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NOTE#1: This is a result of an offering to continue where T.L. Arens' left off in Ugly Truth. So this is the continuation of that great little one shot.

NOTE#2: Thanks for the smiles and the reviews, cold kagome! This time I need to thank you for your review of Ugly Truth Continued, Chap 2. T.L. Arens, thanks for the review of Kiss of an Angel as well as thanks for the reviews of the first 2 chaps! T.L. Arens, enjoy! Thanks for favs and alerts as well everyone. And thanks to Val for the request and the brainstorming on one the upcoming stories in the works!

NOTE#3: I promised this out to today, T.L., so here it is. Hopefully, not too many mistakes. Stupid migraines!

Chapter 3

Dean woke up slowly, pushing himself up off the seat, wondering at the view. Last thing he recalled was standing by the impala. Why then was the car moving and why the fuck wasn't he driving? Because he would know the purr of the impala's engine anywhere… eyes closed, whatever. So, again why was he in the backseat? This wasn't the position he normally found himself in when he rode in his own car; staring at the back of the driver's head. He suddenly recognized exactly who was driving his baby.

"Cas, what the fuck are you doing? What did you do to me?" Dean asked, leaning over the seat to glare at Cas.

"I'm taking you back to the motel. It would be the logical place to start on your quest." Cas said not looking from the road.

"So you thought you had to whammy me?" Dean asked angrily, smacking the back of the seat beside Cas. "You couldn't just tell me? I would have gone." he finished indignantly.

Cas got that look on his face like he didn't believe him. "I had some things to do before you woke…" looking in the rearview mirror to locate Dean. "I called Bobby."

"Why?" Dean asked, his head still feeling a little foggy.

"Because you were about to murder yourself, he needed to know you didn't succeed." Cas said bluntly.

"Suicide, Cas, not murder." Dean said with a snort while he motioned with his hand as he demanded for Cas to "Pull over."

"You are wrong." Cas stated as he pulled over to the side of the road. "What you planned is murder."

Dean frowned as he stated again to clarify his previous intentions, "Cas, I would have killed myself. No one else was around."

"See," Cas turned around in the seat to stare unblinking at Dean, "Kill yourself; murder."

Dean shook his head; it was pointless to argue with Cas when he got an idea stuck in his head. He swung open his door and climbed out, closing it behind him. Leaning back against it he closed his eyes as a sigh escaped.

What Cas was suggesting they do was most likely a lost cause. That amulet, since he'd thrown it away after that god-awful trip to heaven; courtesy of Roy and Walt, had probably gone straight to a landfill. But if it did, how did they get Sam's soul into it? Maybe somebody cleaning the rooms kept it? Dean snorted, Like a Winchester ever got off that easy. He pushed himself off the car and opened the driver's door.

"Out, Cas." Dean ordered, jerking his thumb over his shoulder as he leaned down so he could see Cas.

Cas sat there looking like he was about to throw a tantrum, "I like to drive. Why don't you ever let me?" Cas asked as he pouted, instead of getting out he scooted across the seat, still managing to stare questioningly at Dean.

"No… Just like if I had told you no in the first place when you asked for my amulet, none of this would have happened… oh, wait a minute." The sarcasm biting through as Dean clamored in behind the wheel. "I did tell you no. But that was not an answer you wanted, was it Cas?" Dean growled. Dean knew it wasn't entirely Cas' fault, he hadn't told Dean to throw it away. Just that it was useless junk at a time when he was already vulnerable.

So Dean had acted foolishly and it may have cost Sammy his soul. Ok, that was a little dramatic, Dean thought. Sammy throwing himself in the pit had cost him his soul. Logically Dean knew this. But, Dean did believe the amulet was a contributing factor because each one of them had been throwing their relationship away a little piece at a time since Cold Oak. There were so many what ifs that could be their reality; that his head could explode if he let himself analyze everything. Dean shook his head sadly as he closed his door.

He silently slid the car into to gear and let her growl as he revved the engine. Yeah, his car was a comfort right now as he slid his hands caressingly along the wheel much like Cas had earlier. She spit gravel as he put his foot heavily on the gas.

He scrubbed at his face as he asked Cas, "Did they say where to find the amulet? Is it near the motel? Does an employee have it? Is that why…" Dean was nervously fidgeting as he looked straight ahead.

"I do not know, Dean." Cas said interrupted quietly, looking in front of them as well.

"I thought angels were all knowing?" Dean said with another healthy dose of sarcasm.

Cas actually sighed before saying, "I know what God chooses me to know."

"Huh." Dean said with an eyebrow flicker, "So, you don't know anything then?" Dean asked with a slight grin as he glanced at Cas.

Cas opened his mouth as he started to reply, then slammed his mouth shut and turned to stare at Dean. Then after a few seconds he asked with a tilt of his head, "Is that an attempt at humor?"

Dean shook his head to the negative as he stated firmly, "No that was humor."

With that statement Dean leaned over to turn the radio on, and starting the cassette already in, he didn't care what it was. Most of his tapes he could listen to when he needed to calm down, like now, now was a perfect example and it didn't matter which one it was.

Yeah, he knew he was teasing Cas because his other choice was to breakdown and bawl like a baby. If nothing else that was something Dean really did try to avoid, all Winchester men avoided emotion spillage, when they could. Well, except Sammy, that is what made him the person that Dean was now trying so desperately to recover. Everything seemed so hopeless, it was so reminiscent of the years leading up to Sam's dunk in the pit, that he made it hard to breathe.

It was probably some angel's idea of a joke to place Sam's soul in the amulet of all things. The amulet… God, he'd been so angry when he threw it away in that stupid motel. He'd had everything he thought he knew for certain, ripped away that day. So, yeah he'd been a little pissed.

"Dean." Cas said snapping his fingers in Dean's face, trying to get his attention.

"What Cas?" Dean asked distracted, still staring straight ahead.

"You want to stop for tonight? So you can rest?" Cas asked, sounding concerned for Dean.

"Uh, no." Dean glared at him, "You zapped me out for hours, Cas. I'll rest when this is over." Dean said wearily, fingers tightening on the wheel.

"Dean, I think that is not a good plan. You don't know how long we will be on this quest. You can't just not sleep." Cas stated, with a hint of frustration creeping into his voice.

"Why not, Sam does… you know… not sleep." Dean stated in an argumentative tone.

"Yes well, he is soulless, you are not." Cas fired back quickly.

"Exactly Cas. That's why this needs fixed." Dean stated firmly.

"You are a confusing man, Dean Winchester."

"Thanks, Cas. I mean that from the bottom of my heart." Dean said with a smirk as he placed a hand over his heart.

"Why the bottom?" Cas began as he thought to himself he still had a lot to learn. Like why from the bottom and not the top, or the middle even? He frowned as he wondered why it would matter what part of the heart it came from anyway.

"See Cas, right there. The constant questions, the innocence… that was Sammy. I want him back, whole. I need it just as much as he does… maybe more." Dean said huskily, trying to reign in his emotions as he continued with what he wanted to say. "Because frankly Sam would be fine to continue as is. But Cas… I can't. He's all I'm hanging onto. And Dude, it's only by a thread…and that thread, it's unraveling a little more each second. Getting Sammy back is the only goal I have." Dean looked at Cas with sorrowful eyes. His eyes turning a mossy green in his honesty, as he told Cas, "I want Sammy back like it was before heaven and hell decided to fuck us over. I want us back."

Cas' lips flattened in a straight line before he nodded, blinking slowly as he told Dean, "Then I will help you fix this." Cas sighed before he said, "I can't guarantee it will turn to pre-heaven and hell fuc…"

Shocked, Dean interrupted, "Cas!"

"What Dean?" Cas asked innocently, blinking wide eyed at Dean.

Dean grinned, shaking his head, "Nothing Cas… never mind."

TBC