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Beneath my Skin

Gordon passed out side the roadhouse stopping every now and then to take a look at it, wondering if the information he had was good enough and that he wouldn't get his ass shot again.

He looked up at it once more and sighed, he took a deep breath, silently scolding himself that he was acting like a coward. He stamped his foot and headed for the door.

"You ok Sammy?" Dean questioned, using the word Sammy in hopes of getting some sort of reaction, instead all he got was a quick gaze, nothing that would say any sort of emotion,. Dean sighed to himself and turned his head to his dad, who was sat at his side watching Sam with worried eyes.

"Im fine Dean, I really would wish you would stop asking me, and how many more times do I have to tell you the fucking name is Sam, jeez is it really that hard" Sam shouted before pushing himself away from the table, his chair tipping back, hitting the floor with a resounding thud.

Dean watched with an open mouth as Sam stormed from the room, heading towards the back of the roadhouse, he turned his head towards his father, he had never seen his brother so angry before, but what was scaring him the most was the way his brother didn't even look as if he meant it. He had looked so sad and alone and it broke his heart, he wished that Sam would vent more often, that he would some how let them no how he was feeling, but up until then he had said nothing, and that little out burst was the only show of emotion that clearing said im not all right.

"I just wish he would talk to us" Dean said his voice showing how tired he was, his voice showing how he wished this whole thing was over, and that they were all a family again.

"I know son, and he will, we just need to give him some time" Dean nodded his head, he wanted to agree with his father, but he couldn't help but think if they didn't do something, didn't try and reach Sam then he was going to go and do something stupid, that something was going to happen, that was going to shake everything up even more then it already was.

Max stifled a yawn and ran her hand over her face, her eyes landing onto Ellen who was busy wiping down the bar, she smiled over at her and pulled her hair into a bun.

"Hey Ellen" She called over to her, her eyes twinkling glad that Ellen hadn't blamed her for the information about her husbands death, glad that her and John were able to talk, and that she didn't hold any grudges towards him, in fact she had told him he had done the right thing.

Max turned her head and her eyes landed onto Dean who was busy staring worried eyes onto Sam, she ducked her head cursing herself, when she found herself blushing, when she remembered what had happened the night before. When Dean had comforted her, when she had cried and he had held her, she would never forget how he had swallowed his male ego, and did something that he wouldn't have normally done, and for that she was truly grateful

She frowned and snapped her head up when she heard Sam raise his voice, it had been the first time in a day she had heard his voice, and it was the first time she had ever heard him raise his voice, so when she looked up and saw him yelling at his brother, she frowned even more.

She moved to the left slightly only just avoiding the oncoming Sam, who if she hadn't moved would have surly knocked her flat on her ass, hunter or not she still was small, and someone like Sam walking into her, would not be good.

She walked over to the table and picked up the chair that he had just knocked over before seating herself into it, she placed her hand onto her chin and looked over at the two remaining Winchester men, who in fact looked about as bad as Sam felt.. she knew that the last couple of months were Finlay catching up to them, and that they were all tired and scared, all of them thinking what if, but it was only her who had seen what Sam could and would do if he turned evil.

"Look I know he's your brother and all but he really needs to get over this self imposed im could turn evil and kill all my family shit" Dean's eyes widened and he turned his gaze onto Max a witty remark already, but one stern look from Max it died on the tip of his tongue.

"Dean I mean it ok, he needs to get over it he needs to stop seconded guessing himself because if he doesn't then he will turn evil, and someone needs to talk to him."

John placed his hand onto his sons shoulder stopping him from jumping to the defence of his younger brother.

"She's right Dean" Dean sighed and nodded his head his anger with the women in front of him deflating.

"Yea I know. Ill go talk to him" John once again placed his hand onto his shoulder and shook his head.

"Ill go, I think it's about time that we had another chat" Dean went to protest, knowing that the mood Sam was in there was going to be a down right brawl. Then he smiled nodding his head, he had only just been thinking of ways to get Sam to let out his frustrations and sending in John was the perfect way, what other way to get Sam to yell, or whatever he needed to do then send in the man that he always fought with.

The door to the roadhouse opened and every single pair of eyes turned around, eyeing the new comer with interest, each of them thinking is this friend or foe.

Dean was the first one to see who it was and quickly reached across the table stopping Max from reaching the gun, he moved around the table and pulled her to his body, fighting the urge to grab his own gun.

"I have information" Gordon quickly informed holding up his hands

"Spill" John spoke coming over to join them, Gordon looked over at him, and could see the anger in his eyes.

"I know how to kill the demon, and where its going to be next"

Sam listed to the conversation from his position in the door way his body obscured by the shadows, he listened with interest as Gordon informed his family, that the only way to kill the demon was through him. He slipped back into his room and quickly headed over to his bag, and grabbing some cloths and his weapons snuck out of his window, missing the black mist that erupted from Gordon's mouth, or the bullet that tore through his head, and Max lowering her gun.

Max looked down at the body in front of her and allowed her gun to drop to the fall, she barely looked at the body before turning and running over to the room where Sam was meant to be staying in.

"Max" She felt Dean stop at her side and she turned her head.

"He's gone, we need to find him, if he heard what Gordon said which im thinking he did, then he's going to walk right into the trap" Dean nodded his head and scanned the room, his eyes taking in every single piece hoping to find some clue.

"We need to go we might be able to head him of" Dean said and Max nodded her head in agreement.

"John you should stay here" John nodded and watched as Max and Dean left the roadhouse.

Sam hefted his bag further onto his shoulder, his eyes taking in his surroundings, he came to a stop and leant himself against a wall, he could feel the demon, he was close, he wasn't going to carry on playing the games, the demon wanted him the demon was going to have to come and get him.

Sam felt his body being lifted flung across the dirt, his body landing with a thud as his head connected with the floor, he groaned in pain, his hand coming up to his head only to find blood covering his hand.

He was once again lifted up, this time he felt pressure around his throat and his hand came up to desperately claw at his invisible attacker, he desperately tried to get in oxygen, oxygen that he wasn't getting, his eyes drifted closed, his body becoming slack, before he was once again dropped to the floor.

"I always thought you would have put up more of a fight" Sam opened his eyes weakly, his eyes landing onto a black figure, his eyes drifted closed once again, before he managed to open them, to look fully at his attacker.

"Hello Sam, your finally home"