Hey Everyone! Thank you all for the continuing reviews and support! As always, I look forward to reading critiques and suggestions from you guys, so don't be shy. I'm a bit excited/nervous for this chapter. A chance for deeper bonding to go between our hardy boys.

Also, remember in the early seasons that whenever Dean and Sam needed to talk about feelings, 90% of the time it took place outside next to their car? At least I hope I'm remembering it right. I'm about into my eighth glass of wine. Everything is a bit fuzzy.

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Warning: Unbeta, language

Chapter Fourteen: Breakups and Makeups

"I'm not a crybaby, I'm the crybaby
A caterpillar that got stuck
Mr. Moth come quick with any luck
A long walk to a dark house
A Roman candle heart keep us far apart"

- Tiffany Blews, Fall Out Boy

Dirt crunches under Luke's feet as he storms down the barren highway, hands white from the force of clenching them into tight fists. He tries to focus on his breathing as he tells himself that he didn't care if the sun was beginning to set nor did he care that it would be another ten miles before he would begin to see Bobby's old road sign.

He didn't care because he had to get away. With Ellen's new found information bouncing relentlessly around in his head, the Impala felt cramped and suffocating instead of the protective shell he began to see it as. It also didn't help that Dean and Sam kept sharing knowing glances for the entire ride.

So he decided to split.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean shouts over the familiar rumbling engine. The Impala rolls gently on the road, adjunct to Luke and a small part of Luke feels guilty for his sudden departure.

But not too guilty. He is definitely not in the mood to be coddled by Dean or Sam's puppy eyes.

"You can't just demand for me to pull over and then jump out before I pull over." Dean says incredulously.

Luke ignores him and picks up his pace.

Dean swears and the next moment, the Impala disappears from his peripheral vision. Luke tries to walk faster as he hears the car break behind him followed by two car doors opening and closing.

"Hey!" Dean calls out. Luke turns to see them running to him and he weighs his options of the possibility of outrunning them. The thought is quickly abandoned when he sees Sam's determined look, and if there was anything more tenacious than a bulldogs bite, its Sam.

"What the hell was that about?" Dean demands.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that an international spy agency is hunting me down," Luke replies venomously. "Or maybe it's because there are a legion of demons that are not just trying to capture me, but recruit me as well. Or maybe it's because you two have been lying to me this whole time! Take your pick!"

Dean, thrown off by Luke's violent reply, is speechless. Luke's shoulders slump in disappointment to Dean's lack of response and his gaze is sets on his dusty converse shoes.

"You came back for me at the hospital for more than reason, so why?" Luke pleads. "Why did you really take me in?"

"For your safety, it's best if-"

"Fuck safety." Luke cut Dean off short. For the first time he can remember, he's furious. For the first time, he's hurt because…

Because he thought he was one of them.

"This is my life. I should have the right to know what the hell is going on. So please, no more bull shit. I deserve that much at least."

Dean hesitates. But Sam, as always, comes to the rescue and steps in.

"Dean hasn't lied to you." Sam says. "When we first met you, we only knew that demons were interested in you but other than that we had no concrete answers. Only theories." Sam pulls out his father's journal, the same journal that the brothers safeguarded even from him, out of his tan jacket and hands it over to Luke.

Luke takes the worn leather book warily and he studies it. Most pages seemed to be colored with age and coffee while other pages appeared to be filled to the brim with sticky notes. Whatever anger Luke carried with him, it depleted with Sam's action. "When we were just kids, a powerful demon, yellow eyes, came to our home. He took our mother, our home and whatever normal lives we had. Ever since then, we've been hunting. But a year ago, I...started to have dreams. Dreams that come true. Dreams where people die and this past year, these visions have been getting stronger."

Luke looks to Dean for confirmation

"No, keep going. Let's just have this loud, private conversation out in the open for everyone to hear!" Dean bit out through clenched teeth.

"And there are others." Sam continues.

"Others?"

"Yeah." Sam confirmed as the corner of his mouth twitched slightly into a grin. "Me and Dean actually met a guy who has mind control."

"So, you think that I'm psychic? Like you?" Luke gives a short laugh. "If I had powers, don't you think that I would have used them by now?"

"We were thinking that, maybe your powers are tied to your memories. Maybe they're just dormant."

"You know what? I'm out." Luke disbelieving, hands the journal back to Sam. "I'm done with all the bromance looks and the patronizing. If you two are going to keep secrets from me, then I'm out."

"So what's your plan, John Wayne? How are you going to keep low with the feds and demons on your ass?"

"What, you think you can do better?"

"Actually, yes. I've been on the most wanted list for over a year now, smartass."

Luke was about to snap back when Dean's cell interrupted. Releasing a slow breath Dean pulls out his cell and answers.

"Yeah?" Dean pauses before looking at Luke that clearly says, 'we're not even close to being done yet'.

"No, I'm still here. What's the problem?" Dean walks away from them.

"Luke, we're sorry." Sam begins, his eyes soft and genuine. "I'm sorry. It was wrong for us to keep you out of the loop. It's still your choice to stay or go, but know that you don't have to. You're right to not believe me, but I was just really hoping...that you were like me. That I wasn't the only freak in this family."

And didn't that make Luke feel like a dick.

Luke raked his hand through his hair and sighed. If Sam wasn't a hunter, he would have made a damn good therapist.

"Alright," Luke relented. "If I am part of this messed up family, just promise me no more bullshit. I don't think I can handle any more surprises."

"With our line of work, I don't think I can promise anymore surprises, but yeah man. I hear ya. No more coddling." Sam agrees and they both smile. The warm moment is interrupted.

"If you girls are finished with your chick flick moment, Bobby has a job for us out west."

Sam and Luke roll their eyes and with the situation handled, head back to the Impala, side by side.

"I can't believe you jumped out of a moving car." Sam remarks.

"I can't believe I used bromance in a sentence."

They approach the Impala just as Dean shuts his cell off with a snap. Dean looks to the both of them with a tired expression. "We good?" Dean asks.

Sam looks to Luke and waits for him to respond. Luke fidgets.

"Yeah, we're good. Sorry about that." Luke apologizes but Dean just waves it away. Still feeling awkward and guilty, Luke decides to ask his last question.

"So what now? Am I going to go all Darth Vader?"

"Not on my watch, Skywalker." Dean proclaims. "Listen, whatever happens, we'll deal with it. Together."

"Together." Luke repeats.

One by one they climb back into the Impala and Luke lets what Dean says sink in. Dean's eyes meet Luke's through the rear view mirror and Luke is surprised that he is not only able to read Dean's look but understand the message.

I'm not sure what the future will bring but I swear I won't let either of you down

Luke nods, sending his own message back.

I believe you