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NOTE#1: I had forgotten how time consuming babies were… even little poopy puppy ones! LOL, they are adorable… but they keep you running… No, don't poop THERE! Then they scatter because I scared them and… you get the picture. Thanks so much for all the lovely, fuzzy, huggable reviews! Also favs and alerts! OH! I tried to post a picture last chapter, apparently I did something wrong. Will try again…

Chapter 5

Sam didn't see Dean until he slammed into him, ramming him into the table until he was laid back across it with his shirt clenched in Dean's fists. Dean leaned in almost touching noses as he snarled, "Now you listen to me, cause I'm only going to say this once. I was pissed… really fucking pissed that you chose a demon over me. Then when I recovered somewhat from that I get a ringside view of your heaven." He laughed harshly, "And if I thought my feelings were hurt before, damn was I in for a rude awakening… cause the fucking hits kept coming! So yeah, I checked out for awhile… but little brother, I'm back and it has jack shit to do with Dad. This is about me and you." He slammed Sam back against the table and then let go as he stepped away he asked, "So tell me little brother what exactly do you get?" Intense green eyes smoldering with rage bore into him, daring him to answer.

Sam slowly sat up as he rubbed his chest he continued to stare at Dean. His brows furrowed as he considered Dean's words. So, Dean wasn't mad at him anymore? He continued to rub absentmindedly at his chest as he wondered if it could really be that simple and did he even deserve that? That… I'm over it so let's move on.

"I…" Sam started to say but Bobby interrupted him.

"You idgits have both forgive each other in this mess why not try to forgive yourselves and let's figure this out." Bobby watched both of them as he waited for their answers.

Dean stared solemnly at Sam a minute longer before he turned and grinned at Bobby as he said, "Who knew we had Yoda with us."

"idgit." Bobby said, smiling fondly at him.

Sam had been looking at Bobby only to jerk his head around to stare at Dean.

"What?" Dean asked, feeling Sam's gaze on him even before he looked back to confirm it. Then he picked up the file he had thrown down when he'd tackled Sam and remarked, "I watch movies."

Sam shook his head as he cautiously stood and slipped into his chair while he continued to watch Dean.

Dean walked around the table and sat back down opposite Sam and opened the file as he laid it down flat on the table. He shuffled some papers around as he said, "When Dad was last in Franklin it had one building and the graveyard still standing." He looked up and noticed both of them staring at him, "What?" He finally asked as he leaned back in the chair and tossed the page he was reading from onto the table. "Didn't you say get down to business Bobby?" placing his hands behind his head as he looked at each one in turn he asked again, "What?"

Sam opened his mouth to say something only to close it again having said nothing.

Dean gave him a smile before he dropped his hands and leaned forward as he asked, "You got something to say little brother?"

"If you had to pick between me and Adam who would you pick?" Sam asked, then slammed his mouth shut, he damn sure hadn't planned to ask that! What the Hell was wrong with him? Was he looking for Dean to kill him outright? That was entering no man's land. It was in the land of Shit you Didn't Really Want to Know. So, yeah way to fuck up, Sammy! The voice in his head badgered him and would have kept at it if Dean hadn't interrupted.

Dean lurched up from his chair, threw a hand through his hair before he snapped, "What the hell kind a question is that?"

"Umm?" Sam grunted, 'Cause, yeah… where had that come from? Dean was going to kill him…

Dean pursed his lips together in frustration as he growled out, "You."

"And right after Heaven if they'd given you a choice, who then?" Sam asked, groaning because he REALLY didn't want to hear Dean pick Adam. He had already crammed his foot so far up his ass he might as well finish the job he thought as he watched Dean closely.

"It's not fair to ask me that." Dean stated, sighing loudly before he finally answered, "You… you little shit… It will always be you." Turning away he demanded his body to get his breathing under control. To be honest he had wondered that himself; but to actually admit it aloud seemed wrong.

Sam said softly, "I always thought I was picking you too." He laughed harshly before he said, "I'm sorry Dean. I wish I was half as smart as I once thought I was."

Dean turned and stared at Sam, tilting his head to the side as he studied him. Then he silently walked around the table and over to Sam as he said, "Sammy… we took the long way back home to each other." He pulled him into a hug as he told him softly, "But now that we are together…" Dean stepped back as he finished what he wanted to say, "I don't want to throw us away again and letting you pit jump, that would be doing just that."

Sammy tried to keep the tears at bay as he took a ragged breath he whispered, "It will always be you." He thought to himself, If he remembered that one thing, to always pick Dean… it would be okay.

"What?" Dean asked not quite hearing what Sam had said.

"Nothing. So, Franklin, Kansas…" Sammy left it open as he reached for his chair and sat back down he pulled the file to him as he spun it around.

Dean gave a half grin as he stepped up next to Sam and leaned down, he pointed as he said, "Dad thought the Indians knew the secret of Franklin. But he couldn't get them to talk. I will though."

Sam looked at him surprised, "What makes you think they'll talk to you when they wouldn't talk to Dad?"

"I inherited my huntin' skills from mom." Dean said before he added softly, "And my charm."

Sam snorted as he said, "Yeah, right… you're going to charm the Indians into spilling theirs guts about something they've kept from public knowledge for hundreds of years."

Dean popped him on the back of the head as he told him, "We'll tell them the truth and they'll help us. They are noble and shit…" He stopped at the look Sam gave him and said, "What?" as he plopped down beside his little brother.

"So… the Indians are responsible for the curse that befell Franklin because of what they did to the Indian encampment?" Sam surmised.

"I would think so." Bobby piped up as he looked up from a book he was reading.

"So, we guilt them into helping us?" Sammy asked, making sure he was getting it straight.

"That's my boy…" Dean stated proudly before he glanced over at Bobby to add, "Smart ain't he?" He grinned as his thoughts strayed to the weird questions Sam had asked and what that meant Sam was thinking. Cause a guilty Sam was a sure reason for Dean to panic. His smile faded as his gaze once again centered on Sam.

Sam was staring at him like he expected him to answer something, which he had no idea about because he hadn't been listening. Crap! He thought silently. He suddenly felt like he was on a swinging bridge that he really needed to keep his balance on… because Sammy was counting on him to make it across. Dean frowned before he muttered, "What?"

"I said how about we go in there with the facts and see what they suggest." Sam stated in a tone that suggested he'd repeated the same thing more than once already.

"Yeah." Dean snorted before he stated sarcastically, "Right. They will throw us out on our lily white…"

"Dean." Bobby interrupted, "You just suggested the same thing not three minutes ago… Now, what else does it say about Franklin?"

Dean looked at Sam a couple of seconds longer as a lopsided grin slowly appeared before he focused on Bobby. "Well, it started out in 1853 as a pro slavery stronghold…"

"What does that even have to do with anything?" Sam asked with a confused tone in his voice.

"I don't know." Dean snapped aggravated, "That's just what it says. Maybe the fact that Lawrence and Franklin started out at the same time caught Dad's attention." He looked up to see Bobby and Sam's opinion of his idea and at the blank stares he sighed and continued talking, "Looks like they were doing really well in 1860 with around 2000 people living there. But the troubles started around the civil war. Franklin was pro slavery and Lawrence was not and they would raid each other's town and that went on back and forth throughout the war. Their Post Office shut down in 1867 and then it slowly died out when the railroad went through Lawrence instead of Franklin."

"Okay… then why did Dad and you think Franklin was affected by the Indian thing?" Sam posed the question with a frown.

"Because…" He drew out the word and then continued, "Throughout that entire time, from the very start of the town, even when building it there was bizarre deaths and weird things that didn't make sense. Dad, thinks with the Indian village vanishing and reappearing somehow pulled Franklin into its void, at least to some degree."

"Huh… you remembered all that from what you just read?" Bobby asked sounding surprised.

"Yeah, so." Dean snapped feeling picked on so he snapped, "I can read ya know and I'm even able to retain shit."

Sam couldn't help it, he laughed and as Dean glared daggers at him Sam said, "That's my boy."

Dean tilted his head to the side as he studied Sam.

Sam smirked as he said, "A smartass jerk 'til the end."

"bitch." Dean instantly retorted as he reached over and grabbed Sam in a headlock and prepared to use his head like a drum.

"Dean…" Sam whined and then he muttered, "headache."

"Shit!" Dean snapped as he instantly let go and grabbed Sam's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze as he asked, "You okay?"

Sam reached out and popped him on the back of the head and at Dean's shocked looked he laughed again.

A slow smile spread across Dean's face. It was nice to hear his little brother laugh. If he had anything to say about it they would have a lot more times like these. Well not like these, but happy times… just listening to his brother… being brothers and by God it wasn't too much to ask for.

Bobby watched the boys interaction and smiled for too brief a moment as he instantly remembered the shit storm they were currently in the middle of. Stay focused he reminded himself.

"So, what else does it say?" Bobby asked softly.

Dean instantly stilled, "Well, Dad had penciled in ideas on how to trap the demon. Something about special iron cuffs and finding the stone of Bermuda. He thinks the Indians still have it. But do you know…" Dean looked up at Bobby, "These cuffs, did he get them made?"

Bobby frowned as he chewed on his lower lip. He looked back towards the front of the room, towards where Pace had left them. "Maybe he gave them to Pace, they aren't at my place or at Castle and I know he wouldn't leave with Tayme. So if he made them, Pace would know." Bobby surmised.

"Okay… so Dad didn't talk to you about it?" Dean asked.

"No. Remember we had that falling out?" Bobby mentioned softly.

"Oh, yeah." Dean said before he snapped his fingers as if he remembered something. Then he walked around the table, shuffling through several pages before he pulled one out and showed them as he sat on the edge of the table.

"What?" Both Sam and Bobby said at the same time.

"Dad had this geometry looking shit but he has dates as to when he thought the town would reappear, the next time is…" Dean looked at his watch and then said, "A week and two days and 13 hours from now." He grinned as he laid the page down and slapped it with an open palm as he stood, It was coming together… a plan. "Finally…" he said softly but stopped as he watched Sam.

Sam looked away and stood as well before he turned and walked away. He didn't say anything and he didn't look back.

TBC