DISCLAIMER: Not my sandbox, not my Winchesters and not my Bobby…

NOTE#1: I'm so sorry for the non Wednesday post. I rarely (luckily) have meniere's episodes. But this week has been one of my unlucky weeks. Hey, people… I want off the merry go round… it's not merry for me at all. Smiles… Thank you all for the reviews, favs and alerts… they brighten my dizzy days! Air HuGgs! I wanted to wait until my head was a little clearer to post but I'm so late that I'm posting since I can sit up for 10 minutes without up-chucking… I know… TMI...

NOTE#2: enjoy…

Chapter 3

A couple hours later and Bobby asked from somewhere near the front of the rows of shelves, "Found anything useful?"

Dean sighed and as he huffed in frustration asked, "Have you?"

Sam looked up from his reading to stare at Dean.

After several seconds of silence Dean started to get restless as he waited for Sam to speak. But instead he continued to stare. Sam's hand went slowly to his forehead where he rubbed vigorously at it, still not blinking or talking.

Dean scrambled to his feet and dropped the file he was reading to the table as he leaned over and felt Sam's head, no fever. So, migraine… or vision? He hadn't had one… he pulled Sam's hand away from his head and finally Sam focused on him. "Shit, Sam. Don't fucking do that again. What the hell?" He snapped angrily effectively masking his worry.

"What?" Sam asked innocently. What was Dean's problem?

"Why the zone out?" Dean asked as he studied Sam.

Oh, okay… that was his problem. "I have a headache…" Sam said with a little bit of a question at the end. Not sure if that was the answer Dean wanted.

"You sure? No vision or anything weird?" Dean asked, sitting back down slowly while still focused on his little brother.

Sam gave him a smile as he said, "Maybe I need glasses with all this reading small print."

"Maybe it's just you trying to read Jim's chicken scratch." Dean said as he picked up his file.

"Hey, did you know there was a 6th and 7th Books of Moses that deal with witchcraft and…" Sam said as he looked back at the file and then up at Dean.

"Well, do you think there is anything that we could use in that?" Dean interrupted.

Sam shrugged and said, "Maybe, we'll ask Bobby if we have those here."

"Ask me what?" Bobby asked as he walked up to the table with a pile of books, dropping them on the table with a bang.

"About the 6th and 7th books of Moses." Sam said automatically, not looking up from his file.

"We have a copy in German for those." Bobby commented as he sat down and picked up a book.

"Well, are they here?" Sam asked finally looking at Bobby.

"No. They're at my house." Bobby said as he thoughtfully sat down a book and picked up another.

"Do you think that it would have anything we're looking for in it?" Dean asked. That was all he wanted to know. He didn't care if Sam had never heard of it or wanted to read it. He could do that later. When they didn't have Lucifer wanting to wear Sammy to the prom.

"I don't think it would, it's probably along the same lines as the rest of the bible. It would probably talk about witch related…"

"Bobby." Dean almost whined, "Can it tell me how to get rid of the devil?"

"YOU?" Sam snapped blinking at Dean.

"Yeah…" At the look on Sam's face, Dean sighed and corrected himself. "Us… Help us get rid of the devil."

Sam slammed down the file he was currently sifting through and stood, kicking his chair back out of the way before storming off.

"What?" Dean called after Sam, "What did I do?" Dean glanced at Bobby before shaking his head and stalking off after Sammy. He caught up with him just outside the barn.

"Sam, what a damn minute… would you?"

"No." Sam snapped, speeding up.

Dean lurched forward grabbing Sam by the arm and spinning him around.

"Don't Dean. I'm not in the mood. I'm trying here man. I really am. But you…" Sam clamped his lips together and stopped himself from saying anything more.

"I what? Sam, I'm here. I'm doing this…" Dean snapped only to be interrupted by Sam.

"What? For me? Dean." Sam stopped shook his head as he jerked his arm away.

"Who else Sam? Who else would I be here for?" Dean demanded, starting to get pissed off himself.

"Dean. I'm not going to screw this up." Sam looked pleadingly at him before he added, "I'm ending it. Okay?"

"Sammy, I…" Dean started as he reached for his brother.

"Don't say you believe in me." Sam demanded as he took a step back. "Just don't make it worse by lying to me."

Dean fought the urge to pound on Sam. Knock some sense into his stubborn ass. Dean shook his head in frustration. "I do believe Sam. I believe that you will kill yourself if you thought it would make things right. But that's not good enough."

Sam paled before he stuttered, "Well, I'm so… sorry. It's as good as I've got." He turned and tried to get away before Dean could see the tears.

Dean watched as Sam walked away from him. Their world was F.U.B.A.R. He decided to get some things straight once and for all with Sam. The stupid little shit! He wanted his brother not... He was startled as a hand grabbed his arm and kept him in place instead of letting him move forward.

He was surprised to see Pace standing there looking at him.

Pace dropped his hand before he said softly, "Maybe give him a little breathing room. Talk when you both are calmer."

"No offense dude. But this don't fucking concern you." Dean growled.

"True enough, but it does you." He nodded in the direction Sam had went before he added, "and him. One thing about little brothers… they are always trying to prove to their perfect older brothers that they are worthy."

"I'm not perfect." Dean said with a snort.

"To him, you are. It's just a little brother thing." Pace said softly.

"So your big brother was perfect huh?" Dean said with a tiny grin.

"I thought so. He didn't." Pace said, still watching Sam.

"I'm thinking he thinks he failed you… from the way he's acting. In a big way… he just wants a chance to fix it. Make you proud of him again." Pace told him wisely.

"I never stopped." Dean whispered.

"Looks like he believes so." Pace said gently.

Dean stared after Sam. Yeah, Sam had that look again. The kicked puppy look.

Pace slowly moved off, leaving Dean to mull over what he'd said.

Dean started chewing his nails as he watched Sam stop and lean against the fence to stare at nothing. Why did it always fall on them to fix the world… well, this time they broke it but this shit had started long before they were born.

He shook his head and went back into the barn. He wasn't surprised to find Bobby still at the table looking through another stack of files.

"It settled?" Bobby asked without looking up.

"Soon." Dean said shortly.

"Good." Bobby said closing one file and opening another.

Dean sat down and folded his arms across his chest. He watched for Sam to come back. Over an hour passed causing Dean to consider heading back up after his idiot brother when he heard him stomping down the stairs.

Dean snatched up a random file and opened it just as Sam walked back up to the table.

"Feel better?" Dean asked not looking up.

"I'm fine." Sam mumbled as he sat down heavily in the chair across from Dean.

Dean peeked over the file at his brother, he snorted, Yeah, he really looks fine.

Sammy's head jerked up to stare at Dean before ducking his head quickly back to his own file.

TBC