"

"Dean…"

"I'm your fucking husband Sam. What else have you been keeping from me?" Dean asked. "Were you and Brady a thing?"

"What? No!" Sam said. "I love you. I would never do that to you." Sam sighed. "I had dreams about finding Jess on the ceiling before she died. But I had no idea when it was and I just thought it was the stress getting to me."

"Did you tell that one to Brady too?" Dean asked.

"No. Dean, I just told him because I wanted to see if maybe it was a stress thing." Sam said, trying to calm Dean down. When Sam reached out for him, Dean stood up. "Dean, where are you going?"

"Out." Dean growled, walking out of the motel room and slamming the door, leaving Sam sitting there alone.

Dean went to a bar. If this would have been a different universe or something, he would've been hitting on some of the other patrons. Instead, he saw in the back corner, fuming over everything with Sam. He was some couples dance to the music coming from the jukebox in the corner, some guys playing pool and darts. He didn't even feel like hustling. What he felt like doing was something else.

That's when he spied the lonely looking girl the opposite booth from him. He smirked a little, messed up his hair, and made his way over. She was sweet, he was charming, and a few drinks in, they were ready to leave together. Dean let her in the car and drove them away from the bar.

"I love this car." Barbara, the girl, laughed, her speech a little slurred.

"She's a beauty, isn't she?" Dean said.

"Bet that backseat is real nice for activities." She laughed, rubbing Dean's arm.

"Hmmm yeah it is." Dean said, thinking back to a couple times that him and Sam couldn't afford a motel room and used the car for their bedroom. Of course, they had to sleep seperate, but they were together.

Dean pulled off the main road, into a access road hidden by brush, a couple hills, and a fence. Barbara smiled and reached over, pressing her mouth against Dean. Dean let her for the time being.

"Why don't we do this outside the car?" He said. "Moonlight makes your eyes more beautiful."

"Oooo, I've never dated an exhibitionist." She laughed. Dean just nodded and led her out of the car. He let her kiss on him for a little bit, her cheap perfume rubbing on him. He knew he would reek of it when he made his way back to Sam. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and flicked open his pocket knife before stabbing her in the side. The scream she let out was like music to Dean's ears. He grabbed her by her hair to keep her from leaving and just kept stabbing, over and over again. The screams slowly died from her lips and he dropped her to the ground.

He was breathing heavy as he stared down at her. This didn't feel the same as the kills from the past few years had. He glanced back at Baby, expecting to see Sam in the passenger seat with glazed over eyes, licking his lips, but it was empty. Just like this kill had been.

"Fuck." Dean sighed. He went to the trunk and put on some gloves and grabbed the bottle of alcohol wipes he kept. He wasn't even sure if that got rid of fingerprints, but he hadn't heard different. He searched her for her wallet. Barbara Kiniki, 27 from St. Louis. He sighed and took the cash from her wallet. It wasn't much, she used a card mainly. Then he took to wiping down her body. She was lemon scented and bloody. He pushed her over into the ditch before stashing his supplies and driving away.

Dean came back to the motel, expecting to find Sam moping on the bed. But he wasn't. Instead, Dean heard the showering running. He made his way into the bathroom and peeked around the curtain to see Sam sitting on the floor of the shower, letting the spray wash over him. Dean stripped out of his clothes and slipped into the shower, settling by Sam.

"I'm sorry." Sam whispered. Dean could see his muscles were tensed and knotted from everything.

"Me too." Dean responded. "You know I love you, right?"

"I love you too." Sam told him, moving closer and resting his head on his shoulder. He could smell the cheap perfume and the metallic scent of blood. "How was the kill?"

"It wasn't the same." Dean said, placing a kiss to the top of Sam's wet head. "I was thinking when I was driving back. I remember reading something in John's journal about someone named Missouri back in Lawrence. We could look them up, see if maybe they've got some answers for us. If they helped dad back then, they've gotta know something about what's going on." Sam nodded. Dean cupped Sam's face so he could look at him. "Just no more secrets, okay?"

"Okay De." Sam whispered. Dean leaned down and pressed his lips against Sam's. It felt so much better than kissing on Barbara Kiniki.

"Did you want to clean up?" Dean asked.

"I just wanted the water to relax my muscles." Sam told him. Dean nodded.

"Let's get you to bed and I can rub them for you." Dean helped him up and dried him off. But when he got Sam to the bed and laid down for his massage, he was asleep before it even started.

Tomorrow, they would head back to a place Dean swore he would never return to. But for the moment, they needed to just be together.