Sam heard a thumping in his ears at the sight of the jar in Singers hand, not looking away from it. Dean was less held back, he was snarling at the hunter.

"You have no damn right to be going through our trunk." Sam managed to say, his voice low and dangerous as the house started to shake, raining dust down on them.

"Yeah? Well you have no right to be carrying around jars of souls around." Singer shot back at them. He looked down at the jar with a pained expression. "I'm afraid to touch them."

"How many are there?" John asked him, glancing between Singer and the boys.

"Quite a few." Ellen said, coming into the room then, trailed by Jo who was attempting to glower at them. Sam just raised an eyebrow at her, smirking when she slid back behind her mother.

"Alright, fun time is over, and I still have some birthday hours to actually enjoy." Dean told them. "We're leaving, and we're taking the souls with us."

"You're not going anywhere." John said at the same time that Ellen said, "Where are the bodies that came with these-"

Several things happened at the same time. Sam and Dean looked at one another and a loud, house shaking crack shot through the room destroying the devils traps. Sam moved quickly, grabbing at Singers arm to try to grab at the jar and wrench it free.

Ellen grabbed at him as well, trying to pull him away. He turned momentarily to push her away from him, Dean trying to get to Singer as well.

They weren't sure how it happened or who caused it, or even if by chance it was one of them, he didn't think so.

But the sound of a glass jar hitting and breaking on the ground was clear as anything and it immediately silenced everyone.

Whirling around the brothers stared in horror as the soul raised itself from the glass and blood remains. There wasn't even time to grab the jar they were originally going to use, the reaper appeared almost instantaneous, quickly taking the soul and disappearing.

No one said anything for a few moments.

"You mother fuckers." Dean whispered before both of them were on the move once more.

Dean was reaching for Jo, he had a bit of a taste for those with egos too big for themselves, but Sam mentally jerked Dean back instead, wanting to grab someone else instead.

Not Winchester. Not yet. Too soon and they had too many other things to do to really appreciate it.

Winchester would come later. He knew exactly who he wanted to take.

Gritting his teeth, he hated doing this, he reached between the wrinkles of the world and stepped through it, effectively teleporting through space and time to appear in front of Ellen, much to her surprise. Before she could move he grabbed her by the throat and yanked her with him, teleporting once more to a different location.

Moving fast once his feet hit the ground, Sam threw her against the wall of the warehouse, chains immediately wrapping around her to pin her in place as he fell to his knees, throwing up everything that was in his stomach.

He hated teleporting, he wasn't sure if it was his human half or just the whole process that was his semi-human body being pushed through things a body had no business being pushed through, but this was always the end result of teleporting.

Dean was going to have the worst of it, he had to bring the car too. The whole act was draining, especially to them, and was why they preferred simply driving around to get to the places they needed to be.

But they always kept this a secret little thing up their sleeves for when it was absolutely needed.

Spitting out the bile gathering in his throat Sam unsteadily stood back up, coughing and gagging slightly at the taste in his mouth. He could hear what could almost be called a crash outside and then the sound of someone else throwing up, Dean was more affected than he was.

Wiping the back of his mouth Sam left the warehouse, ignoring Ellen's shouts and threats at him. He reached his brother, on his knees in the dead grass throwing up, and reached out to place his hand on Dean's shoulder. His brother glared at him with black eyes and then spat into the dirt.

"Fucking hate doing that, fucking birthday this is." Dean grumbled as they went to the trunk to get more things. They had to leave some of their weapons and artifacts in Lawrence but they had another pair of everything they needed.

"Stop complaining, I still got one more present for you that's not this." Sam told him, using his shoulder to shove at him. "Now c'mon, I want to be done with this and have some real fun later."

He didn't grab an empty jar, he took a jar that already had a soul, a specific soul, and handed everything else over to Dean who took it with a semi eager grin. "Romantic Sammy." he said, nodding towards the jar.

Sam winked at him. "Always am." he said as they want back to the warehouse. Ellen started to shout at them once more but Sam, he's had a headache from her for a while now, froze her vocal cords.

"I'm going to get straight to the point." Sam said, setting the jar to the side and picking up a spray can from the bag. He started to paint the runes and sigils that were necessary for this. "You guys cost us a soul, so we're going to take a soul. What we do with these souls are none of your damn business, you don't have the right to know what we're going to be doing."

Sam shook the can and continued to spray, from the corner of his eye he could see Dean getting their blades ready. "Now it might be a surprise but I'm kinda soft. A romantic at heart. I can understand how certain things make you blind and everything else, blah, blah blah."

He shook his head and picked up the jar, staring into the blood and soul that was contained. "You see, Dean and I. We're brothers. We're lovers. We're two parts of a single whole that no one else can understand, no one else can even come close to what we have. But again, I'm a romantic."

He looked at Ellen over his shoulder, smiling. "You've been wanting to know what happened to your husband for a while, so I'm going to tell you." he turned around to face her completely, holding the jar out. "Here's your husband."

Ellen jerked at that, eyes pinned on the jar, tears in her eyes. If she was trying to say something, or even scream, nothing came out.

"And because of that love of romance that I have, we're going to do you a big favor." Sam said, coming forward, closer to her. Her eyes didn't move away from the jar. "You two are going to share this jar until the time comes that we use the souls. We're just that nice."

"Well isn't that how it goes Sammy?" Dean breathed out, coming to him and leaning in close, their breaths mingling together. "In sickness and health, richer or poorer, till death do we part?"

"That's exactly how it goes." Sam hummed, leaning on the rest of the way to brush their lips together. "Till death do we part."

Dean grinned into the kiss, pressing one more to Sams lips, before he pulled away, going towards Ellen. He twirled the knife in his hand as Sam leaned back to watch, unfreezing Ellen's vocal cords so that he could listen.

"Happy birthday big brother." Sam said as the screams started.

I do not own Supernatural.

348/365

I do take requests so if you have requests you can send them to me.