The second Dean was outside, he was hit with a blast of cold air. He reached in his pockets for his gloves only to realize he left them in the Impala. After checking that Sam wasn't looking out the window, because he didn't want his brother to think he was leaving, Dean walked to the car and retrieved his gloves.

Sitting on the porch, Dean was trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Sam had more demon blood in him. What Azazel did was just put a few drops in Sam's mouth. But Ruby, she injected her blood directly into Sam's vein, not once, not twice, but three times. Three fricking times! The first time, he couldn't blame Sam for, but the other two? God, how could he let her do that?

Dean could see the hurt in Sam's eyes before he walked outside, but he just couldn't stay inside the cabin. Not one when there was a chance he could hit his brother. Cause the anger Dean felt, knowing what Sam did, it was just like the anger he felt when he caught Sam using his powers, with Ruby right there, pushing him on. Hitting Sam wouldn't solve anything and violence wasn't the solution.

But was this all Sam's fault? That was a question Dean had to ask himself. He went and sold his soul. He died leaving Sam with Ruby. Some of the blame had to fall on him. It hurt Dean when he realized what his dad had done. He knew that his dad sold his soul so he could live. Then he went and did the same thing to Sam. On top of that Sam had to watch his brother get ripped to shreds right in front of him and there wasn't a damn thing he could do. And who ended up being there to help Sam deal with his grief and sorrow? Ruby. She played on the guilt that Sam must have been wallowing in to get him to do what she wanted. Dean decided that the very next chance he got that bitch was going down.

But that would have to wait because they weren't leaving the cabin until Sam was all healed up. Both physically and emotionally. If there was a place for your soul to heal, this cabin was it. It was one of the few places that Dean could feel completely safe and totally at ease. He knew the same was true for Sam. It could be all the protective sigils and wards that decorated the cabin, but more than likely, it was because of all the happy memories associated with the place.

Dean stayed outside until it started to snow. When the first flakes started falling, he decided that he'd been outside long enough. Grabbing a couple of the smaller area rugs, Dean carried them inside. He found Sam curled up on the sofa with a blanket covering him. Even if he wasn't in his bed, which was probably a lot more comfortable, at least he was resting. Noticing there was more than a slight chill in the air, Dean went and got the quilt and blanket off of Sam's bed and draped them over him. After grabbing the last of the rugs still outside, Dean lit a fire. In a short while, the cabin was feeling nice and toasty.

After pouring himself a cup of coffee, Dean sat down at the table. How on earth were they going to be able to take care of Ruby? Thanks to Bela, the colt was God knows where and Dean was pretty sure that Ruby wasn't going to hand over her knife to him anytime soon. So just what were they going to do?

oooooOOOOooooo

Sam woke up feeling hot; he was momentarily afraid his fever had returned. After a couple of seconds, he realized the heat was due to the mound of covers on top of him and the fire blazing in the fireplace. Slowly, he sat up, relieved that his head didn't hurt from the movement.

Dean noticed his brother was awake. "Hey, Sammy. How are you feeling?"

"Hot."

"Your fever?" You could hear the concern in Dean's voice.

"Blankets and quilt." Sam was touched that Dean had covered him up. With Dean, actions spoke louder than words. It had been that way since they were kids.

"Well, it was drafty in here."

"Thanks, Dean."

"You hungry?"

"Yeah."

"I made spaghetti and meatballs."

"Smells good," said Sam as he sat down at the table.

The food was good and the brothers dug in heartily. In a few minutes most of spaghetti was gone leaving Sam and Dean feeling full.

"Dean, thanks for doing all of this."

"It's no big deal."

"It is to me," said Sam. "Look Dean, I've been an ass lately."

"Sam..."

"Please, Dean, I need to say this."

"Okay."

"I've lied to you and snuck around with Ruby. I said things that were totally uncalled for. I just got you back and the thought of losing you again kills me. So I decided to do whatever I could to prevent that. The only thing is I didn't let you have a say in that."

"Cause you knew I'd say no," said Dean. "Sorry, no more interruptions."

"That's okay. Yeah, I know you would say no, but I thought I was keeping you safe. Plus..." Sam paused.

Plus what? thought Dean. He wanted to know what else there was, but waited for Sam to speak.

"Plus, I didn't want you to think of me as a freak."

"Sam, I don't think of you as a freak."

"You don't?" asked Sam. "Dean, I have the blood of not one, but two demons in me."

"Sam, you were a baby when Yellow Eyes bled in your mouth. That is not your fault. As for Ruby, well yeah, I'm not happy that you did that and I don't know if I'll ever completely understand why you would let her do that."

Sam looked a little crestfallen at Dean's admission, which his brother couldn't help, but notice.

"But I'm the one that left you. I left you and that gave Ruby the opportunity to swoop in."

"Ruby. What are we going to do about her?"

"That's the sixty-four thousand dollar question, isn't it?"

"I could call her."

"No way, Sammy."

"Dean..."

"No, Sam. We're not going to have any contact with Ruby," said Dean. "Not until we have a game plan. We need to figure out what her agenda is besides wanting Lilith dead.

"If I tried to talking to her..."

"Not gonna happen, Sammy." That felt way too much like using Sam as bait and there was no way that was going to happen. Not on Dean's watch.

Sam couldn't help, but feel lighter inside. Even though things weren't completely back to how they used to between he and Dean, they were slowly, but surely getting their brotherly relationship back on track. "Okay, Dean. I can wait until we come up with a good game plan which I'm sure we will."

"Yes, we will," Said Dean. "Now, how about we have some dessert."

"Dessert sounds good to me."

Ten minutes later found the brothers sitting in front of the fire, enjoying their dessert.

"Sammy, how do you manage to get chocolate all over you?" asked Dean.

"S'mores are messy, Dean," replied Sam. "How do you manage to not get chocolate on you?"

"I got skill, Sammy. I got skills."

More to Come

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