Demons, Demigods and Hunters (Percy Jackson/Supernatural)

Chapter 33

Dean

Dean was rifling through his mother's china cabinet, feeling guilty. Dean finally gets his mom back, and the first thing he does it take her good silver. The hair on the back of his neck prickled. He only had a second's warning to turn around and disarm Sam. Sam's lack of training for the situation caught Dean off guard. Dean chuckled, trying to deflect.

"That was so easy, I'm embarrassed for you." Sam wasn't deterred, his expression stony.

"Dean? What the hell are you doing here?" Dean got up, and watched warily as Sam got up, too.

"I was looking for a beer." He lied easily. Sam looked at him incredulously

"In the china cabinet?" Sam turned on the light, and Dean shut his eyes and leaned his head back, knowing that Sam was seeing the cabinet open, and the box on the floor with the lid off. Sam never was an idiot, not even in a fucked up reality.

"That's Mom's silver." Dean sighed.

"Sam."

"What, you... You broke into the house... To steal Mom's silver?" Dean opened his eyes and looked at his younger brother.

"It's not what it looks like, okay? I didn't have a choice." Sam, starting to get angry, scoffed.

"Oh, really? Why? What's so damn important you gotta steal from your own mother?" Dean cocked an eyebrow, thinking quickly.

"You want the truth?"

"Yeah, yeah I do." Dean shrugged. Then he lied.

"I owe somebody money." Sam was shocked.

"Who?"

"A bookie. I lost big on a game, I gotta bring him the cash tonight."

"I can't believe we're even related." Sam ran a hand through his hair. It stung that this version of Sam and him had drifted so far apart that Sam didn't see through his bullshit right away. Even after Sammy had been gone for Stanford, his kid brother knew him better than this.

"How could you do this to Mom? Hell, how could you do this to Anna? If you knew the things she said to me when we talked about you..." Dean couldn't take it. No matter how much of a dick he may be, Dean was always, always, a family guy.

"Sam, I'm sorry." Sam huffed.

"Yeah." Dean leaned down and pulled a knife from the box.

"I'm sorry that we don't get along. I'm sorry that it somehow came between you and Anna. And I wish to hell I could stay and fix it. But I gotta do this. People's lives depend on it." Sam's eyes widened.

"What are you talking about, Dean?"

"Nothing. Forget it. Just uh... Hey, tell Mom I love her. And..." He swallowed.

"And Anna, tell Anna I love her, too." Sam wasn't an idiot. He never was. Dean could tell he knew something was wrong, because even in a fucked up reality he could read his kid brother like an open book.

"Dean." Dean turned around.

"I'll see you, Sammy." He walked out the door and shut it behind him. He walked across the street to the Impala, got in, and shut the door. He leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling, thinking. He turned the key and listened to Baby's engine start. Suddenly, the passenger door opened and Sam got in. Dean frowned.

"Get out of the car."

"I'm going with you." Sam looked resolute. Dean shook his head.

"You're just gonna slow me down."

"Tough."

"This is dangerous and you could get hurt."

"Yeah, and so could you, Dean." Dean sighed.

"Sam..." Sam glared at him.

"Look, whatever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone. And that's that."

"I don't understand. Why you doing this?"

"Because you're still my brother." Dean grinned.

"Bitch." Sam was horrified.

"What are you calling me a bitch for?"

"You're supposed to say jerk."

"What?" Dean shook his head.

"Never mind." He put the Impala in gear, and they drove away.