A/N Dean Sam's soul in Dean's body

SamDean's soul in Sam's body

Sam and Dean wasted no time gloating over the fact that Lenore had bought their charade hook line and sinker. She had bought every ounce of it and she knew them, on a personal level, not on the-I-want-to-murder-the-Winchester-brothers-for-giggles level that most of the supernatural community knew them. There would be time for breaking character and gloating after this whole mess was over, vampires caught and taken care of, and deal broke and returned to their bodies.

They slept for a few hours, just enough to keep their minds sharp but not enough to waste daylight. Sam went to the local bookstore and purchased a map of the area and the two of them sat at their tiny motel desk and put together a map of all of the recent deaths.

"Sam there is no discernable pattern. They are all over the place." Dean threw his pencil down on the map and ran a hand down the length of his face. "This is not going to be easy."

"Since when is any hunt we participate in?" Sam asked as he straddled a chair and looked at his brother and the map. "Is there a shape to the killings?"

"Shape?"

"Yeah, like a pentagram, a letter, or number, or even a square or something?"

"Kinda like that Zoroastrian symbol and Meg."

"Exactly." Dean picked the pencil back up and starred at the dots on the map, trying to play a supernatural version of connect the dots. He eventually made some light hesitant lines on the map. He looked up at his brother slowly, eyes squinted in thought. "You know, vampires were people before they were turned. Why in the world would you make a patter except to get caught?"

"Good question." They both sighed. "I guess we are back to square one." Sam sighed and stretched his long arms above his head, standing he stretched his back and began to pace a little. "Is it limited to one county?" Dean looked back down at the map and most of his dots were in the same county.

"All but three."

"Okay. So how far into this county are the dots?"

"They are all through this county."

"So that excludes them living in a different county and coming into this one to do the damage."

"True. The one county that they seem to be straying into is the one that is closest."

"Good. So, now, we've talked to the local bar owner, and he said what?"

"He said that there is a rowdy bunch that comes in almost every single night."

"How many bars are there in the local area?" Dean shook his head. Sam grabbed his laptop, and opened it, waited for it to turn on and he looked in the internet white pages. "Looks like the next bar is twenty miles away." He said looking up from the screen. "They must be in the area."

"Freaking needle in a haystack." Dean muttered.

"I know. I guess now we wait for Lenore."

They restlessly waited for nightfall and then as soon as there was a knock on their door they jumped up and grabbed weapons. Just because it was a knock at the door, didn't mean that what was on the other side was friendly.

Dean, holding his gun cocked at the ready, opened the door a fraction of an inch and when he saw it was Lenore he put the safety back on and opened it all of the way. She entered briskly and gave a small smile of greeting to Sam.

"What have the two of you found?" she asked

"Well, all we can tell is that they are in this county. Probably within a 20 mile radius of the bar."

"Why do you assume 20 miles?"

"Because 20 miles away is the next closest bar." She nodded taking in the information.

"Looks like we need to start talking to people about houses being bought or sold by a large group of people."

"I put calls out to people today." Sam said.

"Good."

"Then I guess tonight, my nest and I need to "sniff" around." She said with a smile and turned to leaved. "I'll call you guys if I find anything-"

"And we'll call if we find anything." Sam confirmed.

And that conversation launched the next week's worth of searching. Sam and Dean would find a lead, look around as much as possible, and if they thought that maybe that the vampires could be in there they called Lenore and they went at night. Trial and error became their new best friends. The brother's Winchester were a little concerned that the other nest would figure out they were gunning for them and move out of the area, Lenore, however, reassured them that it took a lot of planning to get an entire nest coordinated and moved out of an area, and if the nest they were looking for tried it, they would most certainly know about it.

It was on a Saturday, beginning the last full week of Dean's life, when they found the nest. It was Sunday, when vampires in conjunction with the Winchesters beheaded over 20 vampires; it was Monday morning that they nursed their wounds and received a thank you and a good bye from Lenore and her nest. It was Monday night that they were back on the road to Bobby's house.

Riding in the Impala had always been a sedative for Sam. When they were growing up, he never slept well in the cheep motel rooms, or at Bobby's, or Pastor Jim's or even Caleb's. However, put him in the Impala and he could sleep, and sleep well, for days. When he had gone to Stanford, after the first few weeks of being there he had learned how to sleep well in his bed, and then learned how to sleep well in a bed with Jessica, however, when he had gotten back on the road with his brother sleeping in the old '67 Chevy put him right out just like it had when he was a kid. Dean had never said anything, always turned the music down when he slept, had even put his coat over him, turned the heater up and pointed them at him, always keeping him warm and comfortable.

Sam had always thought that if the tables were turned he would have been aggravated that he was in a car with someone and they slept. He always thought that driving for 8 hours at a time with your passenger dead to the world would be boring. However, when he looked over at his own body curled up sleeping against the car door, he realized that Dean didn't mind. He looked at it like he was finally able to provide something that relaxed his little brother, he was finally able to do something to ease his brother's troubles.

Sam snickered inside Dean's head and took another look at his own body curled up against the door. It looked incredibly uncomfortable, what was weird, was that it wasn't. He was always comfortable sleeping with his head against the cool glass. Flashes of the first weeks after they had been reunited flittered in Dean's head. Accompanying the images were tinges of emotion, worry, guilt, love, and fear. Dean had worried that his brother wouldn't ever be able to get over the love of his life's death, worried that he didn't know his little brother anymore, worried that he wasn't doing all that he could to help his brother, guilt over the fact that he was happy that Sam was at his side again, guilt over pulling his baby brother out of his perfect safe life and making him go out on a hunt with him again, guilt for Jessica's death—Dean was fairly certain that it was his fault that things happened the way they did, love for a little brother who had grown up so much while he had been away, and fear that the demon was targeting his family and that his brother would be next, and fear as to what he would do if his little brother would be killed.

It always turned back to that: what would Dean do if everyone abandoned him? Sam had realized earlier in the week that one of the only reasons he worried about going to Hell was that he was going to be alone. No one would ever join him in Hell, and Dean was fairly certain that that was going to be his pain and fear. Dean knew if the demons and the devil wanted to destroy him all they had to do was make him relive that day in Cold Oak every day for eternity.

'Don't worry Dean, that won't happen. I promise.' Sam thought and pressed down on the accelerator.