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Author: Zoicyte aka
Johnnyjosh
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Beta:� Kitsune Seven, Reiver Vicious, Sasami Abarai and Kyrre
(yes, I like to have lots of eyes look for my mistakes XD)
Spoilers: Season 2
Disclaimer: I don�t own Supernatural
or its characters, and am making no money from this.
Warnings and Notes: Yaoi,
lime, language.� OOC, TWT, AU, General
Weirdness.� This was just a little
something that tickled my funny bone after watching a rerun of �Tall Tales�.�
Summary: Time�s almost up,
and Dean�s deal comes due.� But it seems
that sometimes the right words spoken at the right time can mean more than you
ever thought possible.�
� � Speaking
* * Thoughts
~~oOo~~ Change of scene or POV��

~~oOo~~

�� *No, this isn�t the end.� I can�t give up! * Sam thought to himself as
his fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard.�
He�d been sitting in front of his laptop for the last 2 hours, trying in
vain to cross-reference some bits and pieces from his father�s journal in a
valiant last-minute attempt to save his brother from having his soul claimed by
the crossroads demon.� But as much as he
hated to admit it, there seemed to be little hope of breaking the deal with
that red-eyed bitch, while keeping Sam himself from having his life taken once
again.�

He sat back on the small couch that occupied one
corner, looking around the cheap hotel room he and Dean were currently
occupying.� The curtains looked like
they were from sometime in the fifties, and had probably last been taken down
and washed around that time.� The carpet
was worn down to the point you could probably sweep it like any floor, and the
wallpaper looked like a mosaic of water and food stains, peppered with what
looked like too many smudged, greasy fingerprints around the light switches.� It was an overall depressing effect, and the
last thing Sam needed right now was more of that.�

The only thing that looked like it had been updated
in the last 10 years was the large bed in the center of the room.� The brothers had asked for a room with two
singles, but were told the only one empty was undergoing some much-needed
repairs.� Sam had bit his tongue to hold
back a sarcastic retort, but Dean felt no need to be so polite.� The younger Winchester chuckled softly as he
remembered Dean�s comments, and the manager�s defensive reply, which had
escalated into an argument that nearly had them being denied a room.� Only Sam�s attempts at smoothing things over
had stopped the balding, sweaty man with a large gut that told of too much
greasy food and beer from kicking them out.��
He�d reasoned with his brother once they were down the hall and out of
earshot, that while the law was still seeking them, they had to lay low and
take advantage of places like this, where they wouldn�t be noticed or remembered.�

Another sigh passed the younger Winchester�s lips as
he glared down at his laptop, looking like he was angry at the contraption for
holding out on him.� With a shake of his
head, Sam leaned forward again and started to search once more.

As he typed, the brunette was forced to remember
Dean�s at first occasional questions about his progress at finding a way out of
the deal.� First the older man had asked
at the six-month mark.� Then again at
three, finally starting to ask once a month after that.� But this last month had been the worst.� Dean had started asking once a week, and
finally, this last week, it had been an unvoiced question, a near-pleading look
once a day whenever Dean found Sam on the computer.� But all that had stopped yesterday, and Sam knew that Dean had
resigned himself to his fate.�

*Mind you my brother�s not stupid,* Sam thought with
a wry smile.� The elder Winchester
hadn�t let his brother out of his sight for more than a few minutes at a time,
and never with the car at his disposal.�
Sam knew that Dean was worried he�d go out and find the crossroads
demon, then try to offer himself up as a sacrifice.� He had to admit, it was tempting, for Sam was terrified at the
prospect of having to be here, alone, while his father was God only knew where,
and Dean was in Hell.� He couldn�t stand
the thought of his entire family being lost to this life, and him having to
carry on with nobody lean on when he needed them.� Sam closed his eyes, jerking back and pinching the bridge of his
nose as he felt a now-familiar flood of shame at his own weakness.� This wasn�t about him right now, it was
about Dean.�

Speaking of his brother, Sam chuckled as he thought
about the other man, and what he was doing.�
Even though it was probably his last night of freedom, rather than
drinking it away in the company of some woman, the elder Winchester was out
trying to follow up a lead on their latest hunt.�

It seemed that they�d found another trickster, from
the way people had been dying in rather�poetic fashion, usually based on some
kind of bizarre urban legend, or story from one of those ridiculous supermarket
tabloids.� Dean had joked that it was a
good thing they�d run into that last one, as they hadn�t been fooled into
fighting with each other this time around.�
Sam had come back with one of his own, saying if he hadn�t seen the
other killed with his own eyes, he�d swear they were dealing with the very same
trickster they�d fought before.� Dean
had agreed, saying this one had the same interesting style as the other, and
again it was going to be a shame to have to waste him.�

Sam closed his eyes and sighed, almost wishing Dean
would have taken tonight for himself.�
At least then Sam would have had the chance to say a few things to Dean,
things that, before this deal, he never would have been able to say.� He would have offered to go out to the bars
with his big brother, sharing some laughs and making sure that Dean had something
good, some fond memory to take with him and keep in his heart until Sam was
able to free him.� And he would free
Dean, even if he had to go back, open that gateway to Hell with the Colt, walk
in there and drag his brother out with his own two hands.� He didn�t care how many other specters and
demons he freed in the process, they�d deal with that later.� All that mattered was getting Dean out of
the clutches of that demon.�

He jumped as his cell phone rang, picking it up and
answering quietly.� �What
happened?��

�A couple was found dead up here at the local
lover�s lane,� Dean said, sounding amused.�
�There were scratches all over the car, the driver�s side window was
smashed, and there was even a hook left hanging from the door handle.��

Sam blinked, his expression incredulous.� �You�re kidding�right?��

�Nope, and get this,� the elder�s voice wavered, and
Sam scowled as he knew Dean was trying not to laugh at the situation.� �They were both married, and cheating on
their spouses!� This is definitely our
guy, Sammy.� We got another trickster
with the knack for poetic justice on our hands.� Man these guys have got style.��

�Dean, this isn�t funny, people are dying, and all
you can think about is this thing�s sense of humor?�� Sam admonished, brown eyes narrowing at the sound of Dean�s low
chuckle in his ear.�

�Come on, Sammy, you have to admit it is kind of
funny, in a�sick and twisted kinda way.��
Dean smirked, imagining the look on his younger brother�s face right
now.�

�No, it�s not,� Sam growled, then shook his
head.� �Sick and twisted is right,
Dean.� I think our other situation has
given you a very bitter sense of humor.��

�Yeah, most likely,� Dean said flippantly, though
his gaze hardened, the muscles in his jaw clenching.�

Sam sighed, regretting the words as soon as they were
out. �Look, I�m sorry,� he said quietly.�
�Why don�t you come back for now, there are too many cops around there
for my liking, we don�t need any of them recognizing you.� The last thing I want is you getting hauled
off to jail...tonight.��

Dean sighed and nodded slowly, hearing the pain in
his brother�s voice as Sam uttered the last word.� �I know, I�m heading back now.��
He snapped the cell phone shut, then glanced over at the group of
policemen examining the car, blinking as one seemed vaguely familiar.� He watched the man polish off one candy bar,
only to immediately unwrap another and start eating it.� �Nah�� Dean shook his head, quickly making
his way back to the Impala and dismissing the similarity from his mind.�

As he walked away, the cop with the candy bar turned
and smirked, watching Dean leave.� The
man had dark, wavy hair tucked under his hat, nearly long enough to brush his
collar.� He also sported a moustache,
something he didn�t have the last time he�d met up with the Winchester brothers.� �Well, seems the best place to hide is still
in plain sight, isn�t it?� He chuckled, waving off one of the other officers
that looked up at his words.�

Sam sat back on the couch, glaring at his laptop
once more, before he closed the screen he�d been working on, instead bringing
up a map of the city.� He pinpointed
where each of the attacks had occurred, then tried to figure out where this
trickster might have set up shop.� �I
hope it�s similar enough to the last one that its range is limited�� He murmured,
remembering the last one had been right at the center of all the chaos it was
creating.� This time around it seemed to
have a somewhat wider range, and that worried Sam, because it meant there was a
larger area for it to hide in.�

He was still working on it several minutes later,
when the light from the Impala�s headlights lit up the curtains.� Sam glanced up, then shook his head and shut
down the computer.� He knew that if they
didn�t find it tonight, and that seemed unlikely at this point, then he was
going to be busy with�other pursuits for some time to come.� He mulled over that thought for a few
seconds, then came to a decision.�
Getting up, he walked over to the door and opened it, smiling faintly at
Dean�s look of surprise.� �Hey.�

�Aw, you that eager to see me?�� The older man recovered quickly, walking in
and giving Sam a quick slap on the back as he passed him.�

�Oh yeah, sure,� he shook his head and scowled,
slapping his brother on the arm.� �How
silly of me, to think I was actually worried about you getting picked up.� Never mind that every cop in this town must
be out on the streets right now, looking for someone, especially a suspicious
stranger, to pick up and question about the recent murders.��

�Come on, Sammy,� Dean chuckled, holding his arms
out at his sides and giving a cocky grin as Sam all but slammed the door shut
and locked it.� �Gimme a break, I was
careful.� Hey, I made it back in one
piece, didn�t I?�� He asked, before he
walked over and dropped onto the couch, one foot lifting and resting on the
coffee table.� �So, got anything new on
this thing?�

�No, I haven�t been able to figure out where it�s
hiding yet,� Sam sighed, moving over and stopping in front of the coffee
table.� �And� I�m not going to bother
with it anymore, either.��

�Say what?��
Dean tilted his head, staring up at his brother.� �Sam��
He got to his feet, frowning as he walked around the table and stood in
front of the younger man.� �What�s that
supposed to mean?� You�re not gonna
bother with it anymore?� What, are you
just giving up?�

�For now, yeah, I am,� Sam said, voice growing
hoarse as he set his hands on Dean�s shoulders.� �I have more important things to think about.� Maybe I can get back on its trail some other
time.� But right now, I just want to
focus on you, and how to get you out of the deal with that red-eyed bitch.�

Dean shook his head quickly, grasping his brother�s
wrists.� �Sam, listen to me, we can�t
just give up on this thing, we-�

�Yes we can, Dean!� Sam said insistently, tilting
his head down as his hands lifting to cup the sides of his brother�s face.

Dean stiffened, eyes widening as an image flashed in
his mind of Sam trying to kiss him.�
�What are you doin�?�� He tried
to take a step back, swallowing as Sam followed with a step of his own.�

�I�m not letting her take you away Dean,� he said
quietly, tears filling his wide brown eyes.�
�We�ve lost too much already.�
Mom, Dad, our friends, and now��
No.�� He shook his head
quickly.� �I�m not losing the only person
I have left that I really care about.��

Dean sighed, then reached up to grip Sam�s arms
gently.� �I know Sam, but we�ll find a
way out of this.� Come on,� he tried to
pull away, only to be pulled around and backed against the wall.� �Sammy?��

�You always do this!�� Sam held his brother there, fingers digging into the older man�s
shoulders slightly.� �Why?�� He was nearly sobbing now, but he didn�t
care.� �You pull away when something
happens, withdrawing and trying not to admit that it�s affecting you.� You�re always �okay�, and trying to keep
that game face on, no matter what.�� Sam
broke off there, lowering his head, tears streaming down his face.� He slid one arm around Dean�s shoulders, the
other splayed against his chest.�

�Sam,� Dean murmured, closing his eyes against the
tears that were threatening to fall from his own eyes.� He raised one arm, hand gently cupping the
side of his brother�s neck, where it met Sam�s shoulder, as he sighed heavily.�

�I can�t do it anymore, Dean.� I�ve tried, but this is the last night I had
to come up with something, and I�ve got nothing!�� He wrapped both arms around Dean�s shoulders then, pulling the
older man closer.� �I can�t keep my game
face on anymore.� I�m scared, Dean.� Scared of losing you like we lost everyone
else.��

�It�s okay, Sammy,� Dean tried to reassure his
brother, arms going around Sam�s waist, as his hands started to move in slow
circles over the other�s back.� �We�ll
find a way.� It�s gonna be
alright.�� But even as he spoke, Dean
felt the words were a futile denial of his fate.

Sam knew it too, and it only made his sobs more
heart wrenching as he leaned against Dean, pressing him more firmly against the
wall.� �No, it�s not.� Because I can�t stop it, Dean, not before it
happens, anyway.� He lifted his head and gazed at his brother intently.

Dean looked up at Sam, a tear escaping despite his
efforts, sliding slowly down his cheek.�
He frowned at the other�s words, narrowing his eyes slightly.� �Sam, I don�t want you doing anything
stupid, you here me?�� He growled, hands
fisting in the younger man�s shirt. �You promise me that you�re not gonna go
make a deal to get me back!��

�I can�t promise anything, Dean,� Sam whispered,
closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against his brother�s shoulder.� �Except that I�m going to do whatever it
takes to get you back.��

�What good will it do if you bring me back, only
this time it�s me that has to carry on alone?!�� Dean shouted, grasping Sam by the waist and reversing their positions.� He pinned Sam to the wall roughly, glaring
up at him.� �You think I want to lose
you, again?� I don�t, Sam.� It��
He pushed away from his brother and took a few steps away, body tense,
shoulders shaking slightly.�

�It what?��
Sam asked, voice barely above a whisper as he watched him.� After a moment of awkward silence he
cautiously approached his brother, hands grasping his shoulders gently.� �Dean-� He started to speak, only to be cut
off as the other man whirled around to face him.�

�It nearly killed me!�� Dean roared, eyes wild, tears flowing freely as he fisted his
hands in the front of Sam�s shirt.�
�When that bastard stabbed you, and I caught you, saw the blood on my
hand when I touched your back, I�� He
shook his head, eyes closed tightly as he tried to get himself back under
control.� �It was like my heart was
being ripped out of my chest.� Then,
when you were�� He took a shaky breath, then pressed on,� �dead, I wanted to die, too.� I�d failed the last person, the only person
in the world I had left that I really wanted to protect.� The last person I loved was gone.�� His voice was hoarse as he spoke, and he
didn�t resist when Sam�s arms slid around him and pulled him closer. �Bobby
tried to get me up and moving, saying we had to stop what was happening, and I
couldn�t even make myself care, Sam.� I
said right then and there to Bobby that the world could end, I just didn�t see
a point in carrying on anymore.�

Sam rested his chin lightly on the top of Dean�s
head, tears still falling as he hugged his brother.� �I know, Dean, I feel the same way right now, and it hasn�t even
happened yet,� he gave a wan smile, looking away.� �I�m terrified of losing you, and it just feels so hopeless right
now.� I just can�t bring myself to care
anymore about anything else.� He sighed heavily, closing his eyes.� �That�s why I say we forget about the
trickster for now, and split the time we have left between some brainstorming,
and��

�And what?��
Dean lifted his head and looked up at his brother skeptically, not
pulling away, just leaning back a little.�

�And doing something normal.�� Sam said quietly, giving Dean a small smile
as he set his hands on the other man�s shoulders.� �You pick for tonight, I get to choose tomorrow.��

�What about the brainstorming?� I know you said you don�t have anything to
stop this, Sam,� the older man said, resignation in his voice as he looked
down.� �You would have told me by now if
you had a way to break the deal.��

�I�ve got a few ideas, but I just need some time for
it to�come together.�� Sam said, giving
his brother a pleading look.� �I know
it�s getting close to the wire, but I�m not giving up on you Dean.� I just-�

�I know,� Dean cut him off, putting a finger on
Sam�s lips.� �You�re working on it, and
you need a bit more time, right?��

Sam nodded slowly, giving Dean�s shoulders a light
squeeze.�

Dean sighed, then chuckled softly.� �Alright, and in the meantime,� he slanted a
look at his brother.� �You said I get to
choose tonight�s activities, right?�� A smirk
settled on his lips that had Sam rethinking the wisdom of his words.� �Then I say we head down to the local
tavern, play some pool, get soused, and see about a little�after hours
entertainment.��

Sam couldn�t help but laugh at his brother�s suggestion,
which so closely mirrored his earlier thoughts.� He knew he�d end up staying out of the room for a while if his
brother did pick up a woman, as he would spend the time trying to formulate a
better plan for saving Dean than the two dangerous options he had now.

Both men jumped as they heard a slight sound coming
from outside the room door.� �What was
that?�� The brothers whispered in
unison, each drawing his gun as they made their way slowly toward the
door.� Sam wrenched it open, and Dean
lunged out, gun raised.�

�There�s�nothing here,� Dean said, scowling as he
looked around.� He lowered his head,
spotting three candy wrappers at his feet.�
�Jesus, this place is a dive,� he muttered, kicking at the litter.�

�Okay then, now that we�ve had our requisite scare,
let�s go,� Sam smiled faintly, shaking his head.�

�Yeah,� Dean narrowed his eyes, then turned and
walked back into the room, grabbing some salt and laying a line across the
windowsills, then one across the doorway.�
�Let�s just take a few precautions before we go.� Not that this�ll do any good if the
trickster�s nearby, but still,� he shrugged, putting the box away, then
grabbing his jacket.� �Alright, let�s
have some fun, shall we?�� He grinned,
punching Sam lightly on the arm before he walked outside.�

Sam just rolled his eyes, grabbing his own coat and
shutting the door, then locking it.�
�Yeah, let�s go.��

As they walked to the Impala, a shape took form in
the alley between the rooms and the office.�
The same cop that had watched Dean earlier peered out at the retreating
forms, pondering what he�d overheard.�
�Well Dean, seems like you�ve gotten yourself into quite the pickle this
time, haven�t you?�� He said, then
smirked as he decided it might be amusing to keep an eye on the two men for the
next 24 hours.�

To
Be Continued�
Yes,
I know, there�s countless fics around here about getting Dean out of his
predicament, I hope mine isn�t too unoriginal XD.� Read and review!��
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