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Chapter 11

Dean opened his eyes sleepily as he felt his brother in his room. Seconds later the bed dipped and then Sam was curling into him. Dean shifted and wrapped an arm around him, falling back to sleep. But Sam stayed awake, staring at the wall. He'd been with Dean now for over a month and in some ways it was starting to feel like they'd never been apart but then something would happen and he'd lash out before thinking or he'd dream and remember…. He never wanted to hurt Dean and so far his brother had only been bruised at worse but he was always worried that Dean wouldn't be able to dodge or shield himself in time. How would he live with himself if he seriously hurt or even killed his brother? Without Dean he had nobody and nothing. He heard Dean mumble in his sleep and pull him even closer so he forced himself to relax, not wanting to wake him again.

It had been interesting to see Anakin, see who all the fuss was about. Even keeping himself totally shielded he'd been able to feel the younger man's power and it was amazing. The thought of Sidious getting his hands on him….it could not be allowed to happen. Sam closed his eyes to think. The most likely way to get Anakin unstable would be to target his new wife and his Master if they were close enough.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked groggily, leaning up on an elbow.

"Didn't mean to wake you." Sam whispered.

"Sammy…."

"It's just….seeing him, even shielded I could feel how powerful he is. Sidious will do anything to get him. Just thinking of how he'll do it."

"Any ideas?"

"His wife and Master would be the best ways to get to him emotionally. And the war will help too as long as he survives any battles he is in."

Dean bit back a groan. Obi-Wan and Padme….two complete trouble magnets, great. "I'll get a message to Anakin and warn him they might be targeted. At least he's pretty good at staying emotionally neutral if not always calm. Now stop worrying and get some sleep." Dean ordered and Sam sighed but closed his eyes.


Sam stared in shock at the silver cylinder in his brothers' hand. Why did he have his lightsaber? "You going to take it?" Dean asked, smiling at him.

"Dean?"

"It's about time you got this back; neither of us can afford to get rusty. And I found this for you." Dean held out a packet of tools and spare parts used for lightsaber maintenance and something that had Sam swallowing hard….a new crystal. He wouldn't have to fight with a red blade anymore. Somehow Dean had found a new yellow crystal for him, just like the saber he had used as a child.

"Where..how…"

"Dad had it tucked away on board, guess he was waiting for you to need a new lightsaber as you grew up." Dean shrugged and Sam closed his eyes in grief, his Dad had paid who knew how much to make sure he'd have a lightsaber. "Go on little brother, go fix it." Sam nodded and moved to the table to take his lightsaber apart, intent on making it truly his. Dean just smiled as he watched him work. He hoped that showing he trusted Sam with the weapon would help him relax more.

It took the rest of the day but eventually Sam put the tools down and smiled as he picked up his lightsaber, he'd used several of the spare parts and it now felt much more natural in his hand. He carefully turned it on and his smile widened at the sight of the golden blade. He heard Dean whistle in admiration and glanced over to see him grinning. Sam offered it to him so Dean took it to look over. "Great work. Want to try it out?" Sam hesitated before agreeing so they headed outside for a gentle spar.


Dean sighed as he put down the reports Anakin had forwarded to him at his request. "Dean?" Sam called, looking over from where he was putting lunch together.

"Anakin sent some of the reports from the war, it's not looking good." He admitted. Sam finished off and set their plates down on the table so he could read over Dean's shoulder.

"Sidious had the whole war planned and it looks to be staying to that plan so far."

"You know his plans for this?"

"Some of them…he doesn't tell anyone everything."

"Could you write out what you do know? We can forward it to Master Yoda, he has to know we're together by now so he will at least read it."

"Alright. But with me never returning he may suspect I will send information and change things."

"True and I'll warn him about that but some information is better than nothing."

Sam nodded and they ate their lunch before he settled down to write out everything he knew about Sidious and his plans. Meantime Dean began composing his message to his old master.


Yoda hummed as he finished making his tea. Working with the Younglings was always so enjoyable. He placed his tea down and was about to sit when his personal comm unit beeped. If he wasn't a Jedi Master his reaction to seeing where the message came from would have been very undignified. As he was a master he simply opened the message, taking note of the large file accompanying it. It was a relief to finally have word from his Padawan, even if it did confirm he was with his brother and had no plans to return. He would not leave his brother or bring him to the Council. With the war their views on Dark Jedi let alone Sith had become even more rigid, the punishments more severe. At best Samuel would be locked away in a tiny cell for life, all access to the Force blocked but it was more likely the Council would order him killed and Yoda alone could not override such a decision. He opened the file of information and began to read, knowing he had no way of knowing that it was correct, he had only Dean's word that Sam was not working for the Sith Lord.

TBC….