Chapter 26

A/N: I am really really sorry that it's been so long since I last posted a chapter but I've been having a real problem with inspiration. Supernatural for years has been my favorite show on the air. I'd be on the edge of my seat the entire time my heart racing watching the show and the whole time loving it. Problem is lately my interest in the show has been waning a lot.

However since I don't want to leave this story where it is forever so I my ending might be slightly shorter than I was originally planning it to be and time may jump ahead quickly but I promise you that I will finish it. In fact I promise to update a lot more regularly than I have previously.I will update once a week this week and probably once every other day week unless RL gets in the way.

It took a few days for the soreness and pain to go down enough so that they could move on from the place. Dean was glad that the demons were no longer tracking them or else he would have had to move anyways. They traveled aimlessly for awhile. When they were in a remote area they would stop and Sam would teach him how to improve his ability to fight which Dean had never thought was lacking until he had met Sam. Each night he would also teach him more about demons and monsters and how best to kill them, in case Azazel decided to send a monster after them instead of a demon.

It had become very routine, not a word that Dean ever thought he would use to describe his new life. Then again he wouldn't give it up to be normal. He had his brother, even though Sam was weird and definitely no one definition of normal.

At the moment they were stopped in the middle of nowhere and they were sitting on the Impala beers in hand just looking at the stars. Yeah, he would definitely never go back to how it used to be before he had known Sam, even if his life was more complicated now. Sam seemed fascinated in the stars and his eyes shone with almost a child-like wonder as he watched them and Dean smiled. This was nice. They should definitely do this more often.

A few days after their stop in the middle of nowhere, they had managed to gather(hustle) up enough money to be able to afford a computer. Which made learning about Azazel easier only the information wasn't exactly as helpful as they were hoping for. Sam was not dealing with the set back well and a few dozen glass bottles were taking the burnt of his anger. The glass bottles were supposed to be for Dean to practice his aim, but the look on Sam's face meant that he wasn't going to remind Sam of that. Yeah, not going to happen. Instead he just watched as his younger brother annihilated the glass bottles. Sometimes his brother still scared him, although not as much as he used to. The gun clicked and Sam looked for a few moments like he was considering putting another clip into it, but instead put the gun down on a nearby tree trunk that had been cut down. The place they happened to be staying at had a forest about 20 minutes away that had seemed fairly deserted and that's why Sam had picked there to unleash his anger.

"Feel better?" Dean asked his voice slightly teasing and Sam just glared at him.

"Guess not." he said, apparently he wasn't so scared of him that he couldn't tease him. Or maybe he was crazy.

"Just because the information on the internet isn't helpful, doesn't mean you can't use it to find books that will be helpful." Dean reminded him and Sam nodded but still looked angry. At least he didn't pick up the gun again though.

"I know. It's just it's been months. I thought we'd have something by now." Sam said and then starting pacing up and down.

"We will. We'll figure it out. We'll get that son of a bitch." he swore not only to Sam but himself. The son of a bitch had taken his brother and killed his parents: there was nothing in the world he wanted more than to return the favor. Sam nodded and stopped pacing. He turned to look at him and took a deep breath.

"We need to find a book." he said seeming as much to himself as to Dean.

"Yeah we need to find a book." Dean repeated hoping that this train of thought would calm his brother even more down.

"Then we can be free." Dean nodded even though it was another reminder that they both might not be on the same page about Azazels fate.

"Okay." he said taking in an another deep breath.

"Okay." Dean repeated.

"Book." Sam said and Dean just nodded.

"Alright then, we should get on that." Dean nodded again. Glad that Sam had moved beyond anger and was now in a much more stable and less trigger happy state of mind.

"Yeah." Sam agreed and moved back to the Impala to the passenger's seat. Much to Dean relief. Sam about half the time went into the passenger seat and let him drive his own car now. Sam seemed to have somehow got how much better Dean felt when he was driving and how worried he was when Sam drove it.

"We're going go get some waffles." Dean said as the thought came into his head and Sam looked at him confused.

"It's comfort food and since we're going to be researching all day I want something to eat beforehand." Sam didn't argue which was nice he just nodded and looked out the windshield.

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