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It had been two years, but Dean Winchester still felt as lost today as he did when he watched his pain in the ass little brother walk out the door – realising that with his fathers ultimatum hanging in the air that Sam, his Sammy had no way back. He had stood watching the scene unfold and spiral out of control as his fathers' voice boomed, "You walk out that door, don't come back" and as Dean felt the breath being sucked out of his body he realised that everyone in that room knew what it meant. Sam was never going to back down, anybody that knew anything about Sam Winchester knew that he was as stubborn as a mule, funnily enough that was definitely a trait that both boys got from the great John Winchester. His father had spent the last number of years sparring with Sam on a daily basis on things like not playing soccer, how much training had to be done before Sam could go do his home work, they couldn't even agree when they would have dinner for God's sake, so how could he not have known? How could he not have realised that once those words were out of his mouth, that that was it, that was the end game? Dean had always known that his father was scared, had been ever since the night that Mary died, he had never gotten over her death and the fact that he was there when the women he loved was killed and couldn't do anything to stop it seemed to eat away at him a little more everyday. In contrast all Sam could see was a man driven for revenge, a man so hell bent in taking down "Yellow Eyes" that he had lost sight of the fact that two members of his family had survived that night, that his father hadn't lost everything in the awful fire that took there mother away, but instead when he looked at his sons he only saw soldiers for the hunt. Dean never understood how Sam couldn't see what he himself saw – a man who was scared of loosing his kids to the same thing that had taken his wife. Maybe if he knew that his father had been going to Stanford to make sure that he was alright, checking up on him every chance he had, maybe then he would see his fathers ultimatum that night for what it was, a parent who was terrified of losing his son.
As the bartender put a beer down in front of him, Dean was conflicted about what he was going to do. Dean had been in New Orleans, on a solo hunt, and now sitting in some bar waiting to meet his father, the only problem was John Winchester was supposed to be here a week ago. He had called everyone he could think of Pastor Jim, Caleb, hell he had even called Bobby, but no one had heard from him. The thought of calling Sam had crossed his mind more than once, to let him know that Dad was missing but a niggling doubt at the back of his mind kept asking him - would Sam would care? Deep down inside he knew he would, there was no question that his little brother loved his father but Dean felt that because Sam believed that his father was still waiting for him to come crawling back from Stanford with his tail firmly between his legs, he would shut down and tell Dean that "Dad was just being Dad, same old marine crap, working on a need to know basis, either that or he was spending some quality time with his friend Jack Daniels." But now Dean was all out of options, he had no one else to call, and he wasn't his father, he wasn't about to let some stupid fight get in his way. He needed his family back, and sure this wasn't the first time that his dad had gone "missing" but something in his gut was telling him this was bad and it frightened him more than he would admit to even himself. He took out his cell and hoped that Sam still had the same number, all the while knowing that despite everything that happened, Sam wouldn't break all connections with his family and change his number without letting Dean know. As he dialled he took a deep breath, part of him hoping to speak with Sam, needing to speak with his brother, the other part hoping that Sam wouldn't pick up, cause he didn't want to have to deal with the possibility of Sam rejecting him, telling him that hunting was no longer his life, that he had finally got what he always wanted – his white picket fence life and wasn't about to give it up. Just when it seemed as if it was going to voicemail the call was answered but there was no way that Dean could have been prepared for what was about to happen.
"She's gone Dean, she's gone." The voice was so low and sounded so broken that Dean thought he must have called the wrong number, but then he heard the familiar sob, the Sammy sob, the one that had broken Deans heart so many times over the years, the last time being when he had dropped his little brother to the bus stop, all the while trying to convince him that "Dad didn't mean it Sammy, he's just doesn't want you to go."
"Sam, what's wrong?" Dean was standing up at the sound of Sam's voice, he had thrown some money down on the bar and was on his way out the door, when he heard "She's dead, Dean, Jess is dead," Sam's voice was barely above a whisper and Dean was glad that he was already out of the bar otherwise he might not have heard it at all. He thought back to the last time that he had seen his brother, Sam had been off campus, walking hand in hand to a coffee shop with the same stunning blonde who he had seen him with for the last year and a half, she seemed be captivated by his little brother. Dean remembered laughing to himself knowing that Sam would have thought that she was way out of his league and how much fun it would have been to watch his little brother fall over himself trying to build up the courage to ask her out. He was snapped out of his thoughts as Sam continued and he realised that his brother was barely holding it together.
"I came home and she was…….on the ceiling, she…she looked so scared Dean and then she was on fire, I couldn't save her………I tried Dean I swear I tried……."
"Sammy calm down, I'm on my way. I'll be there in just over an hour Sam, don't do anything. I'll be there soon, I promise. We'll deal with this together, you and me, just like always ok?" Dean said as he started the Impala, deep down he knew it was at least a two hour drive to Stamford but there were no speed limits going to stop him getting to his brother as soon as he could. When he was met with nothing but silence, he felt a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. "Sam. Sam are you there? Sammy answer me, God damit"
"Yeah Dean I'm here, don't do anything, wait until you come" Sam's voice was so unemotional that it was more terrifying for Dean than the distraught Sam had been.
"Sam, I need you to listen to me, I'm going to call you every fifteen minutes, if you don't answer you're cell, I am going to be very pissed and kick your ass when I get there, you got that? You have to answer your phone when I call, ok?" Dean realised that for all his trying his voice still sounded panicked but Sam didn't seem to notice as he continued in the same voice, "every fifteen minutes, ok Dean"
"That's good Sammy, that's good. Alright, I'll be there as soon as I can." As he was about to hang up Dean heard his little brother's whispered plea, "Hurry Dean" and then the connection was cut.
Tbc??????
Please review, this is my first ever fanfic - be honest but try not to be too harsh. Should I continue???