Ah, sorry this took so long, I don't really have an excuse, I've just been kinda uninspired and busy. Also I can't believe we have to wait another 2 weeks for the next episode! Damn, this is getting good. I've not really got anything to do tonight, so I'm gonna watch 5.18 and get this story finished, and then hopefully will update Hannah next. Thank you for reading as always, and enjoy and review if you get the chance :)

Sam sighed as he walked down to the Panic Room; the harsh metal walls all too familiar. Dean was there, as requested, on the bed attached to the wall. In unconsciousness, he looked small and vulnerable. Sam was never going to get used to seeing his brother like that, no matter how many times he did.

Setting the bowl, whiskey and towel down on the table, Sam sighed again and sat down on the chair beside it, just needing to think for a moment. He hated this room. Dean did too. It was safe, yes, but it held too many bad memories. Hallucinations mixed with real betrayals.

"I don't believe... in you"

Yeah, that hurt like hell. It wasn't as if Sam wasn't expecting it. He knew Dean had been having trouble trusting him since Ruby. And it made sense, of course. He had started the apocalypse. He had betrayed his brother.

But Dean had betrayed him first. To help, of course; always. He and Bobby had tricked Sam into the Panic Room to detox from the demon blood. That hadn't gone very well at all. No one had any idea how he had got out of there either. Sam least of all; he could barely remember anything when he was... 'medicated'.

And it happened again. It was Famine's fault, but Sam had given in. The look on his brother's face when he turned up, drunk on blood with power. He had asked, again, to be locked down. Dean had put him in the Panic Room almost before anything could happen. Of course, the detox was just as bad. And, according to Bobby Cas, it broke Dean. Of course it did.

And that was followed by their deaths... again.

Sam remembered telling Bobby, when he asked what really had hit Dean so hard to make him give up.

"Well, since those hunters found us and we were told in Heaven-" he had begun, only to be immediately interrupted.

"You died again?! In fact, you got killed? By hunters?" Bobby had been incredulous, and had every right to be. It was still a mystery how the hunters managed to sneak in on them and, yes, kill them. Again.

Sam had sighed, prepared to tell the short version of the story. "Well, yeah. They wanted to kill me for starting the apocalypse," he explained, matter of fact. Bobby had sighed and glanced away, but hadn't interrupted. "So, uh, they did. And then they shot Dean too, because they didn't really fancy him being on their ass for the rest of their life."

Bobby had realised what that meant, of course. "Hold up. They killed you first?" Sam had nodded, and Bobby's expression turned to one of understanding. "Great. Just the motivation he needed to want to sacrifice himself," he muttered, knowing exactly what a Dean Winchester having just seen his brother die was like.

Sam had nodded in agreement. Hell, he knew what he was like when he saw his brother ripped apart by hellhounds and die in terribly agony. Sometimes at night he has to watch Dean sleeping to reassure himself that the distant screams he could hear were from years ago, and his brother was alive and fighting next to him.

Well, he had been. But now...

He sighed again as he watched Dean sleeping even now. The angel had beaten him up and knocked him out, which figured. Cas was very powerful, more so than normal pissed off guys from bars, so Dean was going to be pretty sore and achy for a while, even more so than usual. Whether Cas would relent and help him remained to be seen.

With careful movements, Sam crouched down next to his brother and slipped off his jacket, watching Dean wince even in unconsciousness. But that was good too; a reaction to pain was helpful in situations.

Tossing the jacket on the floor by his chair as he stood up, Sam picked up the towel and dipped it in the warm water, and then poured a little whiskey onto it. Hunters' Helper, it was sometimes called. Good disinfectant for injuries, and for the mind - helps to numb the pain, as in if you drink until you are asleep. Dean and Bobby often did. Sam was afraid of addiction. He always was.

"Only you could piss off and angel so badly, Dean," Sam murmured as he knelt down next to his brother again, and gently as he could began cleaning the cuts from Cas' beating. However, said angel had also pissed off Sam, by doing this to Dean. Fortunately, Cas wasn't trying to sacrifice himself like Dean had been, and therefore had avoided a punch from Sam himself for his deeds. Narrowly.

Making sure none of the cuts were too deep, Sam dropped the towel on the table and moved on to the less obvious but definitely there injuries that came with being thrown against and at stuff and being beaten up.

Watching for pain reactions, Sam gently checked Dean's back and chest and stomach for injuries. A few deep bruises were definitely showing up, but nothing felt broken under Sam's practiced hands, and so he left that. It would hurt like hell for a couple of days, but it was all just bruises, luckily.

Sighing, Sam went back to the table and checked the draws. Sure enough, there was a pair of handcuffs waiting to be used. Probably still there from Sam's time in the room. It was almost like a symbol of this has gone far enough, now you'll have to be locked down.

He grimaced for what he was about to do, but he knew that he had to. They couldn't risk Dean getting out again. Also Sam didn't think he would be able to keep his temper if the angel got angry with Dean again. In fact, Cas would probably smite him himself next. No, that wouldn't go down very well.

So Sam walked back over to his brother and bent over him, carefully fastening the handcuffs over his right wrist, and then to the bed's frame. Dean was already laying on his right side, so Sam briefly pulled one leg up and put Dean's other hand next to his face on the pillow, in a kind of recovery position, so Dean was safe and comfortable.

He made sure Dean was locked down as well, and there was nothing in reaching distance to jimmy a handcuff lock. If Dean was conscious enough to try, anyway, which seemed unlikely in the close future.

Sam left his brother like that, picking up the bowl, towel and whiskey, and exited the Panic Room, closing the door. He didn't want to leave Dean right now really, but he needed some air, and they did need to make some kind of plan.

So he walked heavily up the metal stairs and into the kitchen, putting down what he was carrying by the sink, and onto the living room. Cas seemed to be trying to explain something, and Bobby was looking a cross between glaring at the angel and worrying.

They both looked up and Cas fell silent when Sam came in. The angel quickly glanced down, as if he didn't feel he had the right to look Sam in the eyes right now. Usually, the younger Winchester would have told his it was okay, but it wasn't. And Sam was actually still pissed, so it was just as well Cas wasn't going to go up against him.

"What's the plan?" Sam asked, as though they had been thinking of one. Cas glanced up and away, and Bobby shrugged. Sam resisted rolling his eyes. Family was definitely so helpful.

"I have checked the Beautiful Room," Cas informed him. "It is surrounded in and out by angels to keep anyone out." He shrugged too. "Not sure how I would get past them."

Sam looked at him. "We," he corrected. Bobby and Cas stared at him. "I'm taking Dean too."

Bobby sighed and glanced away too. Sam was beginning to get riled that no one was looking him in the eye. As if they all needed to lie to him to keep him from killing them, really. Which, Sam considered, wasn't that far from the truth.

"Sam, you can't take Dean," Cas replied, as if he was in charge there. Sam just had to give him and cold look for the angel to back off. He glanced helplessly at Bobby for help.

"Look, Sam, Dean's said yes once already, and look how that turned out," Bobby pointed out reasonably.

Sam sighed. "I know." He looked pointedly at Cas again for a second, who looked away.

"So why the hell are you gonna take him where he can say yes, and this time it'll be taken on instantly!"

Cas added, "I doubt I would be able to stop him if he says yes in front of the angels."

This time Sam did glare at him. "Yeah, I don't think I want you stopped Dean any more," he said warningly.

Bobby sighed at that. Yeah, there was no way Sam was letting Dean give up anywhere near Cas again. After such a display of anger on one of the Winchesters, there was no way he was going to be able to commit anything against them again anytime soon.

"Well, what's your genius plan?" Bobby asked, already knowing he wasn't going to like the answer.

Sam shrugged. "Go in all or nothing," he replied simply, and walked out.

Cas and Bobby exchanged an uneasy look. The Winchester's plans never, well, went to plan, and this one may be their most foolish one yet. And it was all derived on Sam's faith in his fallen big brother.

So when Dean woke up with Sam right by his side an hour later, it didn't matter what he said. Because Sam had faith in him, and with that... screw the plan. Because the Winchesters, of all people, weren't ruled by destiny. The were ruled by themselves and their bond only. And that was enough for the world.

So that really didn't go to plan (unlike the Winchesters, I like plans) but hey, it's done now, even if it took me ages - I had to rewatch the same scenes a LOT to really get any inspiration. But there we go and that's that. (That's that alright). Um, hope you like. Now it's 11.30pm and I have college in the morning and I'm tired so it's watching 5.19 just because it's on and then bed. Night!

2nd note: Yeah I wrote this last night but by the time I finished the internet had been turned off, so I haven't had chance to publish until tonight! Sorry for the wait again but hope it's alright at least :)