Hello! I am back with chapter two! So, I finally figured out where I want to go with this story, so again this chapter is a little on the less excitement side, but there are things that are important. (might not seem like it but I promise its there) Anyway after this chapter things should be picking up speed!

Boy I have to tell you, the joy and excitement you get when you figure out your plot to the story is exhilarating! grins

Anywho, I changed the rating to T, just because I got paranoid. There isn't much language in this chapter, but still, better safe than sorry. There are mild spoilers from season four, season eight, season nine, and season 10. Again mild, but I really don't want to be the cause of any spoliers. I have been on the other end and it SUCKS.

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Thank you so much to everyone who read the first chapter, I really appreciateyou guys! Now without futher ado, I presentto you, chatper two!

Chapter Two

2 hours. Only 2 hours left until we are safe back in the bunker. That has been Dean's thought process since they took a quick pit stop in the middle of a deserted highway a few minutes ago. It had been a total of 7 hours since Dean had seen touch Sam. 7 long hours of Dean checking on Sam making sure he's ok.

And 7 painful hours of Sam giving him the death stare.

Sure at first having Dean be so worried over him was flattering, and quite frankly comforting. After everything that has happened between them, with the Mark, "Zeke", Charlie, it was nice to know that Dean still cared. It sounded stupid but his heart did swell over the worry look and genuine concern that Dean sent his way. He still loves me. And that thought left him all warm and happy. But after that first hour it became very annoying. He was fine! The ghost didn't get him. Yeah but how would you know? You were unconscious. The logical part of his brain pointed out. But even if it did, the ghost is gone now, so it wouldn't affect him! Right? But what if.. NO! Nope not gonna go down that path. Sam was fine, and that was that. But Dean constantly asking, was only making him nervous.

That's why they made the pit stop,

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Sam didn't know if he was awake or not. All he knew was that he wanted to be asleep. But he was stuck in between blissful sleep and real life. He felt the coolness of a window on his cheek, the cool breeze of air conditioning, him being in only a short sleeve t-shirt, shivered despite himself. Realizing if he didn't do something soon, he would be fully awake. He tucked his head down, trying to make himself smaller, (something Dean had always teased him for doing) but in doing so, he ended up squishing his nose against the door frame, feeling the vibrations of the car moving. After having his nose broken multiple times, his nose could be embarrassingly sensitive. (Again another Dean teased him for) He felt an itch in his nose, and before he could do anything about it, he sneezed. Sam sat up groaning, his peaceful slumber disturbed.

Dean looked over at Sam. Truth was he had been practically staring at him ever since he fell asleep. But he had picked up every shiver, and sigh. Over the years Dean had been able to tell when Sam was faking sleep or not. Could tell if he was having a nightmare, or was in pain. If anyone called him out on it, he would just say, "im his brother, it's my job to make sure he is ok '' and with their line of work, it was even more necessary. Dean heard Sam shift in his sleep, and looked over when Sam sneezed, and before he could even wake up properly, Dean asked,

"You ok?" Even in Sam's post sleepy state Dean swore he saw smoke coming out of his ears.

"For the love of god, im, FINE!" Sam snapped at him, rubbing his nose.

"Geez, ok ok, I'm just checking." Dean looked back at the road, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. A few highly uncomfortable beats went by, when Dean looked back over at Sam,

"You don't have a fear of catching a cold do you?" And if looks could kill Dean would be long gone. Sam's eyes narrowed, his body tensed, and he said dangerously quietly,

"Pull over, now." Dean felt fear spike a little in him.

Shit I went too far- Dean thought as he pulled over. Sam only tensed and spoke like that when he was angry, and talking to some supernatural being. So for Sam to be talking to Dean like that, he must have truly gotten under his skin.

When the car stopped, Sam got out slamming the door harder than was necessary.

"Sorry baby" Dean muttered as he got out and followed Sam.

Both boys stood in the middle of a deserted highway, Sam spoke first,

"Dean, man, look. I get your worried, but this, you constantly asking if I am ok, it's not helping!" Sam paused, his "Im gonna kill you face" was still there. Dean went to speak, but Sam cut him off,

"Even if the ghost did touch me, which it didn't," Sam emphasized that last part, "We wouldn't know until 24 hours later. Not only that but we KILLED the ghost. It is gone! So if by some small chance that it did touch me, it shouldn't matter. I'm asking you, please, just stop." Sam ended his speech looking tired, having not woken from his nap properly. His anger had died down, and was waiting for Dean's response.

Dean took a moment to think of the right words so as not to re-awaken the beast inside of Sam.

"Sammy, I uh, listen, I know from experience what ghost sickness does to you. Think of being afraid, and then multiply it by 100. It's worse than anything you could imagine. And this kind of sickness? It would take your deepest fear, and Christ knows you must have a whole list of them. Point is, I uhh I-I don't want that to happen to-to you." Towards the end, Dean seemed to get shy. After everything that had happened between them he didn't know if he still had the big brother hold over Sam. If anything he had been using the last 7 hours to see if he still did. And well, Sam's response was a good enough answer. It honestly broke him a little on the inside, but what else could he expect? It was his own fault. He lied to Sam about Gadreel, then he got the mark of Cain, said some awful things, told Sam that he should be dead in Charlie's place, nearly freakin killed him! He had Death's Scythe in his hand, he was ready to kill Sam. And Sam still saved him. In all truth Dean was the LAST person Sam should be taking advice from.

Sam was watching Dean, while he had his inner grief session. He knew Dean was beating himself up over something. God knows what it is this time. He knew that sooner or later he would have to pry it out of him. But that would have to wait. Instead he decided to save Dean from his mind,

"Ok Dean, I'll tell you what, when it has been 24 hours, I promise, and I mean it, I will tell you if something feels off. And if it will make you feel any better when we get back to the bunker, we can do some research." Dean looked up at Sam, and smiled,

"Yeah, yeah ok that sounds good." Sam returned the smile and they both headed back into the car.

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They traveled the rest of the ride in a semi comfortable silence. The only noise was Dean "singing" the eye of the tiger.

And for the last 2 hours Sam sang along.

In his head.

He wasn't gonna give Dean the satisfaction. He has suffered years of Dean practically begging him to sing along. Sometimes he wanted too. But he had a little brother's reputation to keep. Which was being bitchy, whiny and stubborn. He smiled. Despite all they had been through, which was a lot. They were still sitting in the same car side by side. Dean singing a song that isn't half bad, and Sam acting like he hates it.

Don't get him wrong, he did hate it. At first, when they were kids. But as their life got even crazier, Dean's off key singing became one of the few constants in his life.

It was also nice to know that Dean was falling back into his old self after the Mark. Sam worried he was too late. I mean Dean had gone so far to try and kill him. But who was he to blame? It was his fault Dean got the mark. If he had just been a little more understanding about gareel, then Dean never would have left and made the crazy decision. He had said that he didn't want to be brothers anymore. He said they were partners, and that's it. That mistake went into the long book of Sam's screw ups. And he felt the full blast of it when he held Dean in his arms after he died. Everything just shattered around him. Nothing else mattered other than his brother was dead. Again. And there was nothing else he could do to save him. He had failed him, just like he did with Ruby, purgatory, and Stanford. And it scared him knowing Dean could hate him, and before he could make things right, he would be gone.

Woah….where did that thought come from?

Sam stopped his inner guilt session, and blinked rapidly when he felt moisture in his eyes. It hadn't even been 12 hours, he was fine. Completely fine. He looked over at Dean, (who was still singing) and had the urge to touch him. Just to make sure he was real. He didn't know why, but he wanted to make sure he wasn't going to float away. He bit the urge back, and instead he grabbed the box filled with Deans Music and picked the play mix with the eye of the tiger in it. Slipping it in, he turned the volume up. Dean looked at him, with this adored look on his face, smiled and sang even louder.

And the last 2 hours of the journey didn't seem too bad.

TBC

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-OnceUponaKitten