AN: New story! : ) this was a completely random thought that came to me one day and I figured hey, that could be a good story LOL. I hope you guys like it! Set about two months after 'All Hell Breaks Loose part 2'. Enjoy!

Italics – memories/emphasis/thoughts

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Sam and Dean : (

Sam leaned against the side of the impala. He watched Dean silently as he did the same. Sam sighed loudly and turned to face Dean. Dean looked at Sam questioningly. Sam took a deep breath.

"Did you sell your soul for me like Dad did for you?" He asked, his voice breaking slightly.

"No!" Dean shouted, his voice filled with emotion and his eyes staring guiltily at the ground.

Sam pushed off from the impala and turned his whole body to face Dean. He looked at him searchingly.

"Tell me the truth, Dean."

Dean stayed silent, glaring angrily at the ground and contemplating his answer. He could tell Sam the truth and a part of him desperately wanted to, but he wouldn't. The thing that stopped him was the memory of how he had felt when their dad had done it for him. It had nearly killed Dean, living with the knowledge that his dad was dead because of him. He wouldn't do that to Sam. He braced himself and looked up into Sam's searching eyes.

"I'm telling you the truth, Sam. It was bad, it was real bad, but Bobby managed to stitch you up. Jake... Jake didn't get the knife in deep enough. You didn't die Sammy." Dean stumbled over some words but he managed to get them out.

Sam stared at Dean, searching his eyes for any sign of a lie. Dean forced himself to stare back. He couldn't tear his eyes away or Sam would know. Dean pushed back the emotions he could feel surfacing and waited.

Slowly, after what seemed like forever, Sam nodded. "Okay."

Dean started. "Okay?" He asked. Sam nodded again.

"Well okay then."


"I will give you one year and one year only. If you try and Welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. Sam drops dead."

Dean grabbed the back of the demon's head, pulling her toward him. He pressed his lips to her forcefully.

Sam drops dead...

Dean shot up in his bed, gasping for air. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his clothes stuck to his skin. His heart beat painfully in his chest. He turned to the bed next to him frantically; checking to make sure Sam was still there. He breathed in a sigh of relief at the rise and fall of his brother's chest.

Dean threw back the covers and quietly made his way pass Sam's bed and into the bathroom. He flipped the light on and softly pushed the door closed. Dean braced his hands on the edge of the sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like hell. Dark circles were under his eyes, his hair stood up at odd angles and the last remnants of sweat still coated his face. But the thing that stood out the most was the frantic look always present in his eyes.

It had been two months since he and Sam had killed yellow eyes, two months since the devil's gate was opened and Sam had been killed...two months since Dean sold his soul, bringing Sam back. Dean shook his head and reached to turn on the water. He cupped his hands under the tap and splashed the ice cold water on his face.

Sam still didn't know about Dean's deal with the crossroads demon, hence the reason for the frantic look in Dean's eyes. Sam couldn't know...could never know. It would kill him. Dean leaned his head against the pale yellow wall of the motel bathroom. Ten months. Ten months till his time was up, ten months to tell Sam. No...Ten months to distance himself from Sam.

Dean opened his eyes and lifted his head from the wall. That was it. He couldn't tell Sam so he would put some distance between them instead. Sam could go back to school...back to normal. Dean never should have pulled him away from that life anyway.


Dean jumped at the sudden knock at the door and the sound of Sam's voice calling his name.

"Hey, you alright?" Sam asked again.

"Fine." Dean called back.

"You sure?"

"I'm fine, Sam. Go back to bed." Dean snapped.

There was no response from the other side of the door but Dean could hear Sam walking back to his bed. Dean sighed in relief. If he was going to do this then he might as well start now. Dean looked at his reflection in the mirror again. The frantic look in his eyes was gone, replaced by a look of grim determination.

Dean flicked off the bathroom light and made his way back to his bed. He lay down quietly and stared at the ceiling. He listened closely for the sound of Sam's breathing and found that his little brother was still awake. Dean shut his eyes tightly and rolled over, turning his back to Sam. I'm sorry Sammy, he thought as he fell into a troubled sleep.

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