Disclaimer: Not mine

AN: Thanks to Jedisapphire for the beta

Summary: After Dean is cured. The brothers find out those little bumps in healing their relationship can bring them closer.

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"Come here," Sam seated in the Library motioned for his brother to join him.

"What is it?" A groggy sounding Dean asked taking a seat. "I need coffee."

"I'll get you some in a minute. I already have a pot made."

"How long have you been up?" Dean asked studying his brother's tired face.

"Let me have your hand." Sam asked extending his.

Taking in the scattered pile of books and scribbled notes Dean had his answer, "You never went to bed did you?"

"Let me have you hand," Sam asked again.

"Why?" Dean asked curiously as he complied with Sam's request.

"I want to have a closer look at your mark," Sam said extending Dean's arm so he could carefully study it.

"Oh," Dean sounded disappointed. "And here I thought you wanted to hold hands."

"I was thinking and its a reach," Sam said examining the red raised surfaces gently with his fingertips. "But since we have researched this Mark Of Cain to death and come up with nothing. That maybe there's a clue in the mark itself as how to defuse its power or perhaps altering it somehow might do the job."

"Sounds a little crazy I know, Sam continued on. "But we have to figure a way to free you of this and I'm not going to stop until I find one."

"Any thoughts Dean? You've gone quiet on me," Sam glanced up taken aback to find his brother almost in tears.

"What is it Dean?" Sam asked softly his voice full of concern.

"You never gave up on me when I was a demon and now..." Dean paused a moment.

"What?" Sam's eyes urged him on.

"Here you are again doing the same thing with the Mark Of Cain, even after everything I did."

"That wasn't you Dean I know that!"

"I tried to kill you Sammy!"

"Again I say," Sam stated more strongly this time holding his brother's hand in comfort. "That wasn't you!"

"Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"I was right."

"About what?" Sam followed his brother's eyes to their hands clasped together.

"You did want to hold hands, didn't you?" Dean nodded.

"I'll get us that coffee," Sam smiled warmly squeezing Dean's hand before getting up.