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Title<\/strong>: Silent Hunter
\nAuthor<\/strong>: Bj Jones
\nRating<\/strong>: FRAO
\nSummary<\/strong>: The demon takes Dean\u2019s hearing \u2013 will he continue to hunt?
\nAuthor\u2019s<\/strong>Note<\/strong>: I was inspired by this idea. I\u2019m not deaf, and I don\u2019t claim to fully understand the world they live in. I hope this is taken as an inspiration it\u2019s supposed to be. To clarify before the story starts \u2013 when you see dialogue with single quotes \u2018\u2019 its conversation in ASL (American Sign Language); Italicized \u2018\u2019 is conversations over tty\/phone\/blackberries.
\n2nd Author’s Note<\/strong>: This is part of series that ties into CSI: Miami: \u00a0Silent Witness<\/a> & Silent Healing<\/a><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Dad had taken off on his own more and more over the past few years. It was like he was suddenly free of the burden of having his sons to watch out for and take care of, and could just focus on finding the demon. It had been four weeks since Dean had had an actual conversation with his father, and even more since he laid eye on him. Hell, the only reason he even knew the bastard was alive was because he kept getting coordinates on his phone.<\/p>\n

Dean looked at the map and checked the coordinates. Another small town in the middle of nowhere USA. He tossed it onto the passenger side of the car and headed towards Nowheresville, Idaho to check out a haunted hotel. Metallica blaring out the windows, the roar of the engine under his feet, all was good in the world for Dean Winchester. Except for the fact he was tired, not just physically, though he felt as if he could sleep for the next few weeks, but also mentally. The only thing that kept him going was the hunt.<\/p>\n

It was something Sammy had never understood. The hunt. Taking out all the evil sons of bitches in this world. If one kid slept peacefully and unworried about the monster in the closet, Dean had done his job. But Sam just saw him as his father\u2019s son, and in a sense he was. He was a soldier, he took dad\u2019s orders, he fought and bled for the cause. Sam didn\u2019t want this life, but he never understood that Dean did, and it had nothing to do with their mother\u2019s death. Don\u2019t get him wrong \u2013 he wanted the son of a bitch dead, but that was dad\u2019s quest not his. Dean had just made himself a new quest, and made his own path. Just because it followed the road their dad built for them didn\u2019t make it less worthy than the perfect \u201cnormal\u201d life of college, career with a wife and kids.<\/p>\n

He startled slightly when his phone rang. Staring at it as if it was possessed, he grabbed it and flipped it open.<\/p>\n

\u2018Dean.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cDad?\u201d he glanced at the phone again. Well if you think of the devil he calls.<\/p>\n

\u2018I need you to come down here.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are you?\u201d Dean pulled over to the side of the road. \u201cWhat\u2019s the case…\u201d He stilled, his hands shook softly. \u201cYou think it\u2019s him, the demon?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2018It\u2019s him alright, bastard is after another family.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m on my way.\u201d Dean hung the phone out and leaned his head against the steering wheel, variety of emotions going through him. He dialed the number before even realizing it.<\/p>\n

\u2018Hello? Anyone there? Damn it, Tom if this is a joke…\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

Dean hung up the phone, slipping it into his pocket. He turned the car around and headed for Texas, to finally put down the bastard that destroyed his family.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

The first thing he noticed was the pain. Sharp, agonizing pain that settled through his whole body. The second thing he noticed was the blinding light. He blinked and tried to turn his head to get away from the light. When he couldn\u2019t move he started to struggle, but hands held him down, sending him off into a blind panic. A sudden burst of pain shot up his spine into his head, he cried out and slipped back into the welcoming darkness.<\/p>\n

When he woke up the second time, he felt the blessed numbness that morphine brings. He looked around the sterile hospital room, taking in the machines and monitors. He frowned trying to remember how he got here; he remembered dad calling. He had a lead on the demon…<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

He had parked the Impala next to dad\u2019s truck. Walked up to room number six, a smirk on his face ready to give shit to his father about the room number. For as long as he could remember, they had never stayed in a room with the number six or thirteen. He had knocked on the door, his senses going on alert when the door swung open. He pulled his gun and called out as he stepped over the threshold. Trained eyes swept the room looking for anything out of place, and something was<\/em>terribly out of place: there were no salt lines.<\/p>\n

He never saw the first blow. The sickening sound of ribs cracking rang in his ears as he hit the wall, landing on the floor. An invisible force pulled him back up and shoved him against the wall. He gasped and looked into his father\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cDad…\u201d He bit back a moan of pain as he felt fire spread across his chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s not here right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean stared into the yellow eyes of the creature they had been hunting for over twenty years. \u201cBastard.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that all you can come up with?\u201d He mocked. \u201cThe infamous cocky Dean Winchester.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going to fucking kill you,\u201d Dean growled biting back a scream of pain.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re worthless you know that.\u201d The demon grabbed Dean\u2019s shirt front. \u201cOnce Sammy left, John had no use for you. He just left, like Sam did. Leaving poor pathetic Dean all alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDad I know you\u2019re in there…\u201d He cried out as pain washed over him. \u201cPlease… dad… please help me…\u201d<\/p>\n

The demon laughed and dropped him to the ground. \u201cDid you know you were an accident? You were a mistake. Screwed up their lives. Mary was going to go to college, just like Sammy did. But she got knocked up with you and became a housewife in Kansas.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean looked up at the demon wearing his father\u2019s face, using his father\u2019s voice. \u201cDemons lie…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot when the truth is so much more painful,\u201d he squatted down next to him. \u201cSam was their pride and joy. Their hope for the future. They realized pretty young you weren\u2019t worth much. Only thing you were good at was protecting Sam, and now you\u2019re no longer needed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck you.\u201d Dean spat at him. \u201cKilling me will only make them hunt you more.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou actually think Sam is going to leave his perfect life to avenge a brother he abandoned?\u201d The demon laughed. \u201cHow does it feel, my boy? To be neglected, worthless, useless, and tossed out like yesterday\u2019s trash? Your family leaving you behind, because they have more important things to do than love you. You were unwanted when you were born and you\u2019ll be unwanted when you die.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean screamed out in pain, blood began to drip from his nose and ears. He looked up one last time to see the demon step back, yellow eyes turning brown. The world then went dark and silent.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

He laid his head back against the pillow, a tear running down his cheek. The cruel words echoed in his head; he knew the demon had spoken the truth. Dean had always given everything for his family, and in return he had been left by the side of the road. He angrily wiped away the tear and focused on what had to be done. He needed to contact Bobby, and let him know the demon had dad. But first he needed to get out of the hospital.<\/p>\n

He sat up carefully to survey his injuries. His chest and abdomen were sore and bandaged heavily. Cracked ribs but no broken bones, that at least is good, he thought. He pulled out the I.V., un-hooked the monitors and got out of the bed. Stumbling slightly, he steadied himself on the wall and moved into the bathroom to get a look at his injuries.<\/p>\n

Well Dean you look like shit, he shook his head then moaned at the pain shooting down his neck.<\/p>\n

Looked like he was walking out of here with the clothes he had on, the ones he had been wearing must have been destroyed. He stepped into the hallway and looked around. He headed for the elevators, avoiding the nurses\u2019 station. As he approached them, he realized something was terribly off. He stopped and looked around; the hospital was too quiet. The elevator door opened, revealing a nurse and a doctor. Both looked at him and moved towards him.<\/p>\n

Dean frowned, his eyes narrowing. He could see them talking but couldn\u2019t… He backed up his head shaking. The doctor grabbed him; he began to struggle as more nurses began to run down the hallway. Dean screamed with all his might, but the world had gone silent.<\/p>\n

Six Months Later<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sam glanced up from the book he was reading and frowned when he saw Jess approaching the table. \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n

She sat down across from him, \u201cHave you been in here all afternoon?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, doing research for my paper,\u201d He smiled at her. \u201cDid I miss something?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. \u201cBut Tom is looking for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam grimaced then closed his book. \u201cWhat does he want?\u201d He really didn\u2019t want to deal with the Resident Advisor today or tomorrow or ever really. He swore the guy was some low level demon. No one could be that annoying and not be. He had even tossed Holy Water on him, but it didn\u2019t phase him.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo idea,\u201d Jess smiled. \u201cJust that he needed to find you ASAP!\u201d<\/p>\n

He grabbed his bag and stood up. \u201cI\u2019ll go find out what crisis he has today. See you tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be waiting,\u201d she winked at him then turned serious. \u201cCall me if you need me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam gave her a quick wave and headed for the dorms. He hated the fact he was still living in the dorms, but with all his concentration on schooling, the hours he worked at the bookstore really weren\u2019t enough to afford an apartment, and he couldn\u2019t complain since he was getting the room paid for by his scholarship. It hadn\u2019t take him long to find Tom, he was lounging in front of the dorms annoying the residents.<\/p>\n

\u201cTom, Jess said you were looking for me.\u201d He said as he approached the RA.<\/p>\n

\u201cSammy…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s Sam.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou my boy are in big trouble.\u201d Tom stood up and wrapped an arm around him or tried, considering he was at least six inches shorter than Sam. \u201cSeems people from the Dean\u2019s Office are looking for you… more like demanding to know where you were. Whatcha do man? Come on you can tell ol\u2019 Tommy.\u201d<\/p>\n

He removed the arm from his shoulders and stepped back. \u201cDid they say why?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNope, I even offered to give you a message for them, but they just said you\u2019re needed at the Dean\u2019s Office.\u201d Tom shrugged.<\/p>\n

Sam turned and headed for the Dean\u2019s Office. He couldn\u2019t figure out what they would want to talk to him about. His grades were surpassing the requirements to keep his scholarship, he hadn\u2019t done anything to attract attention. He walked up to the building, dread filling his stomach. Something was off he could feel it. Old instincts kicked in as he surveyed the area, but nothing seemed out the ordinary. As he approached the Dean\u2019s office, a cold chill ran down his spine.<\/p>\n

He stepped into the room and froze in shock. Impossible. The Dean looked up and smiled at him. \u201cSamuel, it\u2019s good to see you. How\u2019s your classes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood, Mr. Wallace.\u201d Sam glanced over to the other occupant.<\/p>\n

\u201cSam.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDad. What brings you here?\u201d He asked hesitantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry we had to go such lengths to find you. Your father said it was a family emergency. Now if you need to take time off, it\u2019s not going to be an issue…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll doubt I\u2019ll need time off,\u201d Sam eyes narrowed at his father.<\/p>\n

\u201cSam Winchester.\u201d John\u2019s voice dropped.<\/p>\n

Sam stiffened at the tone. \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething\u2019s happened…\u201d He began.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m out,\u201d he spat out. \u201cFrom the moment you told me to go and never come back.\u201d<\/p>\n

John grabbed Sam\u2019s arm and pulled him out of the office into the hallway. \u201cListen to me boy.\u201d He hissed in a low voice. \u201cThis isn\u2019t a time for the stubbornness you\u2019ve inherited from me to come out and play. Get your head out of your ass and for once listen<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam stepped back and stared at the older man. \u201cI have a life here; I don\u2019t care what you want or whatever hunt you need help…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s Dean.\u201d John looked at him. \u201cHe\u2019s missing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

The older Winchester looked around and pulled Sam closer to the wall, \u201cThe demon…\u201d He saw his son\u2019s eyes narrow.<\/p>\n

Sam shook his head, trying to shake sudden images crowding his mind. \u201cWhat happened dad?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t the place, but right now your family needs you.\u201d His voice softened. \u201cI know things went south, but now is not the time to make a point about your independence.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow long?\u201d Sam looked at him. \u201cHow long has Dean been missing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSix months.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you\u2019re just now\u00a0<\/strong>telling me!\u201d He yelled stepping back.<\/p>\n

The older man grabbed Sam\u2019s arm again and looked around the hallway. \u201cSamuel Winchester, you will calm down?! I don\u2019t need you to go off half-cocked, and it won\u2019t help Dean. Pack a bag; I\u2019ll drive around to pick you up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam nodded and moved down the hall, pausing he turned back around. \u201cYou know where my dorm is?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou actually think I wouldn\u2019t know where my boy was?\u201d John asked a bit surprised<\/p>\n

Sam just continued down the hallway. His mind was running a mile a minute. Dean. His brother. Missing. For six months. And they were now just telling him. Dean had always been there, always. Every memory Sam had was centered around Dean. Walking away from Dean was the hardest thing he had ever done. But his brother was his father\u2019s son, and hunting was his life. He didn\u2019t understand Sam\u2019s need to be normal. He threw his books on this bed and grabbed a duffle bag. Sam packed the essentials, quickly adding a few weapons he had hidden within the room. He grabbed his laptop and added it to his backpack along with a few books that they might need. He surveyed the room and headed out the door, only to run into Jess.<\/p>\n

She looked at his stuff then up at him, \u201cGoing somewhere?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFamily emergency,\u201d he said moving past her.<\/p>\n

\u201cSam,\u201d she ran after him. \u201cYou\u2019ve never talked about your family and suddenly you\u2019re leaving in the middle of the semester.\u201d<\/p>\n

He turned and looked at her. \u201cJess… I can\u2019t explain it okay? I have to go.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI take this means our date\u2019s off,\u201d She frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll call,\u201d he gave her a quick kiss and ran down the path towards the waiting truck.<\/p>\n

He tossed his bags in and settled into the passenger seat. John watched the blonde for a moment and then started the truck, \u201cPretty.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Sam agreed. \u201dWe\u2019ve only been out a few times, but I liked her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor what it\u2019s worth Sam, I\u2019m sorry.\u201d He said pulling out of the parking lot. \u201cI know how important this was to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHad a funny way of showing it,\u201d Sam shrugged looking out of the window. \u201cHaven\u2019t talked to you since that night, and only get sporadic phone calls from Dean.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou wanted normal, so we gave it to you.\u201d Sam turned and looked at him. \u201cYou wanted a life without hunting. What would have happened if we showed up? The hunt would have entered your normal\u00a0<\/em>that you desperately craved.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam turned back and stared out the window. He didn\u2019t quite know what to say to that.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

They stopped at a typical hotel, with cheap rates, ugly bedspreads, and peeling wallpaper. Sam tossed his bag onto the bed furthest from the door out of habit. He sat down and rested his head in his hands. John was moving around the small room, salting the windows and doors, always prepared. Sam looked up at the older man, just watching him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou going to tell me what the hell is going on?\u201d he demanded.<\/p>\n

The hunter sat down on the bed across from him, taking a few moments to collect his thoughts. He wasn\u2019t sure how to tell Sam what had happened. How the demon had destroyed their family once again. \u201cI\u2019m not sure where to start. I\u2019ve been hunting this son of a bitch forever, found signs and clues when he will appear. I saw them start down in Texas and went for it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlone?\u201d Sam asked moving to stand.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want you to sit there and not say a word until I\u2019m finished.\u201d John pointed at the bed, Sam sat back down. \u201cThis isn\u2019t easy for me, hell Sam I would give everything in the world not to be telling you this. I was going through birth records, trying to narrow down the parameters of possible families he would attack. I had finally got it down to two families. I was just trying to figure which one I would go for, when a sudden chill swept through the room.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you call Dean?\u201d Sam demanded then shut up at John\u2019s look. His father had always looked haunted, but now there was added pain and misery.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was very sudden. I could feel him in me…It was like watching from the sidelines. I was yelling, screaming, fighting but no one could hear me. He called Dean, and told him to come and help. Of course your brother jumped to do my bidding.\u201d John stood up and began to pace the room. \u201cDean never knew what hit him; he stepped straight into his trap. I could hear the cruel words he was saying, Dean begging for his life…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDad?\u201d Sam\u2019s voice shook.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething in me snapped and I got control back, just barely. I stared down at my son, laying there broken and bleeding and I ran. I knew if I didn\u2019t get out of there he would finish the job. I called 911 and reported the situation, and then drove straight through to Bobby\u2019s. The whole time he was laughing and mocking me, flashes of what he did and said to your brother. I stumbled into Bobby\u2019s and literally dragged myself to the devil\u2019s trap. The demon once again had taken control.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about Dean!?\u201d Sam demanded.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe demon wasn\u2019t through with us yet,\u201d John sat back down his head in his lap. \u201cHe spouted off how he knew where you were, and that you would be finally his…and then he was gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you took you SIX FUCKING MONTHS to contact me!\u201d Sam yelled standing up. \u201cYou beat the shit out of him almost killing him and no one calls me!\u201d<\/p>\n

The older man got up into his face. \u201cDo you think this is easy for me, knowing it was my face, hands, and mouth that did this to my son?! But I still had to protect you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Why?\u201d He shook his head and paced the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cDean would do anything to protect you Sam, and the demon would have a hard time getting past that type of devotion. But now that he\u2019s been removed…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe can come after me without a threat to him.\u201d Sam\u2019s eyes hardened. \u201cThat fucking bastard better think twice before coming after me, because after I send its sorry ass to hell for touching Dean, I\u2019ll let you kick his ass.\u201d He pulled out his laptop and sat down. \u201cGive me all the information you have, on the demon, the cases you were working, everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

John\u2019s eyebrow shot up; he shook his head and pulled out his notebook and sat down across from his son. He would have thought that the demon would have learned not to piss off a Winchester, let alone all three of them. He had just hoped they could find Dean. John wanted nothing more than to hold his son and tell him it was all lies. That he was loved, wanted and needed. He glanced up to see Sam typing away, muttering darkly under his breath. He shook his head clear of thoughts and regrets and set out to reunite his family.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

It had been six weeks and there still had been no word on Dean. Sam had followed all their previous leads, checked new ones, and even called a few of his own favors in, but still nothing. Dean essentially had disappeared. He was waiting for the hospital records hoping to get some clue on the extent of the injuries his brother had sustained, but it was taking a while.<\/p>\n

John had worked himself into a slight frenzy desperately searching for his oldest and trying to keep his youngest protected. They had been attacked a few times by a variety of demons, the young woman Meg was one he wouldn\u2019t be forgetting soon. He had almost lost Sam because of his own stubbornness. Separating had been the stupidest thing he had done, leaving Sam by the side of the road. John mentally smacked himself; wasn\u2019t it bad enough he had one son to find, and he had almost lost the second. And hell if he had found Dean, he would have kicked his ass for losing Sam.<\/p>\n

The two were maintaining an uneasy truce, both agreeing that the goal was to find Dean \u2013 nothing else was important.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou would think a \u201867 Chevy Impala wouldn\u2019t be that hard to find. I mean really how many of them are there in this world!\u201d Sam tossed his pen down and glared at the computer.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere Dean goes so does the car,\u201d John smiled, remembering with fondness the look on Dean\u2019s face when he had given him the keys. \u201cIf he\u2019s in hiding so is she, the two shall not part.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah well,\u201d Sam growled. \u201cIt\u2019s a big ass piece of metal. How hard could it be to find?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s also as stubborn as your brother.\u201d The eldest Winchester pointed out.<\/p>\n

\u201cI swear if he\u2019s alive and just laying low with some chick I\u2019m kicking his ass and torching the car.\u201d He growled and pushed away from the desk. \u201cAnd how long does it take to get the damn records?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSam calm down,\u201d John put a hand on his shoulder. He ignored the flash of hurt when Sam shrugged it off. \u201cWe\u2019ll find him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen what?\u201d He turned and looked at his father. \u201cThis isn\u2019t something you can just ignore or shrug off. Despite the fact we all know it was the demon, it was still your body and that will stay with him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour brother is a Winchester and he\u2019s tough and stubborn, we\u2019ll put this behind us and move on.\u201d John shrugged and moved towards his bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s it? \u2018Sorry Dean for almost killing you, let\u2019s get a beer?\u2019 \u201d Sam glared at him. \u201cYou just expect him to fall back in line, me to fall back in line.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSam,\u201d John glared up at him. \u201cThis isn\u2019t the time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen is<\/em>the time, dad?\u201d He shrugged. \u201cWhy was it so bad for me to go to college? And don\u2019t use that shit about protecting me, obviously you still did. I mean…I know I\u2019m not Dean the perfect hunter but are you that disappointed in me?\u201d<\/p>\n

John Winchester looked up at his youngest son. He had been amazed how much he still had grown after he had left. He was taller than John, had a few pounds on him, most of it bulk and muscle. And yet he could only see his baby boy. The one Dean carried out of the fire, raised and protected. How did it get to a point where both questioned his love for them? Everything he did was for them, to protect them.<\/p>\n

\u201cSam you will always be my baby boy, one I need to protect anyway that I can. Despite the fact you think Dean is just like me he\u2019s not.\u201d He gave him a small smile. \u201cHe\u2019s very much like your mother. You, my boy are like me, which is probably why we want to kill each other. I\u2019m proud of you. I am. I\u2019m just not good at these things…\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam sat down across from him on the other bed. \u201cWe never talk. Argue, scream, throw things\u2026but never talk.\u201d<\/p>\n

John held his hand up, \u201cAs your brother would say, enough with the chick flick.\u201d<\/p>\n

He laughed easily. \u201cLet\u2019s get some rest.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll find him, Sammy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s Sam.\u201d He lay down on the bed. \u201cAnd when we do I\u2019m so kicking his ass.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks Bobby,\u201d John clicked the phone shut and stared out the truck window.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d Sam asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cDean just popped up on the radar,\u201d He glanced over at his son. \u201cIn Georgia, hunting a ghost.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s hunting?\u201d Sam stared at him in shock. \u201cI\u2019m going to kill him. Did Bobby say anything else?\u201d<\/p>\n

John started the truck and pulled back out on the highway. \u201cThe contact said something was off, but didn\u2019t know what. That Dean was ignoring everyone and kept to himself, even when the contact called out to him Dean just kept walking.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDoesn\u2019t sound like him; let\u2019s go see what the hell is going on.\u201d Sam leaned back in his seat. All he wanted to do was hold his brother close, find out what the hell happened, then scream at him for scaring them. And then he was never letting him out of his sight ever again.<\/p>\n

Andersonville, Georgia\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dean stood on the hill and looked out over the land. Andersonville, Civil War prisoner of war camp, soaked with the blood of soldiers that died not in battle with honor, but in their own filth. He really wasn\u2019t surprised it was haunted by pissed off ghosts. The museum had a complete record of all the soldiers lost. The problem was, despite the nice row of white tombstones in the cemetery clearly marked, he truly had no idea where the body was buried. When they had moved the bodies to the cemetery they weren\u2019t able to distinguish the identities of the soldiers. So if he was lucky his guy was in the grave that had his name. If he wasn\u2019t, Dean shook his head. He wasn\u2019t going to think about that.<\/p>\n

He walked back to the Impala and drove out of the national park back to the hotel outside of the town. He opened up the laptop and read through his notations. He glanced back at the files he had pulled from the local library. Private Henry Kenson was eighteen years old and had died from complications of a gunshot wound. According to the journal of one of the survivors, Kenson had crossed the no man\u2019s land to retrieve his hat and was shot by one of the guards for \u2018trying to escape\u2019.<\/p>\n

Not surprising he was haunting the area specifically going after anyone in uniform. Dean pulled out his weapons and checked to make sure they were clean and ready. He grabbed his gear and headed back out to the park. The grave was further back in the cemetery, which was good for Dean to keep out of sight. Quickly surveying the area he walked down the rows, reading the names as he went by. Most of them were just kids, and had died fighting for what they believed in.<\/p>\n

He stopped and looked around the cemetery. He remembered stories their dad had told them about Vietnam, the honor of being a soldier. He turned back around and focused on his duty, but couldn\u2019t help but think how the past few months had changed his viewpoint on his own life and duties. He was a soldier just like the men who were laid to rest in these graves, and he had the scars of his tours of duty to prove it. He would be damned if he was going to let that demon change his fate. He was a Winchester and they killed evil sons of bitches. Even if they were once a proud soldier.<\/p>\n

Dean took one last look around and began to dig the grave up, taking quick pauses to look around the area, his hand touching the ground gently, before going back to digging. The moment he had hit the wooden coffin he had felt the tremor around him. He quickly broke open the coffin and pulled himself out of the grave in time to see the figure charging him. He fired his shotgun while pulling the salt out of his bags and pouring it over the body, dropping it back into his bag and snagging the lighter fluid. At least he knew he had the right grave.<\/p>\n

His back stiffened as the cold crept over his skin; he fell as he turned, shooting the ghost as it rounded on him from behind. Quickly reloading his shotgun, he grabbed the small string of cloth and lit it, and, taking one more shot at the ghost, he dropped it into the grave setting the bones and coffin ablaze.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sam was out of the truck before John came to a full stop. He had grabbed the shotgun from the gun rack and ran down the rows of white towards his brother, John only a few steps behind him.<\/p>\n

\u201cDEAN!\u201d Sam yelled as the spirit came up from behind him. Dean quickly turned and took another shot before quickly setting the bones and coffin on fire. The spirit screamed in agony as he was pulled from this world into the next. The two Winchesters stopped in front of the burning grave and looked at the person they had been searching for.<\/p>\n

Dean\u2019s back was to them, he was calmly packing up his gear. He flung the bag over his shoulder and barely gave them a second glance as he headed back towards the Impala.<\/p>\n

\u201cDean!\u201d Sam caught up with him, grabbing his arm. \u201cWe\u2019ve been searching for you for over six months! Where the hell have you been?\u201d<\/p>\n

He just looked at Sam then back at his father. When John took a step towards him, Dean stepped back; the flash of fear was quickly hidden away by a mask of coldness. He pulled his arm from Sam\u2019s grip and kept walking. He tossed the bag into the backseat of the Impala and turned to once again look at his family.<\/p>\n

\u201cSon…\u201d John looked up at him. \u201cPlease we need to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean gave them a snort and got into the car, as he stared up the engine Metallica blared from the stereo. He gave them a quick wave and drove off.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell that didn\u2019t go quite how I was expecting.\u201d John frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething\u2019s not right.\u201d Sam stared at the retreating car, watching the taillights fade into the darkness.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s get a room for the night; we\u2019ll talk with him in the morning.\u201d The eldest Winchester headed for the truck.<\/p>\n

Sam frowned, expression contemplating. Something about Dean\u2019s mannerisms. It was Dean but not. He followed his father and got into the truck. He had to figure it out and soon.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Dean tossed the bag onto the bed and sat down with a heavy sigh. He knew the moment he had stepped back out into hunting, word would get back to his father. He hadn\u2019t expected Sammy. His emotions were in conflict, and Dean hated it. The hospital had called Sam after he had broken down, when he discovered the extent of his injuries. Dean had sat alone in silence waiting for his brother, who had never showed up.<\/p>\n

With a growl he grabbed his stuff and quickly packed. Fuck this. He wasn\u2019t staying in this town and dealing with them. They had decided he wasn\u2019t worth the effort, so he sure as hell wasn\u2019t going to stick around. He could see the truck parked at the other end of the lot. He rolled his eyes \u2013 they were a little obvious. He tossed his bags into the Impala and slid behind the wheel. Jumping slightly Dean grabbed his phone; a small smile gracing his face when he saw the caller ID.<\/p>\n

\u2018What the fuck do you want?\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Dean answered the message.<\/p>\n

\u2018Hello to you too, and why yes I\u2019m fine and having a nice time in Miami, how about you?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Unexpected complications came up.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018What type?\u2019 <\/em>He could feel the concern as he read the message. \u2018And don\u2019t lie to me.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Dad and Sam.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Dean had learned in the months of his recovery not to even contemplating lying to Tim, the man had a sixth sense that put most priests to shame.<\/p>\n

\u2018You need a place to stay?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

Dean smiled. For once in his life he had actually had a friend that was his, not dad\u2019s or some contact. Someone who actually cared for him and didn\u2019t expect much in return. \u2018No I can handle them.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018By runnin\u2019 out of town?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Hate you.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018You love me.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>The message scrolled across the screen.<\/p>\n

\u2018I\u2019m fine; I\u2019ll call you when I get to the next gig.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Dean typed out and hung up the phone. He started up the Impala and rolled his eyes as he grabbed the phone off the seat.<\/p>\n

\u2018Hoo-ah.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

He shook his head and tossed the phone back down and headed down the road. Dean knew they probably heard the roar of the engine, and had no doubt they would follow him. He would have to face them at one point, but it would be on his terms not theirs.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sam sat down at the table and stared at his laptop. He knew something was wrong, but he couldn\u2019t figure out what it was. Dean barely even acknowledged them, in a way he could understand hesitation towards their father, but the coldness he had directed towards Sam\u2026 Well what did you expect; you walked out on him three years ago. There\u2019s been no word since… Sam pulled up his laptop berating himself. But I\u2019m here and have been looking for him…<\/p>\n

\u201cFinally!\u201d He clicked on the attachment and began reading his brother\u2019s medical files. He frowned at the notations on the sideline about rehabilitation and re-education.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d John asked sitting across from his youngest son.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m trying to make head or tails of this,\u201d he skimmed over the files. \u201cHe was in pretty bad shape, a lot of internal injuries but the most extensive was damage to his head…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDad calm down,\u201d Sam glared at him. \u201cObviously he\u2019s fine, you just talked to him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo Sam, we talked to him, he didn\u2019t answer.\u201d John pointed out.<\/p>\n

He frowned and looked back at the records. \u201cThere something in here about…\u201d The roar of the Impala\u2019s engine filtered into their room. Sam was out the door in seconds watching the taillights fade as down the street. \u201cDAMN! Oh that\u2019s it you asshole.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stalked back into the room and packed up his stuff. \u201cSam we can\u2019t chase after him tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure we can, we get in the truck and follow him.\u201d Sam didn\u2019t stop packing. \u201cThen we tie him to a chair.\u201d<\/p>\n

John shook his head, \u201cMaybe we should just let him…\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam pushed his father against the nearest wall. \u201cI will not abandon him. Something has happened and I will not just turn away and ignore it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about the precious normal you so craved?\u201d John pushed his son away from him.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe moment you tried to kill Dean it was over,\u201d Sam grabbed his stuff. \u201cYou coming or do I leave you here, and don\u2019t think I wouldn\u2019t hotwire the truck.\u201d<\/p>\n

The two Winchesters stared each other down, John cursing and praising the day his Sammy became a man. He grabbed his stuff and followed his youngest son out to the truck. \u201cYou know he\u2019ll probably shoot one of us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s why I\u2019m sending you in first.\u201d Sam smirked.<\/p>\n

Savannah, Georgia\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dean looked up out the older house. So far there had been four deaths that were accounted for surrounding the old bed and breakfast, always a child. In the early nineteen hundreds a young family had moved into the house. The father was a businessman in town, and his young wife and their two children. The maid had fallen in love with Mr. Hanson, and had tried to come between him and his family. He had dismissed her and publicly humiliated her; she took her revenge and killed their oldest daughter.<\/p>\n

The family had left the city of Savannah and never looked back; the maid had been hung for her crimes.<\/p>\n

Dean sat his bags down at the desk and smiled at the older lady, he pulled out a notebook and a pen.<\/p>\n

She looked up at him slightly confused, he handed her the note. \u201cReservations for Dean Devlin.\u201d<\/p>\n

She reached over and touched his hand then signed. \u2018I can sign.\u2019<\/p>\n

Dean smiled and hesitated slightly, his signing slow and awkward, \u2018Not many people can.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018My granddaughter is deaf,\u2019 she replied easily. \u2018I\u2019m Lisa Hanson, owner of Savannah Gardens Bed and Breakfast. What brings you to Savannah?\u2019 Dean frowned trying to keep up with the movements. \u2018When did it happen?\u2019 She asked slowing her hands down.<\/p>\n

\u2018Six months ago,\u2019 he replied.<\/p>\n

\u2018I\u2019m sorry. It must be an adjustment for you.\u2019<\/p>\n

Dean shrugged. \u2018I hear this place is haunted.\u2019<\/p>\n

Lisa stopped and looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she handed him the keys. \u2018Old tales in an old city. Breakfast is at seven, and if you need anything just ask for me.\u2019<\/p>\n

Dean took the key and made his way up to his room, dumping his bag onto the bed. He stepped up to the window, which had a clear view of the backyard and the fountain. A young girl was sitting on the fountain\u2019s edge reading a book. Dean pulled out his laptop and notes and went over them before exploring the old house.<\/p>\n

Soon a pattern began to emerge. Every ten years, on the anniversary of the maid\u2019s death, there would be a death, lately they had been drownings in the fountain. The next anniversary was in two days. The fact that the actual descendants of the Hanson family were occupying the house again would make the spirit more agitated. He needed to find where she was buried, and salt and burn her bones before she could do more damage.<\/p>\n

He felt the vibration through his foot; he looked up at the door, noticing it was moving slightly. Dean closed the laptop before opening the door. He looked down at the little girl he had seen down in the backyard.<\/p>\n

\u2018Grandma said you are deaf like me?\u2019 She signed.<\/p>\n

Dean squatted down, \u2018My name is Dean.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018I\u2019m Ashliegh,\u2019 she smiled. \u2018Play with me?\u2019<\/p>\n

He stood up, grabbed his key and closed the door. \u2018Can you show me around?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Sure, I\u2019ll show you all my secret hideaways.\u2019 Ashliegh grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway.<\/p>\n

A cold shiver moved past him, Dean stopped suddenly and looked around. She was here. His eyes searched the hallway but saw nothing, he lifted his hand to the wall, but felt no vibrations. He felt his arm being pulled, he looked down at Ashliegh.<\/p>\n

\u2018Are you okay?\u2019 She signed.<\/p>\n

\u2018I\u2019m fine,\u2019 he replied taking one last look around.<\/p>\n

Outside Savannah<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat plausible hunts are around the Savannah area?\u201d John asked as their food was served.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe only really big thing I can see is a bed and breakfast that has a history of deaths,\u201d Sam stated as he dug into his food. \u201cThe original owner\u2019s maid killed the family\u2019s oldest daughter, she was hung for her crime.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe maid comes back and kills other kids in retaliation.\u201d John nodded. \u201cIt\u2019s something your brother would pick up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t get it,\u201d Sam leaned back. \u201cWhy just go to another hunt? I mean I can understand why he wouldn\u2019t want to contact you, but…\u201d<\/p>\n

The older hunter looked up at his son, \u201cDean isn\u2019t himself. You saw him; did that seem normal for your brother?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, far from it. Well besides the Metallica blaring out the window,\u201d he grinned slightly. \u201cBut if he was intent on staying hidden all these months why just pop up and start hunting, and not hide it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you get a chance to finish reading his medical records?\u201d John asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d Sam frowned. \u201cThere was something in there about rehabilitation, maybe that\u2019s where he was.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor what though?\u201d He asked. \u201cDean looked very healthy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know, I couldn\u2019t read the notes very well, and he just took off so I haven\u2019t had a chance to take a second look.\u201d Sam sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cBest option is to find your brother and find out what the hell is going on,\u201d John shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cEasier said than done.\u201d Sam muttered.<\/p>\n

Savannah Gardens Bed and Breakfast<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lisa looked up at the two men and frowned, \u201cMay I help you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have a room for the night?\u201d John asked smiling softly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t seem the bed and breakfast type.\u201d She looked back and forth between them.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy son has a report from college on old houses in the historical district of Savannah figured might as well stay in one,\u201d John Winchester easily slid into the story.<\/p>\n

\u201cStudying to be an architect,\u201d Sam added with his own smile.<\/p>\n

Lisa studied them a bit more, then turned around and grabbed a key off the wall. \u201cOur last room available, it\u2019s up in the attic.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d John grabbed his bags.<\/p>\n

\u201cI had a friend who was coming through Savannah, he by any chance wouldn\u2019t have stopped here?\u201d Sam asked as she led them up to the rooms. \u201cHe had mentioned this house a few times.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s his name?\u201d Lisa asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cDean.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, doesn\u2019t ring a bell.\u201d She opened the door and handed him the key. \u201cBreakfast is at eight, have a nice stay.\u201d She turned and headed back down the stairs.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s lying.\u201d John said moving into the room. \u201cDean\u2019s here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would she lie?\u201d Sam asked tossing his bag on the bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause your brother tends to collect mother hens at times. He gives them those green eyes of his, and they want to protect him, while at the same time keep him away from their daughters.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell someone obviously needs to,\u201d Sam muttered under his breath. He turned to see his father pointedly looking at him. \u201cFace it dad, you might love us and wanted to protect us, and under the circumstances you didn\u2019t do that bad. But Dean had no one to look after him. He looked after me, but no one looked after him.\u201d<\/p>\n

John turned and looked out the small attic window, \u201cI know.\u201d He paused and watched a little girl play by the fountain. \u201cSam did you find out when the next killing was to take place?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTonight.\u201d Sam told him.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a little girl down in the backyard,\u201d John informed him. \u201cIf Dean is here, he\u2019s probably hunting down the maid\u2019s grave.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam ducked his head and moved across the room and looked down to see the girl playing. \u201cWe should warn her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou do that, I\u2019m going to find Dean\u2019s room.\u201d He said as he left the room.<\/p>\n

It hadn\u2019t taken him to long to find which room belonged to his oldest soon. He listened carefully for any sound of movement, hearing none, he picked the lock and entered the room. Dean\u2019s duffle was on the second bed, a laptop was out on the table along with notes. John looked through it all, it was obvious Dean was hunting down the maid\u2019s grave, he had marks on the map of possible cemeteries she could have been buried at. He dug through his son\u2019s bag trying to figure out what was going on with him. He found prescription medication in Dean\u2019s actual name, not some alias. He memorized the name of the drug and planned to have Sam look it up. Everything was in its place, nothing stood out as odd, except for the laptop. John turned back towards the computer eyeing it. He sat down at the table and opened it up, growling when a password prompt popped up, though he smiled at the Metallica wallpaper. Maybe Sam could break into it. John stood up in a rush. What was he doing? This was his son, not something they were hunting. He had a right to his privacy and here he was invading it.<\/p>\n

He looked out the window to see the little girl. The cold click of a gun being cocked echoed in the room. John raised his hands and turned around slowly, coming face to face with his eldest son.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sam smiled as he knelt down in front of the young girl. \u201cHi, I\u2019m Sam.\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked up at him, her head tilted slightly, before signing back at him. Sam shook his head, \u201cI can\u2019t sign.\u201d<\/p>\n

She frowned and looked behind him, smiling she got up and ran. Sam turned around to see Dean standing there. The little girl smiled and signed at him. Sam watched as Dean signed back. He turned to his father whose face was pale and eyes filled with something he just couldn\u2019t name.<\/p>\n

\u201cDean?\u201d Sam called out and moved closer to them.<\/p>\n

Dean glanced towards his brother and froze. The little girl pulled on his coat and signed looking over at Sam then back at Dean. He gave her a smile and replied before pushing her off towards the house.<\/p>\n

Sam stepped in front of his brother, \u2018rehabilitation\u2019 echoing in his mind. His brother was deaf. The demon had done this. He closed his eyes his heart contracting. Dean had been alone, in a new world.<\/p>\n

He opened his eyes and looked at his brother, \u201cCan you read lips?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean nodded, face cold and void of any emotion.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you contact us?\u201d Sam asked.<\/p>\n

Dean glanced at his father, his eyebrow raised. Sam nodded. \u201cFine, I understand that but why didn\u2019t you contact me?\u201d He had always been able to read his brother, even after the years apart he still could. Dean was Dean. His brother was the one he knew when he had left for Stanford, just now he couldn\u2019t hear and was functioning in a world Sam couldn\u2019t understand.<\/p>\n

Anger flashed in Dean\u2019s eyes. He signed a few things, his movements abrupt and short. Sam shook his head. \u201cI don\u2019t understand.\u201d Dean flipped him off and turned around and walked away. \u201cThat I understood.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI did call you, and you never showed up\u201d Lisa called out from the doorway. \u201cNow if you please, get your things and leave the property. You are not welcome.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMa\u2019am,\u201d John stepped up. \u201cThis isn\u2019t any of your concern.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are disturbing one of my guests so it is, and I like him better than you.\u201d She glared at them and walked off.<\/p>\n

\u201cI never got a call!\u201d Sam ran after Lisa. \u201cI swear.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not the one you should be talking to,\u201d she pointed out.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do I talk to him?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lisa resisted the urge to slap him. \u201cYou open your mouth and speak. He\u2019s deaf, not stupid.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Dean sat Ashliegh down on his bed and signed slowly, \u2018I need you to stay with me.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Why?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Protect you,\u2019 he sighed and sat next to her.<\/p>\n

\u2018From those men?\u2019 She questioned.<\/p>\n

\u2018No,\u2019 he smiled slightly. \u2018From evil.\u2019<\/p>\n

Ashliegh looked over at him, her eyes searching his, \u2018I trust you.\u2019<\/p>\n

Dean felt the vibrations in the floor. He couldn\u2019t help but grin slightly; Sam had always had a heavy foot. He found it interesting that he could distinguish the difference between his father\u2019s steps and Sam\u2019s. He waited till both men came through the door. He had come back from the county courthouse, with the information of where the maid had been buried. He hadn\u2019t been shocked to see his father standing in his room. When John had turned and looked him in the eyes, Dean and tightened his grip on his Glock. Flashes of that night filtering through his mind. The words the demon said echoing in his head. The last words he would ever hear from his father\u2019s lips. \u2018You were unwanted when you were born and you\u2019ll be unwanted when you die\u2019.<\/p>\n

John had demanded Dean put the gun down and talk to him, Dean just stared at him. When he looked out the window to see Sammy walking towards Ashliegh, he turned to leave the room. John grabbed him and turned him back around. Dean reacted instinctively and hit him. John looked at him, cradling his jaw and had realized. Dean saw the shock, anger, dismay and pity. He turned and left the room.<\/p>\n

And now he sat there and just looked at his family.<\/p>\n

\u201cDean.\u201d Sam stood in front of him making sure he had a clear view. \u201cDamn it… I…\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean shook his head and stood up and moved towards his computer, he grabbed a pad of paper and began to write. He handed it to Sam.<\/p>\n

Sam read it and looked up at him, \u201cI don\u2019t pity you. Dude the fact you\u2019re here … just… Why didn\u2019t you call me?\u201d<\/p>\n

He gripped the pen and scribbled more on the paper.<\/p>\n

\u201cI swear Dean, I never got a call.\u201d Sam gripped his brother\u2019s hand and looked him in the eyes. \u201cIf I had known I would have been by your side in seconds.\u201d<\/p>\n

He frowned, his eyes searching Sam\u2019s, his brother wouldn\u2019t lie he knew that. He wrote some more and shoved it at Sam.<\/p>\n

Sam laughed, \u201cDude I\u2019m so not a girl.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean grinned slightly, as he wrote down another message. Sam looked at it. \u201cIs this where she\u2019s buried?\u201d his brother nodded. \u201cOkay, then let\u2019s go salt and burn her bones….\u201d He followed Dean\u2019s gaze to the little girl. \u201cShe\u2019s after her?\u201d Dean nodded. \u201cOkay you go with dad…\u201d Dean shook his head and signed grumbling slightly and writing once again. Sam read as he wrote. \u201cRight I can\u2019t talk with her…\u201d he frowned and looked at Dean. \u201cWhat?\u201d Dean signed then stopped his eyes suddenly tracking in the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cDean?\u201d John spoke up for the first time. \u201cSam?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know dad,\u201d he stepped back and let Dean work. His brother moved to his bag and grabbed a shotgun, loading it quickly. His hand slammed down on the bed frame causing Ashliegh to look at him. He held out his hand, for her to come to him, when the maid appeared.<\/p>\n

\u201cDEAN!\u201d Sam warned as the ghost came towards him.<\/p>\n

Dean turned and shot the gun off, the ghost dissipating. He grabbed the address and slammed it against his dad\u2019s chest. \u201cI think he wants you to go salt and burn the bones.\u201d Sam smirked as he pulled another weapon from Dean\u2019s duffle bag.<\/p>\n

John grabbed the needed materials. \u201cWe are talking about this later.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ashliegh cried as she ran towards Dean, her little hands signing, \u2018Scared\u2019.<\/p>\n

He picked her up and carried her out of the room.<\/p>\n

Lisa came running down the hall, screaming when the maid appeared in front of her. Sam saw the maid and yelled out, \u201cDuck!\u201d Lisa hit the floor just as Sam emptied the shotgun into the maid. \u201cWe\u2019ve got to hold her off for dad to do what he needs to do.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lisa grabbed her granddaughter and looked at the two men, \u201cWhat the hell is going on?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThose were legends, myths…\u201d Lisa was pulled back behind Dean as the ghost reappeared.<\/p>\n

\u201cGhosts are very real, and this one is very pissed.\u201d Sam explained pushing them back away from the angry spirit.<\/p>\n

They moved down the stairs into the living room. Dean paced the room slightly, trying to figure out how to keep the spirit away from them, giving their dad enough time to salt and burn the bones. Sam watched his brother prowl the room, his eyes searching, taking in all of his surroundings. He watched as he stopped and touched the walls, almost as if he was listening. He shook his head. All this time, Dean had retrained himself. He was a true hunter. He looked over at Lisa and Ashliegh, watching as Ashliegh did similar things, her eyes open and alert reacting to any slight movement.<\/p>\n

Dean shifted fast bringing up his gun aiming it towards the front parlor. Sam followed his gaze, and then he saw her standing there watching Dean. She disappeared and reappeared behind Dean, who turned in seconds and shot off another load of rock salt. No matter where she appeared Dean was able to locate her, he was able to track her. Sam, keeping Lisa and Ashliegh between him and the maid, watched as his brother, despite his inability to hear, tracked an angry spirit. A sharp wail echoed in the room as the maid began to shudder, suddenly flames overtook her and she was gone.<\/p>\n

Ashliegh moved out of her grandma\u2019s arms and into Dean\u2019s. He held her close to his chest, a smile on his face.<\/p>\n

Next Morning\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dean didn\u2019t need to hear to know Sam and John were arguing as he neared the living room. Some things never changed. He stepped into the room and watched the two Winchesters go at it. They were angled just enough that he could only partially pick up what they were saying. But he could pretty much guess. Dean isn\u2019t fit to hunt. We can\u2019t leave him. He\u2019s a liability. He\u2019s your son. The demon most be vanquished. Okay so maybe John Winchester wouldn\u2019t use the word \u2018vanquished\u2019 but it was all in the same line of thinking.<\/p>\n

He had already \u2018heard\u2019 it. John had made his point quiet clear last night. Dean was a liability to those around him. He shouldn\u2019t be hunting. They would find a place where Dean could be hidden away. John at that moment quickly learned that Dean was still very much a hunter. The low growl should have been a warning to the older Winchester, but he wasn\u2019t really paying attention. When he landed flat on his ass he looked up at his son who was snarling, his hand gestured wildly. Though he couldn\u2019t read sign he got the gist of his son\u2019s words. The short of it? Dean told him to go fuck himself.<\/p>\n

Dean\u2019s eyebrow rose when he saw John land flat on his ass again. He had missed something; he glanced up at Sam with a look of confusion on his face.<\/p>\n

Sam stepped up to his father and snarled. \u201cHe\u2019s my brother and I will not toss him out like trash. It\u2019s obvious he has trained himself to hunt, despite the fact the demon damaged his ears. But once again instead of thinking of your son, you are thinking of yourself. Well go ahead. Go find the demon and destroy it, maybe it will ease your guilt. But as far as I\u2019m concerned, Dean comes first.\u201d<\/p>\n

John stood back up. \u201cDammit Sam! He can\u2019t protect you…\u201d John paused once again at the sound of the cold click of Dean\u2019s Glock being cocked.<\/p>\n

\u201cReally dad.\u201d Sam smirked. \u201cThat\u2019s twice he\u2019s gotten the drop on you.\u201d<\/p>\n

The eldest Winchester turned and looked at his son. \u201cDean.\u201d Dean just raised his eyebrow, his gun not lowering. The look on his face clearly stated, \u2018What now?\u2019. \u201cSon… as much as you don\u2019t want to hear…\u201d Dean smirked slightly at him. \u201cHow are you supposed to protect Sam? You can\u2019t hear an intruder.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe uses vibrations,\u201d Sam commented from the sideline. \u201cI saw it earlier.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGhosts don\u2019t make steps…\u201d John looked over at Sam<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah and he tracked the maid just fine.\u201d He pointed out.<\/p>\n

Dean growled and lowered his gun slipping it in his pants waistband and signed at the two of them. Sam frowned, before turning and pulling a book out of his bag. Dean stopped and looked at his brother and laughed lightly. He looked up from the book. \u201cDon\u2019t laugh. I found it in Lisa\u2019s library and figured it would help.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t talk to me as if I\u2019m not in the room. I\u2019m deaf not dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam looked over at Lisa and smiled. \u201cThanks.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can keep the book, and I\u2019ll hunt up some others for you. It would be good for Dean to have someone to sign with. The more practice the better one gets.\u201d She smiled at them, then frowned at John. \u201cYou, Mr. Winchester, are an asshole.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean rolled his eyes and turned and left the room, Sam quickly following him. He grabbed his brother\u2019s arm and turned him around. \u201cWhere to next?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo Dean, I\u2019m going with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know you can take care of yourself.\u201d Sam added. \u201cI don\u2019t want you alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

He huffed and turned and walked away.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I can read you, you\u2019re my brother.\u201d He smirked and followed him. \u201cAnd even if you can\u2019t hear me talking at you, it isn\u2019t going to keep me from bitching.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean turned and glared at him signing something quickly.<\/p>\n

\u201cNah, it\u2019s kinda fun jabbering away and you can\u2019t yell at me.\u201d Sam smirked at the single finger gesture. \u201cLove you too, bro.\u201d<\/p>\n

He growled and moved into his room and grabbed his stuff. \u201cWow Dean this is a nice laptop, state of the art.\u201d Sam sat down and ran his hands over the computer, opening up. \u201cYou passworded it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean smirked and shut the lid closed and put it away. He tilted his head toward the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s hit the road.\u201d Sam gave him a bright smile. The two brothers grabbed the rest of their gear and headed out of the house. Dean quickly packed the Impala then looked back up at the house. Ashliegh ran down the steps and threw herself into his arms. He hugged her tight, pulling back he squatted down to her eye level.<\/p>\n

\u2018You take care of your grandma,\u2019 He told her.<\/p>\n

\u2018Will I see you again?\u2019 Ashleigh asked, tears in her eyes.<\/p>\n

Dean kissed her on the forehead. \u2018One day.\u2019<\/p>\n

She smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss and ran back to her grandma. Dean stood up and glared at Sam. \u201cNot saying a word dude.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean looked down the street to see their father watching them; he looked down and turned back towards the Impala. Sam sighed and slipped into the passenger seat as Dean started up the car. \u201cDAMN!\u201d He turned down the radio. \u201cYou might be deaf but I\u2019m not!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2018Don\u2019t touch my tapes. I\u2019ll know.\u2019 Dean signed warning his baby brother.<\/p>\n

Sam\u2019s eyes narrowed as he pulled his book up. \u201cI so feel as I\u2019m missing half of the conversation.\u201d Dean grinned. \u201cNot helping.\u201d His grin got wider as he pulled the Impala onto the street. \u201cSo our next gig…\u201d He asked as the papers landed in his lap. \u201cSo care to explain what\u2019s up with you and battlefields?\u201d He looked over at his brother who just stared straight ahead. \u201cSo this how it\u2019s going to go, you\u2019re going to ignore me by acting like you have no idea I\u2019m talking.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2018Bitch.\u2019<\/p>\n

Sam laughed, even he could spell that out in sign. \u201cJerk.\u201d<\/p>\n

Six Months Later<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cI would like to stop by and see if there is anything we can do,\u201d Sam said making sure Dean could see him.<\/p>\n

\u2018This isn\u2019t our job,\u2019 Dean signed.<\/p>\n

\u2018She\u2019s my friend.\u2019 Sam replied back in sign.<\/p>\n

Dean grumbled and started the car, he paused and looked at the tape deck. He turned and glared at Sam. The younger Winchester refused to look at his brother. Dean grabbed the tape out of the deck and growled at it before throwing it out the window.<\/p>\n

\u201cHEY!\u201d Sam glared at him.<\/p>\n

\u2018BACKSTREET BOYS!\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018How the hell did you even know?\u2019 he signed back while speaking.<\/p>\n

\u2018I know.\u2019 He hit his brother in the arm. \u2018Do not mess with my tapes, dude.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cNo offense, but you can\u2019t hear the music why should I have to listen to it?\u201d Sam grumbled.<\/p>\n

Dean rolled his eyes and patted the dash of the Impala, humming softly as if soothing it. \u201cOh come on!\u201d he threw his hands up and glared at his brother. \u201cIt\u2019s a car Dean.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2018Vibrations, dude.\u2019 Dean stuck a tape into the deck. \u2018She\u2019s got to feel the music.\u2019 He slipped on his sunglasses and pulled out of the hotel parking lot. Sam sat there staring at him. Even after all these months there were moments when Dean surprised the hell out of him.<\/p>\n

Sam had poured over all the books on American Sign Language, learning quickly so he could openly communicate with his brother. Of course he should have realized that Dean didn\u2019t talk much when he could hear, so nothing much had changed. Though he had noticed Dean\u2019s own signing had improved as Sam used it more with him.<\/p>\n

It had taken a while for them to re-adjust to each other, to hunting. Sam had to learn to make sure he was in Dean\u2019s sight when he talked, not just ramble on about details while he roamed around the hotel room. Talking to witness had proved a trying experience. Dean, never patient in the first place, found it difficult to get his questions or statements across to people. Most people didn\u2019t know what to do when they discovered his brother was deaf. It irked Sam to no end, when some idiots would speak louder and slower at Dean usually causing Sam to scream at them he\u2019s deaf not dumb, which in turn irritated Dean who then would storm out. But despite the drawbacks they learned there were some advantages. Dean could read lips. When they found difficult witness, Sam would ask his normal questions then leave, while Dean would hang back and wait. It never failed that as soon as Sam was gone, the witness would call or tell someone something and Dean was there to read it.<\/p>\n

It was their third hunt that Sam figured out the major change. The medical records never could explain exactly what happened to Dean\u2019s ears. The bones had been severely damaged, but there had also been damage to sections of his brain. In time, the damage didn\u2019t affect Dean\u2019s motor abilities or functions, but the scans clearly showed something had happened.<\/p>\n

And of course Dean just couldn\u2019t state that a demon was scrounging around in his head.<\/p>\n

Though medical science couldn\u2019t explain what was changed or damaged, it was obvious to those in the world of the supernatural. Dean didn\u2019t need to hear to know anything was coming, he felt it. He had seen it first with the maid, his brother clearly had tracked her around the room, but Sam had figured he was doing that by sight. Later he discovered he wasn\u2019t. Dean could sense anything supernatural. When it got close he instinctively knew where it was, making it easier for them to track.<\/p>\n

The one thing though that Dean still had not explained was the set of dogtags he wore along with his amulet. Each time Sam would try to bring it up, Dean would just turn his back on him and end the conversation. Sam was stubborn and patient. The problem was Dean was as equally stubborn.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Dean looked around the crime scene frowning. Tim would kill him if he knew he was messing up the evidence. Something was off at the scene, what he had no idea what, but it was just off. When Sam was talking to his friend, he took some pictures and sent them to Tim. Not even five minutes later his phone buzzed.<\/p>\n

\u2018Explain to me why I have crime scene photos from you?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

Dean smirked, \u2018It\u2019s a crime scene, and you work in a Crime Lab.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Dean, you didn\u2019t make this scene did you?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018No!\u2019\u00a0<\/em>he frowned while typing furiously. \u2018Friend of Sam\u2019s. Her brother was accused of killing his girlfriend, but he says he was at her house which she confirms, but they say DNA and such match.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Did he have any marks or scratches?\u2019 <\/em>Tim replied.<\/p>\n

\u2018Hold on.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Dean put the phone away and snapped his fingers.<\/p>\n

Sam turned and looked at him, signing. \u2018What?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Ask her if her brother had scratches on him.\u2019 Dean signed as he nodded towards the blonde.<\/p>\n

Sam looked at him oddly but asked anyways, \u201cRebecca did your brother have scratches?\u201d<\/p>\n

She shook her head, \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2018No.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Dean pulled his phone back out and typed in.<\/p>\n

\u2018All that blood and he has no marks on him, that\u2019s a bit odd. I\u2019m surprised they arrested him especially since he has an alibi.<\/em>\u2019 Tim replied. \u2018Where are you?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018St. Louis, I\u2019ll send you the case file.\u2019 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018I\u2019ll look it over, but no guarantees.\u2019 <\/em>Came the reply. \u2018How are you doing?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Hunting got to go.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>He hung up the phone.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho was that?\u201d Sam asked.<\/p>\n

Dean shrugged and looked around the apartment. \u2018We should go.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cNot sure it would help but they had surveillance tapes.\u201d She informed them looking at them oddly. \u201cSam are you sure this is legal?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, Dean\u2019s a profiler he just needs to get a feel for the room.\u201d Sam smiled at her ignoring Dean\u2019s snort.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Shapeshifter. Dean slammed his hands into his pockets and walked away towards the Impala. It wouldn\u2019t be easy to prove to the authorities that it wasn\u2019t the right guy just a creature who looked like him. He sighed as he pulled out his phone.<\/p>\n

\u2018Okay explain to me what thing did this?\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Tim asked. \u2018Though I\u2019ve seen humans clearly as evil or worse, just something doesn\u2019t add up in this.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Shapeshifter.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Dean replied.<\/p>\n

\u2018Oh as if solving a crime isn\u2019t hard enough.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Dean could practically feel Tim\u2019s eye roll all the way from Miami. \u2018I handed the case to H, he\u2019s going to take a look over it, the fact that the suspect didn\u2019t have any marks or blood on him, and a reliable alibi, says something\u2019s off.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Good, \u2018cause it\u2019s not like I can drag a shapeshifter down to the police station.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018If you do can I be there?\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Tim asked.<\/p>\n

\u2018Haha.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018How\u2019s things with Sam?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018You will be happy to know he\u2019s better at ASL than I am,\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Dean grumbled. It had figured his brother, always the geek would master ASL.<\/p>\n

\u2018I\u2019m not going to say that you\u2019re a stubborn asshole who fought me tooth and toenail on learning ASL.\u2019<\/em>T he words typed out. \u2018I\u2019m better than that.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Fuck you.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Dean hung up the connection and waited a few moments before answering it again.<\/p>\n

\u2018Hoo-ah!\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

He slipped his phone back into his pocket and leaned against the car. He owed Tim a lot. If it wasn\u2019t for his stubborn, hard headed Delta Force mentality Dean would probably still be hiding away in the rehabilitation center. The good news was that even though they couldn\u2019t help Sam\u2019s friend, Tim could help figure out the case. Though he wondered who H was.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho was that?\u201d Sam asked walking up to the car.<\/p>\n

Dean just shrugged and moved around to the driver\u2019s side. He looked back up at Sam and signed. \u2018We need to find where the shapeshifter is hiding.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018The blood trail always just ended at each crime scene, as if he just disappeared,\u2019 he said.<\/p>\n

\u2018Sewers?\u2019 Dean asked before getting into the car.<\/p>\n

Sam slid into the passenger seat and looked at his brother. \u2018Are you ever going to tell me who you chat with?\u2019<\/p>\n

He smirked and started up the engine. He glared at his brother. \u2018Dude.\u2019<\/p>\n

Sam smirked, \u2018Just testing theories.\u2019<\/p>\n

Dean pulled the tape out of the deck and rolled his eyes. \u201870\u2019s Disco?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018What?\u2019 he laughed as the Dean tossed it out the window then proceeded to run it over with the car.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sam looked around searching for Dean, \u201cDammit!\u201d he growled slightly as he headed back to the Impala. He didn\u2019t like getting separated from his brother. No matter how much Dean said he had retrained himself, he was still deaf and was now alone wandering the city. He leaned against the car taking some calm breaths; his brother would come back to the car. He never left his baby alone for long.<\/p>\n

\u201cSammy!\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam looked up when his brother called out his name. \u201cDean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you have any luck finding him?\u201d Dean asked.<\/p>\n

Sam shrugged, \u201cNo dude, he could be anywhere. You see where he went?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTook off into the park. Let\u2019s get back to Rebecca\u2019s and figure where to go from here.\u201d Dean smiled as he stepped closer to the car.<\/p>\n

He nodded and shifted towards the back of the car, \u201cLet me put my weapon away and we can head out.\u201d He opened up the trunk and grabbed the gun with the silver bullets and turned quickly aiming it at his brother.<\/p>\n

\u201cDude what is your problem?!\u201d Dean held his arms up and back up.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not my brother.\u201d Sam\u2019s voice was cold and deadly.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s me, Sammy come on.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam smirked and shook his head, \u201cDude you should have paid more attention before you snatched my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSam! This isn\u2019t funny.\u201d Dean glared at him taking a step forward.<\/p>\n

A shot echoed loudly in the empty street. Dean stumbled back staring at Sam, \u201cSammy…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy brother\u2019s deaf asshole, he doesn\u2019t talk.\u201d Sam fired two more rounds into his chest. The shapeshifter lay dead at his feet. Sam threw the gun back into the trunk. Quickly grabbing a blanket, he wrapped the shapeshifter, pointedly not looking at the face of his brother. He stripped him out of the leather jacket and pulled off the amulet and dogtags.<\/p>\n

Sam held them up to the light.<\/p>\n

Andrew H. Thompson<\/p>\n

987 65 321<\/p>\n

Catholic<\/p>\n

O+<\/p>\n

\u201cWho the hell is Andrew Thompson?\u201d he wondered out loud. He put them in his pocket and made sure the body was stashed away before heading back down into the sewers to find his brother.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

They watched as the shapeshifter burned, a shiver passed over Sam\u2019s spine. He tried desperately not to think of that thing as his brother. Even though he knew it wasn\u2019t, seeing the shapeshifter with Dean\u2019s face lying dead was going to add fuel to his nightmares. Ever since their father had showed up at Stanford to tell him Dean had disappeared, he couldn\u2019t shake the feeling of how close he had come to losing the one thing he truly cared for in his life and had not even known it.<\/p>\n

Sam sighed as they drove back to Rebecca\u2019s house. He could honestly tell her that the creature who had done this was gone, but didn\u2019t know how to help with her brother\u2019s case. Dean pulled up and stepped out of the car, moving easily towards the front door. He hadn\u2019t said much when Sam showed up in the sewers. Just laughed when Sam explained that the shapeshifter had talked to him, completely giving himself away. When he handed the amulet and dogtags back, Dean held them tightly in his hand, before turning and walking away. Dean had always wore the amulet; it was hard to remember a time when he didn\u2019t have it on, and was adamant about always wearing it. But there had been something behind the dogtags, something powerful and meaningful to Dean. Even now Sam caught Dean reaching up to make sure both items were where they should be around his neck.<\/p>\n

\u201cSam?\u201d She looked over at him frowning.<\/p>\n

\u201cRebecca, this isn\u2019t easy to explain.\u201d Sam sighed as they walked into the house then paused when he saw an older man standing in the entry way.<\/p>\n

He looked back at Dean, who just shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Horatio Caine,\u201d He slipped off his sunglasses. \u201cTim sent me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean smiled, signing \u2018You\u2019re looking over the case.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cI looked over the files for both cases and found some major discrepancies, St. Louis is slightly out of the Miami jurisdiction, but I happen to have a friend who works for the state police. I got them to examine the case; it looks as if they\u2019ll be releasing both men.\u201d Caine purposely looked directly at Dean while he talked.<\/p>\n

Sam frowned, \u201cDean who\u2019s Tim?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2018A friend,\u2019 Dean answered simply.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s my Trace Expert down in Miami,\u201d Horatio smiled. \u201cI just wanted to stop by and let Miss Warren know her brother will be coming home soon.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you!\u201d She gave Horatio a hug then turned to Dean. \u201cI know you\u2019re not a profiler, but you saved my brother and…\u201d She wiped the tears from her eyes. \u201cI owe you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean\u2019s eyebrow rose, a smug look on his face. She smacked his arm. \u201cNot that much.\u201d Dean grumbled but grinned over at Sam.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was nice meeting you, Dean.\u201d Horatio gave them a quick nod before heading to the door. \u201cTim says you need to come down to Miami, he wants to make sure you\u2019re not getting into trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2018He\u2019s a mother hen.\u2019 Dean signed.<\/p>\n

\u2018Yes he is.\u2019 Horatio replied back a bit slow with his motions. \u201cGentlemen.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rebecca closed the door behind him and smiled at the brothers. \u201cI can\u2019t thank you enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam just gave her a relieved smile. \u201cGlad we could help.\u201d<\/p>\n

They left not soon after, getting back into the Impala and heading west. Sam turned in his seat and looked at his brother. \u2018Okay you are going to talk. Who is Tim? For that matter who is Andrew?\u2019<\/p>\n

Dean just looked over at Sam, them gestured to the steering wheel.<\/p>\n

\u2018Fine no talking while driving, God forbid you hurt the Impala.\u2019 Sam turned back in his seat. \u2018But this conversation isn\u2019t over.\u2019<\/p>\n

Dean sighed and put his foot down on the gas pedal letting his girl fly.<\/p>\n

A Week Later<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sam stalked into another motel room, in another city, for another hunt, dealing with a brother who still wasn\u2019t speaking to him. Dean walked in behind and tossed his bag onto the bed, he frowned as he pulled out his phone.<\/p>\n

\u2018Someone\u2019s been doing some research.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

Dean frowned before responding back. \u2018What do you mean?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Word\u2019s gotten to me that a \u201creporter\u201d called and was doing research on Andrew asking questions about his service record.\u2019 <\/em>Tim informed him.<\/p>\n

Sam looked over at him, his voice a bit cold. \u201cYour friend?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2018Thanks.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Dean replied and tossed the phone onto the bed. \u2018Want to tell me why you\u2019ve been sneaking behind my back?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018You refuse to talk to me, so I\u2019m going to go with the information I have.\u2019 Sam replied non repentant.<\/p>\n

\u2018It\u2019s none of your business!\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018You\u2019re my brother Dean! I feel like there\u2019s a part of you I don\u2019t know or understand…\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Yeah well, how\u2019s it feel?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Sam said as he stared at him in shock.<\/p>\n

\u2018Stanford, three years Sammy.\u2019 Dean signed bluntly. \u2018No communication…\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018You didn\u2019t call me either bro, it works both ways!\u2019 He stepped closer to his brother.<\/p>\n

\u2018I did call…\u2019 Dean suddenly stopped frowning taking a step towards his brother.<\/p>\n

\u2018Calling and hanging up doesn\u2019t cou…\u2019 Sam stumbled back, a sharp pain slicing through his head. \u201cDean…\u201d He fell to his knees clutching his head images of a garage, a car and a man screaming trying to get out. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe but the pain was too much. As the pain subsided he felt a hand soothing back his hair, while he was being held. He looked up at his brother, fear in his eyes. \u201cI …\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean ran his hand through his brother\u2019s hair trying to sooth by touch, like he used to when Sammy was a baby. He pulled back slightly and signed. \u2018Vision.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cShit.\u201d Sam fell back against the other bed. He looked at his brother. \u201cWait… Dean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2018I sensed something right before it hit you,\u2019 Dean smirked. \u2018At least we\u2019ll get warning before it hits, right.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Great I\u2019m a supernatural freak you can sense.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018You\u2019ve always been a freak, Sammy.\u2019 He stood up and held his hand out to his brother who grabbed a hold and stood up. He stepped back smiling. \u2018Dude just look at you.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cJerk.\u201d Sam turned and sat down sensing the \u2018bitch\u2019 from his brother. He looked back and smirked. \u2018We need to figure out where this takes place.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018I\u2019ll pack up our stuff.\u2019 Dean signed before grabbing his bag and tossing it on the bed.<\/p>\n

Sam touched his shoulder and turned his brother around. \u2018You\u2019re taking this well.\u2019<\/p>\n

Dean looked at him and shrugged, \u2018The demon changed me, can\u2019t really bitch about visions can I.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re my brother…\u201d Dean shook his head and held up his hand. \u201cFine no chick flick moments, but doesn\u2019t change the fact we\u2019re brothers and the demon fucked up when he messed with us.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean gave him an evil smile. Sam laughed and turned back to his computer to find where they needed to go.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Alice looked over at Dean and then turned back to Sam, \u201cHow did Father Simmons lose his hearing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAttack at the church,\u201d Sam gave her a forced smile. \u201cBeaten by a demon.\u201d<\/p>\n

She patted his leg giving him a soft smile. \u201cI noticed he doesn\u2019t talk, has it been long since he lost his hearing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s deaf,\u201d Sam pointed out.<\/p>\n

\u201cDoesn\u2019t mean he can\u2019t talk.\u201d She smiled. \u201cEspecially if he lost it later in life, he remembers what the words sound like he should be able to talk, his tones will be off and it won\u2019t sound like you remember…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t know,\u201d he stammered. \u201cI\u2019ve done a lot of research but hadn\u2019t thought…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMost don\u2019t feel comfortable, because they can\u2019t hear their tones,\u201d Alice looked over at Dean. \u201cAnd for some reason I sense Father Simmons is a doer more than a talker.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam couldn\u2019t help but laugh.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Dean looked over at Sam and then down at Max. Sam shook with fear and anger. He looked over at his brother. \u2018You okay?\u2019 He nodded and moved towards Sam. \u2018I\u2019m okay, Dean.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018I felt something…\u2019 he frowned as he signed not sure how to explain the overwhelming presence of something…<\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t lose you.\u201d Sam stated firmly.<\/p>\n

Dean gave him a halfhearted smile. \u2018Dude I\u2019m not going anywhere.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cI saw…\u201d he shook his head trying not look down at the body. \u201cI saw him kill you.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked back down at the body then at his brother. \u2018Sammy…<\/p>\n

\u201cNot now,\u201d Sam looked over to Alice who was crying.<\/p>\n

Back at the Motel<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2018What happened?\u2019 Dean demanded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d Sam turned away and started pacing. \u201cI was in the closet and I saw him shoot you and then suddenly the armoire had been moved.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean slammed his hand against the table. Sam turned and looked at him, \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2018Dude can\u2019t hear.\u2019 He signed glaring at him. \u2018I can\u2019t read your lips if your facing away from me.\u2019<\/p>\n

Sam slumped down onto the bed. \u2018I saw him kill you. I don\u2019t know how but I moved the armoire.\u2019<\/p>\n

Dean knelt in front of him. \u2018You did good.\u2019<\/p>\n

He shook his head. \u2018What if I become like him?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018You won\u2019t.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018And how do you know that, Dean?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Because you have me.\u2019 He smiled and patted Sam\u2019s knee as he stood up. \u2018And I won\u2019t let anything happen to you.\u2019<\/p>\n

Sam wasn\u2019t sure what caused him to do it, but all he knew was at the moment he needed to do it. He reached up and pulled Dean back down, into his lap. Dean looked at him quizzically and began to pull away. Sam cupped the back of his head and pulled him forward taking his brother\u2019s lips into a deep kiss letting all the built up emotion out, showing him what he couldn\u2019t tell him.<\/p>\n

Dean pulled out of his arms and was across the room in seconds. \u201cSammy…\u201d He grabbed his jacket and fled the room. Sam sat there in shock. It wasn\u2019t the fact he had kissed his brother it was the fact Dean had spoken his name.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Dean sat at the bar nursing the same beer for the past hour. There were advantages in being deaf — he didn\u2019t have to hear the crap music the local hicks were playing which meant he could easily just get lost in his thoughts. That is until a drunken hick decided that Dean was ignoring him. He was tossed out of his seat, and landed against one of the tables. He looked up at the drunk, focusing on his lips trying to figure out what was going on. He frowned as he sat up, then put his hands up in a surrender gesture. The drunk made some gestures and laughed.<\/p>\n

Dean signed that he was just having a beer, which seemed to piss the guy off more. He took a swing at Dean who easily ducked, grabbed the guy\u2019s arm and slammed him into the wall. He felt the wind shift and ducked as the pool cue went over his head. He came up quickly, slamming his fist into the second drunk\u2019s nose. He dropped the cue and grabbed the broken nose. He backed up towards the door, eyes searching the bar. The bartender pulled his shotgun, which was his cue to get the hell out of dodge.<\/p>\n

He got out of the bar and into his car. He turned on the car and froze. He tried not to laugh. He knew it was a game to Sam to see what type of music he could get away with. He grabbed the tape and frowned. \u2018Suicidal Chihuahuas\u2019. He needed to talk to his brother about his taste in music. Shit. Which led back to the whole reason he was out and not back at the hotel.<\/p>\n

Sam had kissed him.<\/p>\n

He grabbed his phone and dialed out.<\/p>\n

\u2018It\u2019s late this better be good.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Tim answered.<\/p>\n

\u2018Sam kissed me.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>He replied.<\/p>\n

\u2018Coffee that so needs coffee.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Dean smirked at the response. \u2018Screw coffee something stronger. Okay explain that to me again.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Sam kissed me.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Dean typed out. \u2018And I liked it.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Your brother?\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Tim replied. \u2018The one that never showed up and is now investigating Andrew.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Yes.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Fuck Dean.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018We tried that remember, it didn\u2019t work.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Dean smirked.<\/p>\n

\u2018Don\u2019t make me fly out there and hit you.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>He could hear the irritation in Tim\u2019s voice. As he had adjusted to this new life he had learned that that looks and typed words had just as much emotion in them as the spoken word.<\/p>\n

\u2018I don\u2019t know what to do.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>He said honestly.<\/p>\n

\u2018If Sam wasn\u2019t your brother what would you be doing?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Fucking him.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

Dean wondered if Tim was hitting his head on the table. \u2018God I hate you.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Yep he was. \u2018Considering I only know tiny segments of your life, is this really out of the ordinary? I mean a demon fucked with your head and took your hearing.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

Dean paused as he read the display. Tim had a point. Was it really out of the ordinary for them. \u2018He\u2019s everything. He\u2019s my life.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018And it killed you that he didn\u2019t show up – what if he wants to go back to college?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

It would kill him. Dean knew this.\u2018So just ignore what happened?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Classic Dean Winchester way, but the fact you\u2019re calling me at 3 in the fucking morning says there\u2019s something more here.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018I hate that you know me this well.\u2019<\/em>Dean growled slightly.<\/p>\n

\u2018Yeah well saved your ass a few times.\u2019<\/em>Tim replied. \u2018Now I\u2019m going to go back to bed and curl up with Horatio. You go do what you need to do.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018So you are with Horatio.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Dean teased.<\/p>\n

\u2018Fuck off.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Tim hung up the connection.<\/p>\n

Dean rang him back.<\/p>\n

\u2018What?!\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018Hoo-ah.\u2019\u00a0<\/em>Revenge was sweet.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sam paced the small hotel room. What the hell was he thinking? He kissed Dean. His brother. He sighed and slumped back onto the bed, his head between his hands. He looked up when the door opened.<\/p>\n

\u201cDean…\u201d he asked standing back up.<\/p>\n

Dean looked at him for a few moments then stepped up to him and pulled him down for a gentle kiss. Sam\u2019s arms went around his brother\u2019s waist and pulled him flush against his body, deepening the kiss. It was technically wrong. He knew it, they both did. This went against the laws of society and morality. But he didn\u2019t care. Dean had always been there, and Sam knew he would always be there. It wasn\u2019t going to be easy, and he had a feeling there would be moments of complete freak-out by both of them, but this was where they both belonged. With each other.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay Dean,\u201d He cupped his brother\u2019s cheek and forced him to look at him. \u201cWe\u2019ll figure this out together, like we do everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2018I can\u2019t do this if you\u2019re going to leave,\u2019 he signed his face clearly showing his emotions, for once laid bare to Sam.<\/p>\n

He kissed him long and deep, then simply signed. \u2018I\u2019m not leaving.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018You\u2019re such a girl,\u2019 he replied a smile on his face.<\/p>\n

\u2018Now what?\u2019 Sam asked.<\/p>\n

Dean shrugged as he slipped off his jacket.<\/p>\n

\u201cDude, what the hell happened?\u201d He yelled and signed at his brother.<\/p>\n

He looked down at the bloody t-shirt, \u2018Stupid hicks didn\u2019t like that I was giving them the silent treatment.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cTake the shirt off, let me look at it.\u201d Sam grabbed the first aid kit and sat down on the bed.<\/p>\n

\u2018If you wanted me naked Sam, you could have just asked.\u2019 Dean grinned giving him a wink before sitting next to his brother.<\/p>\n

\u201cJerk.\u201d Sam cleaned the wound and pulled out some small bandages. \u201cIt\u2019s not deep.\u201d He leaned forward and kissed the wound, then let his lips slide down the smooth chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and teased it until it stood erect.<\/p>\n

\u201cSammy…oh God…\u201d It wasn\u2019t the voice Sam was used to hearing but it sounded beautiful. He could hear the small hitch in his voice, a small pant as Dean\u2019s hand went into his hair. Sam pushed him back down on to the bed and looked down at his brother. He was beautiful. Of course he wasn\u2019t going to say that aloud, because despite the fact Dean couldn\u2019t hear him – he somehow would and hit him for it.<\/p>\n

He straddled Dean and sat up pulling off his own shirt. He reached down and unhooked the belt and unzipped the jeans. He reached in and grasped his brother\u2019s erection, his thumb sliding over the head, smearing precum. Dean arched up into his touch. Then with an unexpected move Dean had Sam flat on his back and was leaning over him. Sam smiled at him and spread his arms out in an open invitation. Dean chuckled as he began to kiss down Sam\u2019s broad chest. He moaned as the sensations of the cool metal of the dogtags slid down his heated skin. He slipped his hands into Dean\u2019s cropped hair and pulled him up for a passionate kiss. Dean pulled back and sat up quickly getting rid of his boots and jeans, then getting rid of Sammy\u2019s.<\/p>\n

The moment skin touched skin, both men moaned in pleasure. This wasn\u2019t going to last long. Dean lined up their cocks and began to rock against Sam, building the friction between them. Sam\u2019s long legs wrapped around his brother\u2019s hips and arched up into the sweet friction. His head was thrown back, a deep moan ripped from his throat. Dean closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensations, he was so close to the edge. Everything was perfect, everything was right. This was where he belonged, where Sam belonged. He opened his eyes and looked down into the brown eyes of his brother and came, Sammy\u2019s name on his lips. The soft cry of his name sent Sam over the edge; he arched up and came hard, his semen mixing in with his brother\u2019s.<\/p>\n

The two lay there panting softly. Dean got up and grabbed his ruined shirt and cleaned them up before climbing back into the bed. He looked down at Sam before curling up next to him. Sam held him close, relishing the feel of Dean in his arms. He felt the signing against his skin, he closed his eyes and repeated the sign against Dean\u2019s back. \u2018I love you.\u2019<\/p>\n

Next Morning<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sam opened his laptop to look for the next hunt, waiting for Dean to bring back some coffee and food. He had figured it would be awkward the next morning, but it hadn\u2019t. They had just settled into their normal routine. Sam couldn\u2019t keep the smile of his face. He was going to get shit for it later, he knew it. The touchy feeling was only going to last so long. Dean would be back to his bitchy, no emotion, no talking self before too long. Which was fine with Sam, because that was his brother and he wouldn\u2019t want it any other way.<\/p>\n

He paused when he saw the email.<\/p>\n

To<\/strong>:s.winchester@stanford.edu<\/p>\n

From<\/strong>:tspeedle@miami-dade.org<\/p>\n

Subject<\/strong>: Don\u2019t make me hurt you<\/p>\n

First off I\u2019m not happy you\u2019re researching Andrew, but I understand the need to find out what goes through your brother\u2019s thick skull. He\u2019s annoying at best, and a pain in the ass at worst.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not going to go into any detail about his rehab, but I will send you this link – it should answer some questions. Of course he may hunt me down and kill me, but I\u2019ll make sure to haunt his ass – and hide my bones so he can\u2019t salt and burn them.<\/p>\n

Yes I know.<\/p>\n

No I\u2019m not telling you how.<\/p>\n

Tim<\/p>\n

PS – I\u2019m ex-Delta Force and currently work with CSIs. I know how to kill you and dispose of the body. Consider this your only warning – You hurt him you *will* disappear.<\/p>\n

Sam blinked at the email. He really needed to talk to this Tim person. He clicked on the link and watched the news special. He listened to the commentator talk about a Delta Force unit in Afghanistan. How they were ambushed. How Captain Timothy Speedle lost his hearing when he got between a shell and the reporter. How they lost half their unit. How Tim\u2019s best friend Lt. Andrew Thompson was the first to die, and how despite Tim\u2019s injuries he stood at attention as the flag draped coffin was placed into the airplane and flown home. He wiped the tears from his eyes.<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t take a genius to figure out Dean had met Tim in rehab. A bond was formed between them, strong enough that Tim gave Dean his fallen comrade\u2019s dogtags. Ones Dean refused to take off. There was so much more to his brother.<\/p>\n

Dean stepped back into the room and stared at the laptop, watching the footage on repeat. He looked at Sam, who showed him the email.<\/p>\n

\u2018You want to tell me about Tim now?\u2019<\/p>\n

Dean sat down the coffee and grumbled while he signed. \u2018Bastard.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Me or him?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Both of you.\u2019 He signed as he sat down across from Sam. \u2018I met him in rehab. His ears were damaged in Afghanistan. It wasn\u2019t a good time for me.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018God I wish I was there for you.\u2019 Sam shook his head. He still hadn\u2019t figured out why he hadn\u2019t received the call.<\/p>\n

\u2018Probably was good you weren\u2019t.\u2019 Dean held up his hand to stop Sam from protesting. \u2018Tim is Delta Force, a soldier who doesn\u2019t take shit from anyone. He wouldn\u2019t put up with my pissed off attitude with the world and forced me to accept that I was changed. He helped me re-train, re-condition myself. When I left he gave me Andrew\u2019s dogtags. Said I was a soldier just as much as he was.\u2019 He paused slightly. \u2018Andrew was his lover, and the fact he gave them to me… He gets why I do this, and why I had to continue doing it.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018I\u2019m glad you have someone who you can turn to,\u2019 Sam closed the laptop. \u2018Dad and I were never there for you.\u2019<\/p>\n

Dean shrugged. \u2018I\u2019m not going to whine about dad or our upbringing. You now know why I wear the dogtags so just forget this emo shit and let\u2019s get back to work.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Good thing I got a hunt for us,\u2019 he smirked. \u2018Up in South Dakota, figured we could stop in and see Bobby.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Let\u2019s go…\u2019 He stopped and looked at Sam. \u2018Suicidal Chiuahuas?\u2019<\/p>\n

Sam laughed heartily. \u201cI saw it when we were in New Mexico… dude I had to.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2018You are so going to pay for that one.\u2019<\/p>\n

There was one difference in their normal routine. Dean pulled him in for a passionate kiss before they headed out to the Impala. Sam decided that was one change he could truly live with.<\/p>\n

Bobby\u2019s\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dean pulled up to the house and frowned. He looked over at Sam who had the same look on his face. He contemplated turning around, and heading away from Bobby\u2019s get as far as they could. But Winchesters weren\u2019t cowards. He turned off the engine and looked over at his brother once again.<\/p>\n

Sam turned and looked at him. \u2018This changes nothing. I love you. I will not leave you.\u2019<\/p>\n

Dean rolled his eyes, \u2018I\u2019m not asking for a declaration of commitment. Next thing I know you\u2019ll have us married, white picket fence with a gaggle of kids.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Who\u2019s the mom?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018You are, bitch.\u2019 Dean shook his head. \u2018No killing dad.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cNo promises.\u201d Sam forged ahead talking and signing. \u201cHe lays in on you that you\u2019re a liability I\u2019m kicking his ass.\u201d With that he got out of the car and headed up to the door.<\/p>\n

Dean got out of the car and followed Sam up to the door. His brother was tense and ready to snap; he frowned and moved past him, knocking on the jamb as he entered the open door. He stopped and stared at Bobby and his father in the middle of a full blown argument. He glanced back at Sam who was looking close to exploding. He slammed his hand against the door jamb, and when that didn\u2019t get their attention, he got drastic.<\/p>\n

Everyone stopped and looked at him. He put the gun away and looked at them. He raised his eyebrow and looked at the two older men. He sighed, and looked over at Sam, getting his attention before signing.<\/p>\n

Sam smirked, \u201cNow that I got your attention, can you two stop fighting like children?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSam! Dean!\u201d Bobby gave them a genuine smile and turned his back on John. \u201cWhat brings you two out here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2018Hunt.\u2019 Dean signed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat hunt?\u201d Bobby asked shocking both of them. \u201cYou\u2019re not the only old dog who can learn new tricks. I figured you would be up my way sooner or later. I can follow along but I\u2019m not sure if I could keep a conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell that\u2019s more than I can say about our father.\u201d Sam pointedly looked at John.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell John and I were having a slight disagreement about that,\u201d He looked over at Dean. \u201cBeer?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dean nodded and followed Bobby into the kitchen, leaving his brother to face off with his dad. He turned and snapped his fingers and gave Sam a pointed glare.<\/p>\n

Sam signed with an evil smirk. \u2018I won\u2019t kill him. Just maim him a bit.\u2019<\/p>\n

Dean laughed and headed into the kitchen.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo I see you learned ASL,\u201d John said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d Sam replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been keeping track…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you would have noticed we\u2019ve had no problems hunting,\u201d he pointed out.<\/p>\n

\u201cSam.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d Sam held his hand up. \u201cThe person you should apologize to is in the kitchen. Of course it would have been nice if you actually had taken the time to learn how to communicate with him. He\u2019s Dean, your son. The only difference is he can\u2019t hear.\u201d<\/p>\n

“Did you ever consider the fact, that it\u2019s nothing to do with his inability to hear?” John demanded.<\/p>\n

“Considering the last words you said to us, was that he’s a liability and needs to be sent away, no not really.” Sam replied.<\/p>\n

“The demon used me to get to him,” he growled. “Used my own hands to hurt him. His whole goal was to remove him from the equation…”<\/p>\n

“Which is why he should be here with me,” Sam pointed out. “You said it yourself dad. The demon can’t compete with Dean’s devotion. So hiding him away, just does what the bastard wants.”<\/p>\n

“I want him protected!” John bellowed.<\/p>\n

The youngest Winchester stepped back and stared at their father.<\/p>\n

“The demon won’t stop at getting rid of him. He used me, who says he won’t do it again, or you.” He looked over to see Bobby and Dean standing in the room. “The words he said, what he did – I can’t bear the thought of him doing it again.”<\/p>\n

“Dad.”<\/p>\n

John gasped at the sound of his son’s voice. “Dean?”<\/p>\n

“I knew it wasn’t you.” He said slowly. Talking wasn’t something he was used to doing anymore. He knew what the words were supposed to sound like in his head but the fact was he couldn’t hear them, and it scared him that he was saying them wrong. “Sammy’s right though. My job is to protect him from that bastard, I can’t do that sheltered.”<\/p>\n

“You\u2019re both are my boys I need to protect you.” John stepped towards his eldest son.<\/p>\n

Dean sighed and signed towards Sam. John looked over at Sam. “I understand, dad. But you trained us to be hunters.”<\/p>\n

John stepped closer to Dean. “You were never unwanted. A surprise yes, but loved from the moment we found out. You were… are\u00a0<\/em>our pride and joy. I’m very proud of you Dean.”<\/p>\n

Dean looked up at his father; he took a deep breath, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. “All my life I’ve waited to hear those words from you. And you finally say them when I can’t hear them.” He turned and walked out of the room back outside. Sam followed him out the door.<\/p>\n

John leaned against the wall, “What do I do Bobby?”<\/p>\n

“Find the bastard and destroy him.”<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sam found Dean leaning up against one of the run down cars towards the back of Bobby’s place. He stepped up in front of him waiting until his brother acknowledged his presence. After a few moments he looked up at Sam and gave him a halfhearted smile.<\/p>\n

“Do you want to leave?”<\/p>\n

Dean shook his head. He pulled his hands out of his pockets to sign when a shiver ran through him. He reached over and grabbed Sam as he went down to his knees hissing in pain, clutching his forehead. Dean pulled him close and ran a hand through his hair and along his back soothing as best as he could until the vision passed.<\/p>\n

“What’s going on?” John asked as him and Bobby ran up to the scene.<\/p>\n

Dean looked up a question on his face.<\/p>\n

“What’s going on?” He repeated looking worriedly at Sam.<\/p>\n

“It’s okay dad.” Sam hissed as he laid his head against Dean’s shoulder. “Just a gift from the demon.”<\/p>\n

“WHAT!?” John yelled.<\/p>\n

Dean glared up at his father.<\/p>\n

Sam sat back then took a seat next to his brother. “I’ve been getting visions.”<\/p>\n

“Why didn’t you tell me?” their father demanded.<\/p>\n

Bobby snorted at the twin ‘what the fuck look’ the boys gave their father. “Really John, that’s just a stupid question.”<\/p>\n

Dean turned towards Sam signing, \u2018What did you see?\u2019<\/p>\n

He frowned trying to call up the images, \u201cA storage room… lots of boxes. There was an old style gun on the table.”<\/p>\n

“A Colt?” John asked looking over a Bobby.<\/p>\n

“I’m not sure but it was definitely from the eighteen hundreds.” Sam closed his eyes, rubbing his temple. “A dark haired man was filling something out…”<\/p>\n

\u2018Anything in the room distinguishable?\u2019 Dean signed.<\/p>\n

Sam shook his head, working through the images trying to find anything that would tell him where it was located. “Is the gun important?” He asked looking up his father.<\/p>\n

“It’s the only thing that can kill the demon.” John informed them. “We had got word that a fellow hunter had it, but he disappeared months ago with the gun.”<\/p>\n

“If this is the gun, Sam…” Bobby looked over at the youngest Winchester.<\/p>\n

Dean shifted and knelt in front of his brother, running a hand through his hair. “Sammy…”<\/p>\n

He looked up into loving green eyes, before closing his own and concentrating. The image flashed before him. A dark haired man was cataloging the gun into evidence. Sam saw the hearing aid just as someone stepped into the room. The focus shifted and he was looking into yellow eyes.<\/p>\n

Sam jerked out of it again. “Dean!”<\/p>\n

Dean stared at him, having felt the vision strike a second time. “Sam?” His voice was shaky.<\/p>\n

“He was there.” Sam stood up stared at the three of them.<\/p>\n

“Who?” Bobby asked.<\/p>\n

“The demon!” He looked at Dean, eyes wide. “The room was an evidence locker. The man I saw had hearing aids…”<\/p>\n

Dean shook his head, quickly pulling out his phone typing furiously over keys. He grumbled before clicking more buttons before slamming the phone into his pocket. He looked at Sam signing hastily. \u2018Contact Rebecca. See if she has Horatio’s business card.\u2019<\/p>\n

“Dean it’s possible it’s not…” Sam stated as he pulled out his phone.<\/p>\n

\u2018It is!\u2019 He angrily signed.<\/p>\n

“Who? What?” John looked between his two sons. “Will someone tell me what’s going on?”<\/p>\n

“The man I saw in the vision, he was cataloging that gun into evidence. It’s possible he’s the same man who helped Dean through his rehabilitation.” Sam glared at his phone. “Rebecca it’s Sam call me as soon as you can. This is extremely important.”<\/p>\n

“How can you be sure?” John asked Dean.<\/p>\n

Dean stormed off towards the Impala pulling the door open with a bit more force than he usually did. He grabbed his bag, dug around and tossed it to Sam.<\/p>\n

He grabbed and looked down at the photo, there was no doubt. “It’s him dad.” Sam stared at the two young men in uniform. He looked up at Dean, “Is this Andrew?”<\/p>\n

Dean nodded.<\/p>\n

Sam could see the love between the two men, and now understood Dean’s need to hold onto the dogtags. For Tim to have given them to him… He looked up at his brother. “We’ll stop him.”<\/p>\n

“Do you think the demon is going after him because he knows Dean or because he has the gun?” Bobby asked.<\/p>\n

Dean rolled his eyes before signing. Sam’s eyebrow went up. “You’re kidding?” Dean shook his head no.<\/p>\n

“What did he say?” John didn’t like being left out and swore after they dealt with this situation he was stealing Sam’s books on ASL.<\/p>\n

“Timothy Speedle can find more trouble than I apparently.” Sam shook his head staring at Dean in shock. “It seems while they were at the rehabilitation center, not only did Tim accidentally find a witch but a pack of vampires. That was on top of them hunting down a psycho ghost who was tormenting patients.” Sam bit back a laugh. “And that was within three weeks of meeting him.”<\/p>\n

John blinked and looked at Bobby. “I’m not sure if we should be sorry for him or use him.”<\/p>\n

Sam laughed out loud despite the situation at Dean’s comment. He turned towards the two older men. “The US Government has been debating the same thing – seems he found two terrorist cells in Kansas.”<\/p>\n

Dean glared at his phone again and tossed it into the car. Sam sobered up and cupped his brother\u2019s cheek not caring what it may look like to their father or Bobby. “We’ll get there in time.”<\/p>\n

He leaned into the touch, praying and hoping Sam was right.<\/p>\n

Miami-Dade Lab<\/strong><\/p>\n

“What do we have Speed?” Horatio walked in looking over the evidence lay out on the table.<\/p>\n

Tim looked up at him and then around the lab making sure they were alone. “Tools of a hunter.”<\/p>\n

“What?”<\/p>\n

“The victim is obviously a hunter or was,” he picked up one of the guns. “These are well used and maintained. Plus there’s this.” He handed Horatio a leather bound journal.<\/p>\n

The Lieutenant held it and looked it over. “It’s worn.”<\/p>\n

“It’s a hunter\u2019s bible according to Dean.” Tim took the book back and set it down. “My guess he was either hunting something or it was hunting him.”<\/p>\n

“So this is going to end up a cold case.” Horatio shook his head.<\/p>\n

“Depending on what killed him, can’t quite drag some supernatural element into the interrogation.” Tim sighed.<\/p>\n

“Have you contacted your friend?”<\/p>\n

“My phone is dead.” Horatio gave him a look. “It got smashed courtesy of one Eric Delko, who wasn’t watching where he was going and I ended up slamming into the stair railing. It was a one in a hundred shot; the railing won and took my phone out.”<\/p>\n

The redhead’s eyebrow went up. “Since I’ve met you…”<\/p>\n

“Don’t even say it!” Speed glared at him.<\/p>\n

Horatio gave him a small smile. “Why don’t you pack this away for tonight? We’ll get a hold of your friend and deal with this in the morning. It’s only fair he help us with a case, since we helped him with one of his.”<\/p>\n

“I’ll call him tonight.” Tim nodded packing the evidence back into the box.<\/p>\n

“Is that a Colt?” Horatio paused looking down at the old elegant weapon.<\/p>\n

“Yeah, though I think there\u2019s something different about it.” Speed commented as he picked up. “See the symbols on it.”<\/p>\n

“Devil\u2019s Trap.” Horatio leaned back. “Tim, is this thing safe here?”<\/p>\n

“I don’t know,” he said. “I’ve taken some photos of it and we\u2019ll send it to Dean once we get home.”<\/p>\n

Horatio watched him lock the evidence away. He had remembered clearly the day Tim had come into his office with a case file, asking him to look it over. When he asked about the odd consistencies, he had come clean. There were far scarier things in the night than just murders and rapists. Ever since then Horatio had read through all of Speed’s books and added to their collection. His eyes open to another world, he had seen things now, crimes that he wouldn’t be able to solve. Though it ate at him he couldn’t help or give the victim closure. Speed had informed him that he passed the information on to other hunters. Justice was still being served just not in the way Horatio was used to.<\/p>\n

“I’ve got some paperwork to catch up on,” Horatio looked around before he leaned in giving him a quick kiss to the temple. “Once you log this in come find me and we’ll go home.”<\/p>\n

Tim nods as he began to pack up the evidence. He ran a hand over the Colt one more time before detailing out the paperwork. A sudden chill fell into the room. He looked up to see one of the janitors standing in the doorway.<\/p>\n

“I’ll be done in a few then you can clean up,” Tim said.<\/p>\n

“Working late?”<\/p>\n

“As always, you know Miami – We never close.”<\/p>\n

“Oh but tonight I think you will be.”<\/p>\n

Speed looked up and quickly stepped back when he saw the janitor\u2019s eyes flash yellow. “What the fuck are you doing here?”<\/p>\n

“You know who I am?” He smiled as he walked into the layout room. “Did Dean talk about me with fond memories?”<\/p>\n

“More like plotting your demise,” Tim countered.<\/p>\n

“Such a needy little boy,” the demon clucked. “You know why I’m here.”<\/p>\n

“Taking a cruise out to the Caribbean?” Speed smirked. “Or looking to retire with the rest of the snowbirds… Wait I’m guessing you would want somewhere a bit cooler considering where you come from.”<\/p>\n

The demon sighed. “I can see how the two of you bonded.”<\/p>\n

“Two soldiers who were wounded. Stubborn assholes who refused to let that wound control their life.” Tim leaned back arms crossed over his chest. “I’m sorry, you look annoyed. Am I supposed to be cowering in fear at your mere presence?”<\/p>\n

The sudden pain that shot through his chest as he was slammed against the wall knocked the breath out of him. But it wasn’t going to stop him or make him fear the bastard anymore. “No matter what you do, he’s going to send your ass back to hell.”<\/p>\n

“That’s where you’re mistaken.” The demon stated as he picked up the Colt admiring it. “I have plans for my boy.”<\/p>\n

“I’m taking you mean Sam.” Speed struggled against the invisible force. He hoped to God Horatio didn’t get worried and come looking for him. He didn’t need to be pulled into this mess.<\/p>\n

“Ah yes, little Sammy. Though he’s not so little anymore.” He cooed with pride. “He’s going to be my general.”<\/p>\n

“Doesn’t seem the military type.” Tim commented. “I mean if you want a kick ass warrior wouldn’t you rather have Dean?”<\/p>\n

The demon glared at him, lifting his hand causing Speed to scream out in pain. “You’re annoying.”<\/p>\n

“I’ve been told that,” he caught movement in the reflection. If he could distract the bastard\u2026another yell was ripped from his throat.<\/p>\n

“Hello Dean.” The demon turned towards the young man. “How’s the hearing?”<\/p>\n

Dean’s eyebrow rose slightly considering the fact he actually heard him. “What are you playing with?”<\/p>\n

“Right now your friend,” He made a motion and Speed fell to the ground grunting with pain. “Later maybe, I’ll play with dad a bit.”<\/p>\n

He cocked his gun and held it steady. “Step away from him.”<\/p>\n

“You know…” he said. “I have to give you some credit. Despite everything you’ve carried on. It’s admirable. Foolish but I can respect it.”<\/p>\n

“Is this where you make me some outrageous deal?” Dean rolled his eyes.<\/p>\n

“You know how these things work.” He smiled stepping closer. “How about I give you your life back.”<\/p>\n

The hunter gave it some thought, “Nah I like my life the way it is.”<\/p>\n

“I can give you back your hearing\u2026all you have to do is walk away.”<\/p>\n

“Nope, sorry can’t do that.” Dean cocked the gun. “But I can send your sorry ass back to hell.”<\/p>\n

The demon snarled as he turned around and tossed John against the wall. “Please John. Haven’t you done enough damage?”<\/p>\n

“Dean knows the words you spoke were lies.”<\/p>\n

“Does he?” The demon turned back towards the oldest sibling. “How does it feel to be lost in a world of silence because of your father?”<\/p>\n

“Actually I’m starting to regret the whole I can hear right now, because your voice is getting annoying.”<\/p>\n

“Now Sam you wouldn’t be trying to get to the Colt to harm me now would you?” The demon watched as Sam was pushed against the wall. “And Dean don’t even try to shoot me in the back.” Dean cried out as he was also pushed against the wall. “Sammy… Sammy my favorite.”<\/p>\n

“Go to hell.”<\/p>\n

“Been there, done that,” he patted Sam’s cheek. “You know you’re special. I have high hopes for you.”<\/p>\n

“I’m not like you.” He growled out.<\/p>\n

“Tell me Sammy when Dean called why didn’t you go to your poor brother\u2019s bedside?” He looked over at Dean smirking.<\/p>\n

“It won’t work.” Sam smirked, his eyes on Dean. “You made a big mistake hurting Dean.”<\/p>\n

“Well my intention was to kill him, but this is much more fun.” He stepped back and reached for the Colt. “I find it ironic that a gun made for hunters will end up killing two of them.”<\/p>\n

“You touch them I’ll kill you myself.” Sam lashed against the hold on him.<\/p>\n

“That’s it my boy, let the anger flow through you.”<\/p>\n

“You know you’ve reached a low point in your evil career when you start quoting Star Wars.” Dean snarked off pulling the attention back towards him.<\/p>\n

The demon turned and smiled evilly. “Come to me Dean.”<\/p>\n

Dean struggled against the pull on his body and mind. “Fuck you.”<\/p>\n

“Come here and take this gun and shoot your father in the head.” He held out the Colt towards Dean’s reaching fingers.<\/p>\n

Dean fought against the pull, but his body wasn’t in his control. “NO.”<\/p>\n

“Fitting don’t you think,” He looked over at John. “You beat him to within an inch of his life and he’s going to kill you.”<\/p>\n

John looked up at his son a smile on his face. “He’s stronger than me.”<\/p>\n

“Take the gun Dean.”<\/p>\n

Sweat poured off his brow his hand struggling in mid air. He cried out in pain as the feeling of daggers shot up his arm. Suddenly a gunshot rang out and the janitor stepped back with a bullet wound to the head. Horatio stepped into the room. And pulled the trigger again. The concentration was broken and Dean collapsed to the ground.<\/p>\n

“The Colt!” John yelled out towards the newcomer.<\/p>\n

Horatio reached for it pulling it up just as the man’s mouth opened and black smoke flowed out of his body and into the air ducts. He glanced back down to the body on the ground. The Lieutenant knelt down and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry Phil.”<\/p>\n

“Dean!” Sam moved to his brother and pulled him up into his arms. “Can you hear?”<\/p>\n

He shook his head and fell back against the table eyes closing. Sam patted his cheek making him open them again. Dean glared at him and signed. \u2018Dude.\u2019<\/p>\n

“You need medical attention.” Sam pointed out.<\/p>\n

\u2018After I sleep.\u2019 Dean signed closing his eyes again.<\/p>\n

Horatio shook him awake, “Not until we check your injuries.”<\/p>\n

\u2018You’re as bad as Tim.\u2019<\/p>\n

“Worse,” Horatio smiled before moving over to where his lover lay. “Speed?” He checked for a pulse sighing with relief when his eyes fluttered open. “Time to wake up.”<\/p>\n

“Is the bastard gone?” Speed asked sitting up.<\/p>\n

“For now.” John answered.<\/p>\n

“I swear Speed only you would get attacked by a demon in the middle of a secured crime lab.” Horatio shook his head and pulled him up on his feet.<\/p>\n

“Can we not discuss this?” Tim grumbled. He looked over at Dean who was standing unsteadily next to Sam. He switched to sign easily. “How did you know?”<\/p>\n

Dean shrugged and signed back. \u2018Sam had a vision.\u2019<\/p>\n

Tim paused, “Vision?”<\/p>\n

\u2018Dude!\u2019 Dean shook his head. \u2018I got on a plane to save your ass.\u2019<\/p>\n

Captain Timothy Speedle stared at him in shock then smiled. “You do love me.”<\/p>\n

Dean flipped him off.<\/p>\n

Horatio and Speed’s Beach House – A week later<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dean sat on the back porch looking out over the ocean. He sipped his beer and watched the waves go back and forth. He was lost in his own thoughts, last week\u2019s events going through his head. The demon was still out there, and they had no lead on where he may have gone. He was now more determined to find the bastard and destroy him. He had done enough damage to his family. John had flown back to South Dakota, another hunt waiting for him. He had held Dean a bit more tightly right before left and signed his goodbye. He had left with an ASL book in his hand and a threatening glare from Tim.<\/p>\n

Dean refused to get back on a plane. It was one thing to force himself onto one so he could get to Miami quickly it was another thing entirely to get back on it. Sam had already arranged with Bobby to get his baby shipped out to Miami, and there better not be a scratch on it or there would be Hell to pay.<\/p>\n

So while they waited Sam had pretty much moved into Tim and Horatio’s library. It seemed the two men had started to acquire a very nice collection. Though once Tim had heard about Bobby’s collection the ex-soldier started plotting a trip out to South Dakota to check it out. Horatio and Dean had sat on the porch many nights discussing hunting, justice and dedicating ones life to helping others. It was nice to talk with someone who understood the drive behind the hunt. Dean couldn’t help but think Horatio would have made a damn fine hunter. And by the looks Sam and Tim were giving them neither were thrilled they were bonding. Like having the two troublemakers bond was any less worrisome.<\/p>\n

He felt a hand on his shoulder; Dean looked up to see Horatio standing next to him. He nodded and the redhead took a seat next to him. Dean looked back out towards the ocean, as the two sat in comfortable silence.<\/p>\n

He turned towards the redhead then signed. \u2018Tell me they at least got something to eat?\u2019<\/p>\n

Horatio took his time and signed back, \u201cNot sure, I slid a piece of raw meat in there but didn’t hear anything.\u201d<\/p>\n

“Not funny,” Tim glared at Horatio before sitting down. He turned to Dean, “Just going over notes.”<\/p>\n

Sam sat down next to Dean and poked at him, “He’s got some good books that I haven’t seen. There is so much information that could be very useful to us.”<\/p>\n

\u2018You do realize that when my baby shows up we’re leaving right?\u2019 Dean signed back.<\/p>\n

\u2018But I like your friend,\u2019 Sam smiled at him.<\/p>\n

Dean rolled his eyes. \u2018We can come visit.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018You better.\u2019 Tim pointedly looked at him while he signed. \u2018Minus the demon.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Just a few ghosts, or have you found any new covens?\u2019 Dean snapped back.<\/p>\n

“Three ghosts, some water sprites, ghost ship, werewolf, and a demon.” Horatio answered smiling at his lover. “And don’t forget the one terrorist organization he tripped over, and the bank robbers he captured on his first day of work.”<\/p>\n

“I hate you.” Tim glared at them all.<\/p>\n

\u201cHoo-ah.\u201d Dean said while laughing.<\/p>\n

Next Day<\/strong><\/p>\n

“If I find any books I’ll send them your way, at least you can take care of them for me.” Sam talked to Tim as they packed the Impala. “You have my email and phone number, and I’ll make sure to call you if Dean goes well, all Deanish.”<\/p>\n

“Don’t let him hide,” Tim said. “Seeing him now with you is a whole different Dean then the one I met at the Center.”<\/p>\n

“I won’t.” Sam smiled at him. “He’s everything to me and nothing will take him away from me.”<\/p>\n

“If you need anything don’t hesitate to call.” They turned to see Horatio talking with Dean. “And you have my number in case Tim gets his phone abducted by aliens.”<\/p>\n

\u2018Don’t say it.\u2019 Dean signed. \u2018It will probably happen.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Keep in touch, don’t do anything stupid…. or at least make sure you got guns and backup.\u2019 Horatio shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u2018Geeze mother hens much?\u2019 He signed at both of them, and they just grinned back. Dean rolled his eyes and walked over the driver\u2019s side of the car. \u2018Stay out of trouble!\u2019 He pointed at Tim.<\/p>\n

“You too.”<\/p>\n

\u2018Get in the car Sammy,\u2019 Dean shook his head and slipped behind the wheel starting it up. They all heard his head hitting the steering wheel. The three men snickered at the sounds of grumbling, and the tape being pulled out of the deck and tossed out the window.<\/p>\n

“Celine Dion.” Tim shook his head. “That’s just wrong.”<\/p>\n

Sammy grinned as he got into the car, \u2018Problem with the music Dean?\u2019<\/p>\n

Dean just flipped him off, before putting the car into drive. They waved out the windows as they took off down the street.<\/p>\n

Sam touched his brother\u2019s leg to get his attention. “Where to?”<\/p>\n

Dean handed him the newspaper and smiled.<\/p>\n

Sam just eyed him, “You’ve got to be kidding me?”<\/p>\n

Dean shook his head a large grin on his face. Sam sighed and leaned back in the seat. “Well, I’ve always wanted to go to Disneyworld.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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