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I'm heading back to school, but I tend to write more while I'm there. It's kinda weird...hopefully the next chapter won't take long and I PROMISE it will be longer than this! I've been packing and saying my goodbyes for the last week, so I haven't had much time for writing, but I've finally managed to find some time to write... Anyway, please enjoy and review! :)

"Sammy. Sammy! Come on, kiddo. Nap time is over." Dean's worried voice broke through the dark fog that seemed to have fallen over his mind.

Sam's eyes flickered open. As he met Dean's gaze above him, he offered his brother a small half-smile. "We have a second chance, but we have to move quickly."

...

Sam looked around at the small group of hunters gathered in the motel room. Dean, his dad, Bobby, and Pastor Jim, all looking worried and curious. He hadn't told any of them what he had seen. He wasn't sure he wanted too. As much as he wanted a second chance at taking revenge, what he saw scared him. Were they prepared to deal with the horrors ahead of them? Surely their luck would run out eventually.

Shaken from his thoughts by Dean clearing his throat, Sam looked over at his big brother.

"What did you see, Sammy?"

Sam took a deep breath, then nodded. "The demon has something called the Colt. It's a gun that will kill anything, even demons. But it does more than that. It's...It's a key."

Dean looked suspicious. I don't think I want to know. But he asked anyway. "A key? A key to what?"

"The gate to ****. The demon wants to release more of those #^#$^#$. And I know how to stop him."

Sam was leaving something out. Dean didn't know what, but there was something. What Sam saw was bothering him more than he was letting on. I don't like it, but I'm not going to press him yet.

...

Dean braked the Impala, pulling up along the side of the road, glancing in the mirror to see that the others had done the same thing. Dean turned the car off, but didn't move from his seat.

Sam glanced at him, then stared out the front window, as if knowing what was on his brother's mind.

"This is it, Sammy. All of these years of hunting, everything we've been through..." Dean didn't seem to know what to say, falling once more into silence.

Sam glanced over at his older brother again and suddenly knew what he wanted to say. If this is the last thing I say, I want it to be meaningful. "You know, Dean, through all of the crap that's happened, you've always been there for me. The visions, the new powers that seem to crop up every other day...the hunters, the demons, even the angels. You're always there. You're my best friend. I owe you more than I could ever pay back. You've always had my back and now you're going to fall me into a battle against **** itself, still protecting me. I...I love you, Dean." It wasn't a sentiment they shared very often, if at all, but it was a strong bond that existed nonetheless. If what I saw...actually happens? I want him to remember this moment. I want him to know.

Dean looked shocked. "Well...what the heck am I supposed to say after that?" The half-hearted joke wasn't entirely unexpected. What he said, softly but audibly, afterwards, was, however. "I love you too, kiddo."

A sharp knock on the window brought them back to the moment. John stood there, watching them, clearly wondering what they were doing. Dean nodded, holding up a finger to indicate they just needed another moment. John stepped away again with a nod.

Once they were again alone, Dean reached over and pulled Sam into a hug. "Let's go finish this."

...

Collecting the weapons they would need from the trunk, Dean slammed the lid closed, then turned to face the other hunters. "Ready."

Pastor Jim gazed upon each of them. "May God be with us."

Bobby looked towards the cemetery with a grimace. "We're gonna need Him."