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Chapter 7 – Just Like Old Times

"What the hell are you talking about, Sammy?"

Sam looked at the rear view mirror to find Dean's piercing hazel green eyes fixed on him dangerously under a deep frown. His heavy breathing had adopted a menacing quality, more like an angry bull about to attack than a sick man weakened by a long day of work. He had spoken frighteningly calm, in a very low tone and his question had sounded more like a statement.

Sam had never been afraid of his brother and never would be, but when Dean's loved ones were in danger, he switched to sergeant-mode and his commanding tone simply demanded obedience without question. Sam never defied this or resented it like he had his father's expectations to do as told, because whenever Dean expected to be obeyed, he had good and immediate reasons. The last time his brother had behaved like this had been when the demon's subjects had kidnapped their father, but he had gone back to normal right after they had found him, before they knew John was possessed. Dean had been upset about having killed a man, but he was no longer all action and no answers, because the immediate problem had been solved.

"Dean… this thing, I think it's the Mothman," he said, eyes on the road, but still nervously aware of Dean's glare.

"Man, what are you talking about?" Dean asked again, although he sounded more relieved. "Sam, we killed that bastard years ago, me and dad, and I'm pretty sure we did; there've been no more attacks or sightings reported since then. Plus, it doesn't even make sense- the Mothman's from Point Pleasant, why would it be in New York?"

"Look, I dunno, but the way it attacked… it manipulated objects to cause something that might look like a normal accident… and before the tree fell, I saw something… just for a second though it was tall, had wings… didn't see much more though… besides…"

"Besides what?"

"Nothing, never mind."

"Sam, how did you jump to the conclusion that it's the Mothman? Lots of things cause disasters, it could be anything for all we know."

"Yeah," admitted Sam with a smile that couldn't even fool his very sick older brother. "You're right, we should probably-"

"How did you even know we're supposed to go to Point Pleasant? Why do you think my family's in danger?"

Sam kept staring at the road that extended in front of him. He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Damn it, Sam this is my wife and son we're talking about!"

"Okay," he breathed out, as if those words had been the key to let out the truth. "I… Dean, while Kirsten and I were locked in that school, I had a… a vision."

The little color left in Dean's face faded quickly at those words. He rested his pounding head on the back of the seat and tried to digest this new piece of information. A few years back, he would have almost taken it as a normal thing, alarming, but normal for their more than abnormal lives.

But Sam hadn't had a vision or a dream since they had killed the demon.

We'll worry about that later. Take it one step at a time, thought Dean trying to calm down his breathing.

"What… what did you see, Sammy?"

"This Mothman… Dean, it isn't the same one you killed- it's more powerful and much older. Probably a relative or something and it wants revenge. It lured you all the way to New York manipulating that spirit so that it would have easy access to…"

"No… Sam that's not gonna happen, d'you understand me? I'm not gonna let that happen," he claimed, but he felt incredibly useless, sitting on the backseat of his own car, unable to do anything but wait until they got to Point Pleasant, which was hours away. The Mothman could already be there and who knew how long it would take to… no way… just don't think about it, don't think, God damn it.

"Okay," said Sam, trying to change the direction of the conversation. "So, how exactly did you and dad kill it last time?"

"Chopping its head off… and yes, it was freakin' hard to manage to actually keep it still long enough to do it."

"Any special weapon?"

"The machetes seemed to do the trick last time."

"Kinda like vampires, huh?"

"Hm."

Silence. Dean forced himself to close his eyes in the hope that Sam might think he had fallen asleep. Sam said nothing, respecting his brother's anxiety. It was the kind of situation where his big brother would dismiss anything he said before even listening and honestly, he had no idea what to say to comfort him. And so they went on in silence.

"Hey, Sammy?"

The tiny whisper that came from the backseat caught him by surprise, but he was glad Dean had volunteered to talk. A 'hey, Sam' always meant serious talk, and Sam wouldn't let the chance go.

"Yeah?" he asked gently, also in a whisper as if anything louder would make Dean regret letting Sam into his thoughts.

"I have the worst feeling about this… something's not right… man I'm…" he let out a sort of small, forced chuckle, embarrassed of what he was about to say.

"Dean, what is it?"

"I'm scared shitless, Sam, I dunno why, it's just… damn it…"

"Dean, listen to me, they'll be just fine, alright?" he tried to console, but Sam began feeling uneasy just by Dean's choice of words. Although Dean liked keeping up the appearance of a 'bad-boy' he never actually swore further than his trademark 'son of a bitch.' Using any other swearword was rare, and it meant Dean was probably being more serious than Sam could ever want him to be. Also, the fact that he had admitted to be scared made him deeply uneasy.

"Dean," he said again in the most soothing voice he could muster. "Of course you're scared, don't be surprised if you're more scared than you've ever been before, because you've never been in this situation before. They are the people you love the most, of course you are freaking out. But that doesn't mean something's gonna happen to them, okay? All I'm saying is what you're feeling is normal… okay?"

Dean sighed and Sam saw his reflection in the mirror nod before closing his eyes, this time appearing to fall into a genuine but restless sleep.

"I'm glad you're here, Sammy," he said almost inaudibly, his eyes still closed, but the ghost of a smile played on his lips. "Just like old times."

"Just like old times, big brother," he said smiling, also glad to be going after an 'evil son of a bitch' with Dean again. The feeling surprised him; he never thought he'd be glad to be doing this again, but in a way it didn't surprise him at all.

Spending time with his older brother was an experience no one and nothing had ever been able to replace. Even visiting him in Point Pleasant had never been quite the same as being just the two of them. Because there was an unexplainable connection between them that could only be exploited when they were on their own. Maybe it was because it had been just Dean and Sam their entire lives, or maybe because that connection was something so private that it couldn't be shown in front of other people. Whichever it was, all Sam knew is that he couldn't help but miss those endless hours in Dean's old Impala on the way to a new job, listening to classic rock, eating junk food and being as much of a pain in the ass as Dean himself was most of the time. And although there wouldn't be much joking and music on this ride, or any kind of food at all, and although the car wasn't exactly the dear old Impala, it was still the most comforting feeling to be on the road with Dean again.

"Sam," said his older brother suddenly wide awake, snapping Sam out of his thoughts, "Sam, stop the car."

"Dean, what is it? You saw something?" Sam asked as he pulled the car to the side of the road.

Dean didn't respond and as soon as the car made a complete stop, he rushed out of it and dropped to his knees, vomiting yet again. He found himself wondering what the hell he could possibly be throwing up, since his stomach was more than empty.

He had been trying to stop the urge since he had woken up in the car and finally couldn't do it any longer. Dean hated the fact that he was wasting precious time they desperately needed to get to Point Pleasant, and so as soon as he was done he wiped his mouth unceremoniously and tried to stand up on shaky legs.

Sam was there to support him, as he knew he would, and Dean didn't have the strength to stop him. Instead, he concentrated his energy in taking deep breaths and trying to stop his exhausted body from shaking.

"God, Dean, you scared the crap out of me… I thought you had seen the thing-"

"Hey, couldn't do it in the car… the upholstery, you know?"

"Ah… the uphol-" he began shaking his head, "you're such a jerk."

"'Fraid so…" suddenly he tried to stand up on his own, succeeding at last. "I just did it to steal the wheel," he said and determinedly walked towards the driver's seat.

"Yeah sure, and that pile of puke over there was invented too, huh?" but he realized his brother was already starting up the car. "Dean! Don't, you can't even… alright, fine, but when your car gets screwed up 'cause you crashed it after you passed out or something, it will only be your fault."

"Hey you comin' or what?" he asked grinning. Sam rolled his eyes as he shook his head, but walked to the other side of the car, just as Dean turned on the radio. Spirit of Radio by Rush started playing at full volume and Sam glared at his brother.

"Rush? You kiddin' me? Still?"

"What? Dude, they're CD's now!"

Sam laughed lightly, secretly enjoying the sudden change of mood. It was as if Dean had read his mind; everything was as it used to be. His big brother sang loudly to the music as he drove down the highway and he, Sam, sat next to him helping out with a map, trying to make himself heard above the music and discussing the plan of action, which they still hadn't come up with.

Apart from the fact that this car was definitely not the Impala, it was just like old times, and they were both glad they had got to do this again even after all the changes that had taken place in their lives.

A/N: Yes, I know it's short and crap even thought I made you wait more than usual for the update so I'm very sorry for the disappointment. But this chapter was sort of a necessary transition and transition chapters are always a bitch to write, cuz like you need them but they aren't exciting. Anyway, thanks sooo much for your awesome reviews! You guys rule I swear… so keep them coming I'd love to know what you guys think of what I'm writing. :)

WARNING: Oh wow, watch it! This is new, I had never written warnings before like OMG! Lol anyway, all I wanted to warn you about is that FROM HERE ON YOU WILL FIND SOME UGLY SURPRISES IN THE REST OF THE STORY, IT WILL GET SERIOUSLY TRAGIC, AND WHEN I SAY SERIOUSLY, I MEAN IT! SO IF YOU ARE EXPECTING A TOTALLY HAPPY ENDING YOU'RE NOT GOING TO FIND IT HERE. I WOULD STRONGLY ADVISE TO STOP READING IF YOU HATE SAD/UNEXPECTED/UNCONVENTIONAL ENDINGS.

Random Note: My children, you have been warned. Now do what your heart tells you. If you want my opinion, I'd say what the hell, just read on if you're already into it lol! But then I wrote this and I want you to read it, so I wouldn't trust my advise if I were you hehh….