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Sam had woken early and gone over the information they had gathered the previous day, or at least he had gathered. But now his stomach was starting to growl, he needed breakfast and coffee, he might as well pick up something for Dean and Cas as well. With that in mind he grabbed his coat and made his way out of his room. He mind was dwelling on what they needed to do that day, so much so he didn't at first notice his brother in the parking lot. But as soon as he did he went on alert. Because he not only recognised Dean, he also recognised the demon he was talking to. The demon he had presumed was dead. What the hell was Crowley doing alive and well, and engaging his brother in what seemed, from this distance at least, a friendly freaking conversation? Just what the hell was going on here? What had he missed? Cos this cosy behaviour could only have happened when he was in the hospital. What had Dean done this time?
"What the hell Dean?" Sam snapped when he got close enough to his brother so that he didn't alert anyone else who was around.
"Hey Sammy." Dean responded plastering a fake smile on his face while he quickly tried to come up with a reason he was talking to Crowley. Hell he probably also needed a reason as to why the demon was alive.
"What were you and Crowley talking about? And for that matter, what the hell is Crowley doing alive?" Sam asked crossing his arms and glaring at his brother.
"We may have made a deal." Dean replied deciding to stick to a sort of truth.
"A deal?! You made a deal with the king of fucking hell?" Sam asked complete flabbergasted by Dean's words. Why the hell would Dean make a deal with any demon? Especially that one? He was a slimy sack of shit.
"Well yeah." Dean winced in response. Even hearing the words made him feel dirty. And thinking about what he had done made him feel even worse.
"What sort of deal Dean?" Sam asked in an even tone. He knew if he lost his temper then he would get nothing from his brother. And he needed to know exactly what Dean had done, and why.
"I released him in return for intel. He was just giving me an update on the Abaddon situation." Dean replied throwing his shoulders back and glaring at his brother hoping to make him believe him.
"Abaddon's dead Dean." Sam responded narrowing his eyes. His brother was lying, he would put money on it. But he didn't know what exactly he was lying about.
"Not so much it seems. I mean you yourself said you saw her smoke out." Dean replied trying to find a reason for what he was saying. Something Sam would accept and leave well enough alone.
"Fine. But why make a deal with Crowley? We have a dungeon we could have kept him in, got intel from him that way." Sam responded logically. There was something he was missing here, and he would discover it.
"Oh come on, you really think he would talk? Plus I thought it would be good to have the king of hell owe us one, have him on our side." Dean replied going on the defensive.
"You know working with Crowley only ever works for him. We always get screwed." Sam argued running his hand throw his hair in exasperation at his brothers words. Just what the hell was Dean thinking? Was he thinking at all?
"I didn't have a lot of choices did I? Its nots like heaven are our biggest supporters right now." Dean snapped back. He was so done with this interrogation. He had saved his brother's life, why couldn't he just accept what he had to say and move on? Why couldn't he just let it go?
"God Dean. I don't know how you can be so stupid." Sam replied with a shake of his head. He just couldn't believe Dean had done this. It made no sense.
"Yeah well, you weren't exactly all there at the time and I had to do something with him. I wasn't just gonna leave him for his minions to release without getting something in return was I?" Dean argued thinking fast for a reason why he had made a deal, a reason that didn't involve him telling Sam how close he had come to dying.
"Fine Dean, fine. I'm going to get breakfast, why don't you go back to Cas." Sam sighed in response. He couldn't have this conversation right now. They already had enough to deal with, but he knew this would come back and bite them in the ass at a later date. At least he now knew that it was there he guessed. From the looks of it Dean hadn't been planning on telling him. Bloody typical.
"Sure." with that Dean turned to walk back to his room and back to Cas, but after a couple of steps he turned back to his brother. "Make sure you get Cas pancakes with syrup, He has a sweet tooth, and coffee. Lots of coffee."
Sam walked off from his brother reeling in disbelief at what he had done. He had released the king of hell. He had made a deal with Crowley for intel. Who did that? Dean had had him at his mercy, why would he just let him go for intel? It was then Sam stopped walking as it suddenly hit him.
Dean wouldn't do that. No matter what he said, his brother would not release Crowley unless he had damn good reason to. And he had said he had made a deal with him. Dean had made a demon deal with Crowley. Oh no fucking way. Please god, don't let his brother have done what he was starting to think he had. But… it made a sick kind of sense he realised as all the pieces slotted into place in his mind. Dean would never have actually acted on his feelings for Cas unless… unless he had a deadline, dead being the operative word. Just how ill had he been? Sam tried to think, but all he could remember was the pain and the feeling of burning up from the inside when he had decided to stop the trials. And then he had woken in the hospital bed as good as new. Just like the time he had died and come back without a scratch. Just like the last time Dean had made a deal with a demon for his life.
Had Dean seriously sold his soul for him? Again? Oh man, he had thought they were over this shit. Over throwing away their own lives for the other's. But this was Dean. This was what he did. And if he happened to have the king of hell at hand and he was dying? He could definitely see his brother not thinking twice about selling his soul to Crowley. Fan-fucking-tastic. Another thing he was going to have to deal with. He needed to talk to Dean, but he knew his brother would deny it until he was blue in the face unless Sam had some proof. He needed to get hold of his medical records. Yeah, with them in hand there was no way Dean could deny what he had done.
But right now they were in the middle of a case and he needed his laptop and time to hack the hospital. Deal with the vampires first, then find out if his suspicions were correct. And if they were, well then he and Dean were gonna have a serious talk about what being a brother really meant.