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After Sam's disastrous driving, they finally made their way to a bar. It was a way to unload, especially after difficult cases or while they had nothing else to do but wait. And sometimes, the wait was particularly long. Not every case went as smoothly, but there was room for a challenge every once in a while.

"Here you go, guys" the cute waitress smiled at them as she brought them their beers.

"You know, do me a favor, sweetheart. Would you bring me a cheeseburger with extra bacon? And fry an egg on top of it, would you?"

"Absolutely."

"Ooh, that – that sounds good. Ditto" those words actually came out of Sam's mouth.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Sam?"

"W-what do you mean?" Gary stuttered. He should've done more research before getting himself into this. It's not like there was a manual on how to act like the Winchesters. He had snooped as much as his skillset allowed him to, asked around. It wasn't a lot to go on, just a rumor here and there. Besides, those two really didn't seem like your regular chaps. There was something seriously off about them, if you don't count the weird lifestyle they lead. Gary didn't witness too much of it, but the crappy motel room was daunting. The ride was sweet though.

"Bacon cheeseburgers now?" Dean's face formed in confusion.

"I don't know. I eat them, don't I? Anyways, we are celebrating." he makes a toast.

"Yeah, I guess. Another one bites the dust. Nice work today."

"You too. I had a, uh, really awesome day, man. Seriously." he downs his drink "Whoo! Sweet."

"A really awesome day?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

"It was a random, D-list ghost hunt. That's – that's awesome to you?"

"I can't be in a good mood?"

"Yeah, I guess, I just... No, actually. It's not really your style, Sam."

The waitress comes back with their burgers, puts them on the table and sets off. "Here you go, enjoy."

"Mmm thank you" it looked delicious. "Wow, you know, is it just me, or are we actually drinking together?"

"We don't do it that often, huh?"

"Yeah, you could say that. Always with that healthy lifestyle."

"Well, we should. You're a good guy, Dean."

"Oh, you are drunk." It's not that he wasn't used to receiving compliments from Sam, but the tone he said it in seemed off. Even so, it was more often on occasions such as cuddling, after a difficult hunt or when Dean did something nice to him. This was...random.

"No, but I mean it. You really are a good guy."

"Thanks baby." he smirked.

Gary was trying to take a bite out of his burger, and as soon as he heard that he started choking. At first he thought he misheard, or maybe that's what he wanted to make himself believe. But the smirk he saw gave it away. Maybe it was just a joke, meant to tease him? Dean did give off that kind of personality. Something in the way he said it though, sent alarms going off in Gary. It could he that he was just another awkward and inexperienced teenager. Hadn't had things figured out yet.

Within a second Dean got up, worried. "Hey, hey!" before he could approach him and try to help, Gary got up and mustered the strength to utter a few words "M fine, be right back." he ran off out of Dean's sight. Every instinct in him screamed to go after him, but if Sam said he was fine, he was fine. He was aware of his overly protective actions and attitude. It could annoy just about anyone if they had to put up with it everyday.

Patience wasn't his strongest suit when it came to his little brother. The seat across him stood empty, and enough was enough. Looking around, he saw Sam at the bar talking to some woman. He couldn't make out her appearance much. Only notable thing were here blond locks from behind. It reminded him of Mary when he was a child.

Gary's flirting skills were a laughing stock. But thanks to his new appearance, he didn't need them. He scored with basically just sitting there and looking pretty. And pretty he was. Crystal was gawking at him like a predator at the bar. She wasn't the only one that laid eyes on him. It was hard not to notice the few women that gave obvious interested looks when they entered the bar.

"There you are! What are you doing?"

The rough deep voice scared Gary "I-I was just getting a drink."

"At the bar? Sam you were choking! Would've been nice if you let me know you're okay, instead of leaving me there like some dumped teenage girl."

"I'm sorry."

"What is he-?" Crystal tried to interrupt and get back on the prowl but the stance and anger in the stranger agitated her. Whatever they had going on, she did not want to get in-between. That pretty face wasn't that worth it.

"Whatever let's just get out of here". he tugged at Sam's sleeve. Gary, not wanting to cause any more suspicion, decided to go with him. Getting lucky would have to wait some other time. He had the power now, knew how to do it. There was no rush.

The drive back to the motel was awkward to say the least. The radio was silent, so was Dean. His expression in a frown, focused on the dim and empty road in front of him. Gary wasn't quite sure what to do but surely he looked like someone not to be provoked. He made the decision to stay silent, and hoped once the engine was off things would settle.

Clicking the key, Dean opened the door and made his way first in the room. Once Gary turned around and shut the door behind him, he was hit with an unexpected force. To his surprise, he wasn't knocked down or harmed in any way. The older man had his face buried in his shoulder, arms tight around him, reeking of beer and old leather. Maybe Gary would've preferred his expectation.

"W-what?"

"Don't do that to me! I thought something happened to you." his arms dropped down around the waist. Was this guy really that paranoid? Gary was gone for less than 10 minutes. That's not too long to be in the bathroom. Remembering what these guys do, and the type of nightmares they've seen, it wasn't that irrational. Two men, alone in the world with nothing to lose but each other.

"S-sorry Dean. Didn't mean to worry you." he stood there, with arms loose and sweat on his temples.

Pulling away from the hug, the angry expression was gone and it was replaced with a more neutral one. What a relief. He thought he was done for. This guy was a bigger fool than he thought. Now all he had to do was keep it up, wait for him to fall asleep and be out of here.

"I'm tired, lets just go to bed." he sounded exhausted.

"Y-yeah."

Sigh. What stubbornness. This guy wouldn't quit. Gary actually had to pretend he was sleeping now? He got this far, he didn't want Nora and Trevor being mad with him. He had enough to deal with as it is.

Dean made his way into the bathroom quickly, leaving him alone. Did these two even wear anything to sleep? Looking around, he stumbled upon duffle bags. He opened one of them and started digging through. Most of it was just flannel and worn out jeans that should've been tossed out a while ago. Right under all that were some clean t-shirts and sweat pants. They looked really big, definitely not his real size. Zipping it back up, he tossed him on when he felt a hot breath against his neck.

"Sammy." he exhaled into him.

Gary completely froze. This was not normal. Why was Dean behind him, wrapping his arms around him like that? His body started shaking when Dean pressed a kiss near his ear, stubble scratching the delicate skin.

Luckily, Dean pulled away and made his way to one of the beds, getting underneath the sheets. Thinking it was over, Gary slowly walked to the other bed. Before he could get near it, a long spread out arm interrupted his sight. He was inviting him in the bed. They're two grown men, and they sleep in the same bed together. He was really testing and pushing his limit. If he knew this was how it's gonna be, Gary would've never done this. Instead he would just close up that book and hide it away somewhere forever.

Gulping and seemingly to have no other choice, the taller man joined him. Once into the bed, he turned his back towards Dean and tried to scoot over as far as possible. Except of course, that didn't do anything. Heavy weight pressed against him from behind and the familiar but disturbing hot breath blew against his neck. So, either this Dean guy was overly sensitive when it came to his brother, or there was something else going on here. He really didn't want to consider that option, and prayed he would just fall asleep soon so he can escape the uncomfortable grip.

Not a minute after, the weight started pressing against him even more until he felt something rub against his backside. He gasped when he felt cold hands poke at the waistband of his sweats, trying to gain access underneath. Enough was enough.

"Stop!" he showed the hand away, darting forward and out of the bed.

"What?! What's wrong?"

"You! He's your brother! What kind of a sicko are you?"

In a span of a few seconds, Dean pulled out his gun that he kept under the pillow and pointed it at him.

"Where's Sam?"

"In my – my friend's basement. His parents are out of town." with a gun pointed at him, he had to answer what he was asked.

"Parents? How old are you?"

"17."

Before he could say anything again, he was knocked unconscious. A familiar face entered the room, if you don't count the black eyes that took up the entire sclera. The demon wearing Nora as a meatsuit spoke to Gary.

Not sure how much time has passed, Dean regained consciousness again. He managed to pull out the knife and try to sneak up to use it. His arm caught, his face laid on the ground as the demon kicked him as hard as it could. Without any other choice, and blood dripping down his face Dean opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, a surprise came ringing.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus."

"What was that?"

"Uh, n-nothing."

Were you trying exorcize me?! You little piece of crap!" she grabs Gary by the throat and lifts him off the ground.

"Spiritus, omnis satanica potestas."

'Omnis incursio infernalis adversii."

'Omnis congregatio."

"Et secta diabolica."

"Ergo, draco maledicte."

"Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire."

'Te rogamus. Adios, bitch!"

The black thick smoke probed Nora's throat and disappeared into the air as she fell to the ground.

Sam was sat across Gary, who had a bowl in front of him. He dropped some powder in it, causing it to flare up. When the flames extinguish, the transformation is complete. Brushing his arms across his body, Sam got up and stirred to the mirror.

"So, we good?"

"Yeah. We're good. Oh, man, it's nice to be back." Sam proclaimed.

"Yeah..."

"So... ." Dean cleared his throat. "Gary."

'I know – my bad."

"My bad"? Kid, "my bad" ain't gonna cut it. See, if you were of voting age... you'd be dead. Because we would kill you. So either you straighten up and fly right or we will kill you. Are we clear?"

"Crystal."

'Good."

When they made their way with the impala to Gary's house, he jumped right out and ran away. Sam wanted to confront him, having lived his bad excuse of a life. But the kid just shut the door behind them, not a word spoken.

"Poor kid, probably traumatized."

"Yeah you can say that." Dean was not amused.

Upstairs, Gary shut himself in his room. Miraculously he didn't wake his parents. He so did not want to go through explaining himself right now. He just wanted to get in bed, and hope when he wakes up this entire day was just a dream. Pulling the covers, the slightly lit streetlight caught his attention. Outside, two tall figures remained still. The cold night air brushed against their faces as they stood next to each other in the darkness, small flares of light illustrating their features. It was late, most of the residents have gone to sleep. The taller one leaned in, capturing the other in a kiss. They melted against each other into one. It almost felt like a big screw you in the face. He shook his head in disgust, and retreated away from the horrifying view.

Car lights gleamed the asphalt, sound of doors closing behind. Dean starts the engine. "Rock 'n' roll Never Forgets" plays loudly, evading the silence of the quiet night. It probably woke somebody up, but it didn't matter. Dean just got his brother back.

"Oh, come on, man. Turn it down." Sam scoffs.

"Welcome back, sweetheart." he did as he was told, never thought he'd be happy listening to Sam's bitchy voice.

Along the ride, just to make sure, Dean dropped down his hand on Sam's thigh. This time, he was greeted with a smile and a gentle squeeze as their fingers intertwined. The familiar touch that made his heart beat every time. That was his baby brother alright.

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Sam had insisted Dean to wait up for him, but of course the stubborn bastard wouldn't listen. He should've been used to that by now, but he couldn't help but make out a bitch face every time. Every once in a while they are blessed with a simple milk run job, but knowing their life and luck, it seems that it goes side ways. Dean was the more optimistic one, or maybe he just had a bigger death wish, Sam thought. Better safe than sorry to bring in backup, no matter the case. But all there was now was just the static beep echoing through Sam's ears as he was hung up on.

The roar of the impala stopped at what seemed to be an old abandoned factory. The dim light of Dean's flashlight briefly illuminated the room, followed by creaks of old doors that haven't been opened since god knows when. Walking through an office, with file cabinets positioned in the corners, drops of water broke the silence as they fell from the rusty ceiling.

He didn't see the figure as he walked by the hall. Big weight pins him against the wall, causing his flashlight to flee from his hand onto the floor. The attempt of using his knife was a failure, as his right hand got pinned to the wall. The night sky made clear of the image in front of him. The Djinn was bald, with blue tattoos covering his body. Blue glow emerged on his eyes and left hand, as he raised it and placed it on Dean's forehead. The fallen man's eyes roll up and tint a blue hue as he falls unconscious.

Dean wakes up, bare-chested, and wearing a necklace that is not the amulet; he sees an apparently nude woman lying next to him. His first instinct was to smirk to himself, feeling proud. But he remembered the commitment he and Sam made to each other, so instead all he got was a look of horror and terrible guilt on his face. He must've been drunk or something, but whatever the case was, a good idea would be to bolt the hell out of there before she wakes up. And call Sam, maybe he would know something.

The expression Sam made was clearly, worried as he saw whose name was on the dial.

"Dean?"

"Sam?"

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. I don't know where I am".

"What? What happened?"

"Well, the uh, the Djinn. It attacked me".

"The gin? You're ... drinking gin?"

"No, asshat. The Djinn. The ... scary creature. Remember? It put its hand on me and then I woke up ... next to some hot chick..."

"Who?" Sam can't help but laugh at that. "Carmen?"

"Who?"

"Dean, you're drunk. You're drunk-dialing me."

"I am not drunk. Quit screwing around!"

"Look, it's late. All right, just get some sleep and, um, I'll ... see you tomorrow. OK?"

"Wait, Sam! Sam!"

Sam hangs up, and flips his phone down, laughing a little. This was nothing new from Dean. He sighs and slams shut a book, "CRIMINAL LAW & PROCEDURE ".

None of this made sense. Dean puts his phone back in his pocket, frustrated, and looks around. He sees an envelope, and picking it up, sees that it is addressed to:

"CARMEN PORTER 53 BARKER AVE

LAWRENCE, KS 66044"

"Lawrence?"

The next two envelopes are addressed to Dean, same address as Carmen's.

"What the hell?"

"Honey? What are you doing up?"

"Hey. Carmen. Carmen, uh, I just uh..."

"Aw, you can't sleep, huh?"

"Yeah, heh heh."

"Well, why don't you come back to bed and let's see if I can do anything to help."

"Uh sure. Yeah. In a minute. You - you, you go ahead." that little voice in his head kept screaming for her to go away, hoping that he will wake up any second from this, whatever this was.

"OK. Don't stay up too long."

"No."

She leaned in closer to him, obviously wanting to go in for a kiss. Dean pulled back, seeing her bewildered face. He had to come up with something. "It's the alcohol, yeah.."

Thankfully it looked like she bought it, as she rolled her eyes and walked away into the room.

Dean goes to a bookshelf, sees a photo of Carmen, and another of the two of them embracing. He turns and sees something else shocking – another photo – and drops it, small pieces of glass shattering on the floor as it breaks. Turning on his heel in a hurry, as he leaves the room.

After sharing a moment with his mom, Dean admit to himself that maybe this place wasn't that bad. She made him her famous PB&J sandwich and he lost himself in delight, savoring every last bit of it as if it was his last meal on earth. She looked just like he remembered her. They lived a normal family life. No demons or anything. And John died of naturally causes. Who would've thought he would miss something he never even had. It all felt surreal to him, but that desperate side of him wanted the show to go on.

The sleep after she told him she loved him was more than peaceful. Birds chirped outside as their songs made their way to his ears, slowly awakening him. He slept on the couch. It wasn't the most comfortable, but he couldn't think of any other place he'd rather be right now. Sitting up, he wanted to try his luck again. Dialing the number he uses most, all that was heard from the other side was "Hey, it's me. I can't come to the pho-". He hung up.

He knew he had to get to the bottom of this. First he was married which okay, it was maybe believable. A drunk night in Vegas or something, after having a really bad argument with Sam. Maybe this was his way of getting some kind of messed up payback? Drunk version of him always had some crazy ideas.

But Mary too? He knew he didn't make a deal with a demon for her. Would any even be willing to negotiate with him anymore? It's not like he had anything left to give. His soul already had a one way ticket to hell. So was it Sam then? He barely even knew Mary so the possibility of him throwing away his soul seemed unlikely. Plus if he did, he would've did it for Dean as he so desperately wanted to.

What better place to look for answers than some university professor?

"Well I don't think I've seen you in my class before."

"You kiddin' me? I love your lectures. You... You make learning fun."

They laugh.

"So. What can I do for you?"

"What can you tell me about Djinns?

Dean and the professor standing over a bunch of books.

"Well, a lot of Muslims believed the Djinn are very real. And they're mentioned in the Koran—"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Get to the wish part."

" What about it?"

"Do you think they could really do it?"

"Um... Uh, no. No, I don't think they can 'really do it'. You understand these are mythic creatures?"

"Yeah, I know. I-I-I know. I know. But uh... I mean in the stories. You know, say you had a wish, uh. But you never even said it out loud. Like that, uh... that a loved one never died. Or that, uh, something awful never happened."

"Supposedly, yes. I mean they have godlike power. They can alter reality however they want. Past. Present. Future."

"Why would the Djinn do it? What, self-defense? Or maybe it's not really evil."

"Son?"

"Hm?'

"You been drinking?"

"Everybody keeps asking me that. But uh... No." Surprisingly.

It was now obvious that he was in a fantasy world. He knew it ever since he woke up to that strange woman, but denial was something characteristic of Dean Winchester. He missed Mary's company. Her wanting to take care of him, like he was some fragile little kid. In his defense he didn't get to experience that much thanks to John. But this was his chance here to do so. Loving the domestic life, he even offered to mow the lawn. Mary was surprised to hear that, but she happily encouraged him as that would save her a lot of trouble.

For a moment, life was good. Dean blasted some music and got to work. He even waved at one of the neighbors that went outside to take put the trash. The wave back he got was a surprised one, but Dean paid no mind to that. He was too caught up in the moment.

All that hard work in the sun earned him a well deserved break. He sat on the front porch, cracking open a beer as unexpected turn of events showed up in front of him.A car drives up and parks at the curb. Two very familiar faces in it.

"I don't believe it" he definitely didn't want to, but had to see what was up. Sam and Jessica were getting out of the car. "Jessica, you're...here."

"Hmm."

"You're here and you're.. all okay. And alive."

Jessica smiled "drinking already huh?" as she made her way past him.

"Sammy."

"Hey." it was a cold one.

"Look at you. You're with Jessica, it's - I don't believe it." the woman he left him for. When he left for Stanford and left him all alone with John. His heart was shattered in pieces, but he tried to move on past that instead of dwelling on it. He knew Sam felt bad about it already. At least his Sam did.

"Yeah."

"Where'd you guys come from?"

"We just flew in from... Califor–"

"California! Stanford. Huh? Law school, I bet."

Sam chuckles, somewhat disapprovingly, motioning to the beer in Dean's hand "I see you started off Mom's birthday with a bang, as usual."

"Wait. Mom's birthday, that's, that's today?"

"Yeah, Dean. That's today. That's why we're here. Don't tell me you forgot."

"Wha..."

The restaurant they were in was fancier than most places Dean has been in his life. They were all sitting at a round table. He gets served a plate with asparagus spears bound into an upright sheaf.

"Wow, that... looks awesome."

"All right. To Mom." Sam raises glass "Happy birthday.

"Happy birthday." Jessica and Carmen followed in sync.

"Thank you."

They all clink their glasses in a cheer.

"To mom." Dean went with it. His attention was quickly altered as he sees over Sam's shoulder the same girl that he saw on campus earlier, when he was almost hit by a car. She looks much filthier this time. Dean sees her, brushes past Sam and walks over. Sam turns around when Dean hits his shoulder while passing by as he passes a lot of people and when he passes the last one, the girl is gone.

Dean turns around and looks at his family, as they stand looking at him, wondering what's up.

After that awkward moment, Dean felt like the only family freak. He was hoping that they would all just move past it and not bring it up again. The door opens as they all enter. The women seem extra cheery, they clearly had a good time.

"So, Dean, what was uh... what was all that back at the restaurant?"

" Ah... I-I thought I saw someone. I'm sure it's nothing."

"Well, I had a lovely birthday. Thank you. Good night."

Jessica and Carmen hum "Good night.

"Night, Mom. Yeah, well I'm beat." Sam turns to Jessica "Ready to turn in?"

"Sure."

"All right. Good night guys."

The thought of Sam going to bed made his blood boil. Even though currently that would make him a big fat hypocrite. "Wait a second. Wait a second. Come on, it's not even nine o'clock yet. Let's uh... Let's go have a drink or something."

"Yeah, maybe another time." Sam wasn't having it.

"Come on, man. Look at us. Huh? We are both still here and alive, mom is healthy and growing old. Let's go celebrate."

Awkward silence. In a normal situation, those words were anything but.

Sam gestured to the women "Guys, can you excuse us? I just want to talk to my brother for a sec."

"Sure." Jessica agreed.

"Thanks."

"Come on, Carmen." The women leave the room and Sam turns to Dean.

"Come here." Sam walks to the other side of the living room, gesturing for Dean to sit down next to him. And of course Dean was eager to follow him like a puppy. "Okay. What's gotten into you?"

" What do you mean?"

"Since when do you call me Sammy? Dean, come on. We don't talk outside of holidays.'

"We don't? Well, we should. I mean, you're my brother."

""You're my brother"?

"Yeah." Dean laughs nervously.

"You know, that's what you said when you snaked my ATM card, or when you bailed on my graduation, or when you hooked up with Rachel Nave.'

"Who?"

"Uh, my prom date. On prom night."

"Yeah, that does kinda sound like me. Well, hey man, I'm sorry about all that." he tries scooting closer to Sam.

"No that, look, that's all right man, I-I just... You know I'm not asking you to change. I-I just, uh, ... I don't know, I... guess we just don't really have anything in common. You know?"

Dean blinks. He sees that Sam is slowly getting up from the couch to leave, so this is his chance to test the waters. He grabs a hold of his arm, trying to keep him in place.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Yes we do. Yes we do". he looks down at the ground before he perks his head up, like he's running out of time and practically bashes his head against Sam's to catch their lips together. But before he could do anything else, a strong hand shoves him away in the other direction.

"Dean?! What the hell is wrong with you? Is this some kind of sick joke?"

"No, I-we..you know."

"Know what?!"

"I thought we were together..."

"Together?! You're sicker than I thought. I really hope you get some help, and for your sake, stay away from me." fury erupted from Sam as he turned his back and rushed to get out of the room. Dean was left sitting alone, heart shattered into pieces again. He knew this place wasn't real, but it really felt like it. Maybe that was just his subconscious deep inside. Telling him what he really was. A sick pervert. He had to get out of there, Mary finding him like that would be the cherry on top. The woman was too smart and could tell when someone was lying. Especially one of her boys. Call it a mother's instinct. There was one place he could go.

After that horrible night, Dean sat alone yet again in the house he shared with his supposed wife. The woman seemed really nice, she worked as a nurse. She put up with his alcoholism and habit of ignoring his problems till they pile up. So clearly there was something special about her. Almost like she was made exactly for him. Too good to be true. With a beer in one hand and the tv remote in the other, he changed the channel to the stock market, cartoon, and then the new (15 KJLT)s. A crashed plane behind a reporter:

"And today marks the anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424".

This gets Dean's attention and he leans forward as he continues to watch.

"Indianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the hundred and eight people who lost their lives..."

"No, no. We stopped that crash."

Another thing that was horribly wrong. Dean shook as he sat in front of his laptop reading headlines that relate to cases he has solved.

Indianapolis Sun, December 5TH, 2005 - FLIGHT 424 CRASHES, 108 DEAD; Tragedy shocks the nation, as emergency crews continue to search rubble:

Nine Children Comatose; ... Mystery illness baffles doctors at Dane County Hospital

Parents mutilated in bed..; ...Brutal double homicide in quiet residential area causes shock

GIRL DROWNS IN HOTEL POOL; Mother devastated after discovering daughter drowned

He catches a glimpse of a passing figure, a woman in white; maybe the same woman he has seen twice now. He gets up to see what it is. He opens his bedroom closet door and sees several female corpses, hanging. A sound punctured the silence and he turns around to see another woman, with a wound in her head, flickering in front of him. Pants, looking shocked, and he turns back around to the closet – to see nothing out of the ordinary.

The crickets chirped in the lonely cemetery. Dean tries to hold back tears as he's standing by John's grave.

JOHN E. WINCHESTER
1954-2006
LOVING HUSBAND & FATHER
REMEMBERED FOREVER

"All of them. Everyone that you saved, everyone Sammy and I saved. They're all dead. And there's this woman, that's haunting me. I don't know why. I don't know what the connection is, not yet anyway. It's like my old life is, is coming after me or something. Course I know what you'd say. Well, not the you that played softball but... "So go hunt the Djinn. He put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness for all those people's lives, no contest. Right?" But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero?" He can't hold back his tears anymore". What about us, huh? What, Mom's not supposed to live her life, Sammy's not supposed to be happy with Jessica? Instead of being stuck with whatever it is we have? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad?"

He pauses as his lips tremble. Silence. The sky is rumbling. "Yeah..." He wipes the tears on his cheeks as he turns around and walks away.

Sam stops in the doorway, leaning looking into the living room. He sees the window open and under it, someone is in one of the cabinets. He decides to go in, swinging. The person gets up and counterattacks, throwing him on the floor. Of course it's Dean.

"That was so easy, I'm embarrassed for you."

"Dean? What the hell are you doing here?"

Dean gets up, letting Sam get up off the floor. They stand in front of the window – soft moonlight portraying their silhouettes on the curtain fueled by the night.

"You have some nerve showing up here again." Sam goes to turn on the light and sees the box with their parents' silverware on the floor, open. "That's Mom's silver."

"Sam."

"What, you... you broke into the house... to steal Mom's silver?"

"It's not what it looks like. OK, I didn't have a choice."

"Oh really? Why? What's so damn important you gotta steal from your own mother?"

"You want the truth?"

"Yeah, yeah I do."

"I owe somebody money." Dean shrugged, that definitely sounded believable to this Sam.

"Who?"

"A bookie. I lost big on a game, I gotta bring him the cash tonight."

"I can't believe we're even related.

"Sam, I'm sorry.

"Yeah.." Sam's voice was quiet.

"I'm sorry that we don't get along. And I'm sorry about last night. But I gotta do this. People's lives depend on it."

He turns around and take a knife from the box."

"What are you talking about, Dean?"

"Nothing. Forget it. Just uh... hey, tell Mom I love her."

Sam frowns, seeing that something is up. Dean goes for the door in the meantime.

"Dean."

"I'll see you, Sammy.

He walks out the door, taking one last look at the house and Sam as he stands in the living room where Dean left him, confused. The impala's engine starts.

Dean is sitting in the car, engine going, thinking. Suddenly the passenger door opens and Sam gets in the car.

"Get out of the car."

"I'm going with you."

"You're just gonna slow me down."

'Tough."

"This is dangerous and you could get hurt."

"Yeah, and so could you, Dean."

"Sam—" even in this universe he was greeted with the infamous bitchface.

"Look, whatever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone. And that's that.

"I don't understand. Why you doing this?"

"Because you're still my brother." Sam sighed, refraining himself from adding the "unfortunately".

"Bitch.

"W–hat are you calling me a bitch for?"

"You're supposed to say jerk."

"What?"

"Never mind."

He puts the Impala in gear and they drive off.

They make their long drive ahead of them. Dean can't help but smile as looks over at Sam who is asleep. In moments like these he would either tease him somehow by pulling a prank, or gently caress his hair, cheek. Whatever he could get his hands on. A part of him could tell Sam knew and enjoyed it, but this Sam probably wouldn't. So je picks up his flashlight and shines it on Sam's face, awakening him startled.

"Where are we?"

"Well, we're not in Kansas anymore" he chuckles at Sam, but since there's no reaction the smile dies "Illinois."

"And you think something's in there?"

"I know it is."

They make their way to the now familiar old abandoned factory. They are walking in somewhat hesitantly, flashlight in Dean's hand.

"See? There's nothing here, Dean."

Dean starts walking down the hallway, same way as last time when he got attacked. Sam closely follows behind.

"Look, Carmen's gotta be worried sick about you, Dean. Come on, let- let's just go."

There's a sound.

"Shh!"

"What the hell is that?" this time Sam takes him seriously, as he himself heard the sounds as well.

"Stay behind me and keep your mouth shut."

Making their way into the big room, they see bodies hanging from the ceiling appearing before them. It's the same bodies Dean saw in his closet earlier.

A drained blood bag is hanging next to one of the bodies.

"What the hell?" Sam gasps.

Dean looks further to the right, and sees the woman that has been appearing to him ever since he entered this universe, hanging like the bodies. They approach her and see another blood bag next to her, filled with blood. Her eyes are open, but she looks close to dead.

"It's her."

Sam looks at the bag and at her wrists that are tied, just like the others as she begins to moan and whimper.

"Dean, what's going on?"

"Shh!" Dean grabs him closer.

The Djinn is coming out. When it comes out from behind a wall and walks up behind the woman, they're gone.

"Where's my dad?" the woman cries "I won't tell ..." she looks at the Djinn. "Don't... Where's my dad."

The Djinn briefly touches her face and puts her to sleep. Blue flares go over her cheek as he strokes her. His eye grow bright blue. "Sleep. ... Sleep." he hums continuously.

Her head falls forward, eyes still open and her feet relax, falling forward again. The Djinn rests his face against her arms, touching her right arm and breathing heavily, eyes closed. He then goes for the blood bag, pulls out one straw and puts it to his mouth, drinking her blood.

Sam sees this and gags in disgust. The Djinn hears, and turns around right away; its eyes flash blue and he begins to move towards their hiding place. But nobody is there.

When a door closes in the background Sam begins to breathe loudly. "This is real? You're not crazy?"

"She didn't know where she was. She thought she was with her father."

"What if that's what the Djinn does? It doesn't grant you a wish, it just makes you think it has."

"Look man. That thing could come back, all right?"

Dean walks past Sam in the opposite direction of the woman. He looks up at a light bulb and it starts to flicker in brighter light. He sees flashes of himself, hanging by his wrists like the woman. He starts to gag, little trouble breathing, probably shock for starting to realize what's going on.

"Dean, please."

"What if I'm like her? What if I'm tied up in here some place? What if all this is in my head?" now he was certain.

Dean walks up to the woman "I mean it could, you know, maybe it gives us some kind of supernatural acid, and then just feeds on us slow."

"No. Dean, that doesn't make sense. OK?"

"What if that's why she keeps appearing to me? She's not a spirit. It's - it's like more and more like I'm catching flashes of reality. You know, like I'm in here somewhere, and I'm - I'm catatonic, and I'm taking all this stuff in but I, but I can't snap out of it."

"Yeah, OK, look. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right. I was wrong. You're not crazy but we – we – we need to get out of here. Fast."

He starts to pull Dean with him. Dean pulls his arm loose, backing away. He is greeted with a weird look as Sam throws his arms out like "what?"

"I don't think you're real."

Sam, agitated, sucks in a breath. "Dude, you feel that?" He leans in, trying very hard to convince him. Dean feels hot breath on his lips as they're met with a familiar presence. "You feel this? I'm real. This is not an acid trip. I'm real, and that thing is gonna come down here and kill us for real. Now, please—"

Dean found himself losing track of his surroundings, finally feeling like home. His real home, not this made up world. He had to break it off. "No, this doesn't make sense. There's one way to be sure."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?" Sam backed off. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no. That's crazy. All right?"

"I know I am. Do you?" Dean smirked at him. "I'm gonna wake up. I just know it."

Before Sam had another chance to speak, Dean turns the knife on himself, takes both his hands to the handle. He thrusts the knife into himself, and blood immediately comes out of his mouth.

"DEAN! DEAN!"

The real Sam walks up to Dean's hanging body from the ceiling like the other woman, eyes open. A blood bag hangs next to him.

"Oh God. Come on." he shakes him. "Hey. Wake up. Wake up, damn it!

He grunts a little, but wakes up with a smile knowing he was right and is back in the real world.

"Hey. Hey."

"Ahh... Auntie Em. There's no place like home."

"Thank God. I thought I lost you for a second." he pulls out the tube from Dean's throat.

"Never."

"Oh god." Sam can't stop breathing heavily "Let's get you down." He reaches up and starts to cut through the rope as Dean winces over the pain and grunts a little. Two bright blue eyes break the darkness behind Sam.

"SAM!"

Sam turns around, going to the Djinn with the knife. The Djinn has Sam for a moment, gets him to drop the knife. Dean tries to pull himself loose, pulling on the rope that Sam had begun cutting. The clearly Djinn gets the upper hand on Sam, and his holding him by the throat. His hand begins glowing blue, and he is moving it toward Sam's forehead, being met with an eager struggle, pushing against his wrist and trying to stop him.

When its hand is almost at Sam's forehead Dean thrusts the knife into the back of the Djinn, turns it and the blue light goes out of its eyes. It closes its eyes, its head rolls down, and when Dean pulls out the knife, it falls to the ground dead.

Sam breathes heavily from being strangled and Dean doesn't look too good, pale and with red-rimmed eyes. But he's always ready to jump at anyone that tries to lay their hand on Sam, even on his last breaths. He walks up to the girl and puts his hand to her neck, feeling for a pulse. A tear rolls down one of her cheeks.

"She's still alive!" handing the knife over to his brother. "Sam..."

"I gotcha. I gotcha. We're gonna get you out of here, OK? I gotcha." he tries to calm her as she makes small wheezing sounds "I got you."

Dean is sitting on the edge of a hotel bed, flipping through a magazine. He sees an ad with a woman lying on the beach, holding a beer – the woman is Carmen, his lover in the Djinn-fantasy.

"OK, uh, thank you so much for the update. OK, bye." Sam hangs up the phone. "That was the hospital. Girl's been stabilized. Good chance she's gonna pull through."

"That's good."

"Yeah. How 'bout you? You all right?"

"Yeah, I'm all right." Dean clears his throat. "You should have seen it, Sam. Our lives. You were such a wussy."

"So we didn't get along then, huh?" Sam chuckles.

"Nah."

"Yeah... I thought it was supposed to, to be this perfect fantasy."

"It wasn't. It was just a wish. I wished for Mom to live. That Mom never died, we never went hunting and you and me just never uh... you know."

"Were together?" Sam clears it up.

"Yeah.." Dean hesitates at first but continues "Actually you even called me sick for it." he chuckles but Sam can sense there's some hurt behind it. He sits down next to Dean and palms his head so it's staring directly into his eyes.

"But you know I'd never think that right?"

Dean gets caught up in those puppy eyes that he swears have godlike power sometimes. "Yeah I just.. "

"Look Dean, this life we have, is anything but normal. I don't ever want you to doubt me like that okay? I will love you no matter what."

That was all the assurance Dean needed. There was no point in extending this dramatic moment or letting Sam in on his insecurities. Seeing him with Jessica, maybe some part of him thought Sam would be happier with her, or anyone that isn't him really. Sam's happiness has always been his priority, and if he had to live with a broken heart, drowning his sorrows with beer and meaningless women that came and went from his life, then that was a price he would be willing to pay.

But in this world, that wasn't the case. Hearing Sam say those words, touch his face and feel his breath against him reminded him how grateful he is that he had this. Maybe this was Dean's version of a perfect world after all. With his soulmate by his side, saving the world together and doing something important.

When he kissed Sam this time, he was met with no hesitation. It felt natural, real. This was his reality. And no one was going to take that away from him. He felt touch starved, like he had been in that fantasy world for too long. His hands started groping Sam all over, and even though Sam gasped, a bit surprised by it, he understood. Dean needed this.

Breaking the kiss, Dean whispered "Bitch."

"Jerk".

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Sam was on his laptop researching Yarrow and Transfiguration Spells when he heard a knock on the door. Suspicious of who could be at the door at this time, he grabbed his gun and cocked it back, ready to aim and fire at whatever threat stood behind it. After a moment he opened the door to a young boy wearing a red hat with an oddly familiar look on his face.

"Yeah?" Sam asked a little confused, wondering what the hell was some teenager doing knocking on his door.

"Hiya, Sammy." Dean answered him, face smirking from ear to ear.

At that, Sam lowered the gun after realizing it’s his brother. He stared at him all shocked. They've seen and been through a lot of things, but this right here was entirely different.

"Dean?"

"Yeah." Dean said as he entered the motel room, leaving Sam still stunned.

He calmly crossed the room and went in the bathroom. Sam closed the motel room door behind him and shook his head, trying to process all of this. His brother went under the bed and pulled out a duffel bag, dumping it on the kitchen table. Sam was still staring at him with his mouth agape.

"W-wait a second. Y-you’re a—"

"Uh-huh." Dean confirmed, as if it wasn't already obvious.

"How?"

"No clue." He loaded up his gun and unloaded it after. "Some scarface-looking dude, bright light." Finally loading it up and cocking it. "Next thing I know, I wake up looking like Bieber."

"Why would someone turn you into—"

"Don’t know." He put the gun in his almost too big pants. "Don’t care. Hey, we got any grenades?"

"What?" Sam was clearly not focused on the same thing Dean was, who tried to walk past him and go out to save Tina. But Sam put a hand out in front of him, stopping him in his way.

"Don’t—Wait, wait, wait. Wait a second. Talk to me."

"Really, Sam? Now? I got no grass on the infield, and a girls’s gonna die. Sorry if I’m not in a chatty mood. Look, you wanted me back in the game. I’m back in the damn game." He had no time to waste, he didn't want to risk her life so he walked past his brother who looked even bigger with him being this size. "Come on."

Right as he was out the door, a middle aged woman holding grocery bags dropped her motel key which Dean was really quick to react to.

"Well…Ma’am, allow me."

He bended down and picked up the key. Perking up and looking at her, the woman was shocked at the young man’s manners. He handed them over to her with a nod and walked to the car. The woman smiled at him when she noticed a taller and older man exit the motel room after.

"Your son is so polite."

Sam looked at her awkwardly but managed to let out a quiet "Thanks."

Dean walked to the driver's seat, and hit the top of the Impala to motion for his brother to get into the car.

"Where are we heading?" Sam really wanted to know.

"Tell you on the way."

Dean got in on the driver's side and Sam on the passenger's as how it often was. Sam didn't really mind it, it meant he could catch up on more sleep anyway. Dean automatically pulled the seat up in the car so he could reach the petals but Sam’s legs get squashed on the dash in the process. That caused a grunt to escape his mouth, seeing as it has never happened before.

"Okay, okay. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Wait, uh… maybe I should drive?"

"Yeah. Yeah."

Dean kept telling Sam about the place that he was taken to, about the weird old man that looked like he came straight out of some horror movie. He explained what happened and that he was rushing to go rescue the girl that he left behind all scared and alone.

"Cake. Why would they give you cake?" Out of all the foods he could be given, that surprised Sam for some reason.

"Well, don’t know. It wasn’t even good cake. Too dry." Dean shrugged, which caused a scoff from Sam. Of course Dean would fall for it, it was food.

He tried to keep his hands on the wheel and eyes on the road, but it was kind of difficult to do that when your older brother was just turned into a teenager. He never realized that something like that was even possible, let alone ever cross his mind.

"What?" Dean noticed him staring.

"Nothing. Okay, not nothing. Look, this is bizarre. Even for us, Dean. This is insane. You—you’re like—what, you’re like 14? How does it even feel?" Sam felt old, as it's been forever since he was a teenager so those memories were long buried with whatever crap they went through all these years.

"Well, I’m me. I’m—I’m old me, but I’m a kid. It’s freakin’ weird, dude. And…" Dean sighed, hesitant to go on further.

"What?"

"There was a Taylor Swift song on the bus that I hopped to the motel, and, uh…I liked it, Sam. I liked it a lot."

"Okay." he wasn't sure what to say to that, who was he to judge what kind of music taste teenage Dean was into anyway.

"My voice is weird, and I’ve got like nine zits, and I have zero control over this." Dean seemed like he was losing his mind as he pointed to his crotch area. "I mean, it’s up. It’s down. It’s up for no reason."

"And how is that different than adult you? It goes up as soon as you see me freaking" Sam motioned with his hand, as if he had to think hard to come up with an example "getting out of the shower, or just changing a shirt."

"Hey, I'm not that bad, okay? Am I?" it sounded like the last part he said was meant only for his own ears, a whisper for him to question himself.

"You're a perv Dean, this isn't any recent news."

"I mean, it would be a shame to let it go to waste Sammy." Dean grinned at his direction, his hormones shifting his thoughts to something dirty. "So, what do you say when we’re done doing our hero thing, we take her for a test-drive?"

Sam looked at him with part disgust and part shock. He shouldn't be surprised that Dean would think of something freaky and kinky to do while he was like this, but this was crossing the line.

"Even for you that's messed up." he couldn't help but chuckle at it.

"Could be fun, I will climb you like a mountain."

"As if you don't do that already." Sam rolled his eyes and wanted to put a stop to these weird and oddly uncomfortable jokes.

Dean just pouted in a teasing way, mumbling under his breath "party pooper."

"Well, listen, I checked out the alley where you got jumped, and I found yarrow." Sam tried to change the topic, and actually get back on track and on the job. Sometimes it was difficult, with Dean being so distracting. The mark made it even worse, Dean got as needy as one could get.

"Which means what?"

"Means we’re probably dealing with a witch. Yarrow’s a flower. They use it in a ton of spells."

"Okay. We still got some of that witch-killing crap in the trunk?"

"Hell, yeah. So, we’ll get you changed back, and then light Sabrina’s ass up." he paused for a second "Right?"

"Uh, yeah, about that. It turns out, this whole freak show has an upside." Dean pulled up his sleeve to reveal he doesn’t have the Mark of Cain anymore. The area was clear and Sam looked at it with curiosity as it's been a while. "The mark is gone."

"How?"

"Well, I figure if this hoodoo slammed me back into the body I had when I was 14—"

"You didn’t have the mark then." Sam finished the sentence for him.

"Yeah, and if we reverse the spell—"

"Then it’s gonna come back." he did it again.

"That’s what I’m thinking. So…maybe we don’t."

"Wait a second. Are you saying you want to stay like this?" That really didn't sit right with Sam, and he can't imagine what their relationship would be like that way. Probably nonexistent. And he became very used to Dean's touch and presence. He wasn't sure if he could go on without it, which might've been a selfish way of thinking.

"No!" he sighed in defeat "No, but…if it’s between being a psycho rage monster/borderline demon or a teenager, well…"

"Really?"

"Look, I’m not a fan, either, but…Sam, this is problem solved. And I’m still me. I can still hunt. I’m just, you know…dewier." Dean tried to plead and justify himself, sensing the hesitation behind Sam's voice.

"Okay, look, y-you have a point, kind of, but, Dee—" there were doubts in his head about whether or not he should voice that concern, as he didn't want to come off as self absorbed. Making it all about his needs and feelings, when Dean's life and sanity were at stake. Along with all the people that could potentially get hurt.

"You know that if you stay like this, I can't be with you that way, right?" Sam said, putting emphasis on it to make sure Dean actually got his point.

"You mean we, wouldn't... You know—"

"Yeah." was all Sam said. Dean didn't really respond to that, there was nothing to respond. Sam already made it clear that's a line he really doesn't want to cross and putting himself in his shoes, it wasn't that difficult for Dean to understand.

----

Hansel had presented himself as if he was being held hostage by the evil witch, and forced to do horrendous acts by her. When the Winchesters found him, he told them to calm down, explaining that he was on their side and that he wanted to get rid of her as much as they did.

"You want to help?" Sam directed his gun at Hansel. "Tell me how to turn him back." There was aggression and impatience in his voice, along with a lot of fear. He couldn't risk it, and wanted his Dean back as soon as possible.

"Sam, it can wait."

"Tell me how!" he didn't want to wait. He was on edge. The thought of not experiencing Dean's touch, his lips and hands not caressing him, waking up in his arms or not being made love to ever again killed him inside more than anything. It drove Sam feral and blinded with fury.

"The hex bag that I’m wearing. It will reverse the spell. Squeeze it, and you’ll return to your proper age." that calmed Sam down a bit as he lowered the gun "Look, we waste the witch, I give you the cure. Deal?"

----

They had managed to get themselves captured, so the only way out was to try to break free and cause some sort of diversion. Sam gave his brother a look, and Dean understood what it meant right away. He started making small talk with the evil hag, trying to get her to talk and be distracted as he spiced up the conversation to cause some sort of reaction out of her.

Seeing his chance, Sam sprung up and punched Hansel in the face, knocking him to the ground. Dean got up tackled him as the evil witch went after Sam with the knife. But Sam being physically fit as he is, easily knocked it out of her hand. She in return knocked his knife out of his hand as well, ready to demonstrate her power and just what she was made of. She used her power to throw him against the bookcase while Dean was still on top of Hansel when he got an elbow in the face, knocking him off of him. Hansel managed to get on top of Dean and bang his body repeatedly on the ground. Maybe staying a teenager wasn't the brightest idea after all, if he got overpowered by some shmuck like this.

Poor Tina gave off a muffled scream as she watched the situation unfold in front of her in pure terror. The witch opened the fiery oven, ready for her next delicious meal. Sam was trying his best to get up but was too weakened. Hansel took his chance and threw Dean up against the side of the refrigerator.

"Now you’ll burn!"

Dean got hit one more time and slid to the ground like he weighted nothing.

"Stay down, boy." he warned him as he watched the kid's bloodied up face and body probably too exhausted to move.

"Turn him!" The witch screamed, demanding another kid to join her little dinner party.

Hansel chuckled at that and went to touch the hex bag around his neck, thinking he won. But to his surprise, it wasn't there anymore.

"The hell?"

When he turned around he saw Dean holding it by its string, mocking expression on his face. He wasted no time squeezing it, causing the whole room to be illuminated in a bright light. The little kid was no longer there, instead an adult with a serious and deadly look and pure muscle was staring back. He grabbed the knife off the floor and plunged it through Hansel’s chest, this time with ease. After he made sure he was dead, he then stomped over to the witch while holding the hex bag.

She was in shock and didn't expect this turn of events, but using the advantage Dean forcefully stuffed the hex bag in her mouth. and started pushing her towards the open oven. He pushed her inside without any hesitation and closed the door to let her burn. When her screams were getting tool loud, he turned the little window to shut it close and let the room fall silent. He took one glance at his brother, who was still on the floor and weak, but thankfully alive. And that's all that mattered.

----

They managed to save Tina, and a wave of relief washed over Dean. Thank God both her and Sam were okay, it was a good day where lives were saved today. It was a shame that Tina didn't turn back into an adult, but in the end she didn't even want to. It was her second chance, and they respected her wishes.

Standing at a bus station, Sam fumbled through his wallet to get out whatever money they had. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get her by until she figured something better out.

"All right, here you go. It’s all the cash we got." Sam handed the cash to her, smile with dimples on his face.

"Thanks for everything." Tina smiled back, grateful for what they did for her.

"You stay safe out there, you hear?" Dean looked at her, a bit concerned but confident that she will be alright.

"I will." She leaned up to give Dean a hug and a little kiss on the cheek before jokingly saying "And hey, we’ll always have the Royale motel, right?"

Sam didn't get the joke and just looked at Dean, who seemed to just chuckle and nod at that. They watched her get on the bus and disappear from their sight, wishing her the best of luck out there.

"Is it back?" Sam broke the moment, focusing on the real issue that still remained unsolved.

Dean lifted his sleeve up to reveal the Mark of Cain was back on his arm. He was missing his teenage self already, never mind all the zits and uncontrolled boners that came along with it.

"Look, I know what you’re going to say, okay? But you were in deep—"

"I know. I know. You saved me, and you saved Tina, and…pulled a Dean Winchester." Sam cut him off, to which Dean seemed to be taken back by. "Thank you."

They stood there silently for a few moments, looking into each other's eyes. Sam couldn't stop looking at his brother's wrinkles that were showing the more they aged up, his stubble that made him sure he was a full grown man now. He was back to being Dean, his Dean. But he was still shorter than him though.

"Look, man… do I wish the mark was gone? Yes, of course. Absolutely, I do, but… I wanted you back. And now here you are, and you didn’t Hulk out, so…" Sam shrugged at that, somewhat playful "I’ll take the win. As for the rest of it—the mark, everything else…we’ll figure it out. We always do."

The look that was staring back into him could only be described as heart eyes, as Dean continued to stand face to face to him. It seemed like Sam wasn't the only one that was glad things were back to how they were.

Dean reached out with his right hand, and tucked the strands of hair from Sam's face behind his ear as gently as he could. When he would get soft like this, it made Sam's heart melt. A warm palm was placed on his cheekbone as Dean tenderly stroked the smooth skin under his fingers. It made Sam smile, until he realized where they were

"Dean, we're in publ—"

Sam's words were interrupted as he felt Dean's lips press into his deeply, with a lot of passion behind them. As if he hasn't kissed him in ages and missed the feeling. He couldn't help but kiss back, trying to focus on the win they got today and most importantly, being one with his soulmate. Dean seemed to feel the same, as he didn't want to let go of them either, holding on for dear life as if the moment he let go he wouldn't know the next time he would be able to do this again. Sam completely forgot about the witch, Tina, the mark. Everything. The world came to a stop when they were together like this, it was the only thing that mattered. He just let himself feel at home with Dean's presence covering up his entire being and taking up all the air from his lungs.

Hesitant, but no other choice unless he wanted to suffocate, they both let go and stepped back a bit to let themselves breathe.

"I don't care where we are. I'll kiss you even if the whole world is watchin' Sammy." Dean smiled at him as he was trying to catch his breath again. "Besides, I'm not a teenager anymore."

Sam was just glad he didn't have to hear anymore boner jokes. At least he hoped so, but with Dean, one could never be too sure.

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The dogs were being very loud at the animal shelter, clearly disturbed from what had occurred the night before. Of course, Sam and Dean went there as soon as they heard there was another murder and all the cats missing.

Dean was walking past all the caged up pooches and something in him suddenly clicked

"Hey." he said, trying to get the other hunter to pay attention as he paused in front of the German shepherd's kennel "Why does that mutt look familiar?"

Sam looked at him for a second, then at the dog and grabbed the chart clipped to the kennel.

"That was the taxidermist's dog." he answered Dean's question.

"So, he's been at both crime scenes?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe he's a suspect. You know may–" he broke off as an officer walked past them "Could be a skinwalker, maybe a shapeshifter."

"Doesn't really look like a monster to me." Of course Sam, the dog lover had to come to the rescue. All dogs looked cute and innocent to him. But Dean wasn't having it, had to make sure just in case so he swiftly pulled out a silver dollar from his FBI coat.

"One way to find out. Come here, boy. Hey. This isn't gonna hurt at all. Unless it hurts."

Dean rubbed the curious dog behind the ears with the silver dollar, seeing no reaction whatsoever or anything smokey coming out.

"Hmm." he said, almost not entirely too sure.

"I guess we can, uh, rule out killer." Sam poked at him, clearly pleased with the outcome.

The dog barked as a man with a cowboy hat walked over them. It was the sheriff

"Do you agents need any further assistance?" he greeted them and removed his hat, trying to be polite. All of a sudden the dog seemed to have stopped barking.

"Officer, I think we're okay. Thanks." Sam offered a lazy grimace at him.

"All right, well, let me know." the sheriff accepted his answer, putting his hat back on his head calmly. The dog instinctively started barking again, clearly having something on its mind.

"Officer. Excuse me. Uh, can I borrow your hat?" Dean noticed something odd, and wanted to test his theory out.

The sheriff seemed neutral and unquestioningly took off his hat and gave it to the man in front of him. Dean looked at the dog, becoming more convinced by the minute that his theory is right as he put on the hat and lo and behold, the dog starts barking again. He took off the hat and the dog went silent silent. Having tested what he had in mind, he handed it back to its owner and the man just took it, mumbling something about the dog getting adopted and left the kennels.

"Okay, so, THE COLONEL's not a suspect." Sam confirmed Dean's theory.

"Yeah, but he's a witness." Dean looks at the dog again, as if he could talk to it "Hey, boy. You speak sign language?"

"That's monkeys."

"Huh?"

"You know what? This is gonna sound crazy." Sam took out his phone "I read this book once about this guy who tried to teach his dog to speak after it witnessed a murder."

"It worked?"

"No."

"But he wrote a book about it?"

"Yeah, well, he doesn't have what we have." he smiles before looking through his contacts, dialing and putting the phone to his ear "Kevin. Hey, it's me. How do we speak to a dog?"

They had checked out the dog from the kennels, and brought it to the motel room. Sitting on the table, Sam was looking at a piece of paper.

"An Inuit spell." Dean was just repeating after him.

"Yeah. Who knew the, uh, Men of Letters had its own Eskimo section?"

"And it's supposed to let us communicate with The Colonel?"

Sam plucked a hair from the dog and put it in a bowl, stirring the ingredients vigorously. He poured the contents of the bowl into a glass, both frowning at it as it looked like something nightmares were made of. Dean convinced him to do it himself, as Sam was still recovering from the trials. He was met with a bunch of questions, but eventually it came to a culmination. Swallowing the entire liquid in one gulp, he turned to Sam and gestured him to give him the book.

"Deila hér me. Dag eru nou rar vitur orum."

He uttered the words properly, but nothing seemed to happen. They waited for a bit but got pretty hungry so they started eating their junk of a take-out food as per usual. Dean was getting impatient, and told Sam to call Kevin back and tell him the spell was a bust, maybe to try to find something that will actually work.

"At least it didn't affect your appetite. Geez." Sam knew that Dean often liked to consume high amounts of food, more than he should. Hell, they both knew that. But he felt like he was witnessing a wild and starved animal eating in front of him.

"Change the station." a strange voice repeated two times, coming out of nowhere and shocking both of them.

"What?" they both said in unison.

"You – shut up. It's working!" Dean got a bit excited "Say that again."

Dean started arguing with the dog about music taste, seeming to have a normal conversation with him for a bit before Sam got annoyed.

"Why are you arguing with the dog about Styx?"

"Wh– uh, yeah. Um, hey, boy. What were you trying to tell us about Cowboy Hat?"

"The douchewheel who killed my best friend was wearing a cowboy hat." the dog looked at him with big brown eyes that had witnessed something horrific, twice apparently.

"And the pothead, too?"

"Yep. Same guy killed both."

While they were questioning the dog, Sam threw a rolled up food wrapper past Dean, landing it into the garbage can. For some reason, his brother just casually took the wrapper from it and put it in front of Sam while investigating the dog.

"I don't want this." Sam was confused, but held it out and tossed it again, this time missing his target. "So what's he saying?"

"Uh, that the – the guy" he retrieved the food wrapper again from the floor and tossed it across the table to Sam "he smelled like ground chuck and soap suds and old-lady cream."

"Dean, what are you doing?"

"I don't know." Dean scratched behind his ear, as he heard the dog laughing at him causing him to do it again.

"Oh, what are you laughing at?"

Before he could answer him, they heard a vehicle pulling out outside and the dog quickly ran and started barking. Following him, Dean also stood up and went to the window to part the curtains and get a better view. Once he saw the mailman, something in him just started coming out

"Hey! Hey, hey! Yeah!" he started pointing at the poor man who looked at him for a second, then just casually walked away "You! You!"

Dean eventually started growling too "Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, you! You! You! You!"

"Uh, Dean?"

"Hmm?" he answered but was still dead set on the window.

"I think the spell worked. Fact, I think it worked a little too well."

"What?" finally calming down, he sat back at the table and faced his brother.

"I think... you might be a dog."

"What?" Dean kept scratching behind his ear like like before.

"You're scratching your head. You're... barking at the mailman. You're playing fetch."

Sam threw the food wrapper into the garbage can again to which Dean immediately reacted and started gawking at. He seemed to hesitate at first but it was stronger than him, and eventually gave into it and started moving towards it. When he realized what he did, he let out a small and pathetic whimpering noise.

"Ruh-roh."

Although he found it amusing, it was getting in the way of their investigation so Sam called Kevin again just to make sure if he can learn something more about it.

"Yeah. No, that – okay. All right. Thanks." he hung up and turned to Dean, who looked like he was having some sort of staring contest with the dog "So, apparently, the Inuit spell has some side effects."

"Oh, well, that would have been nice to know before I downed it! What kind of side effects?"

"When you mind meld with an animal, it's... possible to start exhibiting some of its behavior."

"Don't look at me, Hoss. It ain't my fault." the dog was finding this amusing too, and who could blame him?

"Well, Kevin doesn't know how long it'll last. It's not like it's an exact science, you know? But hopefully, when the spell wears off, so will the side effects." Sam laughed to himself and sat down next to Dean on the bed, taking some interest in examining Dean's behavior further. It was always a good sight to him when Dean was making a fool out of himself. Lord knows they didn't get too many laughs with the life they led.

Still being hungry and in the mood for something sweet, Dean pulled out a chocolate bar he had been saving and looked at it like it was the most glorious thing he had seen. Pulling the wrapper, he took one bite of it.

"I wouldn't eat that if I were you." the dog warned him, seeing Dean stop chewing it and letting it fall out of his mouth. "Chocolate? Seriously."

As Dean was sitting there questioning his sanity, Sam pulled out his phone for a second to check if there has been anything new going on just in case. He seemed focused on it, going through some news articles and typing away to go to different sites.

Scratching behind his ear again, Dean suddenly felt this urge for movement. He couldn't explain it exactly, but it was stronger than him among with all the other ones that came with the spell. He scooted closer to Sam, whirling in his seat as he hesitantly leaned in the back of his hair and started sniffling his nose. He closed his eyes and realized that it also improved his sense of smell much like one of a dog. Sam smelled like his usual self, except it was intensified so much more. This was a problem, because that was Dean's favorite smell so he found himself drooling a bit.

Sam sensed the heat behind his body and heard Dean's strange noises and turned around to look at him, putting his phone down.

"Um, Dean? What are you doing?"

"You smell."

"Okay?" he was confused and didn't know what to reply. His brother was staring back at him with widely opened eyes, mouth open like it was slobbering. He wanted to get up and continue working on the case as they originally came here to do but Dean wrapped himself around his leg and wouldn't let go.

"Uh oh." the dog just looked at them, but wasn't surprised at all.

"What? What's going on now?" Dean sounded desperate, like he was about to start crying.

"I think I'll leave this one to you, chief." he turned around and moved his tail a bit, before disappearing into the bathroom.

"Dean? Why is the dog leaving?"

"I... don't know." they both kept looking in front of them but he was already out of their sight.

"Okay, we need to go." Sam tried to get up and free himself from his grip, but as he brushed his hand he came across touching something really hard under his fingers. Dean whimpered at that, and look down at the place he felt Sam just now. He stepped back, giving Sam his space and to take a good look at himself.

He was covered in sweat, mouth open wide with saliva coming down on his lips. He definitely looked like some wild animal. Not to mention, his pants felt so tight he felt like he was going to explode. And there was some genuine pain behind there too, making it difficult to control or get rid of like all the side effects he experienced today.

Without thinking, he got up and unbuckled his belt and tossed his jeans down to his ankles until eventually getting rid of them completely and throwing them across the room. Sam was just staring at him, with worry in his eyes but also a bitch face hidden under there somewhere. He was getting tired of Dean's doggy behavior.

"Dean, what are you doing?"

There was no answer, all Dean did was also slide his boxers down and let himself out in the open air. Once that tightness that was holding him back was gone, he let out a sigh of relief and forced his head upwards. He turned to Sam, with hungry eyes and a determined look on his face. He looked like he lost it completely so all Sam did was just stand frozen, wondering what to do in this situation.

"Sammy... I-it hurts real bad." acting on instinct again, he walked towards his brother and closed the distance between them as he leaned into his neck and started smelling him again. Sam let out a small yelp, feeling Dean's hot breath behind his ears. He reached out with one his hands, still unsure if he should encourage him even more. This Dean didn't wait for too long, instead he just grabbed Sam by his waist and turned him around easily than he should have.

Although Dean was a strong man by himself, there was no way he made Sam feel like he weighed nothing. The spell probably got Dean to gain some additional strength, one that didn't belong to a normal human. And this Dean was rough, not like the one he is used to where he took his time and pressed kisses all over his body or maybe even tease him. No, this Dean was hungry and ready to take what he wanted, no matter the circumstances.

Sam felt his hands scrape the dirty floor, causing him to yell out from this sudden movement. He tried to hold onto his knees and not fall down completely, but eventually lost his balance and just fell flat like a pancake. Dean was hovering on top of him, sitting down less than a second after.

"Sammy! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I can't control it." he whimpered, clearly hurt by what he did.

But Sam wasn't, it's not like this was some severe injury. He knew Dean was in pain, one that he probably could never understand as well unless he felt it.

"S'okay Dean. I'm he-" he cut himself off as he felt Dean rubbing his erection on his jeans, desperate to get inside him. The friction of it probably burnt bad, but Dean seemed to have completely lost all control he had and was just filled with blinded lust.

"Hey! Slow down." Sam warned him, making him snap out of it for a second. Using the limited time he had of being aware, Dean got up and went to the nightstand to dig through it and find the lube. With weak and shaky hands, Sam managed to get himself off the floor and get on the bed before Dean could push him even further into it, if that was even possible. He had a red patch on his face from the impact, and sighed of relief when he sat down on the bed.

He didn't even have a second to get a hold of himself, since Dean jumped him again with no warning. Sam found himself back on his stomach not even having any time to react as Dean flipped him over, but this time with more comfortable surroundings. The soft mattress felt good for him to have his face buried in it, way better than the floor anyway.

Dean yanked his pants and underwear down with one move, pulling them just below his knees. The cool air hit Sam's ass as he felt exposed, making his heart beat faster especially since Dean's cock was stroking him in-between, trying to nudge in. Thank god though he didn't push it further in raw like that. Instead, a pop of a bottle cap was heard in the silence of the room as Dean opened the half empty little bottle that he always kept nearby. He was careless, impatient and just needed to bury himself into Sam's insides. That was the only thing occupying his mind. Despite his mind being clouded and hazy brain, the fact that he managed to control himself not to hurt Sam was still saying something.

With shaky hands, he flipped the bottle and started pouring out the liquid on top of his cock without much awareness of the amount. He squeezed out more than he should, and the remaining of it pooled down Sam's cheeks and dripped down between his thighs, probably wetting the sheets under as well as his hole. Dean used his right hand to coat his length sloppily, probably missing a spot and ignoring the cold feeling. He just let out a little hiss that was barely auidable and quickly got to work.

He shoved two fingers inside along the lube, causing Sam let out a loud yell from the burn and cold of it coating his insides. He was already opened up from the night before so it's not like it hurt that much, he was more just surprised by Dean's carelessness. But he just bit his lip and took it, closing his eyes and trying to let himself relax his body so it takes them in without too much restraint. The movement of them was rough and fast with no time to waste, testing out his tightness while gliding against his walls. As they were pumping into him, he squeezed Dean's hands with his cheeks causing a groan from the man above him.

Whether it was supposed to be intentional or accidental, Dean didn't handle it too well. He pulled the fingers out all the way that were previously buried to the knuckle, leaving behind a trail of lube that connected them and Sam's gaping hole. Seeing that sight, Dean couldn't help himself and opened his mouth to let his tongue out like a thirsty dog as he dove right into Sam's shiny ass.

"Argh!! Dean...De-" Sam was at a loss for words, he didn't expect that but he certainly wasn't protesting. He was already wet enough from the lube, but he was feeling greedy and like he needed more. Dean's tongue being buried in there definitely warmed him up more and he just closed his eyes and let the hungry man have his way with him. Dean's tongue was licking him from top to bottom, not wanting to leave a single ounce of skin unclaimed. The licks were long and full of saliva, resembled more of a dog compared to what Sam is usually used to, where Dean would try to push it inside. Dean was also panting like one behind him, his breath against the sensitive skin making Sam moan even louder.

Eventually he let go, backing his slobbering face away from the heaven between Sam's legs. Sam let out an annoyed and desperate whimper, his hole feeling abandoned from the previous excessive attention it received. His cock was leaking precum and the sheets below him absorbed it, along with the lube and saliva, making it one big mess. Dean continued to pant, but he didn't like this position. So he slipped his hands under Sam's stomach and lifted him up, making him stand up on all fours instead of being knee pressed into the mattress. Sam's legs were wobbly but he went along with it, not seeming to have much of a choice as Dean's grip on him was too strong. He felt Dean's dribble drip down his hole and he groaned at the fact that his brother just made him get into a position like some bitch that was about to be bred.

He wanted to turn around to see Dean's face but instead he felt arms curling around his thighs, gripping them tight to hold him into place and make sure he doesn't move. Dean's weight pressed against him as he mounted him all excitedly. If he had an actual tail, Sam knew he'd be wagging it like it was the happiest day of his life. Which wasn't further from the truth, Dean was always happy to fuck him, whenever and where ever.

The tip of his cock started pushing inside the tight ring of muscle and Sam closed his eyes, preparing himself to be filled up. But Dean just started thrusting inside with the tip for a few seconds as if he was teasing him. Before Sam could ask him to go further in, Dean slammed into him completely with such force that Sam felt his balls hit against him. Unphased, Dean set a really hard and brutal pace and started mounting right away. Sam's body welcomed him just immaculately, not stretched out completely but the burn made it even better.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" Sam felt his body being rocked back and forth with his hair getting in the way as Dean's grip was getting even tighter, refusing to let him move in any other position or even shift his body just a tiny bit. The wonderful feeling of Dean's cock rubbing his insides and stretching him out, made Sam completely lose it and forget about everything else. Dean's continuous heaving and animalistic noises got Sam going even crazier since he just felt like nothing but a hole for his brother's pleasure, the perfect breeding bitch.

Sounds of skin against skin slapping filled up the room but the only thing louder than them were Sam's moans. Dean maintained the same rhythm and had such stamina that he kept going like his life depended on it. The lewder Sam moaned, the harder Dean thrust into him. And Sam couldn't help himself, he was on the verge of tears as Dean's tip kept sliding against that sweet spot inside that made him see stars. Dean's thrusts continued to abuse Sam's prostate and when he saw his little brother going crazy and trying to grab onto something, he leaned in to put his head on his muscled shoulder and smell him some more. He opened his mouth again and with his tongue, he dragged a long lick against the neckline to the earlobe.

"Deandeandeandean" was all Sam's mouth could manage to let out. Dean bottomed out a little, and shoved back right in. The movement caused Sam to lunge forward and almost hit his head on the headboard.

"Su-such a good boy for me." Sam teased him and could tell Dean liked it since he started panting even louder and slamming into him with the sounds being so obscene and boisterous.

"Good boy Dean... Ah! Such a good dog..." he paused to let out a yell as Dean hit his prostate hard "Pleasing... your m-master so good."

At that, Dean growled into his ear as if he was demanding more but didn't have the voice to say it. Sam took that as an encouragement and reached out with his hand behind him to go through Dean's spiky hair and stroke it, to which he got very appreciative sounds as a response. When Sam's fingers reached behind his ear and scratched him, Dean started mewling again and kept moving his body, unable to stay still.

His growling started getting louder and Sam knew he was close. But when Dean went ahead and bit down on his neck, he could no longer take it. He was trying to hold it in and try to cum at the same time with him but with how intense Dean's thrusts were, his body couldn't take it anymore. He started shivering all over and closed his eyes tightly, feeling his body grip onto Dean's cock tightly.

"Fuck! Dean-nnn" he opened his mouth and the sounds just stopped coming out while thick spurts of cum shot out of him and onto the sheets below. His legs were extra jittery and if Dean didn't hold him in place, he'd definitely flop down. Dean's thrusts didn't stop and that made Sam keep coming until eventually there was nothing left to come out. He wanted to lay down so bad, but Dean wouldn't let him go. He felt overly stimulated so when Dean's cock kept going at his prostate, Sam kept letting out scream after scream.

For what seemed to last an eternity, Sam's suffering finally came to an end when he felt Dean's teeth clench into his skin even harder and the big cock pulsing inside of him. Sam wasn't sure if it was because of the spell, but he felt Dean continuously coming inside him. Just when he thought he was done riding out his orgasm, he pulled back out a bit, making sure nothing came out and went to waste before getting back inside and letting out even more of his seed, wanting to bury it as deeper as possible as if he tried to ensure he was successful at the breeding and knocked him up.

Dean kept whimpering and growling at the same time while coming and Sam used the last of his strength to keep stroking his hair, praising him the entire time that brought out even more energy from him. Eventually he stopped moving, but kept his cock still buried inside Sam as he just stood there, still holding him in place. They were both breathing heavily, Dean still acting like a dog with his tongue out. Sam's hands dropped down on the bed and he desperately wanted the rest of it to go down too.

"Dee... you c-can let go now." Sam said with a really weak voice and wasn't sure if Dean heard him. It took him a few seconds and Dean loosened his grip, giving Sam the luxury to finally lay down on the bed. Just as he did that, he hissed since Dean was still buried inside him to the hilt.

"Your dick too." He huffed.

"Oh. Right. Sorry." Dean said in-between breaths and finally pulled out and laid down next to him on his stomach. They both just laid there, Sam's eyes still closed and trying to process everything, clothes probably torn with some holes in them. Cum kept gushing out of him and he felt so wet and dirtied up. When he let out a groan at that, Dean reached to get a look at him and just uttered something under his breath.

"Jesus Sammy, that was probably the best sex we've ever had."

"Mmm. Maybe we should use that spell more often." Sam moaned into agreement.

The bed felt lighter as Dean got up and started zipping himself up. At that moment Sam really didn't care where he was off to. He opened his eyes and saw the window that was looking out to the outside with the curtains parted all the way, basically putting them in frame in case anyone walked by. The thought of that made him blush but he was too exhausted to care at the moment. He liked the way the sunlight hit his face though.

Dean walked to the bathroom happily to get a towel and clean Sam up but completely stopped in his tracks when he saw the dog that was laying in the bath tub. He froze and suddenly remembered that he could actually communicate with this thing.

"So, did you have a good time?" the voice wasn't as loud but Dean couldn't ignore it either.

"Y-yeah. Um... sorry."

"Not like I'm gonna tell anyone." the dog made a witty remark at him and Dean just turned around and walked out of the bathroom, cheeks all red. He felt some shame but when he went back to the bed and saw Sam's ass covered with his cum marked all over, he just smirked and thought to himself that maybe this dog thing wasn't all bad.