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Chapter 4: I guess it's up to me to drag your dumb asses out of here

Hello, Cruel World 2

Dean and Alexis walk into Bobby's house to find in quiet. "Sam?" Dean called out as he walked toward the living room where he set down the baby carrier and Madilyn on the couch. "Sammy?"

"Beer run?" Alexis guessed as she set down the other baby carrier.

"Don't know." Dean walked toward the staircase. "Sam?" He pauses. "Oh, crap."

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Dean glanced back at his phone where he was tracking Sam.

"It'll be alright, Dean. I promise." Alexis reminded him.

The car slowed as Dean glanced to the warehouse that they were led to. "Ah, this can't be good.

Dean kills the engine.

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"Sam? Sam?" Dean called out as he and Alexis walked into the warehouse. Sam looked over at Dean and Alexis, eyes wide and frantic. "Sam, what are you doing?"

Sam raised his gun making the two stop. Dean held up hands out, moving to shield Alexis. "Whoa, whoa."

"I thought I was with you, Dean." Sam says.

"Okay, well, here I am." Dean gestures to himself.

"No. No, I don't--" Sam glanced to the side. "I can't know that for sure. You understand me?"

"Then we're gonna have to start small." Dean says.

"I don't remember driving here." A few seconds later, Sam turned and shot at the wall. He turned the gun back to Dean and Alexis.

"Whoa, whoa, Sam!" Dean yells. "This discussion does not require a weapons discharge." Dean began slowly moving toward Sam. The younger Winchester lowered the gun slightly. "Look at me. Come on. You don't know what's real? Look, man, I've been to hell, okay? I know a thing or two about torture. Enough to know that it feels different than the pain of this regular, stupid crappy this."

"No. How can you know that for sure?" Sam asked.

"Because, well, in a sense, we've been where you are." Alexis shrugged as she shot Sam a small smile.

"Let me see your hand." Dean held out his. Sam glanced down at the gun in his hand. "No, no, no. The gimp hand. Let me see it."

Sam looked over his shoulder, hand halfway raised. Dean took a step forward, grabbing Sam's hand.

"Hey." Dean shook Sam's hand as his brother looked at him. "This is real. Not a year ago, not in hell. Now. I was with you when you cut it. I sewed it up. Look." Dean twisted Sam's hand, pressing his fingers into the cut.

Sam hisses in pain, reaching out with his other hand to push Dean away. Dean grabbed Sam's wrist, stopping him.

"This is different, right?" Dean asks. "Than the crap that's tearing at your walnut? I'm different. Right?"

Sam pulled his hand away. "Yeah, I think so."

"Sam? Sam?" Dean asked as Sam stared over his shoulder.

Sam pressed his fingers into the gash on his hand, breaking the stitches and drawing blood.

"Hey, I am your flesh-and-blood brother, okay?" Dean continues. "I'm the only one who can legitimately kick your ass in real time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy."

Sam pressed down harder on the cut, eyes flickering over Deans shoulder again.

"Believe in that." Dean tells him. "Believe me, okay? You gotta believe me. You gotta make it stone number one and build on it. You understand?"