They drove to Chicago, with Sam sleeping most of the way. Dean shone the flashlight in his eyes to wake him up. "Hey," Sam said, grumpily. "Where are we?" he asked as he remembered the events from earlier.

"Not in Kansas anymore," Dean replied with a smile. Sam just stared at him. "Chicago," he answered seriously. This Sam was even more serious than his Sam. He hadn't thought that possible.

"And you think there's a genie in there?" Sam asked, wondering if Dean was delusional or lying to him.

"Definitely," Dean answered.

They got out and walked into the warehouse. "Stay behind me and keep quiet," Dean said, suddenly realizing that Sam was a civilian and he was putting him in danger by bringing him on a hunt.

They walked through the warehouse and didn't find anything. Unbeknownst to Dean, the djinn had left because it thought that maybe Dean would come hunting it again.

"Let's just go home. Carmen's probably worried sick," Sam said after they had thoroughly searched the warehouse. Maybe now his brother would realize he was insane.

"Yeah, OK," Dean agreed. He had no idea what to do now. He supposed he just had to live this life. It could be worse, and since he had tried to find the djinn, the deaths weren't really his fault. That was what he was going to tell himself anyway.

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"We need gas," Dean said as he pulled into a gas station. Sam had been sleeping again, but woke up when he stopped.

"I have to go to the bathroom. Are you going to drive off and leave me while I'm in there?" Sam asked. He had no idea where he was and didn't want to wake Jess or his parents for a ride home.

"No, of course not," Dean said. He could tell Sam didn't believe him and wondered what awful things he had done to his brother. He pulled out the keys and handed them to him. "Satisfied?"

Sam nodded. "You have to prepay here," Dean noted. "Can you pay on your way to the bathroom?" Dean hadn't thought anything of the request since he was used to sharing money with Sam. Sam however, was pretty annoyed that he was expected to pay for Dean's little adventure. He kept it to himself. Ten dollars would probably get them home. He would only put ten in. But, of course, he pulled out a twenty.

Just then, a man came out of the bathroom and pulled a gun. He pointed it at the cashier. "Give me all the money in the register." The cashier quickly complied. He only had about $50 in there, though. "This is it?" the gunman yelled in disgust. "Give me your wallet," he said to Sam. Sam did.

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Dean was standing next to the car waiting for the pump to show that it was ready for pumping. He finally decided that Sam had just gone straight to the bathroom without paying and headed inside to pay himself. When he walked in, he froze. There was a man with a gun about two inches from Sam's heart, taking his wallet.

"Give me your wallet, too," the man said when he saw Dean entering.

"Sure, just take it easy," Dean said, slowly approaching the man with his wallet in his outstretched hand. He waited for the man to aim the gun at him, but for some reason, he kept it on Sam. He did reach out to take the wallet, though. Instinctively, Dean pulled it back to throw the man off balance and give Sam an opportunity to take him down. Too late, he realized that Sam wouldn't know what he was supposed to do. As the robber leaned further forward and started to fall, Dean took matters into his own hands and leaned in front of Sam to get to the gun. Meanwhile, the clerk took advantage of the situation and pressed the police call button under his counter.

The robber pushed Dean into Sam and they all went down in a tangle. Unfortunately, the robber ended up on top and was able to jump up fairly easily. He had also managed to maintain a hold on the gun. He had also seen the clerk push the button. "Which one of you has the keys to that car out there?" he asked, now in a panic. He had to get out of here fast, before the cops came.

"I do," Sam said, as he and Dean disentangled themselves from one another.

The robber reached down and grabbed his arm. Dean stood up. "Just give him the keys, Sam."

Sam didn't need to be told that. He reached slowly into his pocket and handed them towards the robber, but he shook his head. "Hand them to him," he said indicating Dean.

Dean couldn't believe this idiot was going to take him hostage. But better him than Sam. He took the keys from Sam and turned towards the door as the robber indicated he should do. "Out to the car, nice and slow," the robber said. Dean walked forward and when he reached the driver's side, turned around and looked. To his horror, he saw that Sam was also being taken hostage.

"You don't need two hostages, man. Just take me," Dean said.

"No. I saw how you tried to protect this one in there. I need you to drive and I need this one to make sure you don't try anything stupid."

Sam knew he and Dean had their differences, but was hoping that Dean would at least not want him dead.

Dean remembered and had it firmly in his head that this Sam was defenseless. He would do whatever this jerk wanted to keep Sam safe. But the second Sam was out of his reach, this guy was toast.

"Get in!" he hissed to Dean and opening the back door, he shoved Sam in and crawled in next to him. He had the gun firmly planted in Sam's temple and was keeping a tight grip on his arm. "Drive," he ordered.