A/N Sorry that it's slightly later than I said it would be.
A/N2: Also a little bit of a time jump ahead.
A/N3: Thanks so much for reviewing it makes it a lot easier to write.
2004
It had been two years since they had met and so much had changed in that time. They were hunters now, Sam was taller than him. And they had figured out how to run credit cards scams so that meant very few real jobs. Oh and Sam was taller than him.
They had in the last 2 years over 20 cases and Dean and Sam both had more scars marring their bodies than they had before they had started hunting . The first couple of cases hadn't really gone very well, but they did manage to kill the bad guy. As the months had worn on and the more they faced the monsters the better the both of them had gotten. It wasn't the only thing had changed either.
"Seriously dude you're like a child." Sam said closing his door and Dean grinned. Dude. Dude was a word that Sam had embraced in the last two years. His speech patterns were more normal and he was less cold and standoffish.
"Hey, it was my cookie." Dean said and put it to his lips. So he had licked it to make sure Sam didn't want it, sue him.
"It was my cookie." Sam argued back as Dean's started the Impala. Dean drove most of the time now unless they wanted to get somewhere quick and then they switched off.
"Well it's very good." Dean said with a grin.
"Shut up." Sam said as looked out the window. Most of time Dean could forget about the rocky early days and just enjoy time with his brother. But on Sam's bad days he'd revert to his old standoffish and cold self and he'd remember again. Remember what Sam was and how he had come to be that way. On those days more than any other ones were the days he wanted Azazel dead more than anything else in the world. Problem was it was two years later, hundreds of dollars of books and they weren't any closer to finding him than they had been two years ago.
Dean focused on the road even as his mind was going over the case. Ghost again, they were the most repeated creatures that they dealt with, but he supposed it could be worse, it could be a host of any number of other things. Which wasn't to say it would be easy. Even ghosts when all you had to do was salt and burn their remains usually had some sort of problem. They guessed the wrong person. The person had been cremated except for one piece, and many other problems. Who would have ever thought that hunting ghosts would be so hard?
Sam's head was against the window and he knew he was trying to get some shut-eye. The kid hardly ever slept, always trying to use whatever time they weren't hunting trying to find Azazel. Still he seemed very interested in the hunts now, at first he had only started hunting because Dean had insisted it was the only way to keep themselves in shape to get ready for Azazel. They had both gotten more into the saving people thing that either of them had thought at first. When he first had stayed with Sam willingly he had at the back of his mind thoughts that if he could ever get rid of Azazel and settle down again he would. He hadn't thought that in a while though. He liked being a hunter, he was good at it too. Maybe that should scare him that he was so good at it when it meant killing, but he wasn't. He saved people, he hung around with his brother, there was really nothing else that he wanted more than what they had now. Well other than to kill Azazel. Azazel had killed his parents after all, stole Sam and had raised him to be what he had been. It had taken Dean two years to get him to be as normal as he was now. Sam rarely used his physic powers either. He had a feeling Sam knew how much they freaked Dean out even after the last two years and Sam only used them if the only other choice was one of their deaths.
He looked again to his little brother. Two years of being in the same room all the time had made them closer. It had also at time made them more irritated with each other. They were brothers and they were trying to make up for lost time after all.
Continuing with that train of thought, Dean's hand reached behind him leaving the other on the steering wheel. and started searching the backseat for something to aid him in his quest. Dean's hand stopped as it found a bag of old fast food in the back seat and used one hand to pick it up and put it between he and Sam. He kept an eye on the road but since they were in the middle of nowhere desert shrubs all around. He was starting to get sick of seeing desert life and he knew he was tried being in it since the Impala didn't have air conditioning. there wasn't much people around so he didn't have to as careful as he would normally be. He used one hand to hunt around in the bag and found a still wrapped in plastic black plastic spoon. He grinned. There first and last prank war had been a year ago and had ended badly. This year he was sure it would be much better.
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