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Chapter 7

Dean carefully drove down the highway, glancing over at a sleeping Sam occasionally. It all felt so unreal still that he was back with Sam. And he hated to admit it but he was scared, he was no longer shielded from detection which put them both in a lot of danger. Even if other hunters didn't know the truth and just though Dean Winchester had broken and turned demon in record time they would be out to end him. Plus there were those that knew about Sam's abilities. Add in all the demons that would want a piece of them…well the odds were not in their favour. So how the hell could Sam be sleeping so peacefully next to him? He was one crazy human.

Before meeting Sam Dean had only been around a handful of humans since becoming a demon, living ones anyway. Did the souls he had tortured in hell count? He'd possessed his body in its hospital bed, scaring the staff half to death. Then there had been those he had come across on his way to find Sam. He hadn't killed any of them, too focused on his mission and his promised reward to want to mess things up. After meeting Sam he had forced himself to act like the humans around him as much as possible and it had been hard at first but time and practice had made things easier. But now that Sam knew the truth he could be himself as long as he didn't hurt anyone. Despite the danger they were in he couldn't remember ever feeling happier or freer. Nothing in his faded human memories could possibly compare.

"Dean?" The sleepy call had him smiling as he glanced over at Sam.

"Hey sleepyhead." He teased and Sam stretched.

"Where are we?"

"Pretty much the middle of nowhere."

"So no chance of a motel?" Sam sat up better and looked around.

"Sorry."

"No problem Dean." Sam shifted to lean against him and Dean couldn't help smiling slightly at the contact. Dean drove silently, not bothering with 'his' tapes for once. He was perfectly content with Sam leaning sleepily against him.

Dean frowned as he looked at the usual protections. Protections that would now affect him. But without them Sam would be at risk.

The door opened and Sam walked in with their dinner. "Dean? What's wrong?" Dean just pointed at the supplies and let his eyes flicker black and Sam's eyes widened. "Not a problem." He grinned and dug out a book, tossing it to Dean who frowned but opened it to the marked page.

Green eyes widened in surprise and he looked at Sam in shock and awe. "You….you really thought this out."

"Of course." Sam just shrugged and began getting out what they needed. When the time came Dean let a few drops of blood drip into the herbal mixture and then watched as Sam painted symbols around the windows and door. Once he was done they sat down to eat dinner before curling together in bed. Dean wrapped an arm around Sam's waist and Sam curled into him, already drowsy. Dean kissed his forehead and closed his eyes. Now that he was healed be didn't really need sleep but it felt good to just rest with Sam.

Bobby threw another book aside angrily. Sam still wasn't answering his phone and Bobby couldn't find any way to track him down. It terrified him that Sam had been out of contact for so long, what if the closest person he had to a son was dead? The mystery of 'Dean Winchester' still bothered him too. Who and what was he? How had he made them all think he was John's son and had always been there?

Tbc…