Supernatural does not belong to me, although I wish it did. I am simply playing in Kirpke's sandbox for a bit. All rights and ownership are the property of Kripke and the CW network. I am not making any money from this; it is for my own personal pleasure.

Synopsis: Set at the start of Season One, Dean had been in a wheelchair since his father disappeared more than a year ago and he finally has to tell Sam… There'd been an accident that night and Dean had paid a very high price….one he still doesn't understand. The story will have some hunts from season one and possibly into season two…the brothers will continue their search for their father…there will be alterations to the hunts to accommodate Dean's new situation. I have every intention of returning Dean to good health before this ends…but getting there is going to be bumpy.

Please keep in mind that I do not have a Beta, so all grammatical errors are my own. Not Slash. Brotherly love and Angst only…

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Chapter 13

Yin and Yang

Dean stared at Sam with a bit of a blank look on his face…he didn't know what to say…he had known that the visions seemed to center around him getting hurt. He still had no clue why his brother was able to see things that involved him. But he definitely hadn't seen this one coming….and judging by Sam's elevated breathing and his weary red rimmed eyes…they were certainly not going to Chicago. As much as Dean wanted to track this lead…he wasn't willing to subject Sam to this. "Okay Sam…we won't go." He said softly as Sam continued to stare at him, his eyebrows drawn together and nodding his head slowly. The pain was still lancing through his head making his vision a bit blurry, his brother's face swimming in the watery image his eyes were shooting back into his brain…but he was pushing it off as he stared at his older brother….gratitude written in every fiber of his being.

"I still want to find dad, Dean. I just can't lose you in the process." Sam said quietly and looked away for a moment before hauling his gaze back at his brother's concerned green eyes. He sniffed and ran his sleeve over his nose and then he nodded and moved to stand up, Dean's eyes tracking every move that he made.

"You're not gonna lose me Sam…" Dean said softly as he watched Sam head into the kitchen in search of water and some aspirin for the headache that Dean was sure he must have. Sam didn't hear the comment, but Dean now knew that his little brother was worried about that and he was going to do everything in his power to ensure that that outcome never happened. But they did need to find their father and he needed to know how he was involved in whatever their father seemed to have gotten him into. It still didn't sit well that somehow he'd been used as a bargaining chip with demons or witches…or whoever. Be he needed the truth…and so did Sam.

"Sam…?" Dean called as he reached behind his hips and pushed himself back up so he was sitting on the couch again, shifting his legs and then covering them with a blanket…he knew that he did that…tried to cover them more often than not…it meant that he didn't have to look at them.

"Yeah?" Sam answered as he walked back into the room; his eye's narrowing to ensure that less light infiltrated his pain filled eyelids. He sank down wearily onto the couch at the other end from Dean and turned to look at his brother. Dean was dismayed to see that the white around Sam's right eye was blood red, where the blood vessels had popped due to the intensity of his last vision. He sighed and looked away for a moment as he tried to calm the increasing worry that building in his system the more he looked at Sam and the physical damage that these visions were doing to his little brother.

"What else did you see in that dream Sam? Besides me dying…" he asked as he glanced back up at Sam carefully looking for any reactions that might indicate that his brother was getting ready to lie to him. It wasn't that he didn't think Sam would talk to him, but he was wondering if there might be some clues in that dream that could help them without either of them having to die…because that was not something either of them wanted to see happen.

Sam looked as if Dean had just hit him in the head with a brick…he sputtered into the water glass and started coughing as he tried to control the involuntary reaction of his throat to the introduction of water into the wrong pipe. Dean started pounding Sam on the back, "Whoa…slow down there Sammy…." He said as he waited for Sam to stop coughing. A few moments later he finally gained control of his sputtering and then looked at Dean, his eyes were watery but clear as he pressed his lips together. He was stalling…Dean recognized the technique and he wasn't going to allow Sam to do that.

"No Sam…come on man…what happened? You gotta give me more than just the fact that I die." Dean said as he sat back and folded his arms across his chest.

Sam opened his mouth and then popped it shut again as he looked at his brother in rising irritation. "Isn't the fact that 'you die' enough…" he said with disbelief. He was currently shaking his head and looking at Dean through the fringe of his bangs.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows and breathed in deeply, this wasn't coming out right. "Yes it is Sam…I just…please tell me what happened…" He was staring at his little brother and what he saw both scared and warmed his heart. Sam was worried about him…he was concerned about his older brother's future.

Sam closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with the palms of his hands. "It was a demon Dean. She told you…that if you stayed she would let me…go…" Sam's voice hitched and he stopped to gain control again.

Dean knew what he had done…it was what he would do every time if Sam were in danger… "I stayed didn't I?" he said quietly.

Sam nodded and sniffed again.

"She didn't let you go?" Dean asked softly. He didn't want to scare his brother into clamming up on him. He really did want to understand what Sam had seen and how they could use it to their advantage and maybe get ahead of this thing.

"She…she…said you were in…Hell…" Sam chocked out and the tears were running down his cheeks again as he was immediately transported to that warehouse and the image of Dean's broken body was swimming in front of his eyes. He closed his eyelidss as the emotions threatened to overwhelm him.

It was nearly killing Dean to watch his little brother suffer like this. He'd never been good at watching Sam hurt, whether by injury or just the intense cruelty of humans. But knowing that he'd caused this breakdown…that was nearly killing him inside. And the fact that he was going to continue to question Sam…well that was the most difficult thing he'd done since he'd learned he was paralyzed. But they needed answers and Sam had them… "I'm not going to Hell…Sam. But we do need to know what we're up against here." He leaned over and gently placed his hand on Sam's knee. "Is there anything else you saw that can help us here?" His green eyes were earnest and his guard was down, allowing Sam to see the fear and the anger that was welling just beneath the surface…like a volcano waiting to explode and simply building strength.

Sam nodded. "She said they have a plan…for both of us." He whispered as he looked up tentatively at his brother. Dean's eyebrows rose nearly into his hairline, he really didn't like the sound of that. A plan? For both of them? "She talked about demons called Daeva's …they were the ones that…k…kil…killed you." He stuttered out.

Dean nodded and blew out a breath as he brought his hands up and ran them through his hair. "Ancient demons…those damn things are almost impossible to control…"

Sam cut him off… "You said that then too Dean…she told us 'unless they were being controlled by another demon'." His voice was getting stronger as he moved more into a recounting of the vision instead of an actual visual recollection.

Dean raised one eyebrow. "So demons can control other demons…good to know." He rolled his eyes at that particular piece of information…just what they needed demons that could be put on a leash.

Neither boy saw Bobby leaning against the banister near the base of the staircase. He'd been listening since Dean had asked about the vision. He stepped into the room now as he added something to the conversation that he thought that they should know. He hadn't gone to bed earlier; he'd pulled some really old, not mention rare, books and done some reading trying to understand exactly what was happening to Sam. And what he'd found out didn't make him feel all warm and fuzzy. These two boys were in more danger than either of them had any clue. "I think I know why they want you two…" he said as he sank into the chair behind his desk and looked each Winchester in the eye as he poured three glasses of scotch and watched as Sam stood to grab the glasses, handing one to Dean and then downing the amber liquid.

"Okay…a little more to go on would be great here Bobby." Dean quipped as the older hunter narrowed his blue eyes and tilted his head to the side. "Sorry…" Dean said quietly.

"What did you find Bobby?" Sam asked as he set the empty glass on a table next to the couch.

"Well, I was reading some of the more rare books that I have and they talk about a particular spell that will allow demons to walk freely among us…no longer bound to possessing a body…but with all the same abilities…and it requires two people of the same blood lineage. It's called 'Sed Paribus Seperant'…Separate but Equal. One is born to the light and one is born of the dark…they are essentially yin and yang…one is light with a little dark and the other is dark with a little light. But they must be 'prepared'…one is fed demon blood when very young and the other…well the other does time in Hell…the whole 'righteous man' thing. Lore says…that the one born of darkness will sacrifice the one born of light…" He trailed off when he saw the absolutely horrified looks that the brothers were giving him. Sam looked like he wanted to throw up all over the floor and Dean looked as though Bobby had just fed him a salad or something equally healthy…he was…just green…and his eyes were wide with surprise. "Each side of the lineage has the choice…they can use their bond for good or evil…but they are strongest when together…weakest when separated. Apparently is has something to do with their souls…separate but equal parts of one soul in two bodies." Bobby had started to wonder about this rare piece of lore when he'd learned of Sam's visions; if this might be the case with the boys…he'd really hoped that he was wrong. But knowing what he knew now…he wasn't…and knowledge was power. So he'd made the decision to tell the boys about this and they were going to move heaven and earth to ensure that neither Winchester brother was lost.

Sam's eyes shot up and collided with Bobby's. "Are you saying that I have demon blood in me?" he rasped out as he looked over at Dean. Dean's eyes were wide and he was also staring at Bobby...waiting for an answer to that very plausible question.

Bobby exhaled with great effort and leaned his elbows on the desk top. "Yeah...I think that's why your mother died that night Sam...I'm pretty sure it was a demon and that they were after you then...but Mary walked in..."

Sam's eyes were panicked as he considered that he might be somehow responsible for the death of their mother when he'd been six months old. He looked to Dean...part of him was terrified that Dean would blame him for losing their mother. But he saw nothing but love and worry in his older brother's emerald green eyes...he looked sad, but that was it...there was no blame or anger directed at Sam.

The Winchester boys were of the proper lineage…and they were also soul-bound. It was the only way that Sam would be seeing things that had happened to Dean…because it was happening to the other part of his soul…they were inextricably connected. "I think that's why Sam keeps seeing stuff involving you Dean." Bobby finished.

"Wait…are you saying that Sam and I are soul-mates?" Dean asked incredulously as he looked at Sam and shook his head. Because there was no way that that could be what this whole thing was about…he and Sam…they were amazingly close for brothers…but that was it. He knew that beyond a shadow of doubt he and Sam were both only interested in the fairer sex. So this whole thing sounded seriously 'wonky' to him.

"No…not soul-mates…soul-bound. It's different Dean. I'm not saying that you're romantically linked to your brother you idget. Cuz, I'm pretty sure that's illegal in all 50 states… I'm saying that you are bound through your blood and that you share parts of one soul. It's actually a pretty old idea…normally you see it referred to in the Japanese culture…sometimes Chinese. But it doesn't usually have anything to do with people…they generally refer only to its use as energies…being light or dark. In your case…it's the energy of the soul." Bobby said as he watched the two brothers blink rapidly and try and wrap their heads around a whole new twist to their already seriously messed up lives.

"So what does this mean?" Sam asked. He was watching Dean really closely, trying to gage how his brother felt about this whole idea. Right now…he couldn't tell a damn thing that Dean was thinking. He had that wall so firmly in place that Sam might need C-4 to break through it.

"It means we need to do a lot more research and then we need to talk to John and find out exactly what he did…if indeed he did anything." Bobby said as he watched his boys. He'd thought of them as his for a long time now…ever since John had shown up on his doorstep with a 9 year old Dean and a 4 year old Sam and asked what he knew about demons and the supernatural. As he watched the men that those children had grown into…he couldn't have been prouder of who they had each become. Despite his injury Dean was still trying to save people that were less fortunate than himself and Sam…well he might be one of the smartest men that Bobby had ever met. And the bond between these two…it was growing every day that they were together. It was that bond that was making them a target for the supernatural in the universe. But one thing that Bobby was absolutely sure of…they would not be getting their hands on these boys…not if he had anything to say about it…and damn-it, he was going to have something to say about this. "We are going to get a head of this." He said sincerely.

TBC…

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay on the chapter. Needed to determine exactly which direction I was going to take this in. So it's going to involve a lot more Bobby and eventually John will be making an appearance…although Sam isn't going to be too receptive to that. Thanks for reading.

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