Sam didn't come back until late in the night. Dean knew because he wasn't asleep, he didn't think that he was up and waiting for him but at the same time, he wasn't able to go to sleep knowing that his brother was out there with someone he couldn't trust.

To his credit he did try to remain silent as he came back into the house, he knew enough to avoid the cracks and creaks on the porch, as well as knowing how to open the door without making the hinges squeak.

Dean looked up from the book he had been pretending to read as Sam came into the living room, freezing when he saw him.

"Hey." Dean greeted, closing the book and setting it to the side. He had no idea if he had been holding it the right way and he didn't care.

"Hey." Sam echoed, coming into the living room completely, sitting down on the couch. He moved to take his boots off, already throwing his jacket to the side. "You waited for me?"

"No, just lost track of time." Dean said, staring at his brother. He picked out a few things, scratches that were hinted along the back of his arms going down his shirt, dark marks on his neck, a certain relaxation to his very posture that almost made it look like a different person.

Oh yeah, they did nothing but talk for hours on end since the diner.

"Think there's still something on the stove if you're hungry." Dean told him.

Sam shook his head. "Just tired." he said. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Dean...it's not that big a deal. It was just...sex."

"It's just about sex and you know it Sammy." Dean said, turning in his chair so that he could face him. "Look, it's just you and me here, talk to me. Why do you trust her so much?"

"I can't tell you that." Sam said, looking up at him. He looked so tired and drained that Dean wanted to forgo the questions and let him go to sleep.

But he also knew that come morning, their parents were going to be up Sams ass about this and afterwards he definitely wasn't going to want to talk.

So, in order to get the truth out of his brother, he was going to have to be honest himself.

"Sam, I don't trust her," he said honestly. "But you obviously do, for whatever reason, and...I'd just like to know what those reasons are."

"You don't know her, how can you not trust her?" Sam asked. "Did mom get to you? Just because she's a demon doesn't mean that-"

"I don't care that she's a demon." Dean injected. "She could be a fairy or a zombie or a, I don't know, a wendigo." that was the only monster that really stuck out to him in his readings. Sam wrinkled his nose at the thought and from the little he had read, Dean was sure he knew why. "She's bad news Sam."

"You don't know her like I do." Sam told him firmly. "Now I'd really like to get some sleep Dean."

"I just want to say one thing, and this is me just seeing something from this afternoon." Dean said. "She kept pulling you away man, she kept saying things like, "Its like I told you," and "They don't understand," I just...I think she's trying to put a wedge between us."

"You don't know what you're talking about." Sam said. "You met her once, and I'll admit that she's not the easiest to get along with. But she's not trying to make any kind of wedge."

"I don't believe that." Dean said simply. "I just don't Sam. Convince me otherwise, tell me what she did that made you trust her so much."

Sam just stared at him for a long, quiet moment and Dean thought that maybe he got through to him and that he was going to talk.

"If I tell you." Sam whispered. "You're never going to look at me the same way again."

"What do you mean?"

Sam swallowed hard, he could see his Adam's apple move. "I mean that...what Ruby helped me with, and everything she helped me get through, if you knew about it...I don't think you'd ever be able to even look at me again."

"Sam that will never happen." Dean told him. "We thought you were dead for seven years, we thought the worst things possible, granted the supernatural was not taken into account but that was a mis-sight on our parts." He stood up and went to the couch, sitting next to his brother who looked so damn young and lost that Dean couldn't help but reach out and wrap his arms around him.

"Whatever you think is the worst, it's not even close to what we thought might have happened." Dean told him, holding his brother close to him. "So just...talk to me man."

"Sammy, what happened?"

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