Thank you guys so much for the reviews and the advice. We get a little more Cas in this chapter. Hopefully the boys will be able to get through some of the angst!! Please enjoy :)

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It doesn't bother Bobby when Sam and Dean don't talk to each other. He's used to them being idjits, it's when they down right don't make eye contact that he can't ignore the tension anymore. Which is why he found himself where he was, in his yard, looking for Dean. Where the hell could the idjit be? His scrap yard wasn't that big. Walking down the old path he hears a loud crash farther down the path and to the right. Bobby almost runs, but forces himself to stay calm. Turning the corner he sees Dean standing in front of an Nissan car with a crowbar. He's breathing heavily and has a white knuckled grip on the handle.

"Dean? What are you doing?" Bobby asks, walking slowly towards the very distressed Dean. He doesn't answer, just stands there breathing heavily. "Dean. Put the crowbar down." Bobby says, stepping closer and grabbing the end of it. Dean lets his grip loosen and Bobby slides the crowbar from his fingers. "Dean. What are you doing out here?" Bobby asks again. Dean finally looks at him and sighs, still trying to catch his breath. "I don't know what to do Bobby." Dean says, shaking his head. "There's this big rip in mine and Sam's relationship and I don't know what to do."

Bobby sighs and grabs Dean arm, leading him through the maze that is his scrap yard and to the front porch. Dean lets him drag him through the house until he deposits him on the couch. "Talk to him. That's all you can do." Bobby says, sitting in the chair across from Dean. "I can't." Dean says, fidgeting with his ripped jeans. Bobby leans back in his chair and tries to think of a reason why Dean would be unwilling to talk to him. Out of all the times that the brothers have split up which one was the one that went the worst.

Bobby racked his brain. Was it when Sam was with Ruby and drinking demon blood? Or was it when they had split up and Sam had the game completely? Then it hit Bobby like a freight train. It was right before Sam had left to kill Lilith. Dean had found the motel room that Sam was staying in and went to talk with him. Neither brother told Bobby what had been said except for when Dean told him that he had called Sam a monster. "You're afraid that if you do talk to Sam, you'll push him away even further." Bobby surmised, watching Dean for any sign of recognition.

Dean looked up from fiddling with his jeans, shadows in his eyes. "Dammit boy, how many times do I have to tell you? If you don't talk to Sam now, and keep avoiding him, you don't have to be afraid of what you'll say. He will have already left. You're his rock Dean, you keep him grounded. Hell you raised him. Don't you think you're killing him by avoiding him?" Bobby almost yells it at the top of his lungs. But he was afraid that if he did Dean would just shut down.

"Now get on that phone of yours and call your equally idjit brother." Bobby says it with finality and gets up from his chair. "I'm gonna start dinner. And while you're talking to him tell him to get his ass home. I ain't one to waste food." Bobby calls as he walks to the kitchen. Them boys will be the death of him.

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"You called?" Cas says, landing beside Sam. "I need your help, finding a way back to the cage." Sam says, turning to look at Cas. Confusion ripples through Cas' grace as he realizes what Sam just said. "Why do you want to go back to the cage?" Cas asks, hoping the answer wasn't going to be Adam. Even if they did find a way to get Adam out, his soul would be beyond repair. "Adam is still down there." Sam says through clenched teeth. Cas is almost taken back by the rage coming off of Sam.

"Sam even if we did get Adam out his soul would be… unimaginably ripped to shreds. There would be no way for him to survive. I am still perplexed as to how your soul survived that long in the cage." Cas says, searching Sam's face for any understanding. Sam doesn't say anything, it's like he is drawing into himself. And then the power hits him. Sam's emotions are strongly connected to whatever power he is holding back. He drew into himself to keep the power from escaping. "Let me help you Sam." Cas says, reaching for Sam's forehead with his palm.

There is no response or attempt from Sam to stop him so Cas proceeds. Cas' palm makes contact with Sam's forehead and Sam's eyes shoot open, glowing blue. The color of grace. Castiel stumbles back as a voice roars through his head. "Not yet Castiel. It's too soon."

"I don't believe it." Cas says, walking back to a now dazed Sam. "What the hell was that?" Sam exclaims. "Did you do that?" Sam asks, the blue already gone from his pupils. "I have to…" Cas begins, but Sam interrupts him. "What was that Cas, did you hear his voice too?" Castiel shakes his head. Gabriel is dead, Lucifer killed him, how is he connected to Sam? "It's impossible, Gabriel is dead." Cas says, trying to figure out if he missed something. He had felt his brother's death, saw the burnt wings on the floor of that hotel in the middle of nowhere. A phone ringing dew Castiel's attention back to Sam.

"It's Dean." Sam says, hitting the answer button and bringing the phone to his ear. "What's up?" Sam asks into the phone. "We need to talk, can you head back to Bobby's?" Dean says, on the other side of the line. "Yeah, Cas is coming too." Sam says, hanging up before Dean can ask why. "Looks like we're going back to Bobby's." Sam says. "You mind taking us, I'd rather not make Imp run anymore." Sam says, looking at Cas.

Castiel is confused as to who this Imp is, but he nods and lays a hand on Sam's shoulder. A second later they are standing in Bobby's kitchen. A plate is dropped to the floor, followed by a cursing Bobby. "Dammit! We need to get you a bell." Bobby says, leaning down to pick up the pieces. "I have no need for a bell." Cas says, confusion sparking through him. "He's just messing with you Cas." Sam says, a smile making its way to his face. "What's for dinner?" Sam asks, walking over to the stove.

"Tacos." Bobby says, taking the bowl of lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese over to the table. Castiel takes a seat at the table as Dean enters the room, a beer in hand. "Where were you two?" He asks, sitting down across from Cas. "Just outside of town." Sam says, walking to the table and sitting beside Dean. Cas looks from Dean to Sam and decides it is best if he leaves. He needed to find answers about Gabriel. "I have to go." Cas says, standing up. "You gonna miss Tacos." Dean says, taking a sip from his beer.

"I can't taste them anyway." Cas says, spreading his wings and taking off. He had a lot of questions and zero answers. Any answers he did find would ultimately help Sam and maybe even Adam.

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Sitting outside on one of the old junkers, Sam watches the sun set. He had missed this. In hell there were no sun sets, or sun rises. Just red. It's hard to describe, there is a shadow of death and gloom everywhere. After a while he just forgot what a sun set looked like. Being able to see them again was amazing and sobering. It reminded him that he had escaped. He found himself caring about Val, Tray, and Imp, but they reminded him of why he cared about them.

They had been through literal hell together. But when he was alone with Dean and Bobby, he was able to forget about everything that had happened. The few times that he had been with Cas were just downright weird. The angel had actually offered to help. He had never expected that. Even before Sam had jumped into the pit, he knew that Cas only tolerated him because of Dean. But now that he was back something had changed. Did he just pity him? Was he just infatuated with the unknown power that loomed over Sam every waking moment?

Maybe that's what Cas wants. He was just being nicer than usual so that he could get to the bottom of where Sam's power came from. He had already said that it wasn't the demon blood. What else could it be? That was the question that haunted Sam's thoughts daily. Did it have something to do with why Lucifer booted him out of the cage? Sam traces his finger over a scar on his left palm. He had gotten it the first few minutes he was out of the cage. It had confirmed that Lucifer had kicked him out.

When he was in the cage every cut or injury he got would be filled with salt. It burned, but Lucifer said that it would help him last longer. The wound would just fill with salt. Sam shudders as Lucifer's voice echoes in his head. You'll last longer Sam, and then when you finally bleed out I'll bring you back. Sam turns his gaze back to the sunset. The sun is almost gone when Sam hears footsteps approaching. It's not long after that Dean joins him on top of the junker.

They sit in silence for a while, just enjoying the other's company. In this moment they don't need to talk to express what they are feeling. But Sam knows that they need to talk. "You called and said you wanted to talk." Sam says, the crickets and frogs starting their night calls as the sun begins to disappear from view. "Yeah." Dean says, taking a deep breath. "I don't know what happened in hell, which is why I shouldn't be able to question the demons' loyalty to you, but really Sam? What do they give you that I don't?" Dean says, the hurt he feels clear in his voice.

Sam shifts on the junker to face his brother. "Dean, neither of them give me what you do. They aren't replacing you Dean. No one can." Sam says, his voice stern, leaving no room for argument. "I can't trust them unless I know more Sam." Dean says, looking away. Sam sighs, he had hoped he would have more time. "I saved them both off of the rack, but I was too late. Their souls had already turned." Sam says, looking down at his hand. "Sam it wasn't your job to save people from the rack. Hell, how did you even do that and still defend yourself?" Dean asks, slight awe in his voice.

Sam smiles and reaches to the small of his back. He pulls out a black blade with a bone as its handle. It has multiple runes all over the handle and the blade itself. "Damn, that's a nice blade." Dean says, taking it from Sam's hand. Sam watches as Dean turns it over and runs his fingers along the runes. "How'd you get it?" Dean asks, handing the blade back. "I, um, made it." Sam says, shrugging his shoulders.

Dean's eyes get wide. "You made this thing? Damn, that's badass." Sam laughs at his brother's words. "I had more help. I was reluctant at first, but then he kinda grew on me." Sam says, preparing for Dean's reaction to him having a pet hellhound. "He?, Another demon?" Dean asks. "No, he's a… hellhound." Sam says, putting his knife away. Dean's jaw clenches, "You have a pet hellhound?" Dean asks, disbelief clear in his green eyes. "I was going to kill it, because of what they did to you, but he was just a puppy. I had already killed his parents." Sam says, rushing to find a good reason for keeping the hellhound.

"Sam." Dean says, laying a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, it's pretty scary, but… you had too." Sam sighs a breath of relief. Dean took it a lot better than he thought he would. "Now what's been going on. I doubt the person that roughed up your friend is nice." Dean says, his tone more serious. "That is a long story. The demon's name is Drekavac. He wants me. He was sending a message." Sam says, a little bit of anger seeping through his words. "I take it he doesn't want to have a slumber party." Dean says playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

"No, he doesn't." Sam pauses and fiddles with his ripped jeans. "Dean, there is a lot that you don't know. Something had changed in me. Ever since Lucifer booted me out of the cage. This power inside of me is just growing. And I don't know how much longer I can keep it in." Sam blurts out, tired of hiding things from Dean. "Is it…"

"No, it's not the demon blood." Sam interrupts him. "I can't even feel it anymore. Before I could always feel it sizzling under my skin. But it's been gone and replaced by this power." Sam says, sliding off of the junker. Dean slides down behind him. "We'll figure this out Sammy. I'll call Cas back and we'll figure this out together."

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Until next time :)