DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE… never ever never… just raiding the K's sandbox…

NOTE: I know it has been a LONG time since I posted a chapter. This story has been a part of a very hard year for me. I appreciate the patience of saints that you all have shown me. I was diagnosed this Feb with Lupus. The first in my family to be diagnosed actually… yeah me. I will be posting this as I head out of the door for the great state of Iowa.. I will be there until the 15th. Then 2 weeks to take care of the gkids. So I probably won't get the next chapter posted until June. Anywho. Here is my chapter. Thank you all so much for the continued support and reviews. As well as the likes and faves!

Chapter 20

Lucifer charged Sam and with a roar took him to the ground in a tumble out the door and onto the street tangling legs and arms. It ended in a cloud of dust with Lucifer sitting on Sam's chest and grinning down at him.

"What a surprise. I win. You ready to cry uncle?" Lucifer said, smirking at the look of anger on Sam's face.

Sam stared sullenly back at him.

"So, Sammyboy, when exactly is little brother supposed to get saved by the big bad Dean?" Lucifer looked around before focusing back on him.

Lucifer laughed at the raspy, "Go frack yourself." that came from Sam.

Lucifer raised and eyebrow and blinked before he said, "Really? Battlestar Gallactica, who would of guessed…"

Meanwhile Dean angrily rechecked everything he needed with him for the 100th time it seemed to him. He was pissed off at everyone and it was going to feel good to beat the shit out of something. Namely Lucifer, maybe Sam.

He turned to the chief who gave him a slight nod. Dean wasn't waiting any longer for Cas to come back, he was going in. Dean snorted at the electric snap and appearance of Cas. Great time for Cas to show up, a sarcastic voice in his head muttered.

Dean glared at Cas as he growled, "You and me…" he pointed from Cas to himself and back again, "When this is over. I'm going explain some things to you. AGAIN."

Cas just gave him that familiar look that always showed so clearly that he didn't understand why Dean was so angry. "Are you ready for me to take you to your brother?" he asked in that calm voice he seemed to almost always use.

Dean snapped, "Too late. I don't need you." He stormed off through the barrier only noticing a slight tingling sensation as he passed though it.

At nearly the same time Sam fell to his knees as he labored to catch his breath. It was a good thing Dean couldn't see him now. He chuckled as he glanced back at Lucifer who had laid himself out on the cot and was holding his side with his free hand even though he was currently unconscious.

Sam wondered how long it would take Dean to figure out he wasn't coming back. And just how many years after that would it take Dean to forgive him?

Dean immediately noticed the silence as he cautiously made his way down towards the heart of the town. He thought it was supposed to be full of people like in the westerns. He came to a stop in the empty street in front of the saloon. Looking around he saw the sun glinting off something in the dirt. Squatting down he automatically reached out to snatch the shimmering object off the ground. He clinched it tightly as he looked around again. The zippo was Sams'. One he'd given Sam on his 16th birthday and one he'd return after he got him back. When Dean finally found his little brother he was sitting in a jail cell floor, bloody and still. In the same cell as Lucifer, laying unmoving on a cot in the corner.

Sammy looked up startled at Dean screaming his name. His expression soon changed to one of confusion.

In seconds, Dean was knelt beside him lifting his face gently to look him over. "Kid, you dumbshit."

"What? How are you here?" Sam asked haltingly. Trying to breathe past the cutting pain in his ribs.

Dean started pulling him into a standing position, "We have to go. We'll talk about stupidity later." Dean chose to ignore the gasp from Sam as he grabbed his side.

Sam let Dean pull him into a standing position and even pull him a few steps, but when they were at the door to the cell he told his brother, "I'm good."

Dean gave him a glare that clearly showed he didn't believe him. He silently let go and walked out of the cell. Hearing no following footsteps he turned in time to see the door to the cell slam shut and be locked by Sam.

Dean roared in rage as he lunged at Sam grabbing for the keys through the bars. Apparently the little shit was not as hurt as he pretended to be. Dean's mind supplied

through the intense red haze that instantly covered everything.

Sam held the keys out of reach as he said softly, "No. just go." It took him a few minutes to get his breathing under control.

"How bad did you hit your head? You know better. We both go or we both stay." Dean stated as he looked around and then pulled a chair over. He sat down as he folded his arms across his chest. As he crossed his legs at the ankles he looked for all the world like he was settling in for the long haul.

"Dean." Sam growled in frustration.

"Sam." Dean responded coldly.

"We don't have time for this shit." Sam snapped.

"I know." Dean replied flatly.

"Look. Now is your chance. You've spent your life trying to keep track of me. Trying to keep me from fucking everything up. You weren't able to. That's not on you, man. It's on me. So go… settle down…" Sam stepped closer as he tried to talk Dean into leaving.

"And what… forget that I left my brother in a jail cell with the devil?" Dean said with a smirk. Man, he must have lost some common sense somewhere along the way to the cell he was currently locked in.

"Better than having someone around you can't trust to have your back." Sam snapped back in frustration. He should have known Dean wouldn't let him do this.

Dean moved so quickly he was a blur, he had Sam by the throat before he could move out of reach. "I fucked up, okay! Man!" He gave Sam a shake. "I was jealous of you choosing that skank demon over me… Me… Man, I've revolved everything around you and … and you didn't do the same. Now give me those keys before I knock your ass out and take them from you."

"No." Sam said stubbornly as he jerked away from Dean and took a step back.

"Sammy." Dean's tone promised retribution that Sam wouldn't want to be around for.

"Dean… please. Just let me do this for you." Sam begged.

"I don't want this!" Dean screamed at him in frustration.

"Dean you didn't see your face in that hospital parking lot. You've…"

Dean rubbed his face trying to control his rage. "See… you weren't the only one to fuck up."

"Dean you were right to say what you did. It's okay to feel the way you do. You don't have to try to make up for it now." Sam tried to reassure him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Dean asked confused.

"Dean. I am a monster. But you don't have to kill me. You don't deserve the guilt that would come later. Walk away. Guilt free and I'll end this." Sam stated matter a factly.

"I don't want to kill you. Beat you to a bloody fucking pulp but not kill you… You idiot, where do you come up with this shit?" Dean asked resting his arms on the bars as he stared at Sam.

Sam tilted his head to the side as he studied Dean, "You're going to deny making that call?"

"That call?" Dean echoed.

"The call. I was… I changed my mind until you called. Then there wasn't a reason to. I still don't understand while you haven't killed me yet." Sam voice shook at little before he let his voice fade as he finished the last sentence. "Why you're fighting me now."

Dean blinked a couple of times before he straightened up… Sam sounded genuinely confused. They both startled at Lucifer's laughter.

"Shut up, dick… this doesn't concern you." Dean growled not even looking Lucifer's way.

Lucifer smiled as he said, "This is priceless. I'm going to be here for eternity with my boys."

"We aren't your…" Dean snapped

"Winchester, you were played… both of you. You walked right into it. Sammy boy never got your message. The heart to heart, we're brothers speech. He never heard it… did you?" He laughed at their expressions.

"Sammy?" Dean whispered.

A tear ran down Sammy's cheek as he looked at Dean.

"Awh, Sammy… I…" Dean knew they had a lot to fix… that HE had a lot to fix. But first things first. Getting Sammy away from Lucifer.

Lucifer laughed again, "Dean forgave everything. He told you he just wanted his brother. Imagine his confusion when you went ahead and let me out anyway… I mean he laid his heart out in the open and to him you stomped all over it and he still came after you… talk about a glutton for punishment."

"Dean." Sammy whispered as he moved forward.

Lucifer growled as he raised a hand, "Not just yet, Sammyboy."

Sammy was immediately on his knees head bowed as he clutched at his stomach. He moaned as he tried to lift his head. He had to make Dean leave. It was okay. His brother didn't hate him.

Dean was on his knees reaching as far as he could into the cell, "Sammy, toss me the keys."

Sammy went down on his side as he tried to move his hand, to give Dean what he wanted.

"Sammy just hang on." Dean looked at Lucifer, "Do you think that's all I got…" He started chanting the spell to stop Lucifer in his tracks.

Lucifer roared in rage and let go of Sammy.

He raised his hand and Dean flew backward into the wall only to be pulled forward and slammed into it again, landing into an unconscious heap on the floor.

Sam stood stunned as he struggled to figure out the two growing red spots on Dean's back. Looking up he didn't see anything to cause the rapidly spreading blood,

"NO!" Sammy screamed as he lunged forward and with his hands shaking tried to unlock the cell door.

Lucifer laughed as he said softly, "Sammy you belong here… with me. You know that."

Sammy looked over his shoulder, "But Dean doesn't." The door swung open and he stepped through. He slammed it shut and locked it. He needed time to get Dean to the edge of town.

"Try running… you won't get far. You won't make it out and I'm going to enjoy killing Dean in front of you… again… and again… and again."

"Dean?" Sammy rested his hand gently on Dean's back as Dean moaned as he muttered, "I hate that kind of déjà vu."

"What?" Sam asked leaning closer.

Dean groaned as his hand headed towards his head.

TBC