First of all, many thanks to everyone who reviewed "Random Thoughts In A Bar" and especially to the two "Anonymous" reviewers

whom I can't thank personally. :)

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One of my sweet reviewers justly observed that the episodes of SPN although wonderful, don't really give us an insight into what

the characters are thinking, and so I decided to give my own interpretation of some episodes, concentrating on the

characters' thoughts and feelings. I hope you all like. :) Sorry for any stupid spelling mistakes.

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The Brother Chronicles.

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The Pilot:- part one.

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The blond-haired little boy looked down lovingly at the young baby in the cradle, his small hand tracing a light caress on its chubby

cheek.

Ever since his little brother had been born, Dean had been enthralled by Sammy's antics; his goo-goos, gurgles and especially his

toothless smiles which little Dean was convinced the baby reserved for him alone.

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"Isn't Sammy afraid when we leave him all by himself in here?" Dean asked his father who had just scooped him up in his arms,

ready to whisk him off to bed.

"Don't worry sport, Mommy and I can hear every little squeak he makes and we'll be in as soon as he cries," John replied

consolingly.

Dean nodded his head, but he remained unconvinced. Tomorrow he would ask Mom if he could sleep in Sammy's room so that he

could watch out for him. After all in a few months time he would be five; old enough to take care of his little brother.

He snuggled down under the covers, content with the decision he had just taken. He was sure that his Mom would agree; she

knew how much he loved Sammy.

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Little Dean's thoughts were beyond prophetic as he wasn't to know that in a few hours his entire world would be turned upside

down and shattered into a myriad of pieces, the shards waiting in line to pierce his heart and body as he grew to manhood; nor

could he have imagined that the life and upbringing of his baby brother would be squarely placed on his small shoulders;

shoulders which would be strong enough to bear the weight of whatever was to come, for both of them.

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At five minutes past two o'clock on the morning of the second of November, nineteen eighty-three when his father placed Sammy

in his skinny arms and told him to take his brother outside and watch out for him, John had unknowingly set in motion a

relationship between his boys that would outlast Life, Death, Heaven, Hell and the Apocalypse itself. Dean's eyes met with those

of his baby brother and he knew that he would never allow any harm to come to the warm little bundle in his arms that stared up

at him so trustingly.

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John sat on the hood of his car as he watched the firemen begin to get the blaze under control. John was a simple man who loved

his wife, his sons, his job and the life he had led, but now he didn't know what to feel. He had just been witness to his beloved

wife burning like a flaming torch on the ceiling. What he had seen was impossible, and he knew that he would never rest until he

had solved the enigma.

For a second he had completely forgotten about the two children he held in his arms, as the first dark tendrils of his obsession

infiltrated his mind and heart.

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Twenty-two years later.

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Sam had tried to avoid the whole idea of the Halloween party. He hated Halloween because he knew exactly what lay behind it

and if the party-goers and "trick and treat kids" ever found out its real meaning, they would be running away in horror from any

kind of celebration of the event.

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He sighed. Well they didn't know and as he certainly wasn't going to be the one to burst their bubble; he would go along with it,

but he irremovably drew the line at dressing up.

He perked up as Jessica approached; her nurse's costume suited her down to a tee, enhancing her already considerable beauty

and attractiveness. He still couldn't understand what she saw in him but he wasn't going to rain down on his good luck.

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Sam became ever more bored, and continued silently to curse the stupid Halloween party, his mind dwelling on a much more

rewarding way of passing the time, namely curled up in bed with Jess, their naked bodies pressed one to the other, giving and

receiving pleasure, but he would make up for that later, his erotic fantasies conjuring up scenarios to give his girl even greater

satisfaction.

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None of these considerations were visible on his face however, as he pretended to enjoy the party. He scanned the room and his

eyes posed for an instant on his friend Brady. Sam thought to have caught a fleeting expression of hate in his eyes, but he must

have imagined it, as Brady made his way over to their table, a hearty grin on his face as he twirled the tail on his red demon

costume to the beat of the music, provoking a fit of the giggles in the onlookers. as they watched his ridiculous antics.

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Dean parked the Impala outside his brother's lodgings. He knew exactly where Sam lived, even if hadn't seen him in three years.

Three long years. He had missed him terribly. If someone had amputated an arm or leg it couldn't have been any more painful for

him, and yet a part of him was happy and proud that his little brother had had the balls to stand up to John and to get away from

the dangers of the hunting life.

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He had dedicated these years to the hunt, working in tandem with his father, but recently John had gone AWOL and Dean had

never felt so alone and vulnerable, so he had come to Sammy,

After all, John was still his father and Sam was well aware of the dangers of their life. Maybe he would be worried if he knew of

John's disappearance.

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He let himself into the small flat preferring to speak to his brother without being seen by the other students.

Sam's keen hearing awoke him from the light sleep he had just fallen into after the fiery passion he and Jess had shared, and he

quickly got to his feet, afraid not of an ordinary intruder but of some supernatural entity. Oh, he took as many precautions as he

could to protect the flat but there were just some that he wouldn't have been able to explain away to Jess, and so he had not

been able to activate them all.

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He saw a dark shadow move through the flat and he bided his time, jumping the intruder in the small sitting room. As he

struggled, his instinct averted him that this person wasn't here to hurt him and that there was something very familiar about his

scent and body.

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When he eventually looked up into his brother's smiling eyes, all he wanted to do was cry; the love and need for Dean that he

had pushed down into the depths of his soul in order to survive without him, was traitorously coming to the surface. They pulled

each other to their feet; eyes that had not shared a glance for three long years, drinking in the sight and wonder of their sibling;

lost in a dimension of their own

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The spell was broken only when Jess emerged, concerned by the noises she had heard.

Dean was the first to react as he smilingly looked her over, mentally complimenting his little brother for his good taste but she held

his attention for only a minute. He was here for Sam!

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After the shock of finally meeting Sam's mysterious brother, Jessica studied him. He was every bit as beautiful as Sam was, but

with a cocky swaggering bad-boy attitude coupled with a menacing aura of danger that Sam didn't have, and as she watched

them standing one in front of the other, she could practically see the bursts of energy that crackled between them like some mad

scientist's experiment. Just what kind of brothers were they, she found herself thinking.

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Meanwhile Dean had turned back to Sam and to the reason for his visit, their father's disappearance.

Sam had instinctively taken his place beside Jess, more as a defiant move than anything else because the moment he had held his

brother in his arms his heart had flipped over, and all that he had deemed important here at Stanford no longer seemed so

significamt.

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Outside Dean explained the problem, leaving Sam surprised that Dean had been hunting on his own. His brother had had no

back-up. Anything could have happened to him.

What had John been thinking of deserting Dean like that? As he pondered, the irony was not lost on him; he too had left his

brother on his own. He felt the first waves of guilt wash over him. He had been here, safe at Stanford while Dean was in continual

danger, and so he just didn't have the heart to deny his brother when he asked for his help.

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Jess watched preoccupied as he packed his duffle. Did she imagine it or was that some sort of curved knife she had see Sam

furtively shove into the bag. Just what was going on?

"I'll be back for the interview on Monday," Sam assured her as she reminded him worriedly about it, but Jess sensed that

something had changed and that Sam's attention had shifted away from her and to his dangerous big brother. She had a bad

feeling that this night marked the end of everything she had known and the beginning of something else.

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When Sam took his place in the front seat of the Impala next to his brother, he knew that he had come home and however hard

he fought against it, and his stubborn nature had every intention of doing so and going back to Stanford and to Jess, he would be

denying the very reason of his existence.

He tried to cover-up his pleasure at being on the road again, free and unfettered with the person he loved and cared for most at

his side, and he couldn't stop the insidious thought that infiltrated his mind, insisting that he had made a terrible mistake in

running away to Stanford, and that the world was righted only now as he was back at Dean's side.

The Impala roared into the darkness, Dean's strong hands guiding her towards the future.

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