Chap 2

Note: Ok, so I'm going to explain their whole past in a few chaps. I was planning this from the beginning, but a review told me that some people don't have faith in the fact I try to keep my readers informed on what's going on ;D

Anyway, I believe its in chapter…6? I'll have to check my layout again.

But ANYWAY! Here's chapter 2!

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Dean quickly walked up the steps and into the house. Sam stood frozen. He'd been search for Dean for almost 2 years and now he randomly happens to be a Missouri's?

"Sam?" Missouri called. He quickly walked up the steps into the house. "Have a seat." She ordered. Sam sat down. Dean was standing by the steps, as if waiting for permission to go upstairs. "Dean, why don't you go up to your room?"

His room? He had his own room? How fucking long had he been here!

Missouri looked at Sam disapprovingly as if he'd said that aloud.

"And Dean?" Missouri called, turning back to Dean, who was half way up the steps. He turned to her "You can trust him, Dean. He's only here to help." Sam could see the relief flood through Dean. Apparently Dean took all that Missouri said like the word of God. Sam watched Dean rush the rest of the way up the steps.

Sam felt jealousy flood through him. Dean took everything Missouri said to the heart and he didn't even fucking recognize Sam.

"Don't you cuss in my house, boy." Missouri barked at Sam.

Sam merely glared at her and harshly asked, "How long has he been here? Were you even planning on telling me he was here? Or mom or dad?"

"Don't you raise your voice to me, boy!" she warned, "Of course I was planning on telling y'all. But I didn't want you to get all excited that Dean was here, only to find he doesn't remember you. I've been trying to help him remember-"

"Why the hell doesn't he remember?" Sam cried, feeling more anxious now then angry

She glared at him again, but could sense his emotions and let the comment go "I'm not entirely sure about that, Sam. All I know is what he told me." Sam saw Missouri's eyes go dark and her body went ridged at the thought of what Dean had told her.

"What? What did he tell you?" Sam whispered, afraid to know himself.

"Well…" she said, quickly wiping the non-existent tears away "He didn't say much. When he first came here…I felt his presence and I opened the door and he was collapsed on my porch. He was-" She took a quick pause in attempt to stop the tears; if the image disturbed Missouri it was obviously bad. "He was in pretty bad shape. Covered in—in blood and his skin and clothes were torn to pieces…" she paused again and composed her self "After I cleaned him up he didn't talk for nearly three weeks. But then he started to open up to me. The reason I didn't call you right away was because I didn't want you to see him the way he was. He was starting to physically get better when he first started talking to me…"

"How long has he been here?" Sam whispered. She made no comment about his interruption

"Almost two months." Sam let out a small gasp. Missouri nodded and went on "He told me…he told me he didn't know who I was, but he could tell I would help him. That I knew who he was…when I asked him where he'd been he would always clamp up and get tense. It took him a little over a week, after I had first asked him, to tell me. He didn't tell me much, even then. He said he'd been in a bad place, where a man with yellow eyes did things to him…" Missouri chocked up then. "He was so…broken, Sam." She sad looking away. The old woman shook her head at the thought "The vibes thriving off him…the torture he must of gone through to feel like that…" she wiped away the tears that had fallen and looked up at Sam. Sam had tears of his own flowing down his face "Oh…oh god, Dean…" He said burring his face in his hands "How could I let this happen?" he thought to himself. He felt Missouri sit down next to him and put her arm around him

"It's not your fault, Sam." She re-assured. "There was nothing you could of done that night."

"I shouldn't of let them get the best of me…I should of…" he couldn't go on as the tears continued to flow.

"I think it's best that I go call your parents now, Sam. Why don't you go up to the guest room and get some sleep?"

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Well, yes. Kinda a short chapter. Sorry.

Please review lovelies!

Oh! And BIG thanks to all my reviewers! This is all for you!

And also, I'm working on chap 8 or LFLD right now, so look out for that!

-claire