"So apparently that guy we used was a hunter and a well known hunter." Sam said. "Lots of hunters are looking for him, including Winchester."

He frowned when the connection fizzled for a moment and his brothers voice became distorted. "I'm losing you." he said.

It took a moment but eventually his brothers voice came out again, cursing. "What about now?" he asked, his voice echoing.

"Good." Sam said, tapping his fingers against the table. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Yeah, hunters and Winchester, got it." he could almost picture his brother shaking his head. "We'll have a day of it, get multiple souls at once."

"How about we figure out how to get them first, and then we'll focus on the number?" Sam suggested.

"Fine, fine." Dean said, his voice fading for a moment before he spoke again. "Is everything alright on your end?"

Sam couldn't help but smile at the worry he heard in Deans voice. "I'm fine, they're not suspecting anything. They completely buy into the whole, college kid thrown into supernatural." he rolled his eyes. "Apparently Singer lost his wife to a demon years back so whenever I talk about my 'girlfriend' he eats it all up."

Dean laughed at that, he could hear the sound of him cleaning his knives. "So tell me about your girlfriend Sammy." he teased. "I wanna know all about her."

Sam grinned at that. "Well she's tall, has fair hair and freckles." he said thoughtfully. "She's very protective and can hold her beer. A litle bit possessive at times but a great cuddler after sex."

"Sounds like a doll." Dean said, just as teasing. "When's her birthday? I wanna get her a gift."

"January 24th." Sam told him. "And I have it on good authority that she likes pie and fancy lingerie."

"That was one time and you know it." Dean told him, the sound of metal against metal sounding. "So where are you now?"

"Went back to California for a few days, apparently I still had to sign a few papers about her death." Sam mused, hoisting the jar with a soul of it up, staring at it for a moment before he shook it. "But I'll be doing back to Singer tomorrow, have to keep learning about rugarus after all."

"Rugarus smell bad, that's all you need to know." Dean told him. "Almost as bad a wendigo after a few years, they're distant cousins after all."

"All supernatural beings are related somewhere Dean." Sam said. "But focus, Winchester is there too."

Dean was quiet for a moment and Sam knew that he had been trying to avoid that piece of information. "What's he doing?"

"Just talking to Singer and the lady Harvelle, apparently he was close to Bill." Sam said rolling his eyes, thinking for a moment. "I think I kinda look like him."

"What? No you don't." Dean almost immediately protested.

"I don't mean that I'm a carbon copy, I mean that I can see a couple things." Sam told him, rolling his eyes. "Just like you, its bit and pieces."

"Are you in danger of being found out?" Dean asked. "Because Sammy if you are-"

"Then I'm out." Sam finished. "If I think there's even a hint that they know, not even who I am but what, I'm gone. Might slit their throats but I won't stick around too long."

"Lots of their tests don't work on us so what you are is a bit far fetched." Dean mused. "And you don't fit the age so Winchester won't think you're me. But I don't want to take chances."

"Singer has a really powerful devils trap carved into his ceiling, almost got me." Sam told him. "I changed it enough to move around it but I was kinda stiffened in it for a bit." he sighed and looked over the body. "Good thing holy water doesn't work on us, Singer has it in everything he drinks and eats."

Dean laughed at that. "So you've been ingested holy water nonstop?" he asked, almost a bit too gleefully. "How's your stomach?"

Almost as if on time Sams stomach churned and he rubbed at it. "Lets just say the bathroom is in dire conditions." he said dryly. "I'll live but I'm sure my stomach's getting ulcers."

"Aww, my poor baby brother." Dean teased. "I'm just gonna sit here and drink my non-spiked whiskey."

"Dick." Sam muttered under his breath, grabbing a can of gasoline and starting to spread it. "Alright, I'll put the soul in one of the safe boxes for you to get. I'll call you later."

"Alright." Dean said, hesitating for a moment. "Think you can get away for longer though?"

Sam glanced at the bowl of blood where his brothers voice was coming from. "I think so." he said slowly. "Why?"

Dean didn't say anything for a moment. "I'm not sleeping anymore." he said quietly. "No point in it right now, don't like going to sleep and waking up without you there anymore."

Sam softened at that, smiling as he lit the fire and went to the bowl, wrapping his hand around it. "Me too." he said softly. "I'm not sleeping at Singer's house at all, its...its too damn quiet."

And it was the truth, partly because he wasn't about to go to sleep in enemy's territory but also due to the fact that he just wasn't used to sleeping alone. He always slept with Dean, curled around him tightly, for as long as he could remember and now that he had a bed to himself? He couldn't even get close to sleeping.

"I'm sure they won't miss me for one more day." Sam said slowly, reaching out to lightly glide his fingers through the blood, letting it stained his skin. "Meet in the middle and just...go to sleep?"

"Meet you there Sammy." Dean said softly, smile evident in his voice before the call ended.

Sam smiled and brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean and knowing that Dean was doing the same on his end. He hurried up and cleaned the rest of the body and area, wanting to get to his brother as quickly as possible.

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