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Tracy sat there seething. It had gotten dark a long time ago and Jenn had fallen asleep next to her in the backseat. The young nurses' head leaned on the window of the Impala.

Dean drove in silence. No music… nothing. Tracy was left with crazy silence as countryside after countryside passed by the window.

Who was this guy? Was he some gallant hero just marching in to save the day? Or should she be scared?

She hated no knowing but soon she'd figure out the missing pieces as the two awake members of the car heard a groan coming from the front passenger seat.

Sam tried to stretch out his long legs and seek out a more comfortable spot in his haze. Man… the Impala was just not that comfortable for a tall person like him. Fine for Dean though so it seemed. He could feel the car rumbling under him and when he tried to open his eyes all he saw was darkness… Driving through the night again… lovely.

Sam's unfocussed eyes landed on Dean as his older brother tried devoting equal amounts of time between the road and Sam with his eyes.

"Dean?" He mumbled sleepily, his words coming out more slurred then he expected.

"Hey Sammy…" Dean answered. A sensitive smile graced his brothers' features from the glow of the interior car lights.

Dean watched as Sam's face scrunched up in confusion.

'Oh no… here we go' Dean thought. He didn't figure he'd have the reunion in the car and teased with the thought of pulling over and doing this but Dean realized again at an other glance at his brother in the seat next to him that doing so wouldn't be necessary.

Sam must have been really tired and concussed because it was clear he wasn't thinking straight.

"Dean? Man…" he muttered out, shifting to a more comfortable spot in the leather seat. "I had the worst dream."

"Oh really? What about Sammy." He asked, trying to see if he could keep his sleepy brother with him a little longer. The joy of talking to him again was set aside by concern.

"You… were gone…" Sammy said breathlessly as he shut his heavy eyelids.

"I'm not going anywhere Sammy" Dean whispered as he watched his brother sink back into unconsciousness once again.

Dean shook his head disappointed. Sam thought it was all a dream but once Sam was lucid he'd know better.

And Dean knew that moment was sure to come. He was prepared to see his brother again till he found out he thought he was dead. Now the matter got much more delicate.

Dean let out a rough sigh and returned his attention to the road in front of him.

"So… you're his brother" Tracy said softly from the back seat.

Dean looked into the rearview mirror and locked eyes with the rough girl.

"Yea…" He said quietly and returned his eyes back to the road.

"He said you were dead."

"I seem to be hearing a lot of that today"

"Umm... were you? Ar… are you? OH never mind that was a crazy question." Tracy didn't know what to believe anymore and she couldn't believe she just asked the man that stupid question.

"Yea it was…" The hunter agreed from the front seat. Clearly tact wasn't this woman's strong point.

Dean looked back into the mirror and saw her staring at the back of his head.

"No I'm not dead… goddamn it…" he huffed after he saw the confused look on her face in the mirror. He reached his hand over to turn on the radio at last… he was done with this conversation.

"No wait… I'm sorry. Of course you aren't. It's just. Sam said… And this witch stuff… and…" Tracy paused briefly to close her eyes and collect her thoughts. "He… he really missed you."

Dean's hand froze and he looked back to Tracy again.

"I missed him too." He replied softly. "Look… I'd rather only do this conversation once so lets just wait until Sammy is coherent before this goes any farther ok?"

"Ok… I can accept that."

Dean actually smiled at her words

"Well that's good or else I don't know how we'd have survived."

Tracy's nose turned up at his cockiness. Somehow she didn't figure at first meeting him he'd lack in the humor department. Obviously she shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

"Jack ass…" She slipped in with a smirk.

"Oh you haven't seen anything sister."

And that… she believed.

They drove until around 1 am before Dean pulled into a roadside motel. He still felt he wasn't far enough away from Organa but he couldn't drive any longer and as of an hour ago he was the only awake person in the Impala.

It was time to pull over. He hadn't been getting much sleep lately and the last thing he wanted to do was fall asleep at the wheel.

The car coming to a stop awoke Jenn and Tracy in the backseat. Tracy sat up and blinked her tired eyes heavily, adjusting them.

"Wow I just conked out." Jenn mused, stretching the sleep from her legs and arms. "I'm sorry Dean… I should have stayed awake."

"Why? You were tired. None of us got much sleep lately. Don't worry about it." He reassured her while he rummaged through his wallet for a credit card to use.

"We're staying here?" Tracy asked. A hint of disgust slipped through as she scanned the old build.

"It's not the Hilton but it'll do." Dean had certainly stayed in worse conditions and as long as it had a bed and a bathroom he didn't give a shit what it looked like. Besides, a Dunkin Donuts resided just next door.

Dean pulled is tired body out of the black Chevy and headed into to get them a room. He didn't think he'd have much trouble getting a room here. It didn't look like a hoping place and one room with two beds was been fine for tonight. There was no way he was going to separate the four of them with Organa on the loose.

Finally after Dean and Tracy helped Sam's dead weight into one of the beds everyone decided to call it a night. Dean promised Tracy before she slid in next to Jenn that he'd have to wait till morning to find a spell for her house.

Tracy didn't argue. She'd rather he did it with a few hours of sleep under his belt anyways.

Silence coated the room and finally Dean laid his head back on the bumpy pillow next to his brother.

There were only a few circumstances where he'd allow his brother to ever be this close… especially in a bed and this was one of them. Sam was probably 10 years old the last time they had shared one. Dean was almost 15 and picked the cot over sleeping along side his brother.

But now as he lay there, content in having his brother back with him and having a zillion sore muscles screaming at him to relax… Dean couldn't sleep.

The thought of his brother waking up next to him while he was sleeping was terrible. He'd be so shocked and confused. It wouldn't be fair to Sam, plus he couldn't wait to talk to his brother.

Tracy and Jenn finally fell asleep about an hour ago and Dean was left in silence to mull over things in his head. One of which was the moment that was sure to come with his brother.

'He thought I was dead…'

That hurt the worst. Sam always needed a hope to hold onto and however he got that thought in his head that he was dead would have just smashed his hopes to bits.

He couldn't help but notice how Sammy's clothes hung off his bones in the car. He obviously hadn't been eating.

Dean would make sure a large breakfast was in the works in the morning.

Plus he'd rather have their moment away from the girls. Not that he didn't feel close enough to Jenn to have it in front of her but just incase his macho side slipped he'd rather it was just him and Sam

It was 4:30 in the morning and Dean still couldn't sleep. He knew he should get some but he couldn't let himself. He really hadn't slept in two days. They packed up and rushed out of Virginia as soon as Dean saw the news report… and he didn't have much before that either.

Dean who was still sitting up against the headboard so he could easily watch his brother slide quietly out of the bed and stood up on the green shag carpet.

He quietly padded over to his jacket and pulled out his wallet. He took a few bucks from it and put it back before he reached over to put on his boots and grab the room key. He wouldn't be long. And when he came back he planned on sitting at the little table in the room sipping his lovely coffee and finding a way to keep Tracy's house safe so she could go back to it. He knew there had to be a spell that would work better then salt. Luckily there was a Dunkin Donuts just next door. He needed coffee and he needed it now.

Dean thought he was going to make it out of the room undetected till a voice stopped him as he put his hand on the door handle.

"Where are you going?" Tracy whispered as 'sleep' dripped off her words.

Dean spun around like a kid that just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Tracy was sitting up in the bed rubbing the tiredness from her eyes.

"To get a coffee… can't sleep?"

"Not really. Little freaked out about this witch shit."

Dean couldn't help but let out a bit of a laugh even though it wasn't that funny.

"Understandable. Want coffee?" He offered.

"NO… no thanks. I'll never sleep if I drink it now. I at least want to try to get some before its light out."

"Ok... I'll be right back then."

Dean returned back to his previous potion with his hand on the door handle when her voice rang in his ears once again

"What if Sam wakes up and you aren't here?"

The hunter scrunched his features and turned back to her with a sigh. He's thought of that but honestly he didn't expect him to wake up in the 5 minutes it would take for him to run up the hill for coffee.

"He shouldn't… I wont be gone long. But if he does it'll prolly be better then finding me sitting next to him."

"Ok then." Her voice didn't sound so sure but Dean waved it off.

"I'll be right back."

And with that Dean exited the hotel room with only the small squeak of the old door hinges following him.

Sam could have sworn in his haze he heard talking around him. The voices were so muffled that he couldn't make out whom it was. The unmistaken sound of a door closing however perked him back up.

'Ohhh my head.' It felt like a freight train was rumbling through it in just one constant loop.

He didn't want to get up yet but something nagged at him. Where was he? What was he doing when he got the lovely Swing band to do encores in his brain?

Sam lay there... unable to open his eyes just yet and tried to get his brain to work.

Ok… He was with Tracy this morning… where were they going? OH that road! They went in a barn and… THE WITCH!

Sam sat up quick… To quick for his head and a weak hand came up to try and rub the pain from his temples.

Sam finally let his eyes work and found he was in what looked like a hotel room… motel room? What? 'Shouldn't I be at Tracy's? Or… what the HELL happened!'

Sam turned his weary head over to the next bed. He didn't know what to expect but when he saw Tracy sitting up with her eyes shut he figured giving up his hopes was too much. Dean wasn't there… He'd never be there…

But wait! Dean WAS there… he saw him!

No he couldn't have. Maybe he was closer to death then he thought he'd get while that witch was strangling him. He was back in the Impala… with his brother… for only a brief moment.

Sam threw his legs over the side of the bed and attempted to stand up. He suddenly had to go to the bathroom and his woozy head would not stop him from that task.

Sam was halfway to the bathroom when his hunter instincts kicked back in. Two things caught his eye…

There was an other person in the bed with Tracy… an other girl.

'WHAT the HELL is going on!' He yelled in his head… something that wasn't welcome. And the second thing was a leather jacket sitting on a chair by the bathroom door.

"No…" he said aloud…

This had to be some weird lifelike dream complete with pain… Sam backed away from the jacket… his brother's jacket. There was no mistake. The jacket his brother last wore before he ended up in the hospital before... before he died.

"No" he repeated … more emotion came through his words

"Sam?" Sam turned towards Tracy's voice with large confused eyes.

Sam didn't acknowledge her one bit as he turned towards the door of the motel and flung it open. His eyes scanned the parking lot. He wasn't sure what he was looking for. Maybe some sign this was fake? That he had gone insane? He wasn't sure... but as soon as he stepped out he saw it.

Sitting down the row of cars was…

"The Impala" he mouthed.

This was a sick joke. There was no mistaking it... not at all

This was his brother's car.

But he left it back with his brother!

Sam walked barefoot and unsteady out to the middle of the parking lot to get a better look. He had to know. This couldn't be real. The witch was doing this! She had to be!

And there it was… Kansas license plate as clear as day.

"Oh god!" He screamed. Why couldn't he wake up from this nightmare!

Dean couldn't believe how long it took to get one little coffee when the only other person in the place was the janitor mopping the floors!

"College students should never be allowed to work night shifts." he mumbled as he walked out the door and headed back across the parking lot to the motel.

He reached into his jeans pocket to get the room key when he heard a voice shout.

"Oh God!"

Dean looked up. Sharp hunter eyes scanned the parking lot and landed on a frozen hunched form in the middle of the lot…

Dean knew that hunch... he knew that voice… "Sam…."

"Sammy!" He yelled without thinking as he walked faster over to his tortured brother.

Sam turned his shocked eyes to the person who called his name… his brain was going haywire. Dean's car… Dean's Jacket… and now…

"Dean?" he whimpered as he caught sight of his brother. And with that Sam slumped to the knees, his legs no longer were his friend and he brought his hands up to try and knock some sense into himself as he put pressure on his aching head.

Dean saw his brother go down to his knees and wasted no time chucking the coffee to the ground as he broke into a run to his little brother.

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