Hi everyone, so this is my very first full length story. I've read a lot of stories but never had the guts to write or post. But now I've started to write. And boy do I have a plan. For all the 6 season, though some storyline may change. Like I said it's my first ever story so I will probably make some mistakes, but I am very OCD about spelling and grammar, so hopefully you won't have to worry about that. Also I know there is the question of how long Sam was away for. I am choosing 4 years. Hope that's okay. I decided to write the flashback as a third person. It will probably be the only time.

'You sure about this,' I asked as the 67 Chevy Impala approached the outside of the apartment. No answer. 'Dean! I said are you sure about this?'

'Damnit, I heard you the first twenty times,' Dean shouted back. Wow, no need to be so grouchy.

'Well, maybe if you answered me the first twenty times, I wouldn't be asking you again,' I sighed, he can be so hard to deal with sometimes. 'It's been a while Dean, he probably doesn't want to listen to you'.

'You think I don't know that,' Dean replied while rubbing his face. 'Dad's missing, I need his help.' I looked over at him and saw how tired he looked. Not knowing where his father was residing was taking its toll on him. Not that he would ever admit it. At the back of my head though, I had this niggling feeling that John wasn't in danger and that he was deliberately evading us. After all this was John Winchester.

Ever since Dean received the voicemail, on his phone we had been looking for John and once we realised we weren't going to find him without help, Dean and I travelled non-stop to the place where I knew he really didn't want to go. In his eyes, Sam had walked out on their family. Bull if you ask me.

I told Dean to go on inside and I would wait for him. 'Dean,' I shouted after him,

'What!'

'Don't you dare climb up; you'll freak him out, use the door.'

'Whatever,' he shouted back as he climbed precariously up the side of the building. I groaned, sometimes he was such a dumbass. As Dean was going for Sam, I recalled the moment I first found out about his acceptance to Stanford. Of course I was shocked at first, but soon I had given him my full support.

*Flashback*

As CJ approached the door of the motel room, she could hear arguing. Some things never changed, if it wasn't one thing it was another and she could pretty much guess who was arguing and why. It was always the same, Sam brooding about the life they had, which then led to him getting in an argument with his father about how he wanted out and live a normal life. Dean was always the peacemaker trying to get them to calm down. Always torn between the two of them. CJ thought about how no-one seemed to care what Dean wanted, probably because he was more loyal to his father and willing to follow his every order.

Suddenly, the door flung open and Sam walked out followed by his father with a bag slung on his shoulder. '...Don't you ever come back!' John shouted. This was different, way different. CJ called to Sam but he walked on past her. She walked up to John, 'What's going on?'

'Ask him, he started it.'

'Seriously John, what are you? A child, Get back in the room.'

CJ ran to catch up with Sam who had walked a good bit away. 'Sam, please wait, he didn't mean it.'

Sam stopped, 'Yes, he did'.

CJ walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder, 'Hey, tell me what happened?'

'A couple of week ago I applied for a place at Stanford University.'

'What, Stanford'. To say she was shocked was an understatement. Sam was serious this time.

'Yeah' Sam looked at the ground.

'Well...erm...did you get in?'

Sam nodded. 'Wow, that's...I mean...I'm shocked but...well I'm really happy for you.'

Sam lifted his head from the ground, 'Really...you mean you're actually happy...'

'Of course I am, I mean it's Stanford. It's one of the best..right' 'I guess I wish you just told me when you applied. Just so you know I fully support you'.

'Thanks , you know that really means a lot.' Sam huffed, 'At least someone is happy. Dad and Dean could care less. All dad wants is for me to stay and be a good little soldier like Dean is.'

'Sam that's not fair. They want the best for you, Dean wants to take care of you and I guess in his eyes if you leave he can't do that. Not that he would admit that,' CJ tried to reason with him, although she knew at this point there was no stopping him. ' So, I take it your getting the bus.'

'Yep, why, you wanna come with me,' Sam smirked.

Putting her hands in the air facing Sam, CJ said 'Hey, someone's gotta look after these two. But like I said I'm really proud of you, so I shall walk you to the bus stop.'

*End Flashback*

That was the last I saw of him for 4 years. Of course I spoke to him on the phone, but I never risked leaving John and Dean. Talking about Sam was like a taboo subject, John would change the subject, and Dean would suspiciously be hard of hearing. What John didn't know was that I knew all about his little trips to Stanford campus. Oh yes, he thought he was being clever. Dude obviously was oblivious to the fact that he travelled with hunters 24/7.

Of them all I was the only one who was visibly proud of Sam. I'm not gonna lie, after John gave Sam the ultimatum, I lost a tiny bit of respect for him. Maybe because I knew what it was like to be at the receiving end of such a threat. My own parents did the same thing to me when they found out that I was in training to become a hunter. It didn't matter that they were ex hunters, oh no, so when I turned 18, I left and joined John, my mentor and his two sons and never looked back.

I was still in contact with my brother Steven though. He's six years younger than me and means the world to me. We even have matching tattoos - my Ying to his Yang tattoos. I felt sorry and remorseful for the fact that Dean hadn't kept the same relationship with his Sam during his years in Stanford. I also knew that Dean would die for him and was heartbroken when he left, although he would never admit it.

During the walk through my past, I failed to hear Dean returning with Sam until I could hear the trunk being opened. I caught a bit of their conversation before I got out. They were arguing. Well, some things never change. Then again, I knew Sam wouldn't come quietly. He didn't want anything to do with hunting, especially after what John said to him.

'Hey Sammy, got a hug for me?' I asked, with my arms held out wide, as I climbed out through the door. Then I realised that he had grown. Jesus Christ. Did he ever stop? When we were younger he was shorter than me but then nature decided that wasn't right and it seemed overnight he had grown.

'CJ! Hey, wow, it's been a long time. Have you gotten smaller?' He laughed as we embraced. 'Oh, you think you're a wise guy now, huh. You dork, how the hell are you still growing?' I demanded as we parted.

'Hey, you two, think we can leave the reunion party for later? CJ, where the hell did you put the paper?' Dean butted in as usual. God, sometimes he can be so inconsiderate. Now, that I think about it there are a lot of things Dean can be. Oh, well I guess it's his character.

'Excuse me, you were the last one with it.' I walked over to the trunk and picked up a book and pulled a piece of paper from it. 'Here.'

'Alright, so dad was checking out this two lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago this guy they found his car but he'd vanished, completely M.I.A.'

'So maybe he was kidnapped,' Sam suggested.

'Yeah well, here's another one in April,' I took over while handing out newspaper clippings 'Another one in December '04, '03, '98, and '92. Ten of them over the past 20 years, all men, all same 5-mile stretch of road. Started happening more and more so your dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. We hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough. Then Dean gets this voicemail yesterday.'

The voicemail that John had left was full of static. 'Dean, something is starting to happen, I think it's serious. I need to try to figure out what's going on. You and CJ be very careful Dean and stick together, we're all in danger.'

'You know there's EVP on that, right?'

'Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike isn't it? All right. I slowed the message down.'

'Ahem,' I interrupted.

'Ok so CJ did and ran it through a Gold Wave took out the hiss, and this is what she got.'

The air was penetrated by an eerie, womanly voice coming from the phone. 'I can never go home.' 'God, that still sounds creepy,' I thought to myself.

Dean closed the cell, 'You know in almost 4 years I've never bothered you. Never asked you for a thing.'

'All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here.' Sam made to leave but Dean stopped him.

'What's first thing Monday?'

'I have this…I have an interview.'

'What, a job interview? Skip it.'

From the way Sam was acting, I was pretty sure it was much more than just a job interview.

'It's a law-school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate.'

'Law school?'

I was once again shocked but I was happy too. A part of me felt though, that Sam had changed and maybe he really didn't need us anymore. I shook that thought away. 'Sam, that's amazing.'

'Thanks CJ,' He turned round to Dean. 'So we got a deal or not?'

'Fine' Dean sighed and Sam walked back in. As soon as Sam went into the building, I turned around and smacked Dean on the arm. 'God Dean, you didn't have to be rude.'

Dean glared at me as he rubbed the spot were I hit him, 'How the hell was I being rude?'

'It's Law school, you know that's a pretty big deal, you could have at least congratulated him or tell him you were proud of him.'

'He knows I am.'

Was he serious? I scoffed, 'Really Dean 'cause you got a funny way of showing it. Sam looks up to you, he wants your approval.' I sighed, he really doesn't get it. 'Sometimes I wonder why I travel with you.'

'Well it's because I have devilishly good looks and you can't keep away from me.' Dean countered.

Now that made me laugh. Dean is handsome, I'm the first to admit it, but seriously I would never think of him that way. That's way too weird for my liking. 'You can never act like the 26 year old man you're supposed to be.' Soon Sam was returning from the building with a bag over his shoulder and another, presumably with his laptop.

'All right,' Dean asked, 'You ready?'

'Yeah let's go.'

We all climbed into the car and I just couldn't resist, 'Oh and Dean, I think you mean you can't stay away from me.'

First Chapter up. Hurray. Please R&R. Thanks.

P.S I may also take dialogue from the show but as time goes on and I get more comfortable, I'll probably reduce how much I use.