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A/N: Sorry that it's taken so long for me to update I've been busy and well you probably don't hear my excuses so onto the story.

They had been driving around in the Impala for about ten minutes when Sam asked the question that was on the top of Dean's tongue. "Where are we going?"

"I don't know." He admitted, they didn't seem to have really thought this through and his suspicion that they were just driving aimlessly had just been confirmed.

"Do you have any idea how we're going to find out if I do have something inside of me?" Dean shrugged.

"No idea." Sam stayed silent for a few moments then said regretfully.

"Yeah…me neither."

"Should we head back?"

"Maybe." Sam turned the impala around and started back toward the motel. Sam and Dean were silent for a few minutes when an idea occurred to Dean a really bad idea.

"Sam I have an idea." Dean said suddenly before stopping abruptly due to the part of him that didn't want to say it, because if Dean was wrong about Sam having some sort of tracking device inside of him then it would cause Sam a lot of pain for absolutely no reason. In fact he wasn't sure even it would work or if he wanted to do it. However, he had already spoken and Sam was looking at him expectantly. When Dean didn't immediately tell him what he was thinking Sam raised his eyebrows impatiently, then after another couple of moment of silence he said "well." Sam pulled the car over to the side of the road and just stared at him.

"Never mind." Dean said taking it back.

"What is it?" Sam asked not letting it go.

"It's a bad idea." Dean said dismissively.

"It's better than what I've got, which is nothing. What do you have?" Dean still said nothing. Sam set his jaw and gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Dean." He didn't want to say it, but Sam was like a dog with a bone and if he didn't say it then Sam was just going to keep on asking until he told him. Dean sighed.

"Fine you need an x-ray." Sam frowned and looked contemplative; he could practically see the wheels turning in Sam head as he considered Dean's idea.

"They don't give those out and there the small problem of that I don't have ID." Dean frowned as a very scary thought occurred to him.

"You don't have a driver's license do you?" Sam shook his head unconcerned. Dean's hands started to tremble lightly with the fear and anxiety he suddenly felt. Sam had been driving his car all these months without a driver's license.

"Get out of the car I'm driving."

"Dean I learned how to drive, the first few hours were a little shaky but after driving for 80 hours almost straight I figured out how to drive." he said dismissively. So was there more this plan?" Sam asked like he hadn't just admitted that he had been driving his car without a license or any formal training. Dean glared at Sam for a few minutes for not relinquishing the steering wheel. However, he eventually was able to remind himself that he had been driving with Sam for weeks and hadn't notice anything dangerous about the way he drove.

"I was a bit of a trouble maker in my youth." Dean admitted. That was an understatement. He had no parents and he had 9 different foster homes. Dean shut his eyes in an effort to stop thinking about his childhood. It was in the past, he had his own life now and his brother who was back from the dead...which was weird and Sam was weird, but still he was family and that wasn't something Dean had had since he was 4.

"Meaning?" Sam asked when he didn't immediately go on. Dean shook his head trying to clear his head.

"I may have taken part in the fake ID process." Sam nodded and just accepted that it was. There was no look of judgment in fact he was pretty sure Sam just thought it was useful. Dean wasn't sure how he felt about Sam's reaction, though he supposed he wasn't too surprised. Sam didn't seem very averse to breaking the law, they had met when Sam had drugged and kidnapped him after all. He stopped thinking about it however when Sam went on.

"Okay but what about the other-" Sam stopped abruptly and nodded with his lips set in a grim line. "I need to be injured." Sam said suddenly understanding Dean's idea. Dean's idea that he wished that he would have kept to himself, but at the same knew that if Sam did have some sort of tracking device inside of him, an x-ray was the only way they were going to be able to find it. Dean had considered for a few moments having Sam break into a clinic but he was sure that x-rays required special know how to work them; and that no person off the street could probably make it work correctly.

"Which is why I said it was a bad idea, we'll think of another way." Dean said he didn't like the idea at all of either injuring Sam or having him injure himself; they would just have to find another way. Sam shook his head stubbornly.

"If there is something inside of me then we need to get it out, that's the only way we can stay in one place for more than a few hours. It the only way we can stop them from coming after us." Dean didn't want them to come after them either but

"There has to be another way." Dean said aloud with a shake of his head. Sam broke eye contact and stared out the Impala's windshield. He stared out of it for a long moment before shaking his head.

"We need to off their radar as soon as possible, this is the only way."

"So you're just going to-" Dean said then winced, Sam nodded and turned the car on and around, he drove for few minutes before Dean was able to think of something that would slow them down give him some time to think.

"Pull over." he said.

"Why?" Sam asked and Dean rolled his eyes. Why couldn't Sam just once do what he told him?

"Because before you go injuring yourself, which is still a bad idea by the way, you need a fake ID because-"

"Technically I'm dead." Sam interrupted; Dean flinched at the flippant way he had said that but nodded.

"Yeah so you don't have an ID." Sam nodded and pulled the Impala to the side of the road again.

"You said you can make one for me though, right?" Sam asked a little uncertainly, Dean nodded.

"It's been a little while but I think I remember the basics." Dean said.

"So where are we going?" Sam asked reluctantly seeming not to like having to defer to him.

"Back to the motel-" Sam opened his mouth like he was going to argue, but Dean put his hand up "It's the middle of the night and I need a copying place and there are no 24 hour Kinko's that I know of." Sam looked like he was trying to figure out some other way but soon he looked resigned.

"Fine but we're going first thing." Sam took a deep breath and drove back to the motel they were staying at. Dean remembered the scorching heat and wondered if he was going to get any sleep at all before they left in the morning. He hoped so or tomorrow which was already shaping up to be pretty bad would be even worse.

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