Disclaimer: They aren't mine… although if they were… it would be huGGs all around… poor boys! (Anyone who's seen the mid-season cliffhanger knows what I'm talking about) So, sucks they don't belong to me!

NOTE#1: Sorry about the Wednesday cliffy… forgive me? I adore all the reviews, favs and alerts… for all my stories… THANK U'LL!

Chapter 21

Dean could feel the panic seep in the longer Sammy stayed silent. When he couldn't stand the silence any longer he reached out and took a hold of his little brother's arm, giving it a slight squeeze as he asked, "Sammy?"

"D." Sammy whispered as he looked at him with tears in his eyes.

Dean jumped out of the car as he pocketed his keys he told his little brother, "Hang on, I gotcha."

Manhandling Sammy out of the car and into the room he had Sammy on the bed before he let go as he told him, "I'll be right back." In under five minutes he had the car unloaded and the doors and windows salted.

Sitting down beside Sammy he told him ,"Don't worry Sammy we will deal with it just like before."

"No." Sammy whispered as he reached out for Dean, trying to sit up.

"Sammy I promise. I don't care if you're psychic wonder woman… I got you back. So I don't care." Dean tried to tell his little brother how he felt, he really didn't care. It all seemed so unimportant in the scale of things.

"D." He looked at him as he said, "Stop fretting."

Dean pierced his lips into a thin line as he told him, "I just got you back."

"Dean. It's just a headache." He told his brother as he opened his eyes.

"Oh." Dean seemed to deflate as he slumped down next to him finally allowing himself to relax just a fraction. "But why…"

"Distraction maybe?" Sammy suggested as he tried once again to sit up.

"From the case, you mean?" Dean questioned as his hand unconsciously reached for his little brother.

"Yeah," He sighed as Dean stopped short of grabbing a hold of him to plump up the two pillows on his bed and prop the one on top of the other and then helped him to sit up.

"Yeah, think about it, they had bad luck in the town for how long? What if it's more than just bad luck…" Sammy said as he tried to work it out in his head.

"What? Like a demon?" Dean asked with a frown.

"Yeah, like a demon someone summoned." Sammy said as he rubbed his head.

Meanwhile Dean was handing Sammy a couple of pills and a bottle of water as he asked, "You really think it could be that simple?"

Sammy snorted as he glanced at his brother.

"Yeah, I know." Dean agreed. Because nothing was that simple when it came to them.

After Sammy took the medicine and handed the cup back to Dean he swung his legs over the side of the bed and started to stand.

Dean placed an hand on his chest to stop him as he told him, "Just give the meds a chance to kick in, would ya?"

Sammy studied his big brother who looked so exhausted; he nodded as he looked down and away he said, "I'm sorry, D."

"For what?" Dean asked confused.

"That you have to worry about me all the time." Sammy said sadly.

"That's my job, ain't it?" Dean asked with a pat to Sammy's chest.

Sammy slumped down in defeat, he didn't want to be Dean's job… just his little brother.

"Sammy look at me." Dean demanded as he fisted Sammy's shirt.

Sammy looked at him the unshed tears clear to see.

"I'm glad to have you around to worry about." Dean admitted, chick flick be damned.

"But if I hadn't come…" Sammy started only to have big brother interrupt with a sternly snapped word.

"Don't." Dean growled unconsciously tightening his grip on his little brother's still fisted shirt.

Sammy jerked as he said, "But."

"Don't ever finish that sentence. I don't want it any other way. You got me?" Dean gave him a little shake and let go of his shirt.

Sammy nodded as he tried for a smile.

"Good, little brother." He nodded as he reached out grasped Sammy's shoulder.

"Do you want to go ahead and leave me here…" Sam asked quietly as he thought silently, Please say no, please say no.

"So NOT happening, Sammy." Dean growled as he stood and walked over to the table, turning he asked, "Where's the ring?"

Sammy got that stubborn look on his face.

Dean grinned as he told his brother, "I thought we'd leave it here, no use tempting fate by taking it to 'the town' with us."

"It's in my duffle." Sammy admitted wearily.

"Dumb ass." Dean snapped as he scrambled over to the duffle and started digging through it.

"What?" He asked wondering why Dean was calling him names.

"That's probably why you're head is about to explode. Remember when I had it on me?" Dean snapped as worry was quick to waterfall over him as he searched for the ring.

"But I didn't have it on me." Sammy argued as he watched him search.

"No, just in your shit. That's why it took longer." Dean growled, his worry now firmly masked in anger.

"Oh." Sammy said as he stood up and told Dean, "I'm feeling better. Let's go." He smiled at Dean as he looked at his duffle and he thought, 'He's going to move it.'

"Liar." Dean said without looking at him. Triumphantly he pulled the ring out and held it up for Sammy to see. He grinned, leaving it wrapped up as he laid it on the table. Then he moved Sammy's stuff to the other side of the room; just for insurance.

Then once on the road Dean spent the entire drive to Lucky Springs watching Sammy. He noticed he was rubbing his head less. So either the meds kicked in or the separation of the ring from Sam's stuff did.

They made it to Lucky Springs without further incidence. Looking on both sides of the road, they spotted the Lucky Springs Café with the Elenitsa's Authentic Greek Restaurant across the street. They parked in front of the café and then Dean looked at Sam and asked, "Do you feel better now that we put distance between you and that ring?"

Sammy grinned as he told him, "Yeah, Dean. I'm okay. Although I'm getting kinda hungry."

Dean grinned as he said, "Now, that's my boy."

Sammy grinned back as they both got out of the car.

As they opened the door a very pretty girl walked out followed by a very old woman. The same woman from the newspaper article.

Dean and Sammy looked at each other and then back at the pair of women.

The old woman gave Dean a look of disgust as she looked Dean up and down and then told him, "Nu sunt adecvate pentru privirea de la meu nepot."

Dean raised his eyebrows as he looked at Sammy.

The younger woman gasped as she whispered in a horrified voice, "Bunica!"

The old woman shook her head as she smiled and then said, "Ea este menit pentru lucruri mai bune decat li place de tine."

Again the girl cried out, "Bunica."

The old woman replied, "Meu nepot."

"I'm sorry, I must apologize for my grandmother." The red faced girl said in a hushed whisper.

Sammy smiled at the old woman as he told her, "You are right, he is not fit to gaze upon your grandchild. And I'm sure she is meant for better things than the likes of us. We meant no disrespect, mam."

The woman grinned as she told her grandchild, "Go tell Max that they get a free meal, anything they want. I like this one." She gave Dean an appraising look that had him raising his eyebrows again as he glanced at his little brother, "I'll meet you at home." she told the young woman, clearly dismissing her.

The young woman kissed her grandmother on the cheek as she walked back into the café.

Sammy watched the grandmother watch a woman about her age come out of the restaurant across the street. He was surprised to see such sadness on her features before she blanked her face and started to walk away.

TBC

NOTE#2: The names are Greek and Romanian. Plus the grandmother is really speaking Romanian, but names of towns I made up.