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"What?" Ok, so Dean had something different totally different in his head, but for some reason his brain wasn't on speaking terms with his mouth, what was it Doctor Phil said life imitating art or something?

"You heard me, Dean, I want you to leave." Sam spoke, not looking at Dean, as he crossed the room to his bed.

"Sam, I don't know why you are saying that, but there is no way I'm leaving – look at you man, you are in no shape to be left alone" Dean said his voice sounding a little more tense than he would like.

At this his brother looked up at him, Sam's face gave nothing away and Dean swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat.

"Look Dean, I don't know why you came." Sam's voice bared no resemblance to the kid brother who had walked into the bathroom a few minutes before.

"You asked me to come Sam, that's why I'm here." Dean shouted, and at that moment all he could think of was, what was the deal with my mouth today? He watched as his brother flinched, the first real show of emotion since he had emerged from the shower.

"Well I'm sorry. I should have never called you, I don't need you here and I don't want you here." Sam shouted, suddenly moving away from the bed and picking up Dean's duffle, and throwing in the few bits that his brother had taken from the bag. He strode towards his brother and slammed the bag into Dean's chest. Looking his brother dead in the eye, Sam put the final nail in Dean's heart.

"Get out, I don't want you here." Without waiting for his brother's response Sam walked away, moving back to the bed, he sat on the side, his back to his brother shutting him out.

Dean didn't know what was going on, he hadn't seen this coming, but then he remembered the look on Sam's face when he saw him arrive. Dean felt the air leave his body, this wasn't an emotional outburst by his brother, this was him finally speaking the truth. Well if his brother didn't want him here then he wasn't about to stay where he was not wanted.

"You know what Sam, you're right, I made a mistake coming here." He shouted. Seeing only his brothers back and not getting any response Dean turned and walked out the door, slamming it behind him in the process.

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Sam knew he couldn't hold out much longer, if Dean didn't leave soon he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold it together. As he moved away from his brother, the tears started to fall and unable to remain standing he sank onto the side of the bed, his back to his brother. Listening as his brother told him he had made a mistake in coming here, had broken his heart, and Sam honestly didn't believe that anyone could withstand the amount of pain he had felt tonight.

Hearing his brother slamming the door was the final straw, Sam slipped from the bed and onto the floor sobbing, he was alone again. He had lost everything tonight, the women he loved, the life he had wanted all along and the family that he loved more than they would ever realise.

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Dean strode towards the Impala; opening the trunk he flung his duffle in, slamming it down he moved to get behind the wheel. If his brother didn't want him here that was fine. His Dad was missing and he needed him, he had offered Sam his help and he had thrown it back into his face, well that was just fine. Starting the engine, Dean put the car into gear and sped off, leaving his brother behind him.

As he drove, he began replaying the nights events over in his head. If Sam didn't want him here then why did he ask him to come, why did he even answer his phone? He would have known it was Dean, would have seen his name pop up on caller id, so why didn't Sam just cut the call?

Dean hadn't thought that it was possible for words to hurt so much, but when Sam said that he didn't need him and that he never should have called him…….wait a minute, his brother hadn't called him, he had called Sam to tell him about his father. Why did his brother think that he called him? Taking a deep breath, he ran his hand over his face, Sam had seemed to accept his help when he first arrived so what changed in the last few minutes. A bad feeling came over Dean, and before he even realised what was going on, the Impala was heading back towards the motel, back to his brother.

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Pulling back up in front of the motel, slowly switched off the engine. He sat in the car for a little while trying to figure out what was going on, going back over everything he came to only one conclusion; Sam was trying to push him away. Now he only had one thing to do, he needed to know why; otherwise he wasn't going to be able to help Sam. Letting out a sigh, he opened the car door while muttering to himself.

"Oh Sammy, always looking for the chick flick moments."

He hesitated as he approached the door, deciding that there was nothing that Sam could say to him that would make him leave, and he was not going to let this go until he knew what was going on with his brother. He knew that seeing his girlfriend being killed had been a traumatic event for his brother, but something had happened between the time they arrived at the motel and when Sam came out of the bathroom, something that had Sam lash out at him. Opening the door, Dean looked around in confusion as he realised that the room was empty.

Starting to panic, he scanned the room for his brother, seeing the bathroom door was open he went to it but Sam was not there. He took out his phone, ready to try and call his brother, when a muffled sob had him turning around. Not able to believe what he was seeing, he saw his little brother, sitting on the floor beside the bed, his head on his knees, which were drawn to his chest.

Crossing the room as quickly as he could, he knelt beside Sam. It looked as though his brother didn't even realise that anyone in the room and not wanting to startle his brother, Dean called out to him in a soft voice.

"Sammy, it's ok." Dean slowly put a hand on his shoulder and watched as Sam recoiled away from him. Looking up at his brother with a confused look on his face, Sam suddenly reached up and grabbed Dean in tight bear hug and began to cry whole heartily. Knowing that his brother needed reassurance and comfort now, Dean did what he did best. Reaching his arms behind his brother, he returned the hug, all the while knowing that he would need to question his brother later to find out what was really going on, but for now Sam needed him to be his big brother.

TBC...

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