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All Dogs Go To Heaven. // Dean // Sept 3, 2016 16:23:49 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 3, 2016 16:23:49 GMT -5

Sam, who was highly amused by his actions, could have argued that actually it WAS helping. It was helping keep himself entertained so that he could let Dean take the lead on this interrogation. Otherwise he might have just taken his silver blade and gone to work. SO yes, actually, he was being very helpful, because he doubted Dean would appreciate a slayed skinwalker who probably would refuse to help them after that.

But for some reason he didn't think Dean was looking at it that way.

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All Dogs Go To Heaven. // Dean // Sept 3, 2016 17:08:34 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 3, 2016 17:08:34 GMT -5

Turning his focus back to 'Lucky' Dean squat down so they were at the same eye level, his expression gravely serious. "What are you gonna do to that family, really? You gonna put your jaws around that little boy's throat? Clamp down, listen to him cry for his mom?" He saw the pained look in 'Lucky's' eyes, guessing he'd hit pay dirt and continued to dig anyway. "'Cause I'm gonna guess that these are the only people who in your pathetic life have ever showed you any scrap of kindness. So it's either that..." He reached out with one hand and sliced through the ropes holding him, releasing him from the chair. "Or you can help us stop it."
~~~

"So... How are we supposed to get near something that can smell us a hundred yards off" Sam wanted to know as he and Dean stood by the idling Impala across the way from a large abandoned factory where 'Lucky' had led them. "We don't." Dean moved around to the trunk and pulled out his "sniper" rife, implying to Sam without words what his plan was. "We're talking the pack leader down" Sam guessed accurately. "Got a better idea?" It wasn't really a question; as far as Dean could tell there was no other idea, let a lone a better one. Sam looked uncertain nonetheless. "No, I...Crowley's not gonna be too happy about that." "Who gives a rat's ass?" Dean scowled, absolutely at the end of his rope with Crowley and taking orders from him. "We let that thing live one second, and it sends out that psychic dog whistle and..." He snapped. Sam chewed on his lip, considering this. "On the other hand, it could lead us to an Alpha. Then Crowley would give me my soul back." "Are you kidding?" Dean stared blankly at him. "150 people turned into monsters in one night. That's what you want??" Sam shook his head reluctantly. "No. Of course not. I... I'm just asking." His words said one thing, his expression said another. "All right, you know what? That's...that's it." Dean held up his rifle-free hand like a traffic cop, warding Sam off. "You say you're "just folks," yeah? That – that you like baseball and apple pie or whatever. But truth is, I don't know what you are 'cause you're not Sam." Sam sighed heavily. "Dean, come on." But Dean wasn't having any of it anymore. He was done. "I mean, it's your gigantor body and – and maybe your brain, but it's not you. So just...do us both a favor." He locked eyes with Sam intensely.

"Stop pretending."

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All Dogs Go To Heaven. // Dean // Sept 3, 2016 19:54:32 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 3, 2016 19:54:32 GMT -5

Sam stared back at Dean impassively, aware on some level that those words should have stung. But he felt nothing. They were just words.
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"He looks nervous, right?" Sam squinted at 'Lucky' from the roof of the next building over that he and Dean had set up on. Dean was setting up his rifle with its scope so he could have a clear shot. Sam fiddled with the box of silver bullets, waiting for Dean to need him to pass a few over to load the rifle when it was ready. "Wouldn't you be" Dean asked rhetorically without looking up from his rifle. "I'd double-cross us if I were him" Sam rationalized. "I mean, he's got to realize that's his best bet, if he wants to keep breathing." Dean continued to keep his focus on the rifle, nearly done with setting it up. "Nah, he'll go through with it." "You mean 'cause he loves that family?" Sam tried not to sound cynical but he wasn't sure it worked so well. Dean finally glancing up from the fully set up rifle to give him an exasperated stare and a dry, "yeah", confirmed his suspicion.

Sam handed over the box of bullets. He was going to keep quiet, he really was, but then somehow he was speaking again.

"I'd double cross us."

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All Dogs Go To Heaven. // Dean // Sept 4, 2016 10:09:16 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 4, 2016 10:09:16 GMT -5

Dean rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Dexter. That's reassuring." Sam shrugged. "Just making conversation." Dean honestly couldn't think of anything to say in response but fortunately a large white van pulled up to where 'Lucky' was standing just then and three large men got out. The door to the building opened and three more came out. Dean straightened up. "Here we go."

Sam grabbed a pair of binoculars from the ground at their feet and squinted through them, not having the lens of a sniper rifle to help him see that far. "Ok, that big guy, the driver – that's the guy Lucky met in the park" he informed his brother. Dean pivoted the rifle on its stand slightly to take in the bald guy who seemed to be using the other five men as bodyguards, which could mean only one thing. "That's gotta be the leader." "Take him out" Sam advised unnecessarily. Of course that was the goal here, Dean had been the one to decide that, he didn't need to be told. There was only one problem which he voiced now. "It's not clean. We got one shot at this – literally." If they missed, the others would know they were there and they couldn't take on five skinwalkers at once. They were good, but they weren't that good.

As Dean tried to angle the rifle so he could take down the pack leader, the big bald guy moved over to 'Lucky' and shook hands with him while two of the others escorted Mandy and Mandy's son from the back of the van, their wrists tied together, looks of absolute terror on their faces. "Take the shot" Sam demanded as the whole group began to move towards the inside of the building. "I'm trying" Dean insisted, tightening his grip on the rifle. "She's in the way!" "Take the shot anyway" was Sam's immediate counter in a methodical, business-like tone, free of any emotion. Dean let go of the rifle to turn and stare incredulously at his brother who stared back, unfazed. By the time Dean had turned back to the rifle and squinted through its lens, everyone was inside and the door was closed. He sighed in frustration. "Great."

"So..." Sam didn't seem discouraged. "Plan B?" Dean tilted his head to the side, confused.

"We've got one?"

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All Dogs Go To Heaven. // Dean // Sept 4, 2016 12:16:17 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 4, 2016 12:16:17 GMT -5

Sam gestured for Dean to take the rifle and headed for the fire escape to climb back down to ground level, reminding Dean as he moved, "we've always got a Plan B."
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Breaking into the factory was a piece of cake for the brothers who prided themselves on being able to get into any place, no matter the security. And as the building was abandoned, there was no security whatsoever. Sam gestured with one hand with swift, sharp, army-like movements, indicating silently which direction they should each take, and they separated. Sam crept stealthily up behind a giant barrel of something rotting, having been left there for years, to disguise his scent. "So, you with us or not" the big guy was asking 'Lucky'. "Yes, of course I am" came 'Lucky's' somewhat gravelly voice, sounding confident and not a bit nervous. "Fine. Prove it" the big guy instructed. "Turn them. Now. Both of 'em, while we watch. Or I'll kill you all." Mandy stifled what was probably a scream but just came out as a whimper. Not wanting to wait and find out if Dean had been right that 'Lucky' would restrain himself from turning them because of love, which Sam still doubted was the case anyway, he stepped out from behind the barrel, lifted his gun and fired a silver bullet straight into the big guy's heart. NOW Mandy screamed.

Two of the skinwalkers advanced on Sam threateningly. Sam took a step backwards, gun still raised. He fired once and they both went down. For perhaps a split second Sam was confused, until he saw Dean across the room, lowering his rifle. Two of the remaining four went after Sam while the final two charged Dean, leaving 'Lucky' alone with Mandy and her son. As Sam raced off in the opposite direction, drawing his two skinwalkers away, he saw 'Lucky' untying their wrists and leading them to a closet for safety. So maybe Dean had been right about that love thing after all.

Sam took down his two followers pretty quickly and returned to the open space where he'd left everyone else. Mandy and her son were no where to be seen so Sam assumed they were still hiding in the closet. Dean and 'Lucky' were both down for the count. The pack leader appeared to be the only skinwalker still living but it was he who was now standing over Lucky, one foot on his throat. "You're protecting THEM" the leader snarled, sounding appalled. "After what I did for you?? I gave you your life back! And what are you to them?? Nothing. You're just a stupid dog!" He removed his foot from 'Lucky's' throat and kicked him aside. "I was gonna turn them. But now I'm gonna kill them." He strode with purpose towards the closet. Sam hurried for his brother, knowing by instinct rather than feeling that that was who he should be most worried about in this situation. The older Winchester was feebly stirring by this point, groaning in pain. "Get Mandy and her kid" Dean insisted, pushing himself up into a seated position with a wince. So Sam turned back towards the closet but 'Lucky' had gotten there first, injured or not, having turned himself into the German Shepard and rushed the leader. Howling in pain, the leader managed to fling 'Lucky' from his back and, before either Winchester could register what was happening, a single gun shot rang out.

"Silver bullet, Lucky" the leader informed him, staring down cruelly at the bleeding, whimpering German Shepard and holding up his gun in triumph. But his triumph was short lived. While Sam had just continued staring at the unfolding scene, Dean had managed to get back to his feet, retrieve his gun, and fire. The pack leader lay on the ground. Dead. Sam glanced over at Dean with a straight face.

"See, I told you we always have a Plan B."

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All Dogs Go To Heaven. // Dean // Sept 4, 2016 12:42:07 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 4, 2016 12:42:07 GMT -5

That evening the brothers were sharing dinner from some fast food joint at a picnic table by the riverside. And sharing dinner really meant Dean picking at the food without eating and Sam only eating a bite here or there to feign normalcy. The atmosphere between them was distinctly awkward. But as a woman and her pet dog jogged past, Dean made a stab at conversation. "I'll never look at a dog the same." He took a swig of his beer, the only part of his dinner he'd touched. "Makes you wonder, though, huh?" Sam raised an eyebrow. "About what?" "How many packs are out there" Dean elaborated, looking off into the distance pensively. "What if they're all just waiting for the signal, you know?" It was a troubling thought. But not as troubling as what came out of Sam's mouth next.

"So...I was thinking. You were right. About me. I'm not your brother. I'm not Sam." Dean, with the exception of a slight tick of the muscle in his jaw, managed to keep his expression neutral. "Ok." He waited, knowing there was more, and Sam did not disappoint. "Um, all that "Blah, blah, blah," about still being the old me?" Sam waved one hand dismissively. "Crap. Like Lisa and Ben, right? I've been acting like I care about them. But I don't. I couldn't care less." Dean felt sort of like he was tumbling down a hill, getting faster and faster the more Sam spoke. "Is this supposed to make me feel better" he demanded. He would have given anything in the world to just be able to snap his fingers and put Sam's soul back in place. He wasn't sure how much longer he could deal with this imposter sitting across from him.

"You wanted the real me" Sam reminded him. "Well this is it. I don't care about them. I don't even really care about you." He voice was so casual. He may have just been talking about the weather for all the emotion he was using. The knife in Dean's heart twisted sharply, sending spikes of pain through his whole body. "Except that... I need your help." Sam was still talking, oblivious to the effect his words were having on Dean. "And you're clearly not gonna stick around for much longer unless I give it to you straight, so..." He tilted his head to the side and after a minute Dean realized he was waiting for the 'ok' to "give it to him straight". Dean nodded tightly, figuring nothing Sam said would make him feel worse than he already did.

"I've done a lot worse than you know" Sam began. "I've killed innocent people in the line of duty. I've tortured people that didn't need torturing. And I'm pretty sure it's not something the old me could've done. And maybe I should feel guilty. But I don't." Dean was wrong. He was very wrong. These new pieces of information made him feel a thousand times worse. Because the old Sam might have not given a crap about Dean sometimes if they were fighting but the old Sam would NEVER hurt people who didn't deserve it. He was truly broken. And they needed to fix him fast. "Sam get to the punchline" Dean demanded impatiently. Sam nodded in understanding and finished his little speech. "I don't know if how I am is better or worse. It's different." Dean could have told him it was worse. Much worse. But he left Sam finish. "You get the job done, and nothing really hurts. That's not the worst thing in the world actually. Makes it easier. But there are also things about it I remember that I..." He sighed and looked at directly at Dean. "Let's just say I think I should probably go back to being him." Dean actually felt marginally better than he had in a long time hearing these words. "That's a good thing Sam" he praised in relief. "That's definitely a step in the right direction." The only direction actually.

Sam half-smiled, looking somewhat cheerful, a look Dean hadn't seen on his face in awhile. "So what do we do now" he wanted to know. Dean, suddenly ravenous, picked up his burger and took a large bite before answering. "We do what we got to do." He swallowed, setting his jaw with forceful determination.

"And we get my brother back."

[THE END.]

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