Is anybody else really enjoying season ten so far?

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: Deep Conversations

Sam's head snapped up at the soft knocking at his bedroom door. He had been jumpy the past two days ever since they got back to Bobby's and he was positive everybody noticed. Standing up from the comfy, worn chair in the corner of the room, Sam stretched before he walked over to the awaiting knocker.

Opening the door with a sigh, the youngest demon was surprised to be greeted by Jo's sullen expression.

"Hi Sam. Can we talk?" She asked in a hushed whisper after noting Dean's still sleeping form on one of the twin beds. Glancing at his brother, the tall demon turned back to the blonde and nodded before shutting the door quietly behind him. Why Jo wanted to talk to him at six in the morning was beyond Sam, but he went with it anyways.

Having a deep feeling in her gut this conversation may get heated, Jo led the shaky demon behind her to the basement, not wanting to take the chance of waking up the other three hunter's in the house along with one easily-agitated demon.

"Jo, not that I don't trust you, but leading me into a dark musty basement at six in the morning is a little concerning." The demon quipped, his lips tugging at the corners as he descended the steps behind the petite blonde.

The young hunter shook her head in mock annoyance, finally coming to a stop a few feet from the bottom of the stairs. Noting the possibility of this being a long conversation, Sam plopped down heavily on the second to last step with a small grunt.

"What's on your mind?" The demon questioned, his brows knitted in curiosity.

Jo worried at her lip, not to sure where to start and not wanting to come off as judgmental. Sighing with frustration, she wiped her clammy palms on her jeans before she crossed her arms. "Are you going to tell me what happened in that house?" The blonde blurted out, not missing the guilt that flashed through Sam's eyes before he covered it up with disinterest.

He folded his hands in front of him, resting his elbows on his knees. "Why do you think anything happened?" He retorted, acting clueless.

Jo could see the nervous tendencies of Sam's start to show; the way he fidgeted with his fingers and completely avoided any and all eye contact with her were pretty obvious.

"Sam." The youngest demon glanced up, her tone reminding him of her mother upstairs. He ran a shaky hand through his hair before he ran it down his face. "Nothing important happened." Sam lied, not concerned by how easily they rolled off his tongue.

"Nothing happened?" Jo scoffed as she uncrossed her arms. "Why did you look so freaked and guilty as Hell when Greg brought up Azazel and how he wanted us there?" She snapped, not in the mood to deal with the lying demon sitting a few feet from her.

Sam tried to look shocked or offended but it looked forced as he stammered his next sentence. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Jo took a step forward and exhaled deeply to try and calm herself down. "Sam, you're super jumpy and you look like you're just waiting for something to happen. That's not nothin'."

The youngest Winchester sighed after realizing there was no way the young hunter was going to let this go. Reluctantly, Sam told Jo the truth.

…

Dean's eyes slowly opened, the bright sun shining in through the cracked curtains. Stifling a groan, the eldest demon swung his legs over the side of the bed, black socked feet landing on the smooth wood floor. He rubbed at his eyes with his thumb and forefingers before finally taking notice Sam wasn't there.

Grabbing the bedside clock, the demon moaned at the bright red '7:00' that was showing. Getting up, Dean pulled on a red t-shirt and sweats before making his way downstairs to try and find his brother so they could talk.

Lazily making his way down the set of stairs, the elder Winchester son's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the basement door cracked open. Being sure to stay quiet, he creeped over and peaked through to see Sam and Jo in a deep conversation. Although he was a little confused, Dean shook his head as he walked away to greet the baseball capped hunter who was in the middle of making coffee in the kitchen.

"Mornin' Bobby." Dean mumbled sleepily, gratefully taking the steaming cup the old drunk handed him with a grunt for a response.

"So." Bobby began, not missing the glare the eldest demon shot him at his serious tone. "Do ya know why your mom said what she did?" He asked, straight to the point.

Dean casually lifted one shoulder as he took a sip, liking the bitter taste of the black coffee, just the way he liked it. "Beats me. She wasn't too specific when I talked to her." The demon felt a pit start to form in his stomach again as he remembered what his mother had warned him about. Rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, Dean started to look uncomfortable as he debated confiding in the old hunter before him.

As if noticing the inner struggle going through the demon's head, Bobby tried to reassure him. "You can trust me, Dean. Even though we haven't known each other for long, I met ya when you were about two." The old drunk chuckled slightly at the demon's furrowed brows before he elaborated. "Your momma brought you around when she thought I was just a good friend of John's. Only heard from her again after she kicked your old man out and that was only twice more." He finished with sadness in his tone.

Dean digested this new information. His mom had trusted the hunter at one point, why can't he? Deciding he'd ask Bobby about why his mom had talked him to him twice even after she knew the truth later, he felt he could tell this man anything. Dean felt like he was suffocating from the weight his mother had put on him and had to tell somebody, even if it was some hunter.

"You didn't tell Sam, did ya? What mom said?" Dean questioned worriedly, swallowing hard.

Bobby shook his head, not being stupid enough to get involved in family affairs. "Not a word. Figured it was your place to tell him which you haven't yet. Does that not count on your list of important things to mention?" The hunter asked with sarcasm lacing his words as he smirked, disregarding the glare Dean shot him.

The demon sat the coffee mug down carefully as he thought how to explain his reasoning. "Sammy he- he means everything to me. Ever since I was four years old, it's always been my job to protect him, ya know?" Dean paused, rubbing at the stubble that was growing on his chin. "And now- now I gotta worry about what Azazel is gonna do to him?" Clearing his throat, the demon walked a step closer to Bobby, his voice lowering to barely above a whisper. "It's better if Sam doesn't know. Especially that mom was the one who told me."

"What did Mary tell you?" John asked from the doorway in between the living room and kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with a look of betrayal and wonder in his tone. He had to admit, the fact his eldest son was talking to Bobby and not him hurt a little.

Dean looked like a deer caught in headlights as he met John's prying gaze. He didn't want to let his newly found father know about his encounter with his mom, it was none of his business.

Sensing Dean's discomfort, Bobby spoke up. "Just to always protect that brother of his." The hunter clarified, not too worried about lying to his old friend.

John pursed his lips slightly, getting the sense he wasn't going to get the truth. Instead of pressing it further, he nodded curtly before walking over to the counter and pouring himself a cup of coffee. He figured Dean would tell him when he was ready.

…

"What did it feel like?" Jo questioned softly, her eyes searching Sam's for any hint of enjoyment.

The demon looked taken aback, not really expecting that question after all he had just told her. "Um, corruption. I guess." He stated, not wanting to let Jo know just how much he had really enjoyed it.

She nodded, happy with his deep answer before she gave him a thin-lipped smile. "Hey, I mean it could've been worse." She offered, trying to lighten the mood.

Sam chuckled humorlessly as he stood up, his left leg having fallen asleep. "Do me a favor, but don't tell Dean okay? He's got enough on his plate." He asked, his eyes pleading for the blonde to keep it a secret.

Rolling her eyes, Jo patted him on the back before turning to head upstairs. "You got it Sam."

…

"I gave you a chance Squirrel, should've taken it."

Crowley's cruel voice echoed in the large, spacious living room they were in. Sam was standing tall with dried blood all over his face next to his brother who somehow had demon warded handcuffs attached to his wrists. Dean's features were strained, obviously perturbed by whatever was going on. Or maybe it was his totally off the rails demonic brother next to him.

"Bite me, Crowley." Dean snapped, his tone menacing as he stared the King of Hell down with pitch black eyes.

"My pleasure."

The sound of Hell Hounds growling and snapping their jaws cut off any witty remark Dean might've had. Sam's eyes landed on half a dozen beasts descending on his brother before he jumped into action.

"Not your fight, Moose." Crowley chastised before sending the youngest demon up against the wall.

The last thing Sam saw was Hell Hounds latching on to every one of Dean's limps, pulling him to the ground as his blood spilled all over the nice white carpet.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, his voice filled with emotions as he saw his brother disappear through the floor in a mound of black smoke, one word barely audible over all the growling.

"Sammy…"

Sam blinked his eyes open, alarmed by the sharp pain in his head as he went to sit up, not sure how he had ended up on his bedroom floor. The youngest demon cradled his head, an excruciating headache pounding his skull.

What the fuck was that?

….

TBC

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