When Sam made no notion against his plea, Martin went to shuffle through the boys' bag to grab the handcuffs he'd seen earlier.

"Martin," Sam breathed, "What the hell are you doing?"

Martin looked at Sam as if it should be obvious, "We can't have anything interrupting us, Sam." Without waiting for a response, he cuffed Dean answering, "Your brother's not just going to stay here and do nothing."

Sam frowned, looking at his unconscious older brother who was cuffed to a hotel's pipe and bleeding from where Martin had hit him. Martin, who had just been released from a mental hospital, as Dean had been all too eager to point out. Sam had thought they could use him, though. He had thought he could trust the man standing, waiting, in front of him. But, he had also always, always, trusted his brother. It was just…he wasn't receiving that trust back by a long shot. Dean had just said as much, but still… "Martin, get out of here."

"W-what?" Martin sputtered.

Sam shot him a look. "You heard me. Get out."

"Sam, you're brother wants to trust a vampire. What would your father say?"

At that, Sam grabbed the knife Martin had dropped and pushed him against the wall, "Listen, don't you dare bring my father into this. You don't know anything about what we've been through and Dean's my brother. Nothing changes that. You want to hunt Benny now and on your own, I won't stop you, but I wouldn't suggest it." Sam backed up, shoving Martin to the door, "I'm not to going ask again. Get out."

With a huff and final glance at the two boys, Martin nodded once and turned to leave, saying, "I'm right. You'll see."

When the door closed, Sam leaned his head against the wall for a minute, shaking his head. He didn't know who was right and he was mad as hell at his brother right now, but no matter what, he knew Dean would have his back on a hunt. He'd thought he could say the same for Martin, but after what he'd said about his family, he couldn't be so sure.

After a minute, he looked back across the room. Dean was still unconscious. How many times had they been here? One of them not trusting the other, screwing up, and getting cuffed for it. But, their lives had never been normal and Dean's retort still rang in his head, *"Benny has never let me down." Sam swallowed, but it was true, at least from what little Sam knew. And he recognized the tone his brother had, the look in his eyes. Dean believed everything he was saying about Benny. Sam didn't doubt that. But, there was still the argument he had made. And there was still a stupid and angry older brother to take care of.

With a sigh, he grabbed a cloth by the sink, running cold water over it. He went to kneel down by Dean, cleaning the drying blood around his forehead. It wouldn't need stitches; it was just a small cut from the force that Martin had knocked him out.

Grabbing it from the bag and sitting on a nearby chair, Sam turned the handcuff key over in his hands; a petty, hurt part of him was not quite willing to let Dean out, who ought to be waking up soon. He had told Dean he was too close to this and Sam believed it, but Sam also knew he needed to get his own head straight before moving any further.

In the next minute, Sam watched his brother wake up, groggily yanking at the cuffs before Dean silently met his gaze. For a minute, neither of them said anything.

Dean spoke first, "You gonna let me out?"

"Can you listen to me?"

"Sam, it's not Benny."

"We don't know that and evidence points toward it. Dean, we've.."

"Killed for a lot less? I heard you the first time. Thing is, Sam. A lot has changed since we last killed something on the jump of a gun. We know better than that. You know better than that."

Sam nodded, "Okay, but what else could it be?"

Dean shook his head. "I don't know."

Sam answered, "Well, it doesn't change the fact that innocent bodies are winding up dead and I'm sorry, I can't trust Benny's word on this." He held up his hand as Dean tried to interrupt, and continued, frustrated, "Maybe you can, Dean, but I can't, alright. Try to understand that, so how about we," he paused to calm down, "Go check it out together because you have to see how close you are to this, but I also know you believe it; and I know you enough to trust that instinct, but that's all it is right now, okay. If we find out you're right, well, you're right and I'm sorry. If we find out I'm right…"

"I will take care of it," Dean promised and paused before continuing, "God, well you talking till hell freezes over hasn't changed." He yanked at the chain, "Are we going to go?"

Sam wanted an apology, but he knew not to hold his breath with it coming from Dean; in time, it probably would come.

As Sam let his brother up Dean asked, "Where'd Martin go, by the way?"

"Gone. I told to him to leave. It's just us."

Dean looked at his little brother. "Okay."

Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural. *Marks a line taken heavily from the Episode Citizen Fang.