Dean frowned at the recipe he was looking up, trying to understand how to make it work properly.

"There has to be another way to do this." he muttered under his breath as he glanced at the counter. It was a stupid vegan meal, he remembered that Sam had been toying with the idea of becoming vegan before the whole mess had happened, and now he was trying to figure out how to make those things come true.

"There is no way that something without eggs or flour or butter is going to bake properly." he said, shaking his head. But he'd try it, more surprising things have happened.

He glanced up when he heard Sam coming into the kitchen. "Hey, how are you?" he asked, turning to face her. He resisted the urge to go to her and hug her, reaching back to hold onto the counter instead.

"I'm alright, a lot better now." she said, sitting at the table and looking up at him with a guarded look on her face. Instantly Dean was on guard and straightened up.

"What's wrong?" he asked, crossing the kitchen to get by her side.

Sam took a deep breath, fingers curling slightly on top of the table. She then spoke words that never failed to strike fear and terror into his heart.

"We need to talk." Sam told him firmly, staring at him intensely.

Swallowing hard Dean went to the fridge to grab both of them a bottle of beer, opening it and setting one in front of her. He took a deep pull from his own bottle and slowly sat down across from her. "Okay."

Sam stared at the bottle in front of her for a moment, reaching out to roll it between her hands. Johnny had done the same thing, Dean remembered with a small pang. The more that both of them were together, the more things he managed to see that they had in common.

The more Johnny reminded him of when Sam had been younger as well.

"Okay." Dean said once more, leaning back in his seat and pushed whatever meager notes he had away to the side. "What do we need to talk about?"

"You tell me." Sam told him, staring at him, hands curled around the bottle but not drinking just yet. "Anything you want to tell me?"

There was really one thing that could make Sam have that look on her face, one thing that could make her want to talk to him like this, one thing that changed in their lives so much.

"Johnny." Dean said, watching her nod. He took a deep breath, rubbing at his eyes for a moment. "What did he say?"

"You tell me." Sam said once more. "What do you think he told me?"

Dean took a deep breath, swallowing another mouthful of beer. He hated the feeling growing in the pit in his stomach, gritting his teeth.

Sam was just staring at him, seemingly in no rush to say anything as he felt the turmoil go through him, made all the worse with each second that passed.

He fucked up. He knew he fucked up.

And it was time to pay the piper.

Sam watched him and took a deep breath of her own, finally drinking from her bottle.

"Johnny tried his best to lie." Sam told him. "Kept saying the same things over and over again, that you were taking care of him. That you were being nice to him. That you were being a good uncle to him."

God the kid really was like Sam, too much like Sam. Trying to protect him even after all the crap that he had pulled on him.

"So I'm going to give you a chance." Sam continued, watching him. "I know I talked about it before but we're well rested, we're here and we're going to really talk about this. Is what he saying true? Were you a good uncle? Were you taking care of him?"

"No." Dean said, averting his eyes for a moment before forcing himself to look at his sister once more.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I broke him too and he eventually told me the truth." she said. "He told me everything. From the moment that you saw him in the cabin to the moment that the both of you went to pick me up."

Sam took a deep breath, giving him a leveled look. "So now, we need to talk."

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