Hello my fellow readers! Ok this chapter I didn't know how to end, so its not very good lol, but the next chapter will explain everything. (I hope...) ANYWAY it gets exciting again, and there is lots of big bro Dean and more :)

Warnings- spoilers : tiny season eight, season nine, little season four and that's about it, but if there is anything i missed let me know, I hate to be the person that gives spoilers. There is a lot of language again lol. And that is about it :)

Hope you enjoy and please leave a review! Hearing from you guys makes me so happy!

Chapter Four

A while later Sam had calmed down almost completely. The only hint of his panic attack was the slight flutter of instability in his heart beat. Dean had wrapped his arms securely around Sam and was ever so slightly rocking them back and forth. Now normally Dean was all against this touchy-feely crap, but he couldn't remember the last time he had seen Sam break down like this. Sure they had seen terrors in their life, more than anyone should ever have to see. But Sam always had a way of holding it together, maybe it was about time he cracked.

Sam nuzzled his nose a little against the soft spot of Dean's neck in a silent thank you, before pulling out of the comfort of Dean's arms. On his knees he wiped his cheeks with his hands, and hung his head down. Hair curtaining his face, placing slightly trembling hands in his lap. It was his rare, but rather classic, Sam-is-embrassed-as-hell-and-doesn't-know-what-to pose. It was a form of vulnerability that was only seen by Dean's eyes, and it warmed his heart slightly, knowing he still felt comfortable enough around him, to display the emotion.

Remembering the gash on Sam's head, he crawled over to the discarded med kit and grabbed some antibiotic ointment, and gently smothered the gash with it. It wasn't too deep so that ruled out stitches, and Dean gave a silent thank you to whomever would hear it, the injury could have been a lot worse. Sam squirmed a little from the sting, but other than that was still refusing to speak. Trying to lighten mood,

"Biggest chick flick moment ever huh? Even beats that time we had to share a bed because you jumped into that freezing cold lake going after the water demon, and nearly died of hypothermia…." Dean drawled on, feeling satisfied when Sam started to smile. He had always had that effect on him. Making Sam smile or laugh in bad situations, he was the only one who could.

Sam finally looked up at Dean and his smile slowly disappeared as he half mumbled,"M'sorry" Dean just stared, "what the fuck for?" Sam looked at him with a confused look, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"For this," he waved his hands at his wound, and the floor where they were still seated, "I-I don't know what came over me, it- I- I just was wishing so hard that I wasn't contaminated by the ghost. The last time I was hit with a supernatural induced illness was the trails which ended any good relationship I had with you, and- and you became a demon, and I-I set the darkness free…" he trailed off as he felt fear, guilt and shame settle in his stomach, and his breathing picked up the pace. Dean immediately reached out and grabbed his shoulders again as he saw Sam start to go down the panic attack route.

"Hey, stop it, three panic attacks in a row cannot be good for you. For one thing, the trials did not ruin our relationship," Sam gave him a perprostrouse look, "I did, by making that deal with that bastard angel." Sam's face softened at that confession. And went to speak, but Dean beat him to it,

"Also you still have like 8 hours till the 24 hour mark. Your clock broke, and just our typical Winchester luck, it broke at 7:15!" It took a few moments for it to hit him, but when it did Sam blushed a deep scarlet, and hid his head in Dean's shoulder slightly laughing,

"God I'm an idiot." Dean could help but laugh with him,

"Yeah you sure are Samantha"

Feeling Sam yawn in his shoulder, Dean lightly sat him up announcing,

"Right bed mister," Sam gave him an annoyed look,

"Deeeaannnn, I'm not a kid!" Dean laughed at Sam's bitchy whining voice, which he only tended to use when he was exhausted,

"Mmhmm sure, only a kid would need help getting ready for bed….including needing help to have a shower…. Owwww" Sam had gone an even deeper red at the shower remark, stood up and whacked Dean -hard- on the head, before promptly heading to the bathroom locking the door behind him. Dean chuckled at his reaction, and started to clean up the med kit, and sort Sam's bed, so it would be ready for his return.

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Sam walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, drying his hair with a smaller one. When he saw that his sheets had been pulled back, he wanted to be annoyed at being treated like a kid, but instead he couldn't help the smile that was growing on his face. Dean used to do it all the time when they were kids. Holing up in some random motel room god knows where, he would pull the corner from the left side so there was a spacious gap for Sam to nestle up in.

He grabbed some night clothes and shaked his head like a dog to remove any last drops of water. Then he walked over to the bed and tenitavely sat down, before melting into it, pulling the covers over himself and burrowing himself into the pillows. He closed his eyes, feeling more relaxed than he had all day. He really should thank Dean for helping him, when he realized one, Dean was gone again, and two the light was still on. Aw man, he really didn't want to get back up again…

"DEAN!" Not even seconds later after calling his name, he heard heavy footsteps rushing down the hall, and skidding to a stop outside of his room,

"What, what? You alright?" Dean was left out of breath just a little, this was the third freakin time he had to run to Sam's room. He had a genuine concerned face on, and was prepared to calm down a frantic panic attack little brother, when Sam just smiled innocently and asked politely,

"Can you turn my light off please?" Dean's eyes narrowed and the worried expression morphed into one of anger and very slight amusement. Flipping him off he growled a, "fuck you" but still turned off the light, Sam just grinned, happy with his victory. Before Dean could leave the room, Sam added gently,

"You know I forgive you for Gadreel right Dean?" Dean could help the smile and the warm fuzzy feeling after hearing that. He went to close the door but was stopped again at his name,

"Dean?"

"Yeah Sammy?"

"Get some sleep too ok?" He could almost feel the puppy eyes looking at him. He sighed,

"Yeah ok," he heard Sam's bed creak as he got comfortable, obviously satisfied with his answer. As he closed the door he whispered,

"Night Sammy," and he swore he heard a tiny "night De" in return.

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Dean was walking down the hall to the library. He wanted to sleep, but he had more research to do. He had to make sure that if the ghost did touch Sam and he showed symptoms then there was a way to stop it, (without killing the ghost, seeing as they had already done that) checking the time on his phone, he figured out they had about 7 hours left. Settling down he picked up a book, praying that it could shed some light on this matter.

Four hours later he still had nothing. He was starting to go crazy, he swore the clock was mocking him, chanting he would never find the answer he was looking for, not in under three hours. He nodded off a few times but then felt guilty that he wasn't doing more, so he worked harder which made him tired all over again. It was a vicious cycle. The only thing that could have been of any use was that one way to rid of ghost sickness is to rid of the ghost. Which they already did, so Dean prayed he was freaking out over nothing.

Sighing he picked up another book and opened to a random page. He tried to read it, he really did, but the words blended together and he could feel the fatigue sweeping over him. He tried to fight it, but he felt his head slowly dropping, until he hit the table and succumbed to the one thing he had been avoiding, sleep.

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Sam awoke to someone poking him. His heart rate elevating, he reached under his pillow and pulled his gun, aiming it at the "intruder"

"Woah there easy tiger!" Sam sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Trying to calm himself down as the adrenaline was still pumping through him, getting ready to defend Dean and the bunker.

"God Dean really?" He could just barely see the outline of someone who resembled his brother.

"Has it been 24 hours?" He closed his eyes fearing the answer.

"Nah, you got plenty of time!" Dean said a little too brightly.

"Gee your chipper…" Sam mumbled, though he was relieved he had more time, he must have taken a shorter nap than he thought.

"How long do I have?" He asked remembering the broken clock,

"I told you plenty of time." Sam cocked an eyebrow,

Dean added in a more aggravated tone, "I will keep you informed alright?" Sighing Sam nodded and rubbed a hand over his face but stopped when he felt Dean pat his knee,

"I got a hunt for us, so pack your bag and let's go!" The bed dipped as Dean moved and Sam couldn't help but scoff at Dean's new found energy,

"A hunt? Really? For what?" He asked suspiciously. Dean flicked on the light, Sam winced from the brightness,

"A hunt Sam! What more do you need?" He sounded exasperated. Rolling out of bed San returned the bitchy attitude,

"Since when do you not tell me the details of a hunt Dean? It's a normal question!" Dean just sighed clearly irritated,

"It's some kind of blood sucking freak, ok! Happy now?" Sam was confused at his sudden anger, sure Dean was short tempered but only a few hours ago he cradled him in his arms. Getting changed he muttered,

"Yeah ok sorry I asked".

When he was ready, Dean practically dragged him out of his room, pulling him down the hall, Sam struggled against his grip, stumbling over his own feet,

"Dean what the hell, slow down," Dean just grumbled something along the lines of,

"Clumsy bitch," but did loosen his grip a little.

When they reached the stairs, Sam was being ushered out the door, Dean blocking his view to the library where there was another Dean fast asleep.

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Once outside, Sam walked to the car but was stopped by Dean,

"Where the hell are you going?" Sam turned around not bothering to hide the irritation that was slowly morphing into anger.

"To the car Dean, and also what is up with you?" Dean just started at him face completely blank,

"I'm fine Sam!," he snapped, "And we don't need the car, we're walking" he started to walk towards the woods surrounding the bunker, walking with a brisk and sharp pace. Sighing, Sam readjusted his bag on his shoulder and followed Dean, having to jog to keep up.

They had been walking for miles, Dean in front still walking with a fast harsh walk. There was something definitely off with him. But Sam couldn't figure out what. Maybe it was amara? Maybe it was the lack of information on her, feeling the fear that sits in you knowing that at any moment she could strike and they would be powerless against her. But what he didn't get is, why it happened so suddenly, and why he was lashing out at Sam? Normally if that kind of thing happened then he would apologize and try harder to not put his anger out on Sam, make it up to him by buying him the good coffee, or those little pastries from the bakery, but there had been nothing but radio silence from him since they walked into the forest. Not only that but this happy to angry facade he has going on, is just like when he had the mark of Cain. But he got rid of it, right? Was this some kind of side effect to removing it? He should research it some, not that he would find anything but it would be worth the try.

Instinctively Sam reached down to his pocket to find his phone. Finding nothing he went to his other pocket and still nothing.

Crap

Then he remembered he put his phone on charge at his desk, back in the bunker and with Dean shoving him out of the place he completely forgot to pick it back up.

Aw shit.

"Hey Dean?" There was a slight interference in Dean's walk as if Sam's voice struck a nerve.

"What?" He shouted back, not bothering to turn around. Ignoring the harsh tone, Sam asked,

"Do you have your phone on you? I left mine back at the bunker.." at that Dean whirled around anger written clear all over his face,

"You left you fucking phone?" Sam didn't know what to do, so he just said

"Yes?" hesitantly, worried if he said the wrong thing he would see the end of Dean's fist. But instead Dean just kind of smirked and said,

"Typical Sam, always forgetting important things," chuckling, he started to walk again.

Forgetting important things...what?

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" Sam reached out and grabbed Dean's arm stopping him.

"Get off me," he grumbled.

"Dean, what the hell is wrong with you? And don't tell me you're fine!" Sam's anger was replaced with concern, he thought he saved his brother, but if he was trailing down the mark of Cain path again, he didn't think he could cope, it had nearly killed him last time, more mentally than physically, but who could he call to help? God? Pfft yeah right.

Dean's eyes sparked with rage, and he twisted his arm out of Sam's grip,

"I'm frigging fine Sam, in fact I have never felt better!" He smiled at this, and looked around the surrounding area. They had stopped in a clearing, which looked like it had one been a camping ground. There were old fire pits, and the ground had imprints of where the tents once laid. There was also an old tree right in the middle of the clearing, giving shade to the ground below.

Sam had done a pretty good job of figuring out and memorizing the maps of forests in the bunker, but even he didn't know where they were.

"I think this will do just fine," Dean turned around to look at Sam, whose back was too him. "We are far enough away for the screams to be muffled, but not too far that he won't be able to find the body…"

At that Sam turned around, "Whoa whoa, screams, body? What's going on Dean? You said this was some blood sucking freak we were after? Like a vampire or something". He chuckled nervously and as he faced Dean he froze when he saw Dean's gun being pointed at him.

"Dean?" Sam reached out his arms in a defensive stance, "what are you doing?" Dean just smiled. But it didn't reach his eyes where they were lifeless.

"Your right Sam, I am hunting a blood sucking freak," He pulled the safety off with a click, still aiming it at Sam.

It took Sam a few moments for it to hit him, but when it did he paled. Dean had called him those words in that voicemail all those years ago, the night he set Lucifer free. He had made a promise to kill Sam, but years went by and he was still alive at his side.

Looks like Dean was finally fulfilling his promise.

I hope this wasn't too confusing, next chapter should clear some of this up, but if you have any questions I will try my best to explain anything :) (I know the ending wasn't great but I just needed to end it so I could figure out how to save it LOL) Other than the ending, I think this turned out pretty good, so I pray someone likes it! Please leave a review letting me know what you think, I will get chapter five up as soon as possible, until then, have a wonderful day, week, month etc, see you next time,

-OnceUponaKitten