CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Freaking Fantastic

"What exactly did he say to you?" Dean questioned, his doubtful gaze resting on his irritated looking brother.

"All he said was he has plans for me. That's it." Sam knew lying to his brother probably wasn't the best idea but he didn't want to freak him out. At least, that's the reason he kept telling himself.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose as he leaned against their bedroom dresser, his shoulders sagged with exhaustion. Just the thought of Sam getting hurt was enough to mentally tire the eldest demon. "So you're telling me, yellow eyes went through all that, just to tell you he had plans for you?" Sam could hear the distrust in Dean's tone but couldn't backtrack now.

"I don't know Dean, Azazel has always been dramatic." Sighing deeply, Sam stood up and patted the eldest demon on the back. "Don't worry, it's nothing we can't handle. I'm gonna go shower."

Narrowing his eyes at the now closed door, Dean could feel doubt starting to form in his gut, knowing Sam a little better than his little brother thought.

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"A what now?" Dean questioned, his eyes narrowed in confusion as Jo rolled hers. He had made his way down to the kitchen just moments before to ask the group how their hunt had went only to have the blonde hunter start talking about another one. She was standing in front of him with her arms crossed, irritated that she had to keep repeating herself.

"A poltergeist." She reiterated as if she was talking to a small child.

"And you think it's where?" The eldest demon asked, his uncertainty growing the more the blonde spoke. To be honest, he was ready to go out on another hunt, but not sure if he wanted to go on this one.

Her impatience running out, Jo walked over to the kitchen table where her laptop was and pulled up the news article and gestured towards the screen. "A house in Lawrence Kansas." The hunter watched as Dean's eyes widened and a look of horror took over his face. Noticing Jo was looking at him, the demon quickly put on a mask of disinterest.

"Interesting. I'll get back to you." He quickly shut the computer and stormed upstairs, leaving the blonde hunter angry and worried.

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"Sammy!" Dean yelled, banging on the door to the bathroom where his brother was still taking his goddamn time. After getting no response, the eldest Winchester continued to pound on the door when he got an aggravated remark from his brother to leave him the hell alone. The demon rubbed at his eyes as he felt them going black, memories and unshed emotions flooding through him as he kept remembering the house on that computer screen.

"Everything okay so- Dean?" John corrected himself, leaning against the wall a few inches from where his eldest son was pressing his head against the bathroom door.

Clearing his throat, Dean looked up at his father, eyes quickly changing back to green but not before the old hunter noticed." Everything's fine." The demon answered plainly, his voice gruff.

John nodded, obviously not convinced. "Got anything to do with the case Jo's wanting to go on?" He asked, already knowing it was.

Dean looked at the hunter incredulously, acting as if the man was crazy. "What?" He forced a laugh, feeling relieved when he heard the water stop. "Of course not. There's no reason why we can't go work it."

"Great, we'll leave in about an hour." John gave his son a small smile before he retreated down the hallway, his shoulders somewhat slumped from the weight of this potential case.

….

"And you're positive? How do you even remember?" Sam questioned, not really believing his brother was telling the truth.

Dean narrowed his eyes at the tall demon in disbelief. "What do you mean? Sammy we grew up in that house for the first seven years of my life. I know it's the right fucking house." Sam could tell his brother was getting worked up, but still had his doubts.

"And Jo thinks there's some spirit living inside of it?" The youngest demon squeezed his eyes shut as he plopped down on the bed, not even bothering with fixing his still damp hair.

Dean shrugged lazily, not too sure on the details because he had been too busy focusing on where the case was.

Sam stood up abruptly, shooting his brother an apologetic look. "I think I'll stay here."

Dean scoffed slightly before realizing the tall demon was serious. "What do you mean? Trust me, I don't want to go either but it's our house man."

"I just think maybe we should head out." Sam said casually, not meeting his brother's bewildered look.

"Like leave as in leave them?" When Sam nodded, Dean rolled his eyes. "Sammy you're the one who wanted to stay here in the first plac-"

"I know!" The youngest demon snapped, taking a threatening step forward. Dean's eyes widened in surprise as he put his hands up in a calming gesture, not wanting to set his brother off again. "I know. But I don't think this is a safe place for us right now."

The eldest demon, still not clear on what Sam was talking about, rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. "Why not? We actually have four hunters on our side Sam, since when is that not a good thing?"

"Because I'm supposed to lead some fucking demon army and think they might have a problem with that!" Sam admitted harshly, not realizing what he had said until it was out in the open.

"Woah Sammy calm down. What the hell are you talkin' about?" Dean said, his voice soft as he took a step towards his defeated looking little brother.

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"Wow." Dean said dryly, plopping down on the bed heavily before running a hand through his short hair. He watched as Sam sat across from him, hopelessness evident in the tall demon's eyes. His shoulders were slumped and he was tapping his finger on his leg nervously.

Placing a soothing hand on his knee, Dean looked his brother in the eye. "Listen to me, we will get through this. Let's just stay low for a little while, ya know figure some stuff out. We've got Crowley, Azazel, Meg, and Ruby all on our To Do List." Sam nodded reluctantly, knowing his brother was right. "But," Dean continued, drawing the youngest demon's attention back to him. "That is our house. We gotta take care of it."

Sam sighed deeply, not missing the hurt that was evident in his brother's eyes. The youngest demon should've known that this situation was going to be just as hard on Dean as it is on him. So, Sam gave his brother the answer he wanted to hear. "Fine."

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TBC

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