"That son of a bitch!"
"Dean…"
"That mother fucker!"
"Dean."
"If that fucker thinks for one second that-"
"Dean!"
Dean whirled around, eyes narrowed and completely black as he glared at Sam, the smell of sulfur had filled the room and Sam tried to ignore how relaxed it made him.
"What?" Dean snarled, radiating fury and anger clearly.
He probably shouldn't be turned on by the image but he felt the blood rush downward and he shifted, trying to focus on other things.
"You need to calm down." Sam told him. "Or you're going to destroy the motel and it'll bring all sorts of attention on us."
Dean snarled at him but then pulled back, trying to control himself again. Slowly the scent recessed and Sam watched as the black in Dean's eyes shrank and the green reappeared.
"Okay let's focus now." Sam said. "We don't know when he's going to come here. It might be after we leave."
"I hope it's not." Dean said with a sneer. "I hope he's walking up our door right now, I'll rip his fucking heart out of his chest and personally send his soul to hell."
Sasm paused for a moment, trying to listen to outside of the motel just in case Dean was right and Winchester was coming up the doorstep right now.
"How about we focus on not bringing attention onto ourselves?" Sam offered after a few moments. "I'm all for killing him but we need more souls and if we get hounds of hunters we're gonna be distracted."
"Or we'll have hounds of hunter souls to add to the spell." Dean pointed out. "Way I see it, it's a win-win."
Sam shook his head, grabbing his cup and draining the rest of the coffee. "Even if we meet him, do you think he'll know who you are?"
Dean shot him a look. "And where are you in this? Strolling in a park?"
"I don't think he even knows about my existence." Sam said. "You were there and everything, I was being incubated. It might've even been too early for anyone to know."
Dean fell quiet for a moment, trying to remember all those years ago. "Holy shit." he breathed out. "He might not know, I don't think anyone would know."
Sam nodded. "We were in hell since I was born, and even before then you were in there," he said. "So Winchester knows about you, knows that you exist. If they know that I exist, no one might know exactly who I am."
Slowly a smile spread over Deans face and Sam fought a shiver to go down on his back, hating how much he liked seeing the smile.
"We can use that." Dean said, small flecks of black appearing in his eyes. "Sammy we can use that. If they don't know who you are, you can use that and get close to them and kill them from the inside."
Sam raised an eyebrow at that. "So you'd be okay with me going into a hunters den, surrounded by hunters, purposely not using my powers, and do it all alone."
At that Dean paled slightly, realizing just what he had suggested.
"I mean I could." Sam added. "It would be a good idea and a good undercover thing. Worst comes to worst I can make them all kill themselves. But I'm just saying, pretty sure you're the one that's going to be going gray at that."
Deans jaw moved from side to side as he stared at Sam, eyes withdrawn and every last single bit of his being was screaming at how much it wasn't a good idea.
Slowly, bit by bit, Dean breathed out and crossed the room. He reached Sam and wrapped his arms around him. Sam closed his eyes and did the same, holding his brother tightly.
"I don't want you to do that." Dean whispered. "It's too risky Sammy, I can't...if they find a way to kill you...I can't...I won't survive that."
Sam pressed into Dean as much as he could, tugging until Dean was on his lap, the two curled around one another.
"Then just trust in me, trust my ability." Sam murmured, kissing the side of Deans neck. "Because like this I can bring John Winchester to his knees. And we can rip his heart out together."
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