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Chapter 7

Dean blinked few times and groaned slightly rolling on to his stomach. He felt fuzzy and the room was spinning slightly, making him nauseous. Dean closed his eyes. He was laying on something soft….something that reminded him of a bed. Dean buried himself into the comfort of the bed that was tugging him back to sleep.

"Dean?" Dean buried his face more into the pillow. 'Nope…Not waking'

"I know you are awake!" 'Shut up and let me sleep'

"Come on Dean," Someone was shaking him roughly. 'Ah… crap'

"Hands off dude," Dean mumbled angrily but the shaking continued. Cursing, Dean rolled onto his back and opened his eyes reluctantly. His eyes landed on Sam's face hovering over him looking anxious.

"Personal space man," Dean said, pushing Sam aside and slowly sitting up on the bed. Dean rubbed his eyes. Something was wrong…only Dean couldn't put his finger on it. He looked around the room and found out that he and Sam weren't alone. Sam was sitting next to him on the bed and James sitting on the chair near the door, looking at them.

The sight of James reminded Dean what happened earlier, before he passed out. The memories hit him like ice water. Dean swung his legs from bed and got into his feet immediately. A wave of dizziness hit him again. Dean steadied himself leaning on the wall.

"Whoa…Dean calm down." Sam went to Dean's side, trying to help him. Dean shrugged Sam's hands from his shoulder. "How did I get here?" Dean asked James, who got up from the chair and came to Dean's side. James placed his hand on his shoulder and Dean backed off. Eyeing both of the men Dean asked the question again.

"You are at my place. When you passed out I didn't know what do. So I brought you here and called Sam," James explained. Dean looked at him suspiciously. His instinct said that he was in trouble. Whether he was with Sam or so called old friend of his.

"You live here?" he asked doubtfully, scanning the older man to see if he was lying.

James nodded they heard a knock on the door. James opened the door and Audrey Stanley walked in carrying two beer bottles, surprising Dean.

"Audrey?" Dean asked, rubbing his sore neck.

"Hey, Dean. I told you to behave yourself but you still had to pull a stunt didn't you?" Audrey said, smiling. But her smile didn't feel real to Dean. He frowned looking at Audrey then James and finally at Sam. Audrey looked at him almost sadly?? What the hell?

"This is my uncle." Audrey offered an explanation. "I never knew that you were the Winchesters uncle James talked about."

"We'll leave you and Sam. You should rest Dean. I didn't know that you were hurt badly," James said, leading Audrey out of the room.

Dean smirked slightly. "Slipped outta mind," he said, giving Sam a cold look. Once they are left alone Dean's gonna have one hell of a conversation with Sam.

When Sam closed the door and turn back to Dean, he was putting on his boots. "Dean what are you doing?" Sam asked, leaning on the door, staring at his brother. Dean looked up and met Sam's stare.

"Getting the hell outta here." Dean stood up, wincing at the throbbing pain in his head. The regular headache seemed to be there just to remind him his head was still attached to his body.

"But why?" Sam asked, confused. Dean raised his eye brow and mimicked his brother's words.

"But why? Dude you gave me the whole prep talk don't deal with James alone and now what?" Dean asked, hissing. "Beside you and I have a little talking to do. I intend to take it outside."

"Look Dean…we can trust James."

"Like how?" Dean asked, incredulous. First of all he needed to get out of there because with every passing minute it makes him uneasy and nervous. Then he and Sam need to talk about shooting him before Dean leaps onto Sam to get the truth out of the younger man.

"Dad called me."

"Dad called you?" Dean asked, narrowing eyes. There was something off in Sam. He might not know or remember Sam as much as he did, but there was something that was bugging him like hell with this Sam and the one he met before.

"Yeah. I called him and he said he knows James." Sam pressed his lips together looking at Dean expecting his approval.

"When?"

"I was at the motel and you were gone" Sam said, shrugging.

" I called dad, too," Dean said and for a second he thought that he saw a nervous look on Sam.

"He answered?" Sam asked. Dean put on his jacket and looked at Sam warily.

"Nah…it went to voice message. But I did left a message"

"Oh." Sam looked relieved. "But it's okay, man . We can trust James, dad said so."

"You know what Sam? I don't trust what you say. I need to get outta here and you are coming with me."

"Dean."

" Sam…Now."

Dean walked to the door and opened it. "Dean …Come on man!"

"No. Something is not right."

"What?" Sam sounded frustrated.

"I don't know what…. but I can feel it. Something is wrong." Dean walked out of the room.

"It's 2.00 in the morning, Dean."

"I don't care." Dean snapped and walked out quickly. No sooner had they left then they met James. He looked at them with confusion.

"Aren't you two staying?" James asked, looking at Sam.

"No, but thanks for the offer," Dean said, shaking James arms and getting out as fast he could without waiting for James to say anything or Sam to follow him outside. Dean froze for a moment outside the house when he thought he heard a soft muffle that sounded like Dean. He pulled the jacket closer to him as the cold wind was dancing around him making him shivering slightly. Dean looked around but there was no one. He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt Sam's arm on his shoulder. Dean quickly walked to the Impala wondering how it got there. He gave a one last look at the house. It was still creeping out him. Dean slipped into the passenger seat feeling not so good to about driving. Sam didn't say anything but started the engine and drove off. Dean tried not to fall asleep since even away from the house he felt uneasy. But sleep got the best of him and Dean fell into a restless sleep where he dreamt Sam shooting him.

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"Are you gonna come out or do I have to drag your ass out of there?" Sam said in a cold voice shaking Dean from his sleep. Dean woke up and blinked, looking confused. They were in front of an old warehouse . The Impala was parked in front of it and the headlights were still on. They weren't at the motel.

"Where are we?" Dean asked, looking at Sam who grinned not so amusingly.

"I don't know Dean…you tell me" Sam said sounding amused but his eyes were not amused. They weren't warm as Dean used to see them these last couple of days.

"What the hell, Sam? Get us to the motel" Dean said angrily. Something was definitely off because the cold look Sam was giving to Dean was enough to make his hair stand on end.

"You think you can order me around. I'm so sick of your shit Dean" Sam said, throwing his long arms up.

"What the fuck, Sam?" Dean asked getting out of the car. He fished the small knife out of his boot and slid it inside his jacket . He swayed slightly but Dean held the roof to steady himself. He adjusted the pen knife better.

"You know Dean….I'm gonna end this now. I waited long enough…I tried so many damn times but couldn't…" Sam clicked his tongue. Dean looked suspiciously at him. He was right some thing was wrong about Sam. Dean was shell shocked when Sam pulled out the shot gun and aimed it at him. A wave of déjà vu hit Dean.

"What're you gonna do, Sam? Shoot me again?" Dean asked, anger rising inside him.

"Don't temp me Dean….I might," Sam snarled.

"I remember what happened last time."

"Hmmm, seemed to be your flying lesson wasn't just enough."

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't actually think you fell off the roof did ya?" Sam said in a mocking voice.

"This is bullshit!" Dean said now far too pissed.

"Walk!" Sam ordered his voice was cold. Dean was perplexed, wondering what to do. The old warehouse faintly looked familiar. He wondered what dark memories he had with this one. Sam cocked his head slightly and gave him a look that made him shudder.

"Remember this place Dean…? Oh my bad… you can't." Sam laughed, motioning towards the warehouse. "That was the place I pushed you out from second story window," Sam said, raising his eyebrows. "Didn't know that you had a hard head Dean…but well that doesn't matter anymore does it?"

"What the hell are you talking about, man?" Dean said, eyeing the younger boy, his heart racing. He was glad that Sam still didn't notice the awkward way he held his right hand.

"Yeah well I'm gonna finish your sorry existence! How about that?" Sam sniggered.

Dean took a deep breathe. 'Well, talking didn't go that well. I have to get out of here.'

Dean thought bitterly.

"No rock salt this time Dean…it's real bullets." Sam waved the gun and smiled at him. Before Sam fired, Dean sneaked out the knife from his jacket sleeve and tossed it at Sam. Dean was glad at his reflexes and the accuracy as the small knife pinched Sam, the younger boy let go of the gun and hissed at the knife embedding his left thigh.

"Silver," Sam hissed angrily. Dean grabbed the gun and pointed it at Sam.

"If it makes you happy…pure silver," Dean said, wondering what was the big deal with the silver. He raked his mind to think and he knew something was significance with silver but what it was seemed to be slipping out if his mind.

Sam's face was screwed up with pain and Dean wondered how that small knife was giving that much pain to Sam.

"I don't want to see your face again" he said, pocketing the knife and stealing a one last glance at the young man on the floor, Dean headed out. 'Something is not right..Sam can't be like this..What the hell…' Dean hesitated for a moment looking back at the old warehouse. As much as he didn't want to leave Sam or whoever that was, his instinct was screaming at him to leave and go to the motel soon. Dean slipped into the Impala and started and led her to the road. As Dean hit the road, he groaned at the thought, 'Shit…How am I gonna find my way back to the motel…?I'm screwed up royally!'

TBC

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