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Chapter 11.
Dean laughed. The sound echoed around the church. He drew the entire gaze of the congregation upon him. Each face asked the same thing, what in the hell was he laughing at?
Sam looked slightly annoyed, as though he had not expected this effect on Dean. Dean couldn't help it, it was funny. It was like the plot of an awful movie.
"You...want me...Sam?" he managed to choke out between chuckles.
"Yeah," Sam sounded intrigued, "what's so funny?"
"You."
"Me?!" It was Sams turn to look bewildered.
"You are one stupid-" He looked at Sam, waiting for him to elaborate, Sam remained silent and Dean continued, "Whatever. You get Sam away from me, convince me he's dead
and then show up here, like that? Well, little brother, I'm going to kill you're sorry ass. I'm going to do worse than that- I'll kill you, save my brother, ressurect you and kill you
again." Dean wasn't laughing anymore.
"Strong words big brother," whispered Sam silkily.
"you're not him," Dean growled. He looked murderous.
"I am now. Trust me. Sam's gone." He winked. Dean struggled against the invisible bonds that held him. Sam flicked a hand and it was Deans turn to fly a little through the air. He
landed beside Missouri and safely on his butt. Sam smiled at him and picked his way through the immobile crowd. He took care to stop at people who glared particularly hard at
him.
"Sam,"
Deans eyes flew to Missouri who was whispering harshly to him.
"What?" He turned to check on Sam, who was now leering at Caleb, and it was a second before he realised that he was able to move. He moved his head back to were it was
before and waited for Sam to approach.
"Sam's here."
Sam stopped in front of Dean. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sam prepare to kneel down beside him. Crouching, Sam was thrown off his feet by an unseen force. Dean
leapt up and bounded over to Sam. In one swift movement, he leapt on top of Sam and punched him across the face, knocking him out instantly.
"Nah, hah." he taunted, unable to resist it. There was a breath of cold air, goosbumps forming along the back of his neck and a voice talking as clearly as though spoke into his ear,
"Figures, I just save your ass and you knock me out."