First I'd like to point out that this is my first story on this account.
I'm not necessarily new to Fan fiction, I just made another account.
I hope you like this story, all mistakes remaining are my own.

Disclaimer: As always, I don't own Supernatural or any other T.V series, Though it would be nice.

I'll try to update as frequent as I can, But until then, Have a wonderful day!

It was a blustery, extensive, day today.

The familiar, appealing wind of the early morning breeze, The leaves just beginning to fall off the trees in red, brown, and green, The sweet scent of coffee in the morning to help him get on with the day,
And nothings more satisfying than a new hunt to keep himself distracted in.

Dean Winchester had a lot of work to do.

He stepped out onto the autumn stained grass and took a moment to breathe in the scent of fall.
another month has gone by since the disappearing of his curious, stubborn, rascal baby brother.

He still remembers the day he disappeared. And never will forget,
Even though he wants too.
God he does.

It's not that he ever wants to just forget about his little brother, Sammy.
It's the tragic day for him, and his father. And the way his father looked at him that night. It's the same look he always gives him, And might forever.
Because it was his fault. No matter how young he was.

''Alright, Dean.'' John Winchester said to his eldest son. 'What's the rule?"
He swung his small duffel around his shoulder and headed to the front door. Turning slightly to see his youngest, 5 year old boy, obliterate to everything
around him, while focusing on Looney Toons appearing impish on the television screen.

He had found a new hunt.
One that could hopefully lead to revenge on the Yellow Eyed Demon.
The soulless, cold-hearted, Son of a Bitch who took his wife away. Ripped his children's' mother away from them.
Who tore this family apart.

Though he told his sons none of this.
Sammy would grow up motherless. never knowing who his mom was, or what she was like.
He can only cherish pictures of her, And wonder what she 'was' like in her time of living.

Dean, However, His eldest son, remembers.
He remembers the fire. The screams. The sound of fire trucks speedily making their way to us, police cars, Agents asking them information about what happened.
And he remembers rushing Sammy-his little brother, out of the burning house after John and placed him in his arms.-practically saving him
But most of all, he remembers his mother. How she gently took care of him during nightmares, And cut the bread off his peanut-Butter and Jelly.

Those were the good times.

But now, He's heading out the door, hoping, after 5 years, That he could finally avenge the death of his beloved wife.
Knowing he might not be back in a few days, but that's okay. He knows his eldest son. Even though he may be only 9-turning 10-
he's respectful, Doesn't talk back, mature, loving kid. Whom he trusts with his heart.
Plus, if anything goes wrong he calls John. and sometimes if he doesn't pick up, Then Bobby.

He's just the kid he raised him to be.

''Act first, questions later.''
Young Dean answered his father in a positive voice.

John patted his eldest son's shoulder and told him to take care of his brother.
He wishes that he could be there for his son's more often, But this was the right thing to do.

Dean answered him respectfully saying ''I will.'' and he locked the doors behind his father.
Not knowing exactly what he was up to- he told him he was going someplace, but not exactly where.
But he knows the motto, act first, questions later.' But all he could do now was take care of Sammy- That's what matters.

Now it's about 6 hours after their father left, around 9 at night, and he's about to put little Sammy to bed.

''Dean?'' The youngest asks in a squeaky voice

''Yea, Sammy?"

''When will Daddy be back?"

Truth is, he doesn't really know when he will be back, he was given vivid instructions, And he intends to follow them
All he can say to make his little brother feel better is that he will be coming back soon. He will.

''Soon, Sammy, Soon.''

He tucks the 5-year-old in bed and turns to leave out of his room, after they said their goodnight wishes.

And as he steps out of the room he and his brother shared, He took one last glance to make sure he was alright,
And began to walk towards the small living room.
Dean had watched television for about half an hour and was almost asleep by the time a knock on the door sprung him into consciousness.

''Dad?"
He thought, 'Was he here?'... 'It's only been a few hours.' . Dad doesn't ever get back this early.'
Plus, wouldn't he have called if so?
He ran over to the small, pocket phone on the living room table and checked if there was any missed calls, or voice messages.

There were none.

The young man's mind went blank. Too many thoughts overwhelming him that he can't focus on one. Too many to choose from what to do and what not to do.
Should he open the door? Dads voice rang into his mind. 'Don't open the door for anybody.'
Maybe he should ignore it. It might not have actually been there after all, He could have imagined it.

Another knock on the door caused the boy to jump.
He quickly ran to the door and carefully looked through the peep-hole, with the help of a step stool, But nobody was there.

Nothing but the flickering of light around the motel doors.
His heart skipped a beat. He was sure he hadn't imagined it, right?
But dad said not to call him unless it was an emergency. This might not even be an emergency, He could be imagining it all.
And if he did call his father, and there not be a problem, He would be furious that I made him leave his 'most important' occasion.

Just then, Young Dean made a decision.
After all, He's probably imagining it all, So to prove to himself there really is nothing there,

He unlocks the latch on top of the door, And takes a careful step out. Examining his surroundings.

'See?' He told his-self and let out a small laugh as he walked back into the motel and locked the latch back again.
'Nothing to be afraid of.' he smiles and yawns.

He's tired. Sleep is calling his name for sure.
He walks back to the room he and his brother shared and stretched, ready for a goods night sleep.
As he opened the door he practically jumped into bed, which he regretted some-sort because it would've waken Sammy up.

But there was silence.
Confusion took over and he looked over to see the covers on his brothers bed were all over the place.

'Sammy?'' He asked but there was no response.

He swiftly ran towards the light switch and flipped it, giving the room a bright, luminous glow.
There was no Sammy there.

Fear hit him hard in the chest as his heart began to race, He ran towards the bed, looked under it, around the floor, his bed, Heck, everywhere.
There was no little brother to be found.

''SAMMY!"

That same minute he remembers scrambling to the phone and calling his father.
Once he picked up, Dean was crying, Telling him Sam was missing over and over,
Then John decided to come home once he knew he wasn't kidding around.

After that, John came home as fast as he could and looked everywhere as well, then confirmed sign of struggle in Sam's bed.
Then sulfur, signs of demon activity.

Demons took my brother.

No, If your asking, They didn't just find that out and walk away, They searched for months, years, 2 years to be exact.
Still, no sign of his baby brother.
Everyone assumed he was long dead.

Ever since that tragic day, his father Never looks at him the same.
Not even that it's been 10 years already.

He knows why.

It's all his stupid fault.
If he hadn't walked out that door then Sammy would still be here now, He would still be our little innocent Sammy.
That's over now, though. It all is.

Climbing into his beloved 67' Chevy Impala, He drives.
Knowing exactly where he's going-Sioux Falls. Bobby Singers' place to pick up on another hunt.
Apparently there are some strange killings in South Dakota that might be demon related, blah, blah, blah.

He starts the ignition, turns on the radio, forgetting about his beloved baby brother once again, but not permanently.
And begins his long, 5 hour drive to Singers Salvage.

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