Hello once again! I am back with another SPN story. Grins like a madwomen. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYONE WHO VIEWED MY LAST STORY! I did not expect that many people to view it!

Spoilers up to mid season five, (just after Sam and Dean reunite, after Deans to the future episode)

I have always hated the fact they never brought up the voicemail Dean gave to Sam. It bugged me so much! I mean first off, what a sweet voicemail Dean meant to Send. That would have for SURE stopped Sam going through with his plan. But the one he got almost had me in tears. It must have been even worse for Sam. So I got this Idea and it wouldn't leave me alone. This is a story based on Dean finding out. Not much of Sam. I am thinking of doing a second chapter, but I would really really appreciate it if you could leave me a review telling me what you think, and if I should write more. Again I don't mind any notes to make my story better! I wrote this quite late in the evening so please excuse any mistakes. :) There is some slight language, and major spoilersup to season five. So you have been warned. So without further ado, here is my story!

Where everything went wrong

There were days like today Dean Winchester would sit down and wonder when everything all went to hell. He would sit down and just think. Sometimes he would wonder why his mother got killed on the ceiling, or why his father would be so cruel and harsh. Other days it could be on why there is so much evil in the world. But today he sat on the edge of the bed in the motel room of the day, holding Sam's phone, while Sam slept on the other side of the room, and was wondering how his relationship with Sam got so screwed up.

Everything was fine, great even, hell they had been in their prime time before Dean went to hell. Then he came back and things were the same and different. Sam was distant and hiding something, (which later he found out was using his psychic powers with the demon bitch Ruby, and drinking her blood), but he was still Dean's little geeky brother who had a weird taste for rabbit food and like research way too much. He was still the kid who Dean loved and raised.

But then things got worse, Sam would disappear in the middle of the night, not eat anything for days, and refused to talk about anything but hunting. Dean tried to reach out to him but every time he would try to reason with the kid, an argument would unravel and things would be even more screwed up!

Then that night happened…

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"You walk out of that door… You don't ever come back!"

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The same words said to Sam from his father the night he left for Stanford, were said by Dean. Sighing he put his head in his hands. Could that have been where everything went wrong? Those simple words. After the build up this was the big boom from the volcano. And the smoke and lava was Lucifer rising. Dean knew he messed up saying what he said, that's why he sent the voice mail. To tell him that he was sorry. That he still believed in them, and that in the end all that mattered was that they were family, and family forgives. But hell Dean was having a ridiculously hard time forgiving. It had been a few days since they reunited and Dean had come back from his little trip to the future. He would have been lying when he said it didn't shake him. He turned into some crazy ass soldier without Sam. He may be mad, beyond pissed, hell there are times when he is livid at Sam. But Dean didn't want to be without him. If being apart meant Sam saying a broken yes, then he wouldn't let Sam out of his sight.

Dean had given Sam a second chance and that was a start. But then one day he came back from a food run to find Sam on the phone. He had a face of hard stone, but his eyes gave away all. He was sad, hurt and if you looked just a little harder you saw there was shame. But when Sam saw Dean he quickly closed his phone and acted like it was nothing and no one was on the other end.

All at once Dean felt like he was back when Ruby was still alive. Sam would do the same thing, be on the phone and act like it was nothing, when secretly he was plotting when next to meet up so he could quench his thirst of demon blood.

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"Who was that?"

"Oh uhh no-no one. It was no one, wrong number" There was a slight tremor in Sam's voice, and his eyes were darting around like a terrified deer surrounded by lions. He was afraid, scared even. Dean picked it up straight away.

"Uh uh sure sure" a few awkward beats went by, Dean was staring a hole through Sam trying to see if he was lying, eventually Sam spoke up.

"It wasn't a demon Dean. It wasn't some take out order of demon blood, it was a wrong number." Sam ended it on a sigh, he looked defeated, done with life. He was pale and sickly looking. It was saddening. Dean looked at him, face never changing, from a hard cold I don't believe you face.

"I never said that"

"Yeah well you were thinking it."

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It was true, he was. But could you blame him? He hardly trusts the guy and now he has a random ass phone call? What was that supposed to look like? So that is why Dean waited for Sam to fall asleep to steal his phone. Was he proud?

No

But he had to know. He had to know if Sam was lying. He wasn't going to go through another heartbreak. It was true what they say, the person you love the most will hurt you. And although he never says those words out loud he always loved Sam. He would try to show his love through small ways. The Winchester's ways. Doing his laundry, buying his rabbit food, a touch of the shoulder or a squeeze on the back of his neck. He thought Sam knew how much Dean cared for him, that's why he never said "I love you" out loud. Besides, actions spoke far louder than words in the Winchester world. It hurt him more than anything to see Sam go down that dark path. And knowing he didn't go to Dean for guidance and help.

Oh yeah and the whole trusting a demon over him was bitch as well.

Dean refused to let it happen again. So he had to know. He had to see his phone history.

Taking a deep breath he opened the phone, went to phone history and was confused when all he found was a phone call to dean at 12:45. That's when Dean called Sam to ask what he wanted for lunch. And that was hours ago. Going through the rest of the calls they were all the same, one or twice a day Dean would call Sam or Sam would call Dean about some matter. And they were only a couple of minutes long. There were times when the phone calls could go on for hours. If one was waiting for food they could chat the time away. Or even when one was driving to the other they might just have the call on so just so they would have the company. But not anymore. Those thoughts hit Dean right in the gut, and he wanted more than anything to make it right, but how could he? Maybe if he knew when it all went wrong he could start there, but hell there were so many.

Going through the phone history one last time, he saw nothing about an unknown caller. Sat on the bed Dean didn't know what to think of it. Sam had been on the phone, and said that it was an unknown caller but the last phone call that happened was from Dean. Maybe the person left a voicemail, switching over, he found one voicemail. It was from Dean, on the night Lucifer was set free. The night where Dean raced to stop Sam but failed. The night Dean sent a very nice voicemail saying sorry. Dean didn't even know if the voicemail even got to Sam. So if he got it, why didn't it change the outcome? And why did Sam keep it?

As Dean sat there with Sam's phone he felt a strange nervous feeling wash over him. He has never known Sam to keep voicemails. Not from him anyway. And why this one? As far as Dean was concerned it was a good, and honest voicemail. So if Sam kept it something must be wrong.

It then dawned on him that on that night he and Sam were up against Angels and Demons. They had the power to do anything. They did everything they could to make sure Lucifer would rise. Closing his eyes he pressed play on the message and listened.

"Listen to me, you bloodsucking freak. Dad always said I'd either have to save you or kill you. Well, I'm giving you fair warning. I'm done trying to save you. You're a monster, Sam - a vampire. You're not you anymore. And there's no going back"

Dean sat there trembling his breathing harsh, and his eyes started to fill with tears. He didn't know what to think, that wasn't the voicemail he sent, and why did Sam keep it? Was Sam listening to it when he came back from getting lunch? Does Sam really think Dean would kill him? Is this some kind of sick twisted punishment for the deed he did? And all Dean did was get mad at him. He was terrified listening to whatever was on the phone, and now he knew why.

All those questions and no answers left Dean angry. Angry that the voicemail was different, angry that Sam kept it and still listened to it. He wanted to be angry at Sam for lying, but the truth was Dean wished he had just believed the lie. It was better than the truth. It hurt less. But since when did the Winchester's back down from pain?

Sat there on the bed, with Sam's phone in hand and a sleeping Sam not three feet away Dean was sure of one thing. That voicemail, at approximately 9:36pm,

That was where it all went wrong.

TA-DAAAAA! What do you think? Please leave a review to let me know! Hearing from you guys fuel me to make more stories. :) I really hope someone likes it, and that it satisfies them! Again there could be more than one chapter but i'm not sure yet. Let me know what you think :D. Thank you for reading and see you next time!

-OneUponaKitten

QUICK UPDATE- after some thinking I just want this to be a oneshot! But more stories will be coming soon! :))