Words Amongst Many

- Twenty Six - Subtle Differences -

- Sam's POV -

I wake up in the morning and Cas is staring at Dean like as if he was about to brutally murder him.
"Cas-"
"Not Dean." Cas cuts me off.
"What?" I say standing up. Cas stands up beside me and Dean just has a straight face looking at us.
"That. Is not Dean, Sam." Cas protests. I would usually ignore the face but thinking back to how he opened his arms to a hug. And said "sleep now" instead of "goodnight Sammy" something clicks in my head.

Dean, my brother, Dean. Doesn't just smell like leather.

It's Gunpowder, Whiskey and Leather with slight tinges of blood.

It's a subtle difference. But it's sure as hell there. And I found it. Dean's hair also slicks to the right. This one has it's hair pointed to the left.

I step infront of Cas and glance over to Bobby and Jo. They know what's happening. I slide a gun out of the waistband of my pants and point it at the imposter. It stands up holding it's hand in the air.
"Sam, I wouldn't shoot that if I were you." Dean's voice. Still not Dean.
"Why?" I growl.
"What if I am Dean?" He says.
"Where's the Impala. Dean." I accuse.
"Outside in the parking lot." He says with a confident smile.
"Wrong." Someone says from behind the Dean figure. The imposter goes down and the black dusty shadow exits quickly. I focus on a leather and jean dressed figure holding a gun at head height.
"My. Impala. Won't be touched by some son of a bitch trying to kill my family. Rhyme or Reason. No one. Is getting near. My family." The man snarls. I stare dumbfounded and the scathed and scratched figure.
"Dean!" Cas yelps from behind me. Dean drops the gun on the floor and hugs Cas. I just keep staring at him as he looks over Jo and Bobby. He turns to me.
"Sam?" He says. I glare. I don't trust that this one is my brother either.
"Jerk." I say exaggerating the j in the word.
"Bitch." Dean replies. I step forward and wrap my arms around his shoulders. He keeps his arms to the side.
"Okay. Whoa. Long enough." He says.
Yep. It's Dean.

We all silently walk throught the hospital hallways. Bobby and Jo go to get the two vehicles and I stop Dean at the door.
"Don't die." I say. Cas lets out a little laugh behind me.
"I didn't!" Dean protests.
"Don't get hurt." I restate.
"No promises." Dean says and marches out the door. I stand there and give him a mini death glare.

Jo drives up in Bobby's 1961 Chevrolet Chevelle and then Bobby drives up in the slick black vehicle that Dean and I call home. Dean stands there wide eyed with his mouth open.
"No way." He says in a surprised tone. He runs up the Impala and puts his hands on it staring at it impossibly happily.
"How?" He almost yells as Bobby steps out of the driver side. Bobby points to me and Cas.
"I didn't do it on my own." He says. Cas and I look at eachother, then Dean and smile. Dean walks over to us and ruffles my hair as he walks past me towards Cas. I fix my hair and by the time I glance at Cas and Dean they are kissing. I stummble backwards into Jo.
"You seeing this?" I slur my words slightly.
"Oooh yeah." She replies.
"This is real, right? I'm not dreaming?" Bobby asks.
"No, pretty sure it's real." I say. Cas is leaning against Dean and for every step Dean takes forward Cas takes one backward. They wind up against the Impala. Dean pulls away and looks at us.
"The hell?" Jo asks.
"Oh yeah. Forgot that you guys aren't in the same hotel room as us." Dean says with a nervous tone. I just give him a blank look.
"Did you just?" I ask pointing between them. Dean glances at Cas.
"Ya." He replies giving me a curious look.