"Dean," Sam picked up the pace to catch up to his brother. "What was that all about?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to get out of there and forget anything that has to do with the mark."

"Well before you put it behind you," Sam said, knowing there was more to it. "I need to tell you something."

"What, that you lied to me?"

"Yes," Sam acknowledged. "I'm sorry."

"You don't trust me. I get it."

"No Dean. I do trust you. I just couldn't chance putting you and Cain together. Not until after he removed the mark."

"So what exactly did you keep from me?"

"There was a job, an quick and easy salt and burn."

"A job and you didn't bother to pick up the phone and call me?"

"Again Dean not putting you and Cain together."

"Wait a minute," Dean stopped to face his brother. "Did Cain work the job with you?"

"Mainly he just sat there but yes he helped."

"I don't freaking believe this," Dean said, shaking his head in disbelief as he started walking again.

"How did you get hurt?" Dean asked trying to contain his anger. "I knew you were in pain when you called last night."

"The spirit we were putting to rest, threw me and I landed on my back."

"You okay?" Dean asked stiffly.

"I'm fine, my back, its just going to take time."

"Is that it?

"Yes Dean. That's it. Please try to understand."

"That you lied to me?"

"I didn't like doing it Dean. But I rather you be pissed at me then lose the chance to get rid of the mark."

"And you were so sure if I showed up here I'd screw things up?"

"No Dean, that is not what I am saying?"

"Well it sure sounds like it!"

"Again Dean you and Cain together. You know that's a combustible situation."

"You seemed awfully cozy with Cain in there."

"Cozy? Seriously Dean?" Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Talking about gardens and museums and all the nerdy things you both like and he gave you that book."

"I got to know Cain the person. Is that so bad?"

"And on top of lying to me," Dean ranted on. "I had to hear he was that creepy guy you talked to at the park!"

"He wasn't creepy Dean he was sad and lonely."

"Someone tells you a sob story and you fall for it every time."

"So, I'm not supposed to care?" Sam questioned, in a wounded voice, that stopped Dean abruptly in place.

"Of course you're supposed to care," Dean's voice softened as he faced his brother. "It's who you are Sammy and one of the things I admire most about you. No matter how much I may bitch about it."

"Listen," Dean lifted Sam's lowered head by clasping his chin gently. "I'm sorry, I got so mad. It hurt that you kept things from me. But I get it."

"Dean, I never meant to hurt you."

"I know Sammy. I also know everything you did here was for my sake. So thank you."

"Your welcome."

"What do you think we should do to celebrate the mark being gone." Dean said, putting his arm around Sam's shoulder, tugging him close as they began to walk, with the impala now in sight.

"I don't know," Sam said. "Movies all day tomorrow with plenty of beer, pizza, and junk food?"

"I like that. But how about we do that later tomorrow. I have another idea for during the day."

Dean gave Sam an extra squeeze before letting go, reaching into his pocket to pull out his keys he moved towards the driver side door.

"What do you want to do?" Sam asked leaning on the hood of the car across from his brother.

"How about we go to that art museum?"

"What?" Sam looked baffled. "Why would you want to go there Dean. You hate that place."

"I was thinking maybe I didn't give it a fair shake. So how about you open my eyes Sammy and show me why you love that place so much."

"Really?" Sam's eyes lit up.

"Yes, really." Dean answered warmly.