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Hey guys… I'm kinda tired of Supernatural right now… honestly… they're annoying me… and that's blockading my write-abilities… so I'm not exactly proud of this chapter…

Anyway… I'm pretty scared of the next episode and I really angry with the last one. So… don't count on a soon update… sorry… but I promise that I'm gonna finish the story.

FLD, NO worry everything will be explained. Thanks for reviewing.

bia1007, Hell yeah.. nobody should fight with Bobby… he's the best :D thanks for reviewing. I don't think my sis is gonna post another chapter too soon, she is also pretty pissed with Supernatural right now. Sorry.

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Go to hell.

John should be happy that they finally reached their destination, after hours of driving, but though he could already see the hotel at end of the road, he wanted to drive back and drop off one of his boys… and it wasn't his older one.

"Shut the hell up...NOW." John hissed harshly at his youngest, who was sitting on the back of the Impala, his face in his hands. Dean was sleeping on the passenger's seat, breathing even and calm. John glanced at him briefly to make sure that the angry conversation between him and Sam wouldn't disturb the light sleep.

"Ahh…" Sam muffled into his hands.

"When you want to say something… lift your head… I can't understand you." John grumbled, looking into the morrow, so he could glare directly at his son.

"Why are you so corrosive?" Sam asked, biting his lip. When he realized that he had insulted his father, it was too late; John had already hit the brake, bulling into the parking lot of the motel.

"Are we there?" Dean asked silently, when his father turned around to look at Sam, both ignoring the tired youth.

"Have you lost your mind?" John shouted. Dean winced and looked at his brother, who was glaring at their father with a hard look on his face. "Don't you dare talking to me like that."

"Guys?" Dean asked, cursing himself for sleeping instead of watching his family.

"I'm gonna talk to you like I want." Sam shouted back. "And you know that we need Bobby… but you're… just too proud."

"We won't need Bobby… everything he can do; we're also able to do." John undid his seatbelt. Dean looked from his father to his brother, but before he was able to shut the younger kid up, Sam had already opened his big mouth.

"Go to hell" He whispered, angry that his father couldn't do the right thing.

"NO" Dean shouted, when John lifted his hand, like he wanted to slap Sam.

For a brief moment all Winchesters starred at the hand. Dean had caught the hand right before Sam's face.

"You really send you father to hell?" John asked, without any emotions in his voice. Dean trembled beside him, slowly letting go of the arm. Sam was glaring through watering eyes, his lower lip trembling.

John got out without another word. Dean looked down at his brother shaking his head and rolling his eyes. His body language speaking louder that any insults were able to tell.

They were done with him. Sam realized. He hit his head against the front seat, letting out a huff.

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Dean was sleeping on the couch, letting his brother and father have their own beds. He really didn't want to sleep in one bed with Sam, since he would probably suffocate the boy in his sleep. Talking like that to their father… He really could kill Sam cold-blood.

"Dean wake up" John's hysteric voice let Dean jolt out of his sleep. "Take your jacket. Sam's gone." The father informed his son quickly, getting into his shoes. "Hurry Dean.. I have no idea where he is… the door was wide open."

"Shit" Dean cursed, slipping into his shoes and into his jacket to head outside with his dad. "Dad… what's when…"

"Don't make me nervous Dean." John ordered, his voice softer than usual. He couldn't think about the fact that something could have happened to his youngest, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. He had fought with Sam a few hours ago and so had Dean, just because of him.

"But… dad…"

"Dean… please…" John sighed, when he saw the distracted look on his son's face. Dean was looking around frantically, getting wet by the hard-falling rain. "We're gonna find him. I'm gonna look there" He pointed to the forest, that adjoined the motel. "…you gonna look there" He moved his finger in direction to the parking lot.

Dean nodded, before he turned around, running as fast as his feet could drag him over to the parking lot. "Sammy" he shouted. I'm gonna kill him. Or he's gonna worry me to death. Breathing hard, the youth could see his breath freezing in the cold air.

"Boy"

Dean turned around, an anguished cry rising in his throat, but only a small "Sammy" came out. His little brother was standing in front of a tall man, who had his long hair in a ponytail, his eyes were stunning and his structure like the one of a Adonis.

At first Dean wondered why he could see all this details of the man, but than he realized that a dim shimmer rounded the man.

Moving his eyes from the man to Sam, Dean saw that his brother was like hypnotized. The kid was sleep-walking again.

Shit.

"Why are you hunting me and my…" The man ran a hand through Sam's hair, making both boys wince. "…assistant…"

"I'm not just your assistant." A further man insisted. Dean looked taken aback at the suppose-to-be-Sandman, who had suddenly appeared beside Sam's kidnapper.

"Let my brother go" Dean, as well as the other man ignored the small, unimportant Sandman, who looked even more meaningless; standing beside the tall, well-looking man, though Dean couldn't help but feel small, too.

"You really think you are in the position to give me orders?" An evil grin let Dean's blood freeze.

"What do you want?" Dean took a step closer to the two men and his brother.

"Stop following us…" The still smirking man was interrupted by a shout from the other side of the parking lot. Dean turned around.

"Satyolatos" A man approached. Dean's heartbeat rose, when he saw that the addressed man tightened his grip on his baby brother.

"You… I think you would be back." The Satyolatos stumbled backwards, while the Sandman disappeared, with a quick movement. The new man was smiling a similar smile to the Satyolatos, a dagger in his hand, fiddling around with it. Dean frowned at him.

"Let the boy go… NOW" The man ordered.

"You know you can't kill me, Nika." The Satyolatos shouted, but released one of Sam's shoulder.

"Well… and you can't kill me… so go on… or I'm hunt that son of a bitch down." The Nika-guy threatened.

"You know that this isn't over." The other answered, disappearing with an elegant movement, showing Sam away from him, right into Dean's arms.

For the next few moments Dean starred at Nika, who was glaring back at him.

Who the hell was this guy?

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P.S… I'm really gonna explain everything.