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Chapter 19

Dean paced back and forth running a shaking hand down his face before stopping at the small motel dresser and swiping at a nearby lamp. It flew from its spot and landed with a crash onto the floor causing Sam to jump and Bobby to scowl. "Fucking angels!" The older Winchester yelled.

"Dean, calm down," Bobby said sternly.

"Calm down? That winged dick tells me my brother is either going to die or turn into a demon and you're telling me to calm down?!"

"Yellin' and takin' it out on the room isn't gonna help either!"

"I did not come back from the dead to watch my brother die or turn into a God damn blood sucking monster!"

"Wow Dean," Sam's voice shook but stayed strong. "Tell us what you really think." Dean looked over at his brother for the first time since the angel had arrived. Sam's hazel eyes shone with hurt and anger, causing the older Winchester to take a deep breath and try to collect himself. "Bobby if it's all the same to you, I'd really like to get out of these cuffs please," The younger man replied in a smaller voice. The hunter hesitated for a moment before shaking his head.

"I'm sorry Sam, but I can't risk you runnin' off."

"So you don't trust me either?" Sam asked angrily.

"I just wanna make sure you don't-"

"Don't what? Huh Bobby?I don't go run off and find a demon and drink its blood?!"

"Get yerself hurt or killed," the hunter answered.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Right, that's what you were going to say. You think I don't know? You think I'm blind? You're afraid of me, both of you are. I've noticed it since the moment you locked me up in the panic room back at your house."

"Can you blame us?" Dean asked. "I mean when I found you back at home you were apparently sucking blood and you nearly killed me."

Sam tilted his head and rolled his shoulders. "I already said I was sorry Dean. I'm not going to explain myself again. Either accept that I didn't know it was you or don't, but stop bringing it up! It's like my fucking wedding all over again. Move past it Dean, because the next time I hear you bring up that, or Dad, or that incident back in Kansas, it's going to be the last."

Dean exhaled out his nose and stared at his brother in disbelief. "Is that a threat?" He questioned.

"It's a fucking promise," Sam shot back, his tone equally as dangerous as his sibling's. "I'm dead serious. The next time you bring any of that shit up again, I'm packing my crap, and I'm leaving. And I'm not coming back. I'm done being patronized by you for past mistakes, Dean. I'm sick of you criticizing everything I do, and quit looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like at any second I'm going to attack or run off. And don't say you're not, I see it in your eyes every time you look at me Dean. You think I'm some kind of freak." The anger left his voice and Dean noticed how it seemed to shrink when he said the word "freak." His brother's eyes grew glossy once again and he quickly averted his gaze from him to a spot on the floor.

"I'm not criticizing," The older sibling responded gently. "And I don't think you're a freak."

"Oh really?" Sam scoffed.

"Yeah really! You wanna know the truth? The truth is I'm scared, Sam. Alright? I'm scared about everything going on right now and I'm terrified of what's going to happen to you." The room was silent for the first time since Sam came to. Neither Winchester knew what to say and a million thoughts and feelings rushed through both of them. Dean was the first to break the silence. He spoke softly and with a confidence he didn't have before. "You're my brother, Sammy. And you're the only blood I've got left. I can't lose you." He shook his head and swallowed at a lump that had gathered in his throat. "And I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, ok? Come Hell or high water, you're going to make it out of this-this demon blood thing and-and apocalypse mess just fine. I'm gonna make damn sure of it, no matter what anyone says. That's a promise."

"We," Sam corrected.

"We?"

"We are going to make it out of this. Not just me. I'm not going unless you're coming with me Dean. I'm not going to be the last Winchester again. So, we are going to make it out of all this crap together and we are going to be fine. That goes for you too Bobby. You're a Winchester as far as we're concerned." The hunter smiled at the younger man.

"Don't worry boys, I'm not goin' anywhere," he promised.

"Alright, what's our next move?" Dean asked, hope restored within him.

"We figure out a thing or two about angels, and then we tackle findin' a way to stop Armageddon and save the world without gettin' spotted by angels or demons. Should be easy." Both brothers chuckled at their friend who grinned in return. The moment was interrupted by the sound of a generic phone ringing. The hunter pulled his cell from his pocket, rolled his eyes, and answered it.

"I'm busy you son of a bitch," he barked into it. Sam and Dean exchanged glances.

"Well excuse me for interruptin' Sunshine, but I've got something here that I think might interest you," the voice on the other line responded just as ornery as Bobby had.

"Well? I haven't got all day."

"Can't talk over the phone. Harvelle and I are headed your way as we speak."

"Don't bother, I'm not home."

"Well then where the hell are you Bobby? You aren't the only one who's busy you know?" The man snapped.

"Motel called Red Bird Inn in Boulder Colorado room 401."

"Colorado? Man what the hell are you doing in Colorado?"

"Vacationin'," The hunter replied sarcastically.

The other line answered first with a rude sound that told them that he knew otherwise and then he added, "we'll be there as soon as we can. Don't you go disappearing on me now Bobby."

"Just shut the hell up and hurry your ass over here would ya?"

"Yes Dear."

The hunter pressed harder on the button that disconnected the call than necessary, grumbled what sounded like an insult under his breath, and looked up to see two pairs of eyes watching him.

"A friend of yours?" Dean questioned.

"Depends on the day," Bobby responded shortly.

"Is everything ok Bobby?" Sam asked.

"As far as I can tell. That son of a bitch Rufus is always callin' me for shit."

"It sounded kind of important."

"Everythin' does with him. It's how he gets ya involved."

"So? Now we wait?"

Bobby nodded. "I guess. This...whatever he's bringin' better be worth our time."

"So, how long are you planning on keeping me locked up this time?" Sam questioned trying to sound more quizzical than frustrated. The hunter looked over at the older Winchester who shrugged back.

"You promise you're not gonna take off?"'he asked. Sam's hazel eyes locked onto his friend's dark blue.

"I promise."

"If you feel like somethin' ain't right, you'll say somethin' to me or yer brother?"

"Yes."

The hunter hesitated a moment before pulling a key from his pocket and releasing Sam's wrists from their metal bond. He rubbed his right wrist first than his left. Sam pulled himself up from the ground so that he was standing and without warning, he made his way quickly over to Dean. The older Winchester tensed for a moment and then found himself wrapped in his sibling's arms, shifting his stance so that his brother's added weight didn't topple him over, Dean blinked a few times and then returned the gesture.

"Should I be checking for signs of possession?" He could hear Sam chuckle and sniff and when he pulled away, there were fresh tears in his eyes.

"I've been wanting to do that since I found out it was really you," he confessed sheepishly, his voice filled with as much emotion as what shone in his eyes. "I know we don't always get along but it just...It wasn't the same without you Dean." The older brother felt a grin spread across his lips.

"Damn straight it wasn't," he teased. Sam laughed and wiped at the tears that were rolling off his cheeks.

"Right, now that that's over," Bobby said walking over to the small plastic table where he picked up a couple of books. "Who's up for some research?"

A/n: Thank you for reading. See you next week.