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Obsidian ~ Raise A Little Hell

The Road So Far:

Sam sniffed. His eyes were growing watery without him wanting it.

Dean sucked his lower lip in. He wasn't good in heart-to-heart moments. Though he felt as if it was important that the hunter knew that he wouldn't tease him. He laid his hand on Sam's bicep, but the hunter flinched away from the touch.

Sam couldn't stop the full-body-shiver that coursed through his entire form. He couldn't stop himself from NOT flinching away from the man's touch, even if he felt the need for physical contact right now.

The demon pulled his hand back and sighed deeply. „Thought we could get some caffeine into us and hit the road ..." He watched the man beside him and saw him nod jerkily.

Chapter 14 ~ On The Road Again

Even though Carl and Ben had suggested to the both of them to stay a bit longer once again, Dean and Sam decided to leave the town behind and get some distance between themselves and the club. It wouldn't do any good if they would still be there in case demons would come looking for them. Well, truth being told, it wasn't any good for Carl and Ben either way. Though, if Sam and Dean would leave enough evidence and a comprehensible false trail for the demons to follow, they MAYBE wouldn't try to get a drop on the couple.

So Dean went to get the Impala, while Sam slurped warm coffee at the bar. The owner stayed at the hunter's side (as if he needed protection), until the Winchester came back. They then headed to the motel, grabbed their belongings and were back on the road after checking out half an hour later.

While Dean drove, Sam sat curled up against the passenger's door with his eyes closed.

He could tell that the hunter wasn't sleeping. He could also tell that ever since what happened between them just a couple of hours ago that Sam was very silent and avoided eye contact with the demon. Okay, this wasn't that weird after what had happened last night – except … it WAS weird.

Sam seemed upset. Which wasn't atypical either, but Dean just couldn't stand it – because of some unknown reason. Okay, he maybe knew why he couldn't stand it, but thinking about it would make things even worse …

What was also weird was the fact that Sam hadn't asked even ONCE where they were heading. Usually he was a total control freak as if he didn't trust the demon (no matter how much time they had spent together already) and asked everything possible, until he knew the smallest detail …

Dean stole glances at the younger man every now and then, who kept his eyes shut and his breathing even. Though Sam felt Dean Winchester's occasional stare on him like no one else's.

„Stop starin' at me.", Sam muttered hoarsely.

Dean stole another glance at the man. „'m not starin'. I'm driving."

„I'm fine, Dean.", he croaked out in a raspy voice. „Just stop it, would you?"

„Can't.", was all the demon said. „How's your throat?"

„Fine.", he answered.

„You don't look fine.", Dean pointed out quietly.

„Where are we heading?" Sam needed to change the topic, before he lost the last piece of self-control he had left and would start to cry.

Dean could hear it in the man's voice, that he'd break down. Right here beside him, if he wouldn't stop bothering him with questions about his wellbeing.

Dean sighed deeply and floored the accelerator. „I know where we can hole up for a week … or two.", he said calmly. „Until you're better."

Sam frowned. He was tempted to look over at the demon, but if he did, the man would look at him too and see tears threatening to well up in his eyes. So he stayed as he was, the muscles in his jaw working.

„We don't need to.", the hunter muttered.

„Yeah, I know. You're fine.", Dean gave back, sounding a bit pissed. „We're on the road, not taking a break ever since we left Bobby's. I'm in for some downtime and so are you. Besides … I think that we should keep it low, overthink things before we march into the next trap like some total idiots, Sam."

The demon was right. The last hunt had gone south without them even noticing. Neither of them had figured out that there were demons around. Nor did they know how it was possible, that they were able to hide from Dean's demonic senses.

„You think it was a spell?", Sam's voice was growing thin.

Dean shrugged, gripping the steering wheel tighter, so that his knuckles turned white. „I don't know. But I think we should figure it out, before we try to nail down another one of them." He cleared his throat. „And you're keepin' your mouth shut until we're at Pastor Jim' 're savin' your voice, Sam."

The hunter didn't argue about that. He'd rather keep to himself anyway at the moment. If they weren't stuck in this car, he'd try to have some quality time on his own.

They stopped at a diner later that day. Sam was dressed in a black woolen turtleneck pullover to hide his bruised neck, and let his hair fall into his face, so that at least the bruise on his forehead wasn't that visible for everyone in the crowded dinner.

Usually he didn't care about things like that … but this was different – the bruises were there because of reasons other than a bar fight, or a wendigo, or a poltergeist. The bruises were there because someone had tried to get into his pants without his permission and because he didn't have the balls to fight the guy off.

Just like back then …

Sam let Dean take the lead into the diner. Let the demon pick the table. The hunter never looked up.

Dean wondered, if Sam would act like that for a while longer. He wasn't used to having him follow like a blind, beaten up puppy … Nor did it feel right to him. He liked that sassy giant moose-bitch and not whatever he was right now.

Besides that, he hated the way people stared at the both of them as they entered the diner and slid into the booth opposite of each other at the table in the very back. Dean wasn't the guy who hid away. Nor had he thought that Sam was like that … but obviously last night had triggered something inside the man that made him uneasy and uncomfortable.

The waitress walked up to their table with a wary expression on her face. She tugged a strand of black hair behind her ears and brushed over the small baby-blue apron, before she pulled a notepad from the hidden pocket of her dark-green dress.

For once, the demon hadn't eyes for the tight dress, nor the long legs or even those big bambi-like eyes. His concern was all directed towards the giant hunter, who was actually trying to make himself small enough to vanish under the damn table.

Dean instantly sensed her distress though, which she managed to hide like a pro under a facade of kindness.

„What can I get you, gentlemen?", she asked with a tight smile, as her gaze darted from Dean to Sam and back at Dean.

„Coke and the menu please." Dean gave her a charming smile, which obviously didn't do its work this time. Instead she gave him a weird look before she tore her attention towards Sam, who hadn't seemed to listen. „What can I get you, hon?" Her smile definitely changed into something warm and sympathetic.

Sam looked up at her and gave her a friendly smile. „Coke light, Miss. - Thank you." He hated how thin and raspy his voice sounded.

Her eyes narrowed and her smile faded as she spotted the hunter's bruised cheekbone. His collar had moved a bit when he had risen his head, so that there was a thin line of the bruising around his neck visible.

Before she turned around to make her way back behind the counter and get them their drinks, she gave Dean a judging glance.

Dean huffed out a breath, as she had vanished and looked over at Sam, who was staring out the window now.

„She thinks I did this to you, Sam," he said, offended. „What a bitch." He didn't just act as if he was pissed. He truly was pissed and upset … and angry.

Sam didn't look at him. He continued to stare out the window. „Nah … don't think so."

„You didn't see the look on her face, boy.", Dean retorted, „She was about to slap me in the face ..."

Sam looked over at him with big innocent eyes and a blank expression on his face. „I'm gonna set it right, 'kay?"

Dean gave him a weird look.

The waitress was right back at the same moment, with their cokes and two menus. While she more or less glared at Dean, she gave Sam a warm smile.

Sam was in for some warm soup, while Dean ordered a Bacon Cheese Burger with fries and extra onions.

When they were done eating and each of them ordered coffee, the waitress had a big slice of cheesecake on a plate, which she placed in front of Sam. „On the house, hon.", she said warmly, „It's soft, so you don't have to chew it … Anna's makin' the softest cheesecakes in this state."

This time she didn't even bother to look at Dean before she left.

„I'm gonna go the bathroom.", Dean announced grumpily. „I think I'm gonna get sick." The rest of what he mumbled was an incoherent mess and surely not meant for anyone to hear. Not even Sam.

Sam gave him a nod. „I'm gonna talk to her, Dean."

„Nah … leave it.", he muttered as he sneaked out of the booth. „We're out here in half an hour tops anyway."

Sam gave him an embarrassed look and a tight nod.

As soon as Dean was gone and had disappeared on the other side of the diner where the toilets were, the waitress slipped in where Dean had just sat. Sam looked up, surprised.

She locked her gaze with him, wearing a serious expression. „You don't have to leave with him, boy," she whispered, as she bowed forward over the table. „It's not healthy, even if you think you're depending on him – there are other ways. Jonathan and James gonna make him leave without ya'." She nodded towards the bar and Sam followed her motion with his look, spotting two giant men wearing cowboy-like clothes there, who gazed towards him at the very moment.

This could go south if he didn't talk this woman in her mid-forties out of it.

Sam's eyebrows furrowed. He was so not in the mood for this shit, though he felt a warm feeling spreading in his gut and felt his face growing all warm and his cheeks tingly with embarrassment.

He looked confused at the woman and blinked at her. „It's okay, Ma'am," he said, trying to hide his embarrassment behind a warm smile.

„No it's not," she barked out, obviously a little bit louder than she meant to.

A couple of people were looking into their direction now.

Sam didn't even have a chance to say something before she continued. „It's not okay, hon. - Relationships like THAT are never going to be okay. No matter how bad you want it. It's goin' to get worse … trust me. I've seen it already. It's going to kill you. HE'S going to kill you ..."

Sam so wished he didn't have to strain his vocal-cords. „No ma'am. - It's a misunderstanding … Dean's … he's …" … my demonic partner, friend, guardian … „He's a friend. He'd never do that." Sam's voice failed and he cleared his throat gingerly. „I was jumped last night ..."

She watched him closely, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth. Then her look fell on the bruising around the hunter's neck and her eyes narrowed once again.

„I got jumped. Honestly. Dean got there in time to … he saved me." The hunter leaned back a bit, sucking in a deep breath – at least as deep as he could.

He was a bull of a man. - Did he really look THAT vulnerable or weak? „Do I look as if I can't fight for myself, lady?" Sam kept his voice soft and calm while he spoke.

„Got nothing to do with strength, boy. Some people know how to turn others into submissive pets," she gave back, with a look that went straight to Sam's soul, making him shudder.

„Is there a problem, Miss?" Dean was suddenly standing beside the table.

Neither of them had noticed him.

She looked up at him, taking in the demon's face with narrowed eyes. Then she looked back at Sam. The waitress obviously didn't quite believe him.

„No, Dean.", she said, pursing her lips. „I'm gonna tell you one thing, boy: You don't hurt people you love." With that she stood up and gave him THAT look. Then she looked at Sam and gave him a just-one-word-and-the-J-brothers-are-gonna-take-care-of-your-problem look.

Nope, she hadn't believed a single word he had said.

Dean gave her a surprised stare, which pretty fast turned pissed. He thrust his jaw forward. „Holy shit, lady. - He got jumped, damn it." Nope, Dean Winchester wasn't able to keep his temper under control. Not in this case. „Jumped!" He turned around and let his gaze sweep through the room. „He got jumped, damn it!"

There were dozens of pairs of eyes on him and then on Sam, who seemed to try to make himself smaller.

Dean swallowed and looked back down at Sam. „C'mon. We're leaving this shithole of a diner." He pulled a few bills from his pocket and threw them on the table without counting. He then took Sam's hand in his – way gentler than anyone had probably thought he would – and pulled him up.

Curious glances followed them until they were out of the diner and settled in the car.

„'m sorry.", Sam muttered. „I tried to explain it to her … but ..:"

Dean rose an eyebrow as he inserted the key. „She didn't believe you, huh?" He chuckled nervously. „I wouldn't have believed you either." He glanced at the thin line of the bruise which stood out under the collar of Sam's pullover. „Lets get out of here before someone thinks he's gotta save you from me. Next time we're gettin' something to go."

Sam gave him a weak smile. „Sure. Yeah."

They didn't stop again until the late afternoon at a gas station to fill up the Impala's tank and to get something to eat.

Dean wanted Sam to leave the car and get inside so he could choose something on his own. But the hunter refused to leave the vehicle. He said he'd rather stay somewhere inside as long as he looked the way he did.

The demon grabbed some Mars and Peanut Butter Cups and corn-dogs. He also got some of that rabit-food Sam loved so much.

Though the hunter didn't touch any of it. He just stared out of the window and watched the scenery flying by.

An hour later they finally arrived in front of a church in the middle of Lewiston, on the border between Idaho and Washington.

The sun was already setting over the town and diving the white old church into reddish and yellowish light.

„We're here.", Dean said and looked over at Sam who had been dozing off at some points during their drive, only to startle awake just minutes later again.

„A church?", he croaked out, as his eyes fluttered open and his attention got drawn towards the building before them. „A pastor?"

Dean smiled. „Yeah. Pastor Jim. Called him half an hour ago, he's waitin' for us."

Could it truly be, that a demon had more friends than him? Sure, Sam had saved a whole lot of people and knew a hand full of hunters. But neither of them was worth his trust.

„A pastor?", Sam asked again, just to be sure.

„Hey, I got my friends, you have yours." The demon smirked now. „Lets get inside."

With a snort, Sam shifted and opened his door, taking a moment to take a few deep breaths of fresh cool air before he got to his feet. When he slammed his door shut and went over to the trunk, a white-haired man in a priest's gown appeared on top of the stairs, his hands folded in front of him.

Dean locked the car and led Sam upstairs towards the older man.

The pastor enveloped Dean Winchester in a tight manly hug. „Good to see you alive, Dean."

„You too," the demon hugged back.

The two of them parted and the priest took a step back to eye the demon's company. „You have to be Samuel Campbell.", the pastor said smiling, „Heard a lot about you already. I'm Jim."

Sam gave him a short nod and a friendly smile.

„Okay. I've got a room ready for the both of you," the old man said and waved them inside the church. „It's a bit small, but I think it'll do. I'm not used to let people sleep here … but I figured I can make an exception for the both of you."

The both men followed the priest through the church and through a door at the back of the altar, where the man's private rooms were. By the looks of it, it was a generously arranged apartment.

„You both get settled while I get dinner ready." The pastor cleared his throat, as he opened the third door to their left in a corridor. „I hope chinese takeout is okay?"

Dean grinned at the man. „Yeah, sure. Whatever you have for us is fine."

The priest watched the demon for a moment longer, before he looked over at Sam. „I'm going to check on your injury before we eat, son." His eyes narrowed at the hunter's neck as if he was able to look through the collar of his pullover.

Sam gave him a curious nod and looked over at Dean, wondering if he had told the man something about what had happened the night before.

„Thanks," the hunter said softly.

„Nothing to thank me for, boy. Dean Winchester's friends are my friends." Jim pursed his lips as his gaze wandered over to the demon, who looked aside shyly.

Then he left, letting them know that the takeout would be delivered soon.

„You told him?" He sounded betrayed. Sam sat down on the bed that was on the left side of the room, shoved against the wall.

Dean dropped his duffel on the bed that was up against the right wall. „I told him that you got hurt and that you won't let me take you to a hospital. I also told him about our attempts to get a drop on a high rank demon. But NO. I didn't tell him about what happened in the alley with the black eyed couple." he didn't look at Sam. „But Sam..." Now he turned around and watched Sam nervously wringing his fingers and hands. „You gotta need someone to talk to ..."

„I don't know what I should talk about," Sam muttered, staring at the space in between his feet.

It wasn't Dean's place to urge someone to talk about their problems or for heart to hearts. He usually didn't bother other people about things. When they didn't want to, they didn't need to.

But this was different. Because it was Sam. And somehow THAT was important.

It hadn't even been twenty-four hours since the demons nearly killed the hunter, but … Dean thought, whatever happened next, that Sam simply NEEDED to talk about it – to someone. He completely understood if it wasn't him he wanted to talk to. But maybe he would talk to Jim. After all he was a priest. Someone humans trusted.

Dean sighed. When the hell had he turned into a fluffy cotton-ball with feelings? When had he started to CARE about others (actually mostly about Sam)?

They headed into the room down the corridor that turned out to be the kitchen. They found the table already laid with boxes of chinese food There were also three different plastic cups, ice tea, water and coke and cheese cake.

Sam hesitated for a moment, before he followed Dean silently to the table, spotting the pastor in his civilian clothes at the sink.

The man turned around and headed towards them. „Sit down.", he said, wearing a friendly smile on his lips, and Sam wondered if priests could ever NOT smile. „Unless you wanna stand while you're eating."

Dean was the first one to sit down, shortly followed by Sam. The demon behaved as if he was at home … just like at Bobby's. Which again, made Sam think about the past weeks in which he had been with Dean Winchester. Despite his black eyes and his powers, he wasn't that different from humans. His cocky attitude, the giant amount of self-esteem and his will to torture whatever stood in between him and what he wanted wasn't that different from a hand full of humans either …

There wasn't so much of a demon inside the man as he actually thought. And besides that … Dean was handsome and had those lovely dimples whenever he smiled. It wasn't just that though. It seemed like everything fit perfectly together. His bowlegs, his butt, the green of his eyes and his always perfectly styled hair whenever he emerged from the bathroom.

He even had friends … human friends. Not something Sam Campbell could say about himself. He didn't really call anyone his FRIEND. High likely, Dean and Bobby were the only ones that came close to it. Though, his feelings for the demon had a nuance of something MORE.

„So … take whatever you want, boys," the pastor rose Sam from his thoughts. „There's also soup in those cups."

Sam gave him a thankful nod and reached for one of them, while the other went for the solids.

When it seemed like it was all done, Sam rose and wanted to go for the empty bags to carry them back into the kitchen, but the pastor stopped him with a gesture of his hand. „Nah, it's fine, Sam. Let them be." He smiled at him. „I'd rather like to have a look at your ..." He pointed at his own throat, but fixed Sam's gaze over the distance.

The pastor walked around the table and kneeled down. Before he reached for the man's collar, he looked up at him, searching the nonverbal permission to touch him.

Sam gave him a short nod and lifted his jaw slowly.

„I was working on the battlefield, you know?" he started to explain. „So I've some experience ..." He hissed as he pulled the collar down and took in the broad bruise. „That bastard got you good."

Sam made an approving sound.

„Any trouble with breathing properly?" the pastor asked, as he traced feather-light over the bruise.

The hunter nodded slightly.

Dean's eyes narrowed. He hadn't mentioned anything … though he didn't need to anyway, since he had been able to hear it.

„What about swallowing? Rather liquids than solid food, huh?" Jim let go of the collar and stood back up with a grimace on his face.

Sam nodded again.

„Guess it's gonna last two weeks or so until the swelling's gone completely." Jim sniffed and went back to his chair. „So ..." His gaze darted towards Dean, „... you both are working together?"

„Kind of," Sam answered raspy before the demon could answer.

„Actually … I kidnapped him to get … you know ..." Dean stole a shy glance at Sam. „... the ritual done."

The priest pulled a grimace again. „I take it … you couldn't do it?"

„It didn't work," Dean corrected him, „Got my hands on a different one … it … just didn't work. Well then there were demons ..."

„... And Dean stuffing a cursed coin in me," Sam continued, annoyed.

„How often do I need to say that I'm sorry?" The demon was obviously offended. He looked at the Campbell reproachfully. „Anyways ..." He looked back at Jim, „Alistair tracked us down and we had to get out … and ended up at the Salvage. Now we're trying to figure out where Alistair is and … and how to stop him."

„You mean: Kill him, huh?", Jim leaned back with a heavy sigh.

Dean and Sam nodded in union.

„We just didn't think that our last job could be a trap …" He nodded towards Sam. „Was touch and go … Now we're laying low. Diving under for a week or two, gettin' our shit together and try to figure out how those bastards were able to hide from me." … and most of all, letting Sam heal up.

„Good idea." His gaze flickered towards Sam, who seemed to prefer to watch the pattern on the table and then looked back at Dean. „You know … you both can stay here as long as you want."

Dean gave him a weak smile. „Thanks, man."

„You know you're welcome." The priest looked back at the hunter, watching him with a lingering expression on his face.

Sam shoved his chair back a bit and rose. „Thanks for dinner and checking on me," he whispered, „If it's okay, I'd like to go to sleep," he shared a short glance with the pastor and one with Dean.

„Good night, Sammy," Dean smiled at him warmly.

Sam smiled back affectionately, mouthing „have fun".

„We'll do.", the demon said and watched Sam leave the kitchen, before he turned his attention back to the pastor.

Jim ripped his gaze away from the threshold where Sam had just disappeared and gazed at the demon, who was about to get himself a second piece of cheesecake. „So ...", he started hesitantly, „... you both are partners?" He pursed his lips, watching Dean's features closely as if he was waiting for a hint of something special.

Dean wiggled with his head to the left and right. „Kind of … yeah."

„You're different from the last time I had the pleasure to see you, son." The pastor sounded as if he was waiting for Dean to spill. „You're … more social."

Dean huffed out a laugh, before he took a fork full of cake into his mouth. „'m not."

The priest's lips twitched. „You seem more relaxed, more … of everything ..." He rose an eyebrow at the man. „He seems to do you good. - You like him ..." The pastor still didn't seem to be able to point his finger on what was different, or what had changed the demon's behaviour. „You like him very much … don't you?"
Dean swallowed the bite of cake down and put the plate aside, before he looked up at the man, with slightly flushed cheeks (not that the demon ever blushed in his life). That the father had pushed one of the right buttons was clearly visible on the demon's face anyway.

„Why would you ask things like that, Jim?" Dean's eyes narrowed, his forehead creased.

Pastor Jim smirked a bit now. „Because … I think you should tell him. The way he looks at you … I think it's a bit more than just being buddies."

„C'mon, Jim, don't start that know exactly that I can't have such a thing.", Dean reached for his plate again and placed it in his lap. „I'm a freaking demon. I do not LIKE things – Above all, not a human THING." He took another fork full of cake. „I know what you tried with Jeremiah back then. Leave it."

„But this man knows what and who you are and he hasn't run from you. He's still there," Pastor Jim interfered.

„Because he has no other choice. Because Alistair's after him. That's why he's here. And see what it nearly cost him." He nodded towards the door frame.

„When you called me two weeks ago and asked me to watch out for demon activities around here, you also told me, that Sam Campbell offered to join you. Wouldn't he have been safer at Bobby's?" The pastor shifted slightly and leaned forward, bracing his elbows onto the kitchen table. „You both are sharing your motel-rooms. You're living in each other's pockets ..."

Dean glared at him. „Because we can't afford to rent two different rooms. Well … we can, but we don't want to. We're saving money that way. And it's SAFER. There's nothing going on between me and the hunter. We don't have sex – in plain english - if that's what you wanna know."

The pastor chuckled and grinned at him. „I'm not talkin' about sex, son. - I'm talkin' about falling in love."

„Awww, shut up." Dean put the plate back on the table and stuck the fork into it as if he was disgusted. He pulled a grimace and shook his head as if he had seen, heard or thought about something gross. „There's no such think like love. And you. YOU shouldn't take the word SEX into your mouth EVER. You're a damn freakin' priest."

„Well, but when I was younger I did have sex with a lot of women before I became married to the church." He smiled reassuringly.

„Dude stop. Don't talk about THAT with me." Dean shook his head. „Besides ..." A cocky smirk was growing on his lips, „You're married to god now, aren't you? … Does that make you gay?"

The priest frowned at him confused. It didn't seem as if he had ever thought like that about his presbyterate.

„I'm pretty tired ..." Pastor Jim rose and cleared his throat gingerly. „Good night, Dean."

„Aww, c'mon! Now that our conversation would get interesting, you're leaving me all alone with my naughty thoughts?" Dean's grin was remarkably smug.

„Good night, son," the priest said once again. „I'm going to clean up tomorrow."

Dean smiled triumphantly and clicked with his tongue. Won.

He sat there for a long while, staring at the impaled piece of cake, thinking about the man's words. The priest was kind of right. He CARED about the hunter. He LIKED the hunter. Hell, he even thought how it would be to have damn freaking hot sex with Sam Campbell. But what confused him about that was, that he didn't just want to have sex with him. He wanted to feel his skin, how his lips felt. He also wanted to just be close to Sam and hold him (Just holding. Never cuddling. No way.). Dean wanted to make him smile and laugh and to be happy. He wanted so many things – and sex was one of the lesser ones (which was pretty disturbing, since he was a damn freaking womanizer and LOVED to have sex).

Dean glanced at his watch. It was short before midnight already, so he decided that he'd get some sleep too. A little nap after THAT MUCH food would be pleasant. Maybe even taking a long hot shower before that.

So he turned the lights in the kitchen off and headed through the dark corridor towards his and Sam's room. He stopped shortly in front of it and frowned. The lights inside were still on …

He shrugged the fact that the hunter had to be still awake off and went inside, to find both beds empty. Sam's duffel was on the foot-end of the other bed and he could hear the shower through the bathroom door which was close to his left.

The demon's frown deepened, as he listened more closely and heard – besides water hitting the tiles – hiccups and sobs from the other side of the door.

„Sam?" Dean asked tentatively and walked up at the door, laying his flat palm on the wood. „You in there?"

There was no answer. High likely he wasn't hearing him through the noise of the water spray.

„Sam?!" he called out a bit louder. „You okay?!"

Dean sucked in his lower lip and thrust his jaw forward, thinking hard for a moment. He knew the hunter loved his dignity more than anything else. He'd hate it, if Dean would get inside while he was – naked – under the shower.

And though …

Dean Winchester didn't like what he heard from the outside. He didn't like to hear Sam cry … it sounded sad and desperate … then again … humans often cried because they were sad or desperate …

He laid his hand on the door-handle and took a deep inhale, before he pushed it down …

… to be continued