YES!  That is correct...an update.  Don't faint everyone, its true.

This is now finished...thank god.  Sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy and thank you for sticking with me.

The incantation that Sam reads, is one I found on the internet, but considering its been such a long time since I started writing this I cant for the life of me remember ( Read more... )

Because its been a stupidly long time...in case anyone has forgotten what the hell is going on with this story, he is the previous part... here...

Now, I don't want any "what the hell V?" This isn't finished yet so keep that in mind at the end of this chapter ok??  *runs away*

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Once again, stolen dialogue.  this time from No Rest For The Wicked.

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Sam can practically hear the clock ticking in his brain, tick tock tick tock, and it is killing him. He keeps stealing glances at Dean, watching him, making sure he hasn't been taken from him too early, trying to memorise every single detail of his face, and in ( Read more... )

"Borrowed" some dialogue from Bedtime Stories.

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“I don't understand Dean, why not?” Sam sounds angry, even to his own ears he can hear that, but he wants nothing more than for Dean to pull the car over and just talk to him, let him explain, make Dean see his point.

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Sorry *cowers* it has been so long, real life got in the way *kicks real life*

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Sam doesn't know why he agreed to this.
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Sam takes the coffee proffered by his brother, smiles at him as his fingers touch his, another secret touch shielded from Bobby by gruff words, or no words at all. But the smile he sends Dean is all for Dean.

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Sam has decided that he hates himself. Not only is he in so far over his head, having no way, no idea, no notion, of even where to start to get Dean out of this mess that their lives have become. But he practically shoved his feelings and his sick obsession on his already broken brother.

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Sam hasn't thought this through, he realises this as Dean looks at him over the kitchen table strewn with text books, books that look older than any Sam has ever seen, even in the Stanford Library. Hasn't thought through what to do now he's here, starting at his brother across a table in the kitchen of a house he has no memory but knows, like the ( Read more... )

Sam sits by the bed, watching the laboured breathing, and his brother's chest rise and fall with each breath. The brother that up until an hour ago he had no idea if he existed or not.

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Ok, so the moment that I have been waiting for, dunno about anyone else.  But Sam and Dean finally see each other....

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