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'No way, just no!' Sam yelled. 'I can't do that to him Bobby, you should know how he feels about things like this, especially after what happened with dad and that reaper!' Sam couldn't believe what was coming from Bobby's mouth, at first he had felt a little hope and then dread as common sense kicked in. There was no way he could take any part in this, and he wouldn't allow Dean to either; he didn't even want Dean to know Bobby had been thinking of doing this.

But of course, the older hunter had gone so much further then just thinking, he had gone so far as to prepare everything and ready all the ingredients. In fact Sam was now standing inside the summoning circle, beside the alter Bobby had prepared while Sam was driving Dean back from the doctors. For the first time Sam had been thankful for Dean not being able to see the state the lounge room was in. The last thing his big brother needed was to be sent in to a fit of rage over this.

Sam knew that Bobby was only trying to help though; he tried not to be mad at the older man. But he couldn't let this happen, no way hose. With what Bobby had just told him, between Sam's denial about what he was saying of course; Bobby would need Dean in the room while he summoned the demon and then from there they would be left to chance with what would appear. And whatever that was they would need to take out their eyes.

There was a chance though that the demon could show up possessing a human. Sam didn't know about Bobby, but he wouldn't be able to take a person's eyes from them. Just because they were being possessed by a Demon didn't make them bad people that deserved to have their eyes ripped out.

'What if it is a person Bobby? What if the Demon comes possessing a meat suit? Then what will you do, just rip out their eyes with that medieval weapon over there?' Sam pointed to the object that looked like eyelash curlers, like the ones he used to watch Jess use in the morning; on the table.

'We don't know what the Demon will look like Sam, we need to take the risk; for Dean.' Bobby was in the process of removing his cap and pulling his hair back when Sam lost control and slapped the cap from his hands; slamming the older man against the wall in anger.

'How many more times do I have to say no Bobby? This. Is. Not. Happening!' He let go of Bobby's shirt and threw the man away, stalking from the room to contain his anger. He didn't understand what Bobby had been thinking when he had made the decision, and without consulting Dean or himself too.

In his bedroom, Sam slammed his fists against the wall and let his heated forehead rest on the cool wall for a moment before pushing away, realising that Dean hadn't been seated where he had left him in the kitchen while he went and talked to Bobby.

Panic coursed through Sam as he took the stairs three at a time, he had let his own anger get the best of him. He hadn't even bothered to keep his voice down in the end, as he had when Bobby first launched his plan on him. What if Dean had heard their conversation.

Finally feeling the full impact of both his leg, and lack of eye sight, Dean began to wish he hadn't been so pigheaded and stubborn. If he had just stayed seated where he was, tried not to listen to Sam and Bobby yell about him, discuss his situation like he wasn't even human, then he wouldn't be battling his way through the car yard right now, shivering in the afternoon chill.

Unlike the apparent distaste and anger that had licked through Sam's voice carrying loudly from the lounge room, Dean knew Bobby had only been trying to help when he had gone and arranged whatever it was he had set up. Judging by Sam's avid denial of it taking place, it surely can't have been a walk in the park. And then he had heard Sam say something about a meat suit, and removing their eyes.

That was when he had decided to leg it out of there, get as far away as he could before any of this could take place. His sense of self-worth was far too low for him to even consider risking a human life to save his own eye sight. Even with knowing that Bobby thought this was the right thing, he didn't want to hear the older man's response; if he would have been willing to remove an innocents eyes just for him.

It just wasn't on. Not in a million years, not even over his crippled dead body would he allow that to happen. As sucky as the past few months had been, with the rehabilitation and being hunkered down in the one place for so long, Dean would never be able to risk another's life for his. Even if it was just taking their eyes.

Tripping over something, Dean stumbled and put his hands out in shock, trying to find some leverage to hold himself up, but there was nothing. Only cool air met him as he rushed towards the ground. He grunted as the fall winded him, this was something he didn't enjoy that his body was becoming adjusted to. The amount of times he had fallen over, whether in rehab or here at the house, it was becoming annoying. Even though he was been given lessons on how to steady himself, or even how to angle his body to minimise injury when he fell, it didn't stop it from happening.

Maybe I should let Bobby do this thing, then it wouldn't be so hard to deal with my leg perhaps.. Dean shook his head in determination. He wouldn't do this, wouldn't allow it. This was just a small moment of weakness he was experiencing right now. It was so be expected, he was cold and angry and just wanted to be left alone. He couldn't take Sam fussing about him all the time, or the way Bobby would treat him now, like he was some damn invalid who needed all the pity in the world.

Pulling himself to his feet, Dean shook off the dirt he could feel on his clothing and placed his hands out in front of him. The plan was to make it to the road, and hopefully, catch a lift in town. He just hoped that he wouldn't get in to the wrong type of car, with a rapist or worst. There were certain evils in life, he just didn't want to be associating himself with. He dealt with enough of the paranormal kind without having to deal with the human ones as well.

Shaking off the unnerving thought that was no putting much unwelcome scenarios in his head, he finally bumped in to the houses fence line. Stepping out on to the footpath he made a beeline for what he hoped was the road and stuck a hand out, wishing someone would come by quickly. Before Sam realised he was missing and went in to ultra-mother hen mode and dragged him back inside the house.

The sound of a car stopping pulled him from his thoughts.

'Dean?' He knew that voice.

When the upstairs search didn't bring any results, Sam knocked shoulders harshly as he passed by Bobby who was standing baffled inside the doorway to the lounge room. He didn't know Dean was missing yet, missing and it was all his fault. After a too hurried search in all the rooms downstairs, and even shouting Dean's name down the basement stairway, Sam heaved in a deep breath and headed for the front door.

As much as he didn't like it, the only place left for Dean to be; was outside.

Grabbing two coats from the hook by the front door he moved outside. It was early afternoon now, and the sun had long since lost its late morning warmth and was now shining down in contrast to the cold, crisp blue skies.

Staring up in to the sun for a minute he called out Dean's name in some hope his brother hadn't gotten too far away yet, and that even though he had left the safety of the house to get away from he and Bobby, that he would reply. But he wasn't so lucky, only the lonely call of birds came back to him. Growling at the back of his throat, Sam shrugged in to his jacket and slung Dean's over his arm and set off to search the yard for his older, if not mentally younger, brother.

Why couldn't he just stay where he was, instead of barging ahead and assuming the worse?

But then if Sam had kept his voice down, spoken civilly with Bobby instead of raising his voice then none of this would have happened. All the blame went back to Bobby, as much as it hurt him to feel like that towards the only fatherly role he had ever known in his life, despite the vain attempts of his actual father; he couldn't see fit to blame anyone else.

'Dean, come on man! I don't know what you heard, but if you had stayed for just a few moments more you would know we aren't going to do anything Bobby is suggesting! I shut him down full stop!' Sam shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping that wherever his brother was, his voice would carry to him.

More silence met his desperate pleas. Sighing , he dragged a hand over his face before pulling them back through his hair and turning on the spot. Now was not the time to be he weak, concerned brother he knew he always came across as. He needed to be a hunter, and a damn good one right now. If there were any chance he was going to find Dean it was that way. Even without his sight, he knew Dean would not do things half assed. Dad had drilled that in to his eldest long ago.

Staring down at the ground, he picked up the boot marks on the ground. He wasn't a hundred precent sure they were Dean's, there was no tell-tale sign of the walking cane he used to get around these days. His throat tightened more, did that mean Dean was limping around, probably in pain, without his sight or walking aide? What if he falls over?

Sam began to fall apart again, his mind going back to the blame he had for Bobby and the worry for his brother. Pulling himself together he looked down at the tracks again; he placed his foot against the print and was certain they were Dean's. They were a toe smaller than his own, but not as wide as Bobby's. Plus there was an obvious amount of pressure applied to one foot, showing his limp in the indentation it left in the dirt.

Following the prints, he started to stress more and more. They were heading towards the front of the house, to the road. Somewhere Dean hadn't ventured to yet. Sam had kept him within the constraints of the house and its fencing. Not ready, or sure Dean was competent enough to manoeuvre the streets on his own yet. He knew it wasn't the right thing to do, to coddle his brother that way, he knew it drove Dean insane.

But after losing their dad, and coming so close to losing his brother so soon after because a mistake he had made, in leaving his brother behind after a petty fight, he didn't want to risk having him too far out of his sight again.

Stopping quickly, he righted himself before he tripped over a fallen exhaust pipe. There were scuff marks and more outlined markings on the ground telling him Dean had fallen. He knew for sure that his brother would be in pain now, and even angrier, he had been there every time his brother had fallen down to help him when needed, even when he was too stubborn to ask.

'Dammit Dean…' Then he heard it, the unmistakable sound of a door slamming shut, and the hum of an engine and the gravelly sound of tyres pulling back on to the road. Starting at a run, Sam reached the gate just as the car turned the corner of the road and he saw the unmistakable shape of his brother's form, slumped in the passenger seat.

'Dean!' He shouted hoarsely.

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