Warnings: Language, violence

Dean set off by himself, keeping watch. He lit up a cigarette and took a puff. He had smoked on and off in the military, but he had started in high school. John had caught him and threatened to make him smoke a whole carton, but Dean told him he would quit. He was better at hiding it and actually only did it occasionally, when the stress was too much. Like the past few months had been. He always told himself he was going to stop after this one, but he never did. It took the edge off things and honestly, he was sure people would much rather have him smoke than do anything harder.

He looked around, making sure that no one was watching him, before he pulled a crumpled up picture from his pocket. One of the days that he had went to visit with Cain, he had given him this. Said he snagged it when he was in town one day and figure that Dean would like to have it back. It was a picture of him and Sam at Sam's first soccer match ever. He was so little compared to the other players, but he had been so excited. His jersey was a little bit longer than it should've been, but the smile on his face was the biggest Dean had ever seen. Dean had his arm wrapped around Sam's shoulders, an equally bit smile on his face. John had taken the picture. One of the few games of Sam's that both him and Dean had been at. A few weeks later, Dean started riding his bike by himself to the games. And a few years after that, driving a car.

Dean was always there, even when he couldn't be.

Dean didn't realize it until he felt something wet on his hand that he had started to cry. He didn't cry often, but when he did, everything that had been bottled up came out at once. He raised a hand and wiped at his eyes. He was supposed to be the big bad, brave soldier. He had told himself the last day he would cry would be family day, when Sam ran over to him and gave him a big hug and made him promise that he wouldn't get himself blown up. He made Sam a lot of promises over the years and he was going to keep every damn one.

"We have to make a break for it." Dean said, coming back to camp. "We can't stay here any longer. It's been too quiet and I'm afraid if we stay here any longer, they're going to come for us." He watched everyone. Lisa was stitching up a wound on Benny that he had gotten during a training exercise. Bobby was quiet. Everyone was quiet. Sam looked up at Dean and offered a small smile.

"If you think it's best." Sam said softly. Dean could tell that Sam had pretty much given up all hope of ever going to college, of playing soccer again, of having a normal life. The Hunters were doomed to a life of war, but Dean hoped that maybe if they could get to the lines, get to freedom, that they could have a small taste of life again. Dean set down across from Sam, staring at the fire that was going.

"Here's the plan." He said once Lisa was done with Benny and everyone was paying attention. "We stole some fuel from the last raid we had. It's in the cave with the cars. We'll make sure the Impala and the Pinto are filled. You guys take those and head toward the lines. Make sure you have all your ammo."

"You guys?" Jimmy asked. "What about you?"

"I'm going into Calumet and distract them." Dean said. Sam stood up.

"Like hell you are!" He said. "You're coming with us!"

"No Sammy, I'm not." Dean said. "I told you I was getting you out of here. This is the best way to do it." Sam marched over to Dean and punched him square in the face, making Meg and Ruby gasp.

"You stupid son of a bitch!" Sam screamed. "I lost dad, I lost mom, Jessica, and Caleb. Hell, I even lost Rufus! You're going to make me lose you too! Not fucking happening!"

"Sammy…"

"Don't Sammy me!" Sam cried out. "You've been there my whole life! I've needed you my whole life! You can't just leave me now!" Dean saw the large tears falling down his brother's face. He felt his chest tighten. He always told himself he wouldn't make Sam cry, and here he was, making his brother sob. Dean reached out and pulled Sam to his chest, wrapping his arms around Sam.

"Fine." Dean said. "You can come with me. But once we know they're all out of harm's way, you're hightailing it to Free America. Got it bitch?" Dean smiled at Sam.

"Of course jerk." Sam said, wiping at his eyes. Dean rubbed at his sore cheek.

"Where did you learn to punch?" Dean asked with a chuckle. Everyone looked over at Jimmy then.

"What?" Jimmy asked. "Kids gotta learn to defend himself." He laughed. Dean kept an arm around Sam but set back down, pulling Sam with him. Lisa didn't realize she had been staring until she felt Benny's fingers lace with hers and gently pull her down to sit.

"Cas, you and Bobby are in charge of Baby." Dean said. "You two are the only ones I trust with her outside of Sammy."

"I feel so honored." Cas laughed. Dean looked over at Lisa.

"Lisa, can you take the Pinto?" He asked. She nodded quietly.

"Of course." She said. She felt Benny squeeze her hand. She looked at him and offered a small smile. Dean told them the plan, loading the trunks full of whatever they could carry and how the best way to squeeze people into the vehicles were. Everyone noticed how his hand never strayed too far from Sam, but they all knew why. He was scared of losing his little brother and touching Sam offered comfort to both of them.

"Are we all clear on the plan?" Dean asked. Everyone nodded. "Good. Sammy, let's go load up on ammo. We'll head out at the same time as them." Sam smiled softly and nodded, heading towards the cave. Lisa watched Dean's face. She could tell he didn't want Sam to go with him, but Sam wasn't giving him much choice.

"Dean." Lisa said softly. Dean turned to look at her. "Take good care of Sam for me, okay?" He smiled some.

"I will." He said. "Watch out for Benny too." She nodded and turned to look at Benny, who was helping the guys get everything together. Most of what they were taking with them could fit in the back of the Impala. Everyone crammed into the cars, except for Sam and Dean. The cars took off as the Winchester boys headed toward Calumet.

Dean and Sam found a train heading into Calumet. Dean had it all planned out. They would ride the train, dropping explosives along the way, drawing attention away from the cars heading towards Free America.

But there was just a feeling in Dean's chest that the plan wasn't going to work as they boarded the train and crouched down by the weapons.

Sang-jun stood outside on the patio of town hall. He heard the faint whistle in the air of a train in the distance. There was something in the air tonight. He had heard from one of his men that the Hunters weren't where they were supposed to be. And Sang-jun was smart. He knew that they were out there.

The train started going by at a slow pace. Sang-jun saw it when the train went by. A brief glance of camo. There was a second one not far behind. He quickly walked down the path and, sure enough, he saw the camo again. Smiling to himself, he raised his pistol he was holding, and fired.