A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to my fans in the US, and for everyone elsewhere, Blessed Be. I apologize deeply and truly for the lack in updating on both stories. These past months since mama passed away have been extremely hard. I am starting to reroutine again, so it shall become more and more frequent that I update. This is my final chapter for Part One of Heart and Soul and it took me almost a week to write it. I hope you all enjoy it, and I will update soon. You're reviews and favorites keep me going. Please, don't stop them. Enjoy :) Love Always, Nicole :)

"I saw a picture of you,

In an empty hallway,

I saw a voice and I knew

I couldn't walk away." Adam Lambert-Sleepwalker

He hadn't had the strength to give him a hunter's death.

He couldn't salt and burn the bones, to bring finality to Sam's death, to him dying in Dean's arms.

Uncle Bobby could see the giant gaping hole in Dean. It wasn't your average grief stricken sibling, this was deeper; reaching into the soul of him, ripping out the core of everything he was, turning him into something blacker, sinister.

Bobby knew that Dean wouldn't hunt ever again, if Sam wasn't beside him.

He also knew that without hunting, Dean would end his life, join his brother in whatever was on the other side. Be it Hell or some other cursed place.

Dean knew that what bobby was trying to help him do was true. He should by all rights burn his brother, like he had his father only a year before.

He had all but shoved Bobby away, murder in his eyes when Bobby pushed for the cremation one more time.

Bobby hadn't returned since, allowing Dean his space, and time.

Now he sat there in a tiny room, willing Sam's heart to beat, to bring him to life, bring his own heart back into oneness with his brother.

He finally snapped.

It didn't take long before he was crying, screaming at the top of his lungs, begging for forgiveness, for failing at being a big brother and protector; for not being able to show him how much he loved Sam.

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?"

The shout echoed back to him, a silence in an empty room, before Dean got an idea…

The Supernatural will find a way to twist everything to its will, including the souls that belonged to two brothers.

"If I only could,

Make a Deal with God

And Get Him to Swap Our Places.." Placebo-Running Up That Hill

He woke up with his back aching; body stiff, in a cold room that was unfamiliar, even darker then the waking up on a bridge.

The last thing he remembered was running to Dean, and feeling the power of Dean's sweet silver light wrapping around him.

Then it went black.

He noticed the hole in his shirt, noticed the jagged marks of a knife.

His own hand touched where a wound would be should have been yet wasn't.

That was when his ears picked up the sound of a door opening, of someone coming to him.

He turned on guard, just to see the grief stricken emerald hues of his brothers dancing below him.

For a moment, neither one said anything, just gazing into the other.

Then it shifted.

A hand encircled in silver light sent warmth to his shoulder as he was grabbed and pulled into the fiercest hug he had ever felt from Dean.

It didn't take long for Dean's lips to press against Sam's jaw, to slowly scrape it with teeth, enough to send a small groan out of the newly alive mouth.

Everything to Sam was hot sensation, warm silver heat the entered him even more deeply before, encircled him in ways he hadn't been able to feel. His senses were alive, and more keen then they ever were before.

Whatever had happened, in this moment, he was grateful for it.

Because he could feel his brothers heartbeat in his, the blood running through his own veins entwined with Deans, knew every inch of his body in a way he never thought he could.

The moment was broken when Dean pulled back, eager and ready, only to see the questions in Sam's eyes.

Fuck…

Had it not been for the fact that they had an army of demons coming after them, he might have actually been able to love Sam right.

As Always, the Supernatural gets in the way.

Not only that but Dear Uncle Bobby had discovered his dirty secret.

A deal for a Deal.

A life for a Life.

His soul for Sam.

One year of his life was all he had left.

Even as Bobby wanted to kill him, he knew he had made the right choice.

He could have Sam, his heartbeat for one year.

Sam himself was suspicious, something had happened, something that his soul wasn't telling him.

He could feel it off Dean, feel the secret just hidden beneath the surface, but was content to let it rest. After all, he had yet to tell Dean his own dark secret.

And just like every dark secret, it always comes out in the end.

For this one to be revealed, all it took was a Wyoming cemetery, an open mouth and a killing sneer.

It hadn't taken long for Sammy to aim the gun at Josh, to calculate the time to pull the trigger.

When it was revealed that Josh severed Sam's Spinal cord, hazel angered eyes glanced at his brother, who stood stalk still; trying his best not to react, not say anything as Sam taunted him.

But Josh made the mistake of trying to overtake Sam again.

One shot.

Two shots.

Three shots.

Four shots.

Dean watched in morbid and loving fascination as Sam emptied the clip into Josh. No mercy, no remorse. A subtle and terrifying difference between the boy who shot a werewolf, and the man who now emptied a clip into someone who deserved it.

Simple steps to stand next to his brother, just to feel even stronger now, the heartbeat that echoed inside him, the smell of blood on his flesh, and the killer look that was both a turn on and frightening in one breath.

Had it not been for all Hell literally breaking loose, He would have kissed Sam right there..

The Supernatural can often takes us by surprise.

In this case, a Hell's gate opened, an army of demons escaped, the Yellowed man showed up, and Daddy did to.

Even as they leaned against the Impala, Dean couldn't help but hear the now dead yellow eyed man's words in echoing in his synapses.

"We know what you two mean to each other. That's why you brought little Sammy back. Question is Dean, do you know what you are to each other? Do you know what this means? How do even know if what you brought back, is really Sammy?"

He had blown the fucker straight back to hell, erasing the words in his mind, feeling the release of being pinned down, even as Sam helped him up, to face his Father.

Dad had come walking out of hell, as if on a casual stroll, as if hell wasn't a tortuous place that its name had given it.

And he once again, had given Dean the chance to kill the fucker who ruined their lives.

Dad had hugged him, had Smiled and nodded.

But then John reached forward and grabbed both their hands.

He entwined them into each other, watching as gold and silver light mixed and mingled; before finally blending into several colorful hues.

Dad stepped back, and disappeared.

They stayed like that the whole way back to the Impala, hand in hand.

Neither one seemed to mind that Bobby and Ellen were behind them, that they were lingering back at Uncle Bobby's suggestion. Nor did they notice that neither man nor woman were surprised at the hand holding. As if it were expected all along, as if this odd twisted attraction was normal in their world.

Sam finally broke the peaceful silence, finally voiced the thoughts Dean was dreading.

They had broken hands at the Impala each leaning on it in their own way, close but not touching.

"So I died. My spinal cord was severed." Sam started.

"Yea."

"Dean, why didn't you burn me?"

"Dean, why didn't you burn me?"

His eyes closed for just a second, just to take in the soft fierceness in the words, and the gentle probing into a mind in which he didn't want to admit.

Like claws of a cat retracting themselves from skin, Dean felt something release, and his entire body turned to face the taller man in front of him.

Sam was slapped back with the sheer force of emotion transcending in deep emerald color, releasing what was once hidden. Even through the well of emotion, Sam could all but feel the pain and the grief inside his brother.

"I couldn't refused- I just couldn't accept that you were gone, Sam. Your- you have been everything to me since you were placed in my arms at six months. You're the heart that beats inside me, that keeps me from going completely cold. I-didn't have the strength to live without you."

Dean looked down then, studying the ground. He could have made it all simple, but he had done that to much in the past and if losing Sam once hadn't taught him to be real, at least to his brother, then Dean would never be real at all.

It was the warmth of the muscular hand that cupped his face that had him looking up again. Hazel flecked color gazed back in him, wrought with emotion he could feel pulsing under his skin, and something more; different. Death had changed his little brother that was for sure.

"How long do you have?" The gruff voice asked, husky and possessive.

"A year."

It was the thumb tracing his lips, that had him pressing in closer, had his hands circling around Sam's waist.

"Dean, I'll get you out of it. You're my brother, and I love you. You have saved my ass, more than once. It's time I saved yours. Besides, sometimes I feel like-I'm a demon, and you. You keep me grounded into the fact that I'm still human."

Dean's lips crashed to Sam's before any other words could spill out of their mouths, before anything else could ruin this.

He had had enough talking, enough simpering emotions. It was time to feel, and feel in ways they never got to before.

He all but had Sam against the Impala, his hands running up under Sam's shirt, feeling the warm skin pulse into his own. He felt Sam groan into his mouth, when a finger traced a nipple, when another hand rested on the heartbeat that now belonged to them both.

It was the coughing that broke them apart, the coughing that had Dean turning to glare at a grinning Ellen and Bobby.

"We don't mean to interrupt you boys, but there was a whole hell of a lot of demons released tonight. Hundreds, you think?" Bobby said, nonchalantly grinning.

Sam answered quickly, although his hands hadn't left his brothers waist, still pressing him against him tightly.

"Not hundreds. It was an army. He released an army. I was supposed to lead it."

Ellen nodded her head. "Looks like we got some hunting to do."

"You boys better be ready." Bobby said, the thrill of hunting evident in his voice.

"Give us a night would you, Bobby? In the morning, we'll meet up with you both." Dean's response was aggressive, letting their two counterparts know he meant business.

Bobby nodded.

"Time is wasting, boys. Get going, Idgiots."

They let go of each other, just to get into the Impala and start it up.

Rev it and disappear into a night that both needed so desperately.

Bobby understood that some things had to be done properly.

With Sam and Dean, screwing in a graveyard parking lot was neither proper nor respectful.

So he would grant them this night.

Ellen smiled as the red brake lights were no longer visible and everything had become dark.

"Do they know yet, Bobby?"

Bobby shook his head. " see their colors, they are starting to get what they mean to each other; but not completely."

"Bobby? They're going to change the world aren't they?"

Bobby just wrapped his hands around Ellen, and pulled her to his vehicle.

"We'll see love. After tonight, things are going to be different."

The Supernatural often gives us surprises, and in many ways shows us miracles in darkest of times.

The right time, the right place…

End of Part One.