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"Dean?" Sam stepped closer to his brother, an angry look on his face. "Were you reading my journal?"

"I...no, well I..."Dean started to stammer, and realized how pathetic he sounded. "Look man, I'm sorry-"

"You were going through my things?!" Sam's voice got darker. "I thought that we respected each other's privacy. That we didn't go searching through each other's stuff!"

"I know man, and I'm sorry but-"

"You've said that already." Sam stared darkly at him. "Find anything interesting to read?" He asked, his voice dripping with sacrasim. Dean winced at his tone.

"Yeah," he said, surprising himself. "I did." He looked at the journal. "Why didn't you tell me I died on that Wednesday? When the trickster was having me die over and over on that Tuesday?"

Sam lowered his gaze a bit.

"And why didn't you tell me about Uriel threatening you? Or all that rage you've been feeling?" Dean continued and Sam's eyes widned.

"I can't believe this! I caught you reading my journal and now you're trying to make me the bad guy?!" He shook his head. "Unbelievable, Dean. Unbelievable.."

"Look, I'm sorry all right?!" Dean's voice snapped. "Look man....seriously, I didn't mean to read it. It's just you've been so damned secretive lately and I've been worried about you-"

"About me what? Becoming a monster?!" Sam's voice rose to a dull roar.

"Yes! No! I don't know!" Dean finally respsonded in an expastered tone. "I just wanted to help you, to understand what you've been going through, but you don't let me in! You don't tell me anything!"

"And what about you?!" Sam shot back. "You haven't exactly been honest with me Dean."

"What?" Dean lookd stunned for a moment.

"About hell, Dean. Uriel also told me to ask you about hell. About what you dream at night. You said you didn't remember it, and I found out from an Angel that you're lying to me," Sam's voice shook.

"It's not like you haven't lied to me," Dean snarled back in anger and self defense.

"Yeah, but at least I don't go snooping around your things!" Sam roared. "At least I respect your privacy! I thought we had an understanding that we don't go through each other's things! Journals are private for a reason."

His voice was shaking as he spoke.

He turned his back and headed towards the door.

"Sam, where are you going?" Dean's voice was depserate now and Sam shook his head.

Sam turned around.

"How can I live with someone I can't trust?" He asked and Dean stared at him.

"That's funny Sam, coming from you. You haven't exactly been trustworthy lately."

Sam winced at that remark.

"Yeah," he said grimly. "Maybe we should give each other some space. Maybe we're better off alone."

"Sammy..."Dean's voice trailed off. "Please, I'm sorry all right? I just wanted to help you...to understand what you're going through."

"But you can't understand," Sam said, shaking his head. "Because you're not me." He sighed. "Look, I don't mean it's forever, okay? Maybe we just need...a break from each other."

Dean shook his head.

"You don't mean that." He didn't believe it. Were they really seperating? Sam looked at him sadly in the eyes.

"Yeah," he said softly. "I do." He grabbed his bags and the journal from Dean's hand and walked out the door before Dean could stop him.

Dean stood there for a few minutes, while blinking. One thought was going through his head.

What the hell just happened?

Short, but it's setting up the plot some more, and at least it's updated! :)