Their mothers stayed through the weekend. Bobby let them out of their Latin work on Saturday, and they all went to a movie and partook in the sunshine. While they sat at the theater, Sam found himself itching to get up and move, he wanted to do something physical, wanted to be working on his Latin, working on his Greek, something, anything, he felt like he was wasting precious time sitting there watching a movie about two actors who meant nothing in the grand scheme of the world.

He felt the time slipping through his fingers and he wanted out of the theater, he wanted to get back to his training, and he spared a glance at his brother who was next to his own mother and the two of them caught each other's gaze. In the month and a half they had been training together, they had learned how to read the other. Dean's expression revealed that he would rather be training, learning, and practicing. He gave Sam a look that indicated that he needed to stay quiet and at least pretend that he was enjoying the movie that was playing out in front of them.

Their mothers had again fixed them a fine supper and the boys tried to engage in pleasant conversation this time. They wanted to enjoy the time spent, but both boys had to concentrate on not letting their knees bounce underneath the table.

Anna and Sarah went to bed that night, kissed their sons on the cheeks, and as soon as the women were asleep, Sam and Dean put on shirts, jeans, and shoes and hurried outside and back into the obstacle course that was set up in the woods, and they spent hours running together, making it through the woods, and all of the traps that were there, getting each other out of the traps they didn't know about. Before they knew it dawn was just over the horizon. They came back tired but content. The training had done them good, however, it did not make for two happy mothers.

Church, like most Sundays wasn't an option. Dean and Sam had decided when they started training with Bobby that it would be best to seek a higher power so they didn't get quagmired in the evil that they would be fighting. Together they had chosen an Episcopalian church not too terribly far from Bobby's house, but today they were being separated and forced to go the churches of their youth. Mothers insisted. Sons obeyed. After church they got their gear together and both mothers kissed their sons again, each shedding a tear or two and left them to each other and to their training. Difficult didn't begin to describe how it affected the brothers.

Sam and Dean spent most of the day silent and doing basic household chores that they always did on Sundays after church. Bobby simply eyed them as they moved back and forth through the house, cleaning, doing laundry, standing by the sink and eating a sandwich. They each were missing a piece of themselves it seemed. Each seemed a little lost. Bobby sighed and wondered just how much work lie ahead for him.

Sam opened the bedroom door that he and Dean shared and put his clothes on the bed. Dean looked up from his book and watched his little brother.

"What's the matter?" Dean asked closing the magazine.

"Just thinking."

"Looks like you are thinking awful hard about something."

"My mother looked at me today like I was someone completely different. Like a stranger."

"We can't blame them."

"What do you mean?"

"We've changed a lot in the last couple of months. Would you have stood up to your mom last year?" Sam stopped and thought about it.

"No I guess I wouldn't have."

"A year ago I wouldn't have gotten my hair cut any shorter than it was when you met me. But, for me it just isn't functional having all of that hair while I hunt. That is something that my mom even mentioned. We've both changed for practical reasons and simply because we learned we are brothers."

"We changed because we found out we are brothers?" Sam asked and sat down on the bed facing his brother. He sat there dumbfounded and water dripped off of his hair onto his muscular chest.

"Yeah, we have Sam. Little ways. Ways that I can't even really point to. But our moms felt it. They felt us pulling away from them into a life that they hadn't led, a life they only know a little about, they must feel like they are loosing us."

"But we are right here."

"You wanted out of that theater as much as I did. I haven't been that restless at a movie since I was three."

"Me either."

"Hunting is changing us Sam. Our relationship is changing us as individuals. It is going to hurt. It's going to be like puberty all over again." Dean smirked. "But seriously. I don't know about you. But I can't go back to being innocent. I know what's out there and I want to take care of it, prophecy or no prophecy." Dean looked down and then back at Sam. "And I could never go back to being an only child." Sam swallowed.

"Me either." Dean broke eye contact first.

"Get yourself situated, I want sleep. I think Bobby has something particularly grueling for us to do in the morning, and something tells me it will be early. Like pre dawn early." Sam groaned and threw his clothes on the floor next to his bed, and switched off the lamp beside his bed.

"Night."

"Night."