A/n: Hey everyone, thank you so much for your patience. Sorry I wasn't able to post last week. That being said, my move is coming along, but there may be a few Weds coming up where I may not be able to post. I know for sure that not this following Wednesday, but the Wednesday after that, I will be away at a cabin. I don't know if I will be able to post that day, but I do plan on at least getting a chance to write. I just wanted to give you all a heads up and of course if anything changes or there is for sure a day I can't post, I'll let you all know.

Also I just want to make sure I clarify something about this story. This is not an OC/boys or really any kind of romance story. It's a story about the brothers. And with that being said, it's not a Wincest story either.

Thank you so much to everyone who reads, reviews, follows, and/or favorites this story. A special thank you to mckydstarlight, sunshine102897, Guest, LilyBolt, jojospn, Souless666, and SparksFlyAngel for all of your recent reviews.

Chapter 16

"Alright fine. But if we have to stay another day, you're paying for it," Dean replied. Sam didn't hear him.

The agent said he had a bad feeling that Jessica's death was "in his area of expertise?" This only confirmed that what happened to his wife that night was a murder. Or at the very least it was intentional. But why? Who would want to kill Jessica? And what exactly was he an expert in? Murder cases?

"You hearing me Sam?"

The younger brother blinked over at him.

"What?"

"I said how long do you think this guy's going to be here?"

"Dude I don't know. I didn't ask."

"Well, he can stay with you then. I'll go see if I can keep our rooms for another night or two." Without waiting for a response, he left.

For the remainder of the day, the brothers stayed in Sam's motel room. Dean had taken to the television, flipping absent mindedly through the same few channels and resting on one show before growing bored and switching it to another. Much to his relief, Sam had nodded off to sleep somewhere between his complaint about Dean's channel surfacing driving him crazy and mumbling a "finally" once he had settled on a show about flipping cars.

However, that moment of solace was short lived when he heard his brother mutter. Dean turned his eyes from the tv to look over at him. Sam's fingers twitched slightly and he threw his head in the opposite direction so that he was facing towards his sibling. Another mumble but this time louder as he closed his hands around the sheets.

"Jess! NO!"

Dean moved to rouse his brother, but his dream beat him to it. Sam's eyelids lifted to reveal a pair of hazel orbs still unaware that he had been dreaming. They didn't move from the ceiling as he lay panting.

"Sam?" Dean asked cautiously. The twenty two year old didn't move. "You ok man?"

"Just a...bad dream," he replied with his breathing under control again. Unsure of what to think of it and not wanting to make Sam upset, he simply settled back in his spot and brought his attention back to the television.

A few more hours came and went before Dean switched off his source of entertainment and sighed heavily.

"You hungry?" He asked his sibling.

"Not really," came a muffled response.

"I've been with you pretty much all day. I know you haven't had anything to eat and you gotta have somethin."

"Dean-"

Their conversation was cut short by a knock at the motel door. Sam got up from his bed and walked over to the entrance, Dean not far behind him. He unlocked the door and cracked it open, eyeing the man who stood in front of him.

"Agent Willis,"'Sam greeted with a polite smile. "Thank you so much for coming." The two men shook hands.

"Said I would," he responded.

"Come in, please. This is my brother, Dean," the younger man introduced. Dean eyed the stranger.

"So Agent Willis, my brother says you can help," the elder brother started.

"Well, I'm g'nna do my damnedest."

Dean gave the stranger a skeptical nod.

"And what exactly are you going to help him with?"

"Don't know yet. Soon as yer done barking up my tree, that's what I'm g'nna figure out."

A small grin crept across Sam's face as he watched the man stare down his brother.

"Agent Willis, can we get you anything? Dean was just heading out to grab some food, he'd be happy to get you something." The twenty six year old's attention snapped to his sibling and he gave him a disapproving glare.

"I'm good at the moment thanks. If you don't mind, I'm g'nna have a look around the room."

"Sure, yeah. You need us to leave or-"

"Stay. I have some questions for ya."

"Ok," Sam responded. He had no qualms with telling the stranger whatever he needed to know, but his brother, he'd rather not answer strange questions to what Dean considered to be a strange man.

"Where about did you see yer wife?"

Sam extended his arm out and pointed to the spot Jessica had been the night before. "And how would you say she looked?" The agent pulled something from inside his suit jacket and proceeded towards where he was pointing.

"She looked...beautiful."

"I mean her appearance. Was she pale? Transparent, maybe?"

Sam could feel his brother's eyes on him, waiting for an answer.

The younger man licked his lips, "yes sir."

"Pale or transparent?"

"Both. It was almost as though she-" he stopped himself. If it sounded ridiculous to himself, there's no way that either the agent nor his brother would find it normal.

"She what?" Agent Willis asked turning to face Sam as well.

"I don't know," he shook his head.

"I can't help if you don't tell me."

"She...It was almost like she was...floating."

Dean scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, Sam avoided making eye contact.

"Somethin' funny?" The older man challenged, glaring over at the shorter man.

"How much had you had to drink that night Sam?" He asked.

"That's not what this is Dean, I've told you already," Sam snapped.

"This is the shit I'm talking about."

"Look, I know you think I'm crazy, but-"

"You're not crazy Sam." The agent reassured the younger brother as he tucked the device he had been carrying back into his pocket.

"What?"

"I think I'll take you up that offer for food now, if it's still there."

"Yeah, of course. Where to?" Sam asked.

"Yer the native here, you tell me," the agent responded.

"Does the bureau actually allow you guys to eat with non agents?" Dean butted in.

"Why? You plannin' on tattlin'?" The older man challenged.

"Not really my style," Dean shrugged.

"Alright then, lead the way boys."

A/n: Sorry this chapter was short, but I promise things are starting to pick up. After a few months of debating on where I wanted to go with this, I finally have it. Well, a good portion of it. Now I just need to find the time to write.

Guest: I love the way you worded that. Yes, the boys are starting to "poke the bear that is the hunter's life." We will see that even more in next week's chapter. I'm glad you're happy to see Bobby/Robert too! He plays a crucial part in this AU. Thank you so much for being so understanding of my situation. I'm sorry I was unable to write last week. The Convention was phenomenal as always. It's such an amazing opportunity to not only get a chance to talk and/or take photos with/of the actors, but also to mingle with the FAMdom.

Also, thank you so much for your review for "Wish You Were Here." I'd been working on that piece for months believe it or not. Couldn't figure out how to end it. I'm glad you were awestruck. It would have been really cool to see what was going on in his head while he s laying dying in the cabin I agree. I love it and agree fully. It does speak trust between the two to know his brother would never say that to him. I'm glad you liked it so much, thank you for reading and taking the time to review it.

SparksFlyAngel: Lol yep, Bobby's back. I love him too and wow...Thank you so much! It means a lot to me that you think that. I haven't done much writing with him so I was unsure if I was getting him down right. I'm so very happy that I have! Thank you! His teaching time is coming. Maybe not in this chapter, but it's coming. Yeah it's funny, I thought that too. But despite the boys not always getting along, Dean's still looking out for his little brother. I'm so glad you liked this chapter last chapter! Thank you so much for the well wishes about the move and Con. The move's coming along and the Supernatural Con was a lot of fun as always. Thank you again.