"What the hell does he mean 'father'?" "What the hell did those demons do to him?"

"I don't know."

"Is it even Sam anymore?" "What do we do?"

"I don't know."

Dean was sitting on the couch wearily, slumped forward slightly as John and Bobby argued and ranted and raved above him. Dean rubbed at his eyes for a moment and wished that he could just go to sleep and ignore everything that was happening around him.

But when it came to Sammy he didn't even try, he knew that he was hardwired to be on the entire beck and call when it comes to taking care of Sammy.

Even if he was lost to them in such a way.

"What the hell did those demons do to him?" Bobby asked, taking his cap off to run his fingers through his thinning hair.

"I don't know!" Dean finally snapped, getting to his feet. "You want to know? Go downstairs and ask him! Not like he's said anything before!"

John looked seconds away from doing just that, he had tried to avoid Sam since they dragged him here, but after a tense moment all the air left his body.

"We need more info." John finally sid, sounding as tired as Dean felt. "He needs to talk to us."

"Question is, which one of us is he more willing to talk with?" Bobby asked. The three of them knew it was a stupid question, the ansewr was immediately obviously.

Dean looked away from the other two that were looking at him. He didn't want to go back down there, didn't want to face Sam with those angry hate-filled eyes and a sneer on his face.

He also didn't have any other choice. Not when it came to possibly saving Sammy.

Letting out a deep breath, swallowing hard, not looking at anyone else Dean forced himself to move and go back downstairs into Bobby's panic room.

"The hell did Bobby need a panic room for?" he muttered under his breath to try to steady his nerves. He stopped in front of the door for a moment, steeling himself, and opened it.

Immediately Sams attention was on him, his uneaten food was pushed to the side, out of reach.

"You're supposed to eat it." Dean said, picking the tray up and setting it on the cot again. "Least pizzas good cold too."

Sam didn't say anything, just stared at him, it didn't even seem like he was blinking but at least he was breathing.

"You said something about your 'father'." Dean said, noting how a corner of Sams lip twitched up slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Father is going to kill you all." Sam repeated, his voice hoarse from not using it.

"Good luck to him." Dean said fighting the urge to roll his eyes. "Who is he?"

Sam bared his teeth at him in a resemblance of a smile. "Powerful."

"I didn't ask about him being powerful, I asked who he is." Dean said, trying to remain patient and calm.

Sam just smirked at him, not answering.

"You're a little shit no matter where your mind is." Dean muttered, shaking his head. "C'mon Sam, talk to me. Aren't you bored in here?"

Sam shrugged, looking around the panic room, still not saying a word.

"You've been here a while." Dean pointed out. "If your 'father' was going to kill us seems like he would've done it already."

A flicker of something passed over Sam's face, barely there and Dean would've missed it if he hadn't been looking.

"So what's he waiting for?" Dea asked, pressing. "An opening that's not going to happen?"

"Busy." Sam muttered, shifting in his seating position on the cot.

"So busy he can't come get his kid?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sounds like bullshit and you know it."

Sam bared his teeth again at him, wrapping his arms around himself.

"He's not your father Sam." Dean told him. "He doesn't give a damn about you. Your father is John Winchester-"

"Human parent." Sam injected, narrowing his eyes. "Not real father."

"Yes he is." Dean told him, feeling oddly drained and tired, he was so damn tired. "John Winchester is your father."

"Human parent." Sam repeated, agitation coloring his voice. "Human."

"What other kind is there?" Dean demanded. "Cause you only get those."

"Demon." Sam all but snarled at him, eyes flashing.

"You're not a demon Sam." Dean snapped back at him. "You're human!"

"Demon father!" Sam insisted, trying to stand up and being pulled back by the chains on his wrists.

"You don't have a demon father! You have a human one!" Dean shouted, able to get to his feet and tower over Sam. Sam narrowed his eyes at him but glared back easily.

"Demon father." Sam repeated, chest heaving slightly. "Azazel father."

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