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Chapter 38

"What? What makes you think that?" Dean questioned nervously.

"'Cause I saw him. My vision...it was of him," Sam explained closing and reopening his eyes to fix the blur.

"What was he doing?"

"I-I couldn't really tell. I mostly just saw a pair of yellow eyes and I think something with them. A person maybe?" He rubbed at his forehead.

"Is that what you've been seeing when that happens?" The elder brother inquired.

"No. Normally it's flashes of people and most of the time it ends with..."

"With what?"

"Sometimes I see them die," the younger man's gaze floated to the floor. Dean stared at him speechless. "I just wish I knew who they were or what it means or why I saw them."

Sam began to rise from the dirt ground, going slow so as not to get light headed. His brother did the same, watching his sibling cautiously which only caused Sam to look further down. He knew his brother had to still find all of this crazy, even scary, and he didn't want to see that transpire in the way Dean looked at him. Finally he snuck a glance at him and was surprised to see that the elder sibling wasn't giving him the look he had expected. In fact, he wasn't really sure what kind of look he was giving him.

"We'll figure this out Sammy," he said clapping his little brother on the shoulder. Sam nodded but couldn't think of anything else to say, so instead he just soaked in the support. Before either of them could say anything more, Sam's phone went off in his pocket. His brow furrowed as he snatched it up and pressed the button to answer it, placing it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey Sam, long time no talk." The younger Winchester's eyes grew angry.

"Meg. How'd you get this number?" He growled.

"Doesn't matter. This isn't a social call. It appears something very powerful has fallen into your incapable hands. I want it."

Dean had moved himself closer so that he could hear the conversation between his brother and the other line. Sam shook his head.

"We don't have anything, looks like you've got the wrong number."

"Don't play dumb, it's really a turn off."

"Not playing."

"Do I really have to spell it out for you?"

The twenty two year old shrugged, "or you can hang up now and never bother me or my family again."

Meg sighed in agitation and moved to another approach of the subject. The sound of whimpering caught the younger Winchester's attention on the other line.

"Say hello to Sam," he heard the demon say.

"S-Sam?" Sam's eyes widened and his heart began to race at the mention of his name. He'd seen many sides of the person who owned that voice, but scared wasn't one of them.

"Valerie? Let her go you bitch. She has nothing to do with anything."

"She does now, and she's only the start if you don't bring the Colt to me." At those words, Sam's phone nearly slipped from his fingers, causing him to grasp it tighter squeezing his eyes shut as he did.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Bullshit! Now I'm only going to say this once and then if I have to say it again, people you know are going to die starting with this girl and her mother. I'm sending you the coordinates of a location, meet me there with the Colt. I'd say come alone, but we both know that won't happen. You have until tomorrow night and if I haven't heard from you or don't see you there with the gun, necks are going to be snapped. Do I make myself clear?"

The twenty two year old could feel his body filling up with rage as he continued to squeezing the phone until Dean thought for sure it would break and crumble in his grasp.

"Sam?" She inquired clearly causing some kind of discomfort to her hostage.

"Crystal," he snarled through his teeth.

"It's a date then. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, don't keep me waiting." With that the other line dropped and Sam was left still holding the phone to his ear, his body shaking.

"How did that bitch find out about the Colt? We only just found out about it," Dean questioned. Sam shook his head with fire still in his eyes.

"You may have been right about the Harvelle's after all." He turned and marched back to where Ellen, Bill, Jo, Bobby, and his mother were, not bothering to see if Dean had followed him. The elder brother just made it in before Sam slammed the door causing everyone's attention to turn to him.

"Sam, what-" Mary started.

"Alright, which one of you?" He barked looking from Bill to Ellen to Jo.

"What are you talking about?" His mother tried again.

"Which one of you is a demon?!"

Ellen looked offended but it was her husband who spoke. "What the hell are you trying to say boy?"

"I'm not 'trying to say' anything I'm saying it! Which of you is the demon who told Meg about the Colt?!"

All three Harvelle's gave Sam a look that was a mixture of surprise, confusion, and angry.

"Who's Meg?"

"Don't pull that bullshit. I just got a call from her telling me to meet her at some location with the Colt or people are going to die. No one but us seven know about it right? So who told her we have it?"

"I think it'd be best if you and your family leave," Ellen said getting to her feet.

"I'm not going anywhere until I found out who's the snitch! People's lives are in danger!"

"Get your son under control or I will," Ellen threatened rounding on Mary.

"Sam may have a point. Only us seven know, right Bill? Only you were there after you killed the vampires. None where left alive?" Mary inquired.

"None that I saw. But I've never heard of vampires working with demons."

"So someone in this room had to have told Meg," Sam chimed in.

"Now hold on just a minute," Bobby interjected getting to his feet. "Before we go accusin' each other again, there's a way to solve this. Ellen, seven shot glasses if you don't mind. Bill, you got Holy Water I presume?"

"Sure, gallons."

"Great get one and Jo, grab some salt would ya? Everyone gather round the bar. We're takin' Holy Water and salt shots."

Dean made a disgusted face as the Harvelle's got to work on grabbing the items needed.

"What is this going to do?" Sam asked.

"Other than make me lose my lunch," Dean mumbled.

"If you're right and one of us is possessed, then we will know once they take even a sip. It burns the bastards so the moment you see someone sizzlin' you'll have yer demon. If you don't, then you have one hell of an apology to make and explainin' to do."

Once the shots were made and the seven of them were gathered around the bar, they one by one took turns shooting back the demon repelling shots. Other than Dean gagging once he took his, Mary and Sam coughing, and everyone else grimacing, nothing happened. The Harvelle family glared at Sam who's brows were knitted and his eyes were apologetic.

"I'm so sorry you guys, I just-it doesn't make sense. How does she know about the gun?"

"I checked constantly to see if I was being followed. I musta looked like a paranoid mental patient to anyone I drove past, I didn't see anyone tailing me," Bill explained.

"Well we know it's none of us, so onto the next problem. Where are you suppose to be meetin' the demon?" Bobby questioned.

Sam pulled out his phone and opened the text that had been sent to him by an unknown number. He showed it to his friend who took the phone from him and then turned back to Ellen.

"You got a map by any chance?" She nodded and disappeared to retrieve it. "Did she mention anything about the number of bullets left?" Bobby turned back to the youngest Winchester.

"No."

"Here you go," the hostess handed him a map and he brought it to a table and spread it out. Sam hovered over the hunter's shoulder watching him trace his fingers along the states.

"Hoverin' ain't gonna make me figure it out faster you know?"

The twenty two year old backed away slightly. "Sorry."

A few minutes later, Bobby made a curious sound followed by an "well I'll be." Sam immediately was back over him looking down at the map, Dean, Ellen, Bill, Jo, and Mary all went to join them.

"Where is it Bobby?" Ellen asked with a puzzled look on her face. The elder man tapped an index finger on the Harvelle's map in answer. Now it was Bill's turn to speak.

"What's there?"

"That's what I'm about to find out. Got a computer?"

"I have mine in the car," the younger Winchester said. Bobby handed him his keys and Sam rushed to the car.

"If you don't know what's there, why did you sound shocked?" Dean raised his eyebrow at the hunter.

"'Cause whatever's there, it's in southern Wyoming." The elder hunter turned to face Bill with a serious look. "I was tellin' you about those freak thunderstorms and cattle mutilation and how these demonic omens were hitting this State like a tidal wave, remember?" Bill nodded. "Well, we may have gotten our answer. It's been going on all over here," he motioned with his hand around the bottom of Wyoming. "It's like somethin' is gatherin' round."

"That's a nice thought," Ellen murmured.

"Yeah you think?" Dean retorted. "So you mean to tell me that that demon bitch wants my brother to meet up with her and give her the only weapon we know of that can kill the yellow eyed bastard in a place where a bunch of demonic omens are going down?"

Sam re-entered the building with his laptop in his hands. Closing and locking the door behind him, he took a seat at the table closest to Bobby and started It up.

"Alright, can I get those coordinates again?" He peered over at his friend. The hunter gave him the information and a few minutes later Sam's expression changed from focused to baffled. Dean was the first to notice.

"What?" He asked him moving to stand behind his brother where he could see the screen. He allowed his eyes to take in what his sibling had pulled up before his reaction took form in voice and facial expression. "Oh you have got to be kidding me?"

"What is it?" Jo joined the Winchester brothers with everyone else in tow.

"A cemetery," Sam answered.

"That's ominous," Bill commented.

"There's no way you're going to some cemetery to meet with a demon," Dean said turning from the computer screen as though not seeing it made it not exist.

"Dean I don't have a choice, people are going to die if I don't. They have Valerie and Mrs. Flores already and I don't even want to know who else they'd come after. Hell, they knew about the Colt somehow, what's stopping them from coming for the Harvelle's next or Mom or Bobby or you again? I can't let that happen, I won't let innocent people I know and care about die. So one way or another, I'm going."

"Well not alone you aren't," the elder Winchester brother shot back. Sam shook his head and got to his feet, his eyes locked onto his sibling.

"Dean-"

"Don't even think about trying to puppy dog your way out of this. I'm not going to stand around this fucking place or Bobby's or where ever, hiding out somewhere while you're off meeting up with demons."

"I need you and Mom to be safe. I can't risk either of you getting hurt or worse because of me," Sam explained his eyes growing more sincere. "I already nearly lost you once to demons, I can't do that again."

"I can't be any more plain than this, I'm going rather you like it or not."

"Hold on," Mary spoke up. "You're both crazy if you think I'm letting either of you go to this cemetery to hand over the Colt to a demon! Especially one that had a hand in nearly killing Dean. What the hell is wrong with you two?"

"Mom, I have to do this."

"You can't just go in there blind Sam," Bobby added. "Let's say you go, then what? You just hand it over and think that once Meg has the gun she's gonna just let your friends go? Chances are she'll kill them anyways. You'll give her all the aces she needs and we don't even know why she wants the Colt. This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard!"

"Bobby's right," now Ellen spoke up. "It's too dangerous Sam. We can't just let you hand over the weapon that Daniel gave his life for to a demon. You'd be dooming us all."

"What if he wasn't giving up THE Colt?" Bill thought out loud.

"What?"

"There's a pawn shop not too far from here. They sell all kinds of things there, including guns."

"Are you seriously suggesting we give my son a fake Colt and have him hand that over instead?" Mary asked taken aback. "What happens if she doesn't fall for it? You must be insane if you think I'm sending my boy into a death trap. And even if we do manage to trick her, what then?"

"Mary has a good point Bill. If the demon knows it's a fake, he'll be dead before he so much as opens his month or moves a muscle," Bobby informed.

"We just need her to be distracted by it long enough for someone to as discreetly as possible say the incantation to send the bitch back to Hell," Bill explained.

"Except I know Meg better than that," Sam started. "She won't be alone."

"As long as her company stays in earshot, we should be able to take them out too."

"This plan isn't exactly fool proof," Mary replied shortly.

"It's something at least," Bill argued.

"It's not a very good something," she countered. "How'd you feel if I offered you the same suggestion but it was your daughter who we were dangling in front of the demon like bait on a hook?"

Ellen opened her mouth but it was the youngest Winchester who spook.

"I don't have time for this!" He shouted looking from Ellen to his mother. "Mom, I know you don't like this plan and I know it's not a good one. But it's kinda all we got and I'm on limited time." Sam brought his attention to Ellen's husband. "Think you can get the gun and be back relatively quickly?"

"If I leave now, I should be back in a half hour or so."

"Please, hurry." The man nodded and dashed from the roundhouse out the door. Sam turned back to his mother sighing sympathetically when he saw her. Mary's watery eyes were fixed on the floor and the corner of her lips were turned down. "Mom," her youngest placed either hand on her shoulders trying to will her gaze to meet his. Finally she managed to bring her eyes to peer up at him. "It's going to be ok. I'm not going to let anything happen to any of us ok? Trust me, everything's going to be alright. I promise." His mother sniffed and shook her head.

"I'm so sorry Sam, this is all my fault. I never meant for this to happen," she sobbed. Sam pulled his mother to him and engulfed her with a tight embrace. "Don't say that Mom. This isn't your fault, it's that yellow eyed bastard's. As soon as I get rid of Meg and save my friends, he's next."

"You mean as soon as we get rid of Meg."

The younger Winchester opened his mouth to reject his sibling's words, but closed it upon seeing the challenging glare that accompanied them.

"You boys aren't going anywhere without me," Mary replied crossing her arms.

"Mom-"

"I'm your mother, you have to do as I say and I say if you two are really going to do this, I'm coming too."

"Make that four," Bobby raised his hand. The Winchesters all stared over at him.

"Oh no Bobby, you've done enough for us already. I can't have you risk your life," the twenty two year old argued.

"Well that's too damn bad. None of you are the boss of me and someone who knows what their doin' has gotta watch over you idjits."

Sam scoffed and grinned, "well then thank you again Bobby."

"You owe me when we get outta this demonic pickle," the elder man teased.

"I've owed you since we got to your house," the youngest Winchester corrected his friend. He turned towards Ellen and Jo. "And I owe you all an apology for thinking you were possessed or untrustworthy."

"You can apologize after we make it out alright." Jo's eyes grew wide.

"What?"

"Ellen we've got this."

"Like it or not Sam, I'm going with you too. You can use all the man power you can get it."

"You sure Bill will be ok with that?" Bobby inquired raising a doubtful eyebrow.

"I don't gave a rat's ass if he's ok with it. I'm my own person and I make my own decisions. You know me better than that Bobby." Her hands were placed on her hips giving her a "no nonsense" appearance.

"If you're sure, then thank you Ellen," Sam smiled.

"We look out for our own."

"My boys aren't hunters," Mary clarified.

"They're gearing up to take on demons, close enough. Jo, you stay here and keep an eye on the roundhouse with Ash. He should be back any minute now."

"Once Bill gets back we should head out," Sam declared.

Dean nodded, "then the fun begins."

A/n: Hey guys I just wanted to pop on with some important information about what is going on. So, I've once again caught up to myself and whereas I know where this story is going to end and I have it more or less mapped out in my head, I don't have it typed up yet. With that being said its very highly that I won't be posting next week and quite possibly the following week.

However that's not all. As I mentioned I know how the story is going to end and although I've had a few different endings in mind, I settled on one months back when I had had a sequel in mind so I'm sorry if anyone is not happy with it. I obviously don't want to give anything away as we draw closer to the big finale but what I will say is this story does not have a happy ending. I will post warnings during chapters where I feel they are needed of course, but I just wanted to let everyone know now so that you are prepared or if you don't want to read a not happy ending, you have a chance to discontinue. I think it should be another five or so chapters left until "He's My Brother" comes to an end. I'm not yet sure if I'm going to get a chance to write the sequel I was talking about, but should there be any updates on it, I'll be sure to keep you posted for anyone who would be interested. Thank you all so very much for all your support and your interest, time, and for those who leave them, all of your reviews. I hope you all had a wonderful New Year's Eve and Day as well as a happy new year in general.