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"This is stupid." Dean said.

"You've said that before." Sam replied as he rubbed his head that seemed to still be bothering him. Dean didn't like this he didn't like this at all.

"This is a trap."

"Most likely." Sam said not trying to deny it even as he kept rubbing his temples.

"So you agree that we're walking into a trap." Dean said irritated. He wanted to hit something but couldn't since his only choices were the Impala or his already ailing brother.

"I agree that Azazel is luring us there, but he has no idea about the colt."

"What if he does?" Dean snapped. Yes he wanted the damn demon gone from his life forever, but he worried about losing Sam, losing the last piece of his family. What if something went wrong? What if something went very wrong? Sam had in the last four years becoming everything to him, his entire life. He had abandoned his old life and didn't regret it at all. He was a hunter, granted he may have only became one because he knew that he needed to be strong at a time like this and to know how to deal with supernatural creatures, but he was a hunter now. Even if they did manage to kill Azazel, without any collateral damage, he wasn't sure he could or would even want to go back to living a normal life.

"He doesn't." Sam said even though he didn't sound completely certain. Dean still wasn't even sure after all this time if push came to shove whether or not Sam could actually kill Azazel, which was why he had the gun. Although Sam hadn't tried to argue to save him, they had more or less come to an unspoken agreement that Dean would kill Azazel and Sam would protect Dean. If Sam wanted to close his eyes and put his fingers in his ears when the actual act happened than he could deal with that.

Dean took a deep breath as he reminded himself that they had waited a long time for a clue of Azazel's whereabouts, ever since they had gotten the colt. Still why did it have to be Lawrence? Anywhere else would have been so much better. Even worse Sam's premonition or whatever it had been had taken place in their old house. The house that Dean hadn't stepped a foot inside since the fire. He so did not want to go back there. He did not want to have to face Azazel there, but Sam's premonition had him feeding his blood to another six month old child. Gross, Dean thought and wrinkled his nose in distaste. Demons were gross and always doing gross things. Although he supposed that Witches were grosser, demons still weren't much below witches on the level of grossness.

It would be a few more hours before they were in Lawrence and Dean didn't want to think about this the entire way there so he hit the play button on the cassette deck and a song started playing.

"Carry on my wayward son they'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest don't you cry no more." Dean glance over Sam who glanced as him and they shared a hopeful and nervous at the same time smile before Dean's eyes went back to the road.

A/N: Sorry that this is so short hopefully the next one will be up real soon.

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