Sam glared at him, the effect was softened by the look of longing in his eyes before it disappeared. "I don't have time to argue with you."

Dean grinned at that. "Great! So if we can stop by my apartment so I can pack a bag I'll be good to go."

Sam just shot him a dry look. "That doesn't mean that I'm going to let you come."

"Its funny that you think I'm going to listen to you." Dean said with a smirk. "I'm coming Sam, whether you like it or not."

"Dean enough, I'm not playing this game anymore, I'm not entertaining this. You're not coming with me." Sam said firmly, turning to walk towards the door. "And that's final."

"Then I guess I'm just gonna have to drive after you in my car because I'm not about to be left behind." Dean said, lengthening his stride to match his brothers.

He could hear Sam breathe out in frustration and he turned around once more, glaring at Dean with a strange glint in his eyes.

Suddenly Dean felt his limbs lock up, freezing him in place. Against his will he stiffly turned around and made his way to the couch, sitting down on it.

"What the hell?" Dean managed to get out. "What the fuck?"

Sam stared down at him, a sad expression on his face. "I didn't just get visions from Azazel." he told him. "I got a few other things as well."

Dean stared up at him with wide eyes, trying to force his body to move to no avail. He had no control over his limbs and no matter what he tried, or how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from whatever Sam had put on him.

"I'm sorry, I really am." Sam said softly, staring down at the ground. He glanced towards the kitchen where, now that he was close enough, they could hear their parents arguing about something, unaware of what was happening in the living room.

Shaking his head Sam hesitated but then crossed over to one of the tables, grabbing a notepad and scribbling a few numbers on it.

"This is my number and another one belongs to a hunter called Bobby Singer." Sam told him, placing the paper on the couch next to Dean. Dean still couldn't move, just his eyes moving wildly as he tried to reach for Sam. He managed to get a twitch in his fingers but Sam looked up at him and Dean felt his hand being pushed back down to the couch like a weight had been dropped on it.

"I'm sorry." Sam repeated, stepping closer. He looked uncertain then, and so much damn older that Dean wanted to punch something, mostly him. "I just...I can't lose anymore people Dean. I can't. I can't lose mom and dad. And I certainly can't lose you, I have no idea what I'd do if I lost you."

A shudder went through Sam's body and before Dean could realize what he was doing Sam leaned in and pressed his lips to Deans forehead, like Dean had done to him when they were kids. He could feel Sam shaking and when he focused on that he managed to break free enough for his hand to snap up and grab at Sam's arm, trying to get him to stay.

Sam pulled back and Dean's hand was pushed back to the couch. Sam looked away but even in that split second Dean could see a hint of tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." was repeated for a third, and final time before Sam turned around. He dragged his arm over his eyes but then squared his shoulders, straightened himself, and walked on, through the door.

At the sound of the door closing Mary came into the room, eyes a bit puffy and red, quickly followed by John who looked the same.

As if their appearance broke the spell Dean breathed out and felt his entire body almost fall, as if the strings holding him in place were cut.

"Dean? Did...did Sam leave?" Mary asked, her voice wavering.

Not trusting himself to speak Dean nodded, hands curled into fists before his eyes went down to the note that Sam had left. He picked it up, staring at the numbers and committing them to memory.

"What do we do now?" John asked, a helpless tone to his voice that Dean hated to hear.

"I don't know." Mary said, burying her face in her hands.

Dean slowly stood up, crumbling the paper into a ball and putting it into his pocket alongside his cell phone. His jaw moved from side to side and he moved to get into the backyard of the house.

"I gotta make a call." he told his parents as he walked past them, hands shaking.

He gripped at the backyard porch, nails digging into the wood hard before he took his phone out and dialed the second number, heart thundering in his ears.

It took two and a half rings before a gruff voice said, "Singer Salvage."

"Bobby Singer, my name is Dean Winchester." Dean started. "I'm-"

"Sam's brother, goddamnit." Bobby interrupted, he was sure that he heard a glass being put down on the table. "Yeah he's told me all about you."

"Then I'm sure you know why I'm calling." Dean said, having no more desire or patience for pleasantries. "I want, I want to help Sam."

"Son, listen to me." Bobby started to say.

Before he could snap at Bobby to not call him son his phone was yanked from his hand. He whirled around to see his mom to bring it up to her ear.

"Bobby this is Mary Campbell, you owe me." she said curtly into the phone. The use of her maiden name and the tone of her voice made both him and John paused, glancing at one another.

Mary listened to whatever Bobby was saying with a displeased look on her face. "Well you promised me first." she told him. "And like I said Singer, you owe me."

She listened and nodded, a satisfied look appearing on her face. "Still in Sioux Falls? Good, we'll be there." she ended the call and handed Dean his phone back, stepping back so that she could look at the both of them.

"Both of you pack your bags and be ready for a hell of a fight." she told them. "We're going to Sioux Falls."

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The thing about Mary and Bobby is actually from Sam Smith (who plays Mary), she confirmed that Mary and our Bobby knew each other preseries.