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Title: Brother, Where Art Thou?

Chapter Title: Chapter One

Setting: (Author's Universe) Sam's 23 and Dean's 27

Summary: What if, along with killing Mary that night, the demon also kidnapped Sam? Dean missed his brother greatly throughout his life, but learned to move on, hunting and killing things with his father. But now they've heard about a young Stanford student dying the same way Mary had, and this mystery leads him to the one person who's been missing from his life…

Warnings: probably a few typos here and there...

"Sam, you're insane, you know that?"

Sam frowned as he sat across from his friend Jason at a restaurant. Sam had just told Jason that he had had some kind of dream weeks ago of Jess dying. Of course, Jason didn't seem to believe the boy. But, whatever. Sam didn't expect him to.

"Look, let's just go, alright?" Sam stood up from the booth, looking down at his suit and tie. It was Jessica's funeral today. He couldn't stand the thought of saying goodbye to her… he had loved her so much.

"Alright," Jason said softly, nodding. He stood up after his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. Sam knew that Jason knew how much he was hurting… or at least that he was in general.

"I'm fine. Let's just go." Sam pulled away from his friend's sympathetic hold and started towards the doors. Time for the worst moment in his life. Well, alright, second worst.

"Dad, I don't know. It seems kind of… cold hearted, I guess," Dean said, his phone to his ear. He was standing next to his Impala near an old cemetery, watching as a funeral took place for a young college girl.

"Dean, he was the one closest to her. You have to get information."

Dean sighed and nodded. "Yes, sir." He closed the phone then, crossing his arms as he leaned against his car. The funeral had just ended, it seemed, and now people were walking towards their cars. Dean reached inside his window and grabbed the newspaper. This death had been one for the papers, it seemed. "Samuel Charles... Fiancée to the victim." Dean sighed and shook his head. "I hate working with guys named Sam." He looked at the picture, then looked back up at the crowd, where Sam was walking by himself, staring down at the ground.

Sam could feel someone's eyes on him, but didn't think anything of it. Usually people were, these days. Always checking up on him to make sure he was okay and all that nice crap. Oh well. He was used to it now. And it was expected. He had just lost the love of his life. But what he didn't expect was for random guys to walk up to him and start asking him questions.

"Excuse me, are you Samuel Charles?"

Sam turned around, coming face to face with Dean. He looked the man over for a second, and a feeling of familiarity struck him. But, yet… he didn't know why. He just nodded. "Yeah. That's me. And it's Sam."

Dean nodded. "Well, Sam, I'm Jack. Can I ask you a few questions?" He could already tell that this guy wasn't going to give up information without a fight. He looked hurt easily, like a wounded puppy. And, for some strange reason, Dean just wanted to comfort him… he usually wasn't like that. Weird.

Sam rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms. "I think I've answered enough questions, thanks. Police reports, newspaper articles… I just lost my fiancée a couple days ago. Can you leave me alone?" Sam turned from him and started towards his car.

But Dean wasn't giving up without a fight. He followed Sam to the car, quickly keeping pace behind him. "Look, Sam, I'm sure this must be a difficult time for you. I understand about losing a loved one. Really, I do. I lost two in the same night when I was a kid. I just --" Wait. Why was he telling a complete stranger about this? Why did he feel so… so safe with this guy? He didn't know him. "Two questions. That's all I'm asking."

Sam rolled his eyes and turned to face Dean, crossing his arms again. "Fine. Two questions." And then I'll grab a gun and blow your brains out if you keep pestering me. Yup, that worked.

"How exactly happened the night your fiancée died?" Dean asked, grabbing a pen and opening a notepad.

Sam sighed, shaking his head. "I had gone out with some friends, to just hang out for the weekend, you know? Jess was at home. Well…"

As I walked into the house it was dark, and an unsettling feeling came over me. I didn't understand it. For some reason I just felt that something was wrong. So I called out for Jess a few times. No answer. I started to panic a bit, and walked towards our room.

I was relieved when I heard the shower running. Maybe nothing was wrong. I was probably just panicking like I usually do, ever since the night when I was thirteen…

Well, I laid down on my bed, and closed my eyes. I couldn't wait to hang out with Jess. I had missed her so much while I was gone. But I guess that's normal, with people like us. People who had been engaged for only a couple weeks. I just wanted to take her into my arms and hold her until our wedding date.

But then I felt something wet drop on my forehead. For a moment I thought it was Jess, coming out to surprise me, water dripping from her hair. But the shower was still on, so that couldn't be it. And then I opened my eyes slightly. What I saw next will forever be embedded in my mind.

Jess was pinned to the ceiling, blood dripping from her stomach. It looked as if she had been gutted, I don't know. I didn't have much time to react… She erupted in flames a few seconds later. I don't know what the hell got me out of the house, to be honest. I just… I felt like there was someone out there, spiritually protecting me, and they gave me the strength and courage to move…

Dean closed his notebook slowly, staring at Sam with intense eyes. He knew what he meant. Even if he couldn't be with his brother, even if he didn't even know if he was still alive, Dean always made sure to send himself out to Sam. Out to his little brother. To protect him, in a way. Sometimes he just got bad feelings in the pit of his stomach, and he knew that Sam was still alive. Because something bad was happening to him. He had gotten that feeling the night Jessica was murdered, and had sent himself out to Sam more than ever because the feeling was so intense. He just hoped the two murders--Jess and Mary's--weren't linked. He hoped Sam wasn't involved.

"What happened when you were thirteen?" Dean asked softly. He felt some connection to this man, but he couldn't explain it. Maybe because Sam's fiancée and Dean's mother died the same way… probably not. But, hell, at least it explained it partly.

Sam shook his head. "I can't answer that."

"Why not?" Dean asked, looking a bit surprised. What, so he was all about telling that story about the night his fiancée died but he wouldn't speak up about something that had happened, what, ten years ago?

"It's… It's personal," Sam said, shrugging. He thought for a moment. Wait. He could tell him, couldn't he? "Jack" didn't seem to think he was insane when he told him how Jess died. Maybe he could tell him about demons, too. About that demon that kidnapped him when he was a baby… about the demon he escaped from when he was thirteen…

"Fine," Dean said, shrugging. He looked down at his notebook and scribbled a few things down, then looked back up at Sam. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Charles. I'll be sure to keep in touch."

"Oh, goody," Sam said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Now, if you don't mind, I have a wake to get to."

"Of course," Dean said, nodding. He backed up a bit, and watched as the man got into his car and drove off. Dean watched the car till the end of the road, where it turned. There was something so familiar about him… what the hell was it?

Haley: First chapter of my new story! I know what ya'll are thinking, and --

Dean: "Why the hell are you starting a new story when you're not even updating the others?"

Haley: Yeah, that. I --

Sam: That's actually a good question. Why are you, Haley?

Haley: Cause this scenario just hit me yesterday. And I'm kind of in a funk with my other stories. I don't know. Writer's block, I guess. But I'll update them eventually. Promise! I just had to write this one. It was nagging at me. Nawd.

Dean: Four stories at once, though?

Sam: Haley, the last time you took on more than two at once you ended up not completing any of them.

Haley: Oh, quit your bellyaching. Sami would never let me do that.

Dean: Who's Sami?

Haley: My RP Buddy. With the whole Ryan/Scott thing? Yeah, she's cool. She plays my Scottie! Anyway, she enjoys my stories, so she'd never let me not finish one.

Sam: Fair enough.

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