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A/N: this is the chapter that has been giving me so much trouble and it's why it's been taking me so long to post. After this the updates should be a lot closer together.

It was hours later and they were a few hours out from their destination still and still hadn't come to an agreement about their plan of action.

"I say I use my powers." Sam argued.

"Then he'll shoot you first thing." Dean argued back. "Because he'll think you're a demon."

"Not if I use my powers on him first." Dean shook his head.

"No Sam, no and this isn't just about the fact that I don't like it when you use your powers it's about the fact that he won't." Dean said.

"Well he's not going to like giving up his gun that can kill demons either and it's not exactly like we can explained how we learned about it without putting up the demon flag." Sam argued back.

"There has to be a better way." Dean said shaking his head and then grabbing his sunglasses from the glove box. The sun was going down and the sun glare was making the drive a little bit difficult at the moment.

"I can't see any other way, but if you think of one let me know." Sam said a little irritated as he shifted his body towards the passenger's side window and away from Dean.

"I will." Dean said determined that there had to be a better plan than Sam which sounded less like a plan and more like suicide for Sam.

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For the next few hours there was silence in the Impala again while Dean tried to think of a better plan one that didn't spell death for his little brother that he had grown to care for deeply in the last 3 and a half years. He thankfully had come up with a slightly less suicidal plan, but he liked it lot better. He however kept the plan to himself for a while so he wouldn't give Sam time to think of the reasons to argue against it.

Dean knew that his time was nearly at an end when he pulled off the freeway and stopped in front of a red light.

"So?" Sam said sounding like he was sure that Dean hadn't thought of a better plan.

"I have one." Dean said. Sam turned to him with his arms around themselves.

"kay what is it?" Sam asked. Dean turned the idea over again in his mind and he knew that his brother was probably going to argue against it but it was the best idea he could come up with.

"I talk to him." Dean said and like he thought Sam was shaking his head at him incredulously.

"You're going to talk the hunter into giving us the gun?" he said like he thought there was a better chance of hell freezing over. Dean could see his point but that didn't mean that he didn't like his plan better than his brothers.

"Exactly how are you going to do that?" He actually wasn't really sure he mostly planned to wing it but that wasn't what came out of his mouth.

"I use my debonaire charm." he said with a cocky smile. Sam looked less than impressed.

"What don't you think I have debonair charm?" He asked.

"I don't think that anyone has the amount of charm that you think you have." Sam said with a roll of his eyes. Dean rolled his eyes right back.

"Well you're wrong, I have charm and that's the plan."

"What? It's crazy, stupid and suicidal!" Sam shouted with his hands up. Dean shrugged and used what one of his friends used to tell his younger brother.

"Yes well I'm older." Sam looked at him incredulously.

"What does that have to do with anything? How does that change how stupid your plan is?"

"Sam!" Dean shouted as he finally pulled over to the side of the road for both of their sakes. It would no good to argue about what would happened once they reached their destination if they weren't alive to do so.

"What?!" Sam shouted back. Dean took in a few deep breaths trying to calm down and talk rationally but what came out was.

"Why can't you once just not argue with me!" Dean shouted.

"Maybe I would if your ideas weren't so stupid." Sam shouted back. Dean opened his mouth to retort when he again took in a few deep breaths a technique he learned from the mandatory anger management classes he had to take in high school. This time it worked and he was able to calm down a little.

"We have a little time until we get there we should both think about it." Dean said and Sam stiffly nodded his agreement after a moment.

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"That's the house?" Dean asked since he hadn't seen it only Sam had. Sam nodded. Dean pulled over to the side of the road and looked at the house. Apparently there was a weapon in there that would rid them of Azazel. It almost seemed too good to be true but Sam wouldn't lie to him not about this. Not about something as important as this. He knew that even though Sam had lied to him about dangerous the spell had been that had told Sam where the weapon had been in the first place. Now it was time to get back into the plan conversation.

"Your plan is crazy." Sam said looking at the house. Correction, argument, apparently the extra time didn't make either them any less passionate about their respective plans.

"No more crazier than your plan and I think mine has less of chance of you getting shot." Dean argued back.

"No you'll be the one that gets shot." Sam said his arms folded angrily.

"Look we try my plan first and if it doesn't work than we can try yours."Dean offered.

"We'll have lost the element of surprise." Sam said.

"Well I rather lose that than a brother." Dean snapped. Sam opened his mouth then seemed to process what Dean had said then closed it. Dean sighed.

"I just..." Dean trailed and looked down at the dashboard. "I just barely got you back three years ago I don't want to see you get hurt." he admitted.

"I won't get hurt." Sam said and Dean looked up to watch Sam shake his head.

"You don't know that." Dean shook his head as well "Just please Sam." Dean asked earnestly "Please let me to try it my way first." Sam searched him with his eyes what he was looking for Dean didn't know. After a couple of moments of this visual search he stopped and just stared at him in the eyes.

"Okay but if I hear anything that sound even remotely like the two of you are fighting I'm coming in and using my powers to get the gun." Sam finally said. Dean smiled glad that his brother had backed down, because he wasn't really sure what he would have done if Sam hadn't given in. Dean opened the Impala door and made his way up the stairs. As he made his way up them the nerves started, what if he couldn't talk the man into giving him the gun then Sam would come in. He really rather not have the hunter shoot or harm his little brother. He came to a stop on the porch and stared at the door for a long moment before raising his hand. He was just going to have to be convincing.

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Dean made his way down the stairs looking more at the hand in his hands then at the stairs thankfully he didn't miss any and end up tumbling down them. He looked up when he got to the bottom and saw Sam staring at the gun incredulously he knew he had a similar look on his own face. For all his talk he really hadn't been sure that he could talk his way into getting the gun but he had, somehow he had and now they had the gun. Now all they had to do was find Azazel so that they could use it on him.

A/N: Sorry for those of you that wanted to see the conversation/ a fight take place but in order to have seen that it probably would have taken till Christmas or longer because for the life of me I couldn't do that conversation. Believe me I tried.

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