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Chapter 8

"I repeat what the fuck? Bobby? Sam?" Dean looked from Bobby to Sam then back to Bobby, still waiting for an explanation.

"Well, it seems your genius of a brother here got cold feet when he thought you might be bringing his soul back to slap in him. He might have freaked a little and tried to leave. I persuaded him to stay awhile." Bobby said smugly as he rocked back on his heels, glancing from Sam to Dean.

Sam glared at Bobby mutinously.

Dean looked disappointed as he directed his puppy dog eyes at Sam, "You were going to run, Sam?"

Sam's expression blanked as he told Dean, "You want Sammy back, but I have to deal with the fallout after… you of all people should know what that's like. What was it you called him? Emo boy… or a chick, always something along those lines. You think he's going to come back less Emo?" He jutted his chin out as a sign of stubbornness as he continued, "Besides he fucked up all the time. I don't do that now."

"The hell you don't." Dean snapped as reached out as if to choke Sam. "I will personally…"

Cas interrupted touching Dean's arm as he told him, "Perhaps that is not the best way to persuade him to your point of view?" Dean missed the arched eyebrow Cas had thrown in with his question because his attention was focused on Sam.

Bobby snorted as he thought the angel needed to learn when to shut up…

Dean turned on Cas glaring at him as he told him angrily, "You know what? I don't give a shit. I'll fix it without Sam. He can stay handcuffed to that fucking chair until I get what I want. I don't care. He…" Dean pointed at Sam, "doesn't get a vote. I'm the fucking judge, jury and mother fucking executioner…" With that said Dean stomped out of the house slamming the screen door back against the side of the house as he stormed out.

He stalked angrily towards the stacked cars and put his fist through the first window he came to. He ignored the pain and the blood. Damn he was pissed! Just one time he wanted it to be easy… apparently that was too much to ask. He didn't think he wanted too much, just a family; his family. Right now, that consisted of a soulless Sam that was primed to fight him every step of the way now that they might actually be getting close to getting Sammy back.

This was going to happen because there was no other option that Dean wanted to live with; that he would live with. Turning around he stormed back into the house, slamming the screen once again.

He marched up to Sam and stared down at him, waiting for him to look at him. Dean appeared to be oblivious of the blood running down from the huge gash across his knuckles to drip off his fingertips to the floor as he glared unblinking at Sam. His anger overrode any pain he may have felt.

Bobby went looking for the first aid kit as he cussed about the dumbass idjits with shit for brains.

When he got tired of waiting for Sam to look at him he leaned down and got almost nose to nose with him before saying in a deadly quiet voice that shook with rage, "I raised the body you're currently occupying and I have been in charge of my baby brother since I was four years old. I will do whatever I have to… to get his soul back in the body it belongs in and that buddy is the body handcuffed to the chair you're currently parked in. So you can either help me… or shut the fuck up until this is over. Those… are your only choices. You got me?" Then Dean raised back up to full height and started to step away.

"Dean get over here and let me fix that hand." Bobby demanded as he held out his hand for Dean to move over to him.

Cas stepped forward towards Dean. "I'll fix it." Taking Deans' hand he healed the gashes and cuts.

Bobby rolled his eyes and tossed the medical kit onto the couch, "You could have said something before I traipsed my ass all the way in there to get the thing and back."

Cas grinned at Bobby which caused Bobby to stare at him.

Dean turned back to look at Sam as he flexed his newly healed hand, "Sammy kept something of mine and I need it back, Sam."

Sam tilted his head to the side, confusion on his face as he watched Dean, trying to figure out what Dean was up to.

"So I need you to tell me where Sammy put my amulet." Dean chewed his bottom lip as he waited. God, should he cross everything he could think of to guarantee Sam still had it?

Sam eyebrows shot up as he told Dean flatly, "The one he gave you when you were kids, the same one you threw away?"

Dean flinched but he nodded anyway. Yes, he was guilty of stupidity on occasion and always lived to regret it. Like now.

Sam chuckled as he stated with a sarcastic tone complete with smirk, "Yeah that's just one of many memories I don't care to re-feel."

"Do you have the damn thing or not?" Dean snapped, his patience bouncing on a tight rope.

Sam clamped his lips shut as he leaned back. He was done talking. He would have crossed his arms across his chest out of stubbornness if he'd been uncuffed.

Dean took a step towards Sam, fists clenched only to be grabbed by Bobby.

"Calm down kid…" Dean glanced at Bobby and gave him a yeah-right look before returning his glare to Sam.

"Don't remember." Sam said and looked away.

Dean pulled in a slow breath as he marched over to Sam, narrowing his eyes, "If you won't work with me… you can fuckin' stay right where you are until I figure out where it is." And then Dean stormed out heading straight for the impala. Dean only knew of two places Sammy would hide it. The impala and their room at Bobby's. Unless he had it on his person. And if Sammy had it on him when he went into the pit, did Sam come out with it?

An hour later of furious searching, Dean had found nothing in the glove box or under the seats. He even pulled the bottom seat out in the back, checked the ashtrays and emptied the trunk. Not a damn thing… Dean muttered curses as he put everything back into the car. Slamming the trunk, he then paused to rub his hand across it in a silent apology to his baby. He just wanted something to be easy; for them, not the bad guy for once. I'm repeating myself he thought randomly. He bowed his head as he leaned back against his baby. Both hands ran through his hair a couple of times and then just stopped. He took in a ragged breath, and then dropped his hands. Winning… it was the only option. There was nothing else left. Pushing away from the impala he looked up at Bobby's house, to the window of the room that he and his Sammy had shared since they had met Bobby.

Walking quietly back into the house his eyes immediately searched out Sammy- Sam's. Sam was watching him as he approached the small group.

Dean spoke to Bobby and Cas ignoring Sam, "It wasn't in the impala."

"I could have told you that." Sam said with a slight smugness, which sent Dean straight to the 'shut up right the fuck now before I seriously do bodily fucking harm to you' look. "What do you want it for? Must have not meant all that much to you… You threw it away. Sammy retrieved it, you didn't. There for it's his and mine to do with what I want."

Dean lunged and grabbed Sam with both hands by his collar and shook him, "Wrong you little fucker! Sammy retrieved it. It was Sammy's to do what he wanted with it. He would have kept it. The question is did you?"

Sam shrugged before he told Dean trying to sound indifferent, "If you're that desperate to have it, it's linked to getting Sammy's soul somehow, so you figure it out. You're the one that wants the amulet and Sammy's soul. Oh, and let's not forget precious emo-chick-flicky little Sammy himself." He finished sounding a little angry himself. What made Sammy so much better than him? A soul? If that soul was so great how come it took over a year for someone to miss the damn thing? "If Sammy was so great how come it took a year for anyone to realize he wasn't around?" Sam questioned in a voice filled with disdain.

"You little son of a…" Dean stopped, taking a deep breath he continued, " I knew within a few days of being around you. You just didn't let me around sooner cause you knew that I would know immediately something was off. You kept me away." Dean snarled as he pushed away from Sam, causing him to rock back on two legs before setting back down on all fours. Dean gritted his teeth then said in a growl through his clenched jaw, "If I didn't need you…" Dean cleared his throat as he turned and stormed upstairs. That little bastard. As he got to their room he realized how long it had been since the two of them, he and his Sammy had been together at Bobby's.

He rubbed at his eyes as he opened the door and walked in. He stopped and stared as dust swirled from him opening the door. It looked like Bobby hadn't been in here either. Dean started with the dresser, he found one of his pocket knifes he'd been looking for in the bottom drawer under some loose socks, but not what he needed in his or Sammy's drawers. He checked the closet, even under the beds.

He sat down on Sammy's bed as he muttered, "You gotta give me something to work with here, Sammy." Running a hand through his hair he glanced at the night stand they shared and his hand froze. Sammy used to leave him 'Are you still mad at me' notes in the drawer when they were kids. Even sometimes as grownups on occasion. His hand slowly snaked out to grab the drawer pulley. Looking heavenward he breathed out a soft, "Please, God." Pulling out the drawer, Dean almost sobbed at the envelope with just his name on the front in Sammy's handwriting. He was unsure of how much time passed before he got up the courage to open it. It took even more time for him to open up the folded paper and read it.

D,

I'm hoping you went after your apple pie life and you never need to see or read this. Unfortunately with our track record…

If you're reading this… I just want you to know that I love you. I'm guessing we succeed in our mission. Because if I get out you won't get a chance to read this, I'll come back and get rid of it.

And I have a confession, this time it's nothing bad though, I went back for the amulet. Not immediately… a couple months later. One of those times we were close enough to that town that you wouldn't notice me gone. Luckily, the clerk had kept it. Had to pay him a couple hundred for it, but it was worth it. Dean, I know you felt that the heaven thing was the final betrayal and sent you on that destructive path that almost made me loose you again.

But, D… My heaven would have included you… hell, you would have been 'my mom memory.' At the very least there would have been something of Jess, you know? It was just another way for them to separate us and it worked. But, I couldn't let it stand. I'm going to be selfish and take it with me tomorrow when we go to face Lucifer. That way I will have a piece of us with me. A symbol of our brotherhood. Corny, chicky-feely… I know and I don't care.

Love ya big brother,

Sammy

Dean didn't even realize he was crying until he heard someone doing just that and realized he was the one that was bawling like a baby. Only Sammy had the power to do that to him without even being around. He muttered, swiping at his eyes with his sleeve, "Thanks bitch." as he folded the letter and put it in his wallet and put the envelope back in the drawer. Taking some deep breaths he reigned in his emotions and got back on task. Standing up he marched straight back down to the living room.

As Dean walked in Sam arched an eyebrow and asked, "Any luck?"

Dean walked over and slugged Sam in the jaw, then stepped back as Sam spit blood out of his mouth and onto to the floor.

Bobby snapped angrily, "You're cleaning that up Sam."

"Sure thing, Bobby." Sam said with a smile directed at Bobby, "I'll get right on that… just as soon as you untie me."

"Actually a snowball has a better chance of surviving in hell… than you do of getting out of that chair." Dean snapped at the little shit. It was a good thing he loved Sammy so much, because if he didn't need soulless Sam, he'd be a dead Sam.

Sam smiled once again as he focused his gaze on Dean. Dean's response was he lost his temper, slugging him a couple more times.

Bobby grabbed him, stopping him as he told him quietly, "Dean, he needs to be alive for Sammy to come back to."

Dean jerked his arm free but stopped as he said quietly, "Sorry, Bobby." Then he grabbed Sam by both sides of his collar again and shook him hard enough that his teeth clanked together.

"Where's my sorry?" Sam asked, trying to piss off Dean.

Dean let go of his collar with one hand long enough to smack him in the forehead as he told him with a growl, "Knock it off you little shit."

Sam sighed as he thought he may not be Sammy but he still knew when to stop pushing Dean… and that was now. "He had it when he jumped in the pit. I had it when I got out."

"I know that. Do you still have it?" Dean asked, loosing his grip a little as he stopped shaking him to listen to what he had to say.

"Honestly?" Sam asked sounding weary as he looked down and then back into Dean's eyes..

"That would be nice." Dean stated sarcastically, thinking he gets one more chance to tell me the truth and if he doesn't, all bets are off. I may kill him… he can always be brought back, he thought distractedly.

TBC