The Princes were right, they needed to target bigger areas and gather more than a few souls at a time. There weren't that many places that they could target that didn't house kids, they debated hitting a few motels or corporate buildings but they saw kids being in both of those places so they didn't even debate it.

So they went to places where there were only adults and quite a few of them, jails and prisons. They blocked the doors so that no one would be able to escape and went to work, easily collecting the souls of the prisoners and the police officers. It was a small town prison, less than fifteen people total but it was more than they'd usually get.

"We're going to need to get more space soon." Sam said, placing the last jar in the trunk and looking at the number. "Unless we can find a way to add to the suitcase Crowley gave us."

"Or we might be hitting out quota soon." Dean said, wringing his hands together, spreading the blood around on his skin. "We might be able to do the spell soon."

"I think we should collect more before we think about doing the spell." Sam said, taking the jar with Harvelles soul and shaking it, he liked seeing how the souls reacted to it and when he was stressed out he liked to take it out and just shake it, watch the blood curling around the jar and the souls be jostled around.

Snorting he placed the jar back in the trunk and turned to look at his brother. "I still don't like the Princes knowing and being involved like this."

"Me either but we don't have a choice anymore." Dean said, reaching out to take Sam's hand in his. "Let's just focus on what we have to do and that's it."

"They're not letting us do this out of the goodness of their nonexistent hearts, and I don't care what they say about it being the 'key to immortality'." Sam repeated, rolling his eyes and entwining their fingers together. "They want something else, I just can't figure out what."

"Well whatever it is, we got their permission and we got their say so. It's better than having the souls taken from us and being put on the racks officially." Dean said, rubbing his thumb against Smas palm. "Sammy we're going to do this, we're going to get mom back."

"I know, I know we are." Sam said, swallowing hard. He looked at Dean and stepped closer to him, wrapping his arms around him. "It's just...Dean there's way too many bad possible outcomes here." he buried his face in Dean's shoulder, gripping him tightly as Dean did the same, holding him close. "What if the spell backfires on us and it kills us?"

"Then we die together and end up in the Empty with mom and the three of us are together for the rest of eternity." Dean said, rubbing Sam's back. "Either way, the Campbells are back together again."

Sam managed a small laugh at that, one that only Dean was always able to bring out of him. "I'm serious."

"So am I but dead or alive we're going to be together." Dean told him, nodding importantly. "We're not going to Hell when we die and we sure as to Satan not going to heaven. We're going to the Empty when that time comes and moms there already so we'll be together."

Sam snorted and shoved at Deans chest, laughing out slightly when Dean just tightened his grip around him, holding him closer. "Dean c'mon."

"Oh Sammy you think I wasn't being serious about the whole, till death do we part? Rip the universe into pieces should something happen? Not even the angels descending from their clouds and carrying douchebag harps to stop us?" Dean asked, not letting go of Sam, just turning them around in what could almost be called a dance. "We're stuck together Sammy, not even the Empty can take us apart from one another."

"You act like I'm running away or denying it." Sam told him, letting Dean move him around as he wanted. "Dean that's all I want right next to mom being alive again. Or dead with us. One or the other."

Dean nodded, stopping the dance and just holding Sam close to him, letting Sam nuzzle in close to him, he had to bend a bit to do it but it was worth it.

"All I know is, we keep doing this, we keep getting the souls and we keep moving, we keep doing what we're doing." Dean said, his voice rumbling through Sam's body. "And if someone wants to stop us? Winchester or Singer or even the Princes? Let them try baby boy, we'll kill them all." he glanced down at Sma. "You with me?"

Sam smiled, straightening up to kiss him properly. "Always." he breathed out.

"Then buckle up kiddo." Dean said, kissing Sams forehead. "Because we need more souls and things are going to get bloody fast."

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