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Chapter 1 Family photographs

Sam remembers from a very young age, asking about the other boy in, who seemed to be in each family photograph. First his father told him that he was just a neighbors kid, who needed a father figure in his life, because he didn't have one. And that his mother was too busy with her own needs to worry about the child. So he and Mary would have the kid over as often as possible. Sam put the pictures away and forget about it.

Sam was 15 before he found the picture again, by that time he had forgotten about the picture and questioning his father entirely, about the boy in the photo.

"Dad, who is this?" Sam asked his father as he pointed to the little blonde boy in the picture.

"That's your brother, Dean." John answered sadly.

"My brother?" Sam asked with a laugh, thinking that his father must have bumped his head.

"Yeah, he was four in that picture." His dad answered in a way that made Sam think that his brother must've died in the fire with their mother.

Looking at the picture had hurt after that, so he put it away once more, and never intending to look at it again. And to never imagine how good it be to have a big brother. The years passed slowly, with only Sam and his father. The older Sam would get the more that the two Winchester's fought. If Sam said that the sky was blue, then John would say how dare you think that, when anyone in their right mind sees that it's green.

Then the best thing in the world happened, he got an acceptance letter from Stanford. After all these years Sam could finally see his way out of the life his father forced him to lead. So without any reservations he took it. To finally be normal felt indescribably good. This was a place where he could be himself without worrying about what might pop up from around the corner.

Not long after he settled into his classes at the university, he met someone who made getting into Stanford number 2 of best things to ever happen to him. He met his beautiful, soon to be girlfriend, Jessica Moore. They lived together for the best year and a half of his life. Like Sam, Jess was a book worm who loved to learn. And as corny as it sounded it was getting hard to tell were Jess ended, and Sam began.

So he did the only logical thing and went looking for the perfect ring, and found himself wishing for the older brother that he never got the chance to know. Although it might have been for the wrong reasons, not wanting to pick one friend over the other. He and his father rarely spoke these days, so he figured one or two invitations for his side, one for Missouri and one for Bobby. Bobby had known Sam practically all of his life and often times felt more like a father to him then his actual father. Missouri was a friend that he had just met, his father took him to her when he started having vision, of death and gloom. Missouri was a kindred spirit. But the more that he thought about it, the more he thought that his only living family member should be invited to his wedding.

"Hey dad." Sam said as his dad rumbled a hello.

"Hey Sam, how's it going?" John asked in a upbeat tone.

For a minute Sam thought that his father had lost his ever loving mind, because he was fairly certain that his father would be anything but happy to hear from him.'

"I'm doing great actually, that's why I was calling you...dad, I'm going to ask Jess to marry me and I was wondering...?"

"Sure Sam, I'd love to come." His father rushed the answer, without hearing the question.

"Christo?" Sam mumbled into the other end of the phone.

"I'm not possessed, son. I...it's just been lonely without my favorite debater around, is all." John answered.

After he had spoken to his father, who had even said the dreaded L word. And after much reassurance that his father was neither possessed or dying, Sam felt better. He had stayed longer than planned at the library, making sure that the correct instructors name and the date of 11-02-05 was on the cover page.

He was hoping that the papers that he had finished up that night were passing, because his mind kept flashing back to Jessica, at first it was whether she would say yes to his proposal. But then it changed to all the nightmares that he had been having of her burning to death in front of him.

So now he stood at his own front door, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.

"Jess, where are you?" Sam asked as he went thru the rooms.

He then put his bag down on the couch and decided to join Jessica, in the bed. Because she may laid down to take a nap. But when he got to their bedroom, he realized that she wasn't there. By that time the bed seemed the place to be. He laid there for a few seconds with his eyes closed, then he felt something drip onto his face, then another and another, before he forced his eyelids to open. The feeling of pure terror over flooded him as his eyes met Jessica bleeding to death on the ceiling. The flames immediately began to lick Jess' body, and moved hungrily until she was completely engulfed.

Sam tried and tried to reach the woman that he loved, and when he looked back up to her.

"Get out, Sam." She mouthed, because whatever was doing this had stolen her voice.

Although he didn't want to and vowed to stay planted in that spot, and die with the woman he loved. His feet began to move of their own free will, sending out of the apartment and into the safety of his front yard.

I hope you enjoy this one. I wrote it a long time ago, so let me know what you think.