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A/N: This is my first fan fiction so go easy on me,ok, guys?
Hope You Enjoy It!
Summary: Sam finally tells Dean what he has been hiding, a piece of information that could turn their worlds around.
When It Comes To This
"Hey, Dean, can I talk to you?"
Dean glanced up from the magazine he was reading to find his brother leaning against the door. The boys had decided to take a few days off from hunting and rest at Ellen's.
Dean turned his attention back to the magazine.
"What's up?"
Sam walked into the room and slowly sat on the bed. He fidgeted nervously, twisting his hands. Dean's attention was on the magazine but out of the corners of his eyes, he could see that whatever it was that Sam wanted to tell, it was big. Sam only fidgets when he's been caught doing something he shouldn't have.
Like that time he caught Sam sneaking out to go to Jennifer Rowel's party.
Sam was 14 at that time.
Sighing loudly, Dean put his magazine to the side and turned to his brother. "Alright, what is it?" he asked.
Sam bit his lips and took a deep breath. "Ok, before I tell you, you have to know that I only hid it from you because I didn't want you to freak out and go crazy, all right? It wasn't my intention to hide anything from you but I didn't have much of a choice."
Both Dean's eyebrows shot upwards. He narrowed his eyes at his younger brother.
"What are you talking about?" he said as calmly as he could.
Sam stood up and started to pace around the small room, Dean's gaze never once leaving him. Finally, after what seemed like forever to Dean, he stopped and faced Dean.
"Remember that the time we went back to our old house? After I had the vision of the tree? You know, where we met Missouri?"
Dean nodded, unable to find it in himself to speak at the moment.
Sam took a deep breath. "Well, uh, she told me something, about myself. Something that's got to do with my powers and who I am, why the demon came for me when I was 6 months old."
Dean looked at him, barely breathing.
Then came the dreaded question.
"What did she tell you?"
Sam looked at the floor, suddenly finding it fascinating. Dean resisted the urge to punch something. He hated having to wait.
"Sam" Dean said, loud and clear." What..did.. she ..tell.. you..?"
When Sam refused to answer, Dean growled.
"Don't make me repeat that question, Sam" he whispered harshly.
Swallowing thickly, Sam raised his head up and looked straight into his brother's eyes.