AN: Please guys, let me know what you think about this one…is it worth continuing?

"Sam? Sam? Are you still there sweetie?" Sam shook his head and got his wits about him as quickly as he could.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here sorry.." Swallowing hard, Sam got down on the ground again and began patting the dead man down hoping that he had car keys on him, but he knew before he even began the pat down that there would be no keys, whoever took off with the money, most certainly wasn't going to leave car keys in a jacket pocket.

"Where are you?"

"Ummm…not sure…hold on.." Sam stood and hurried to the entrance of the alley way and looked for the nearest street sign. I'm at the corner of Cheery Street and Needmore Road." He said making sure not to tell her that he was standing in an alley way.

"Okay. I need you to meet me back home." Sam took a deep breath and heaved a sigh, he was going to have to tell her that he didn't have a car, and he didn't want to do that, didn't want her to see his cards too early in his investigation.

"I can't do that Mom. My car is gone."

"What? Where did it go?" She asked frantically. Sam felt a smile curl his lips, he'd always wanted a mother to cluck over him, and now that the mother hen was clucking, he was amused to note that it was the same sound a clucking big brother made when he was worried about a little brother. Maybe all of those years that he had pinned away for a mother, he should have just paid better attention and realized that he had a mother…granted she came in male form, and had a snarly bad ass attitude during Sam's more formative years, but he had a mother all the same. The thought made him homesick and heartsick all at the same time. He had to find Dean and help him, had to make sure that he was okay, so he could go back to his Dean, who was out hustling pool, making them some cash for the next couple of weeks, who didn't know Sam wasn't anywhere near the motel that Dean had issued explicit orders that said under no uncertain terms was Sam supposed to leave the room, much less their reality. If Dean came back to an empty motel room he was going to freak.

"Some guy came after me, took my money and my keys." Sam said finally trying to throw in a frustrated edge to his voice so it would sound like he was legitimately upset that his car had been taken.

"Are you okay?" She asked that same unwavering concern lacing her question.

"I'm fine, they just ruffed me up a little—"

"What do you mean they roughed you up?"

Crap, wrong thing to say. He thought and rubbed his forehead.

"I'm fine Mom." Was what he finally settled on saying, and he was okay, but if Dean was any indication, it wouldn't matter how many times he said he was fine, or how true the statement was, until Dean saw him with his own two eyes and was able to check him over for injuries he wasn't going to believe him.

Sam was most certainly correct in his assumption because the words weren't completely out of his mouth before she began asking, "Are you bleeding? Is anything broken? How bad is it?"

"Just shaken up a bit, that's it Mom. I'm really oaky."

"I'm on my way, I'm only five minutes out. Call the police. Stay safe until I get there."

"Okay mom." He lied. He wasn't going to call the police, just in case the man who had shot and killed his double was Dean, something that he had a hard time wrapping his mind around—but he sensed that it was a strong possibility in this reality, and the last thing he was going to do was have his brother caught by the cops, before he had a chance to help him, had a chance to fix whatever in the world was going on here, because Dean needed his help, and Sam would never leave his brother to just deal with something this big on his own. That wasn't what he did. That wasn't what THEY did. That wasn't what Dean taught him.

"I love you Sam." He'd waited his whole life to hear those words come from her lips. And his heart melted and he shut his eyes tightly and tried to savor the moment and then the realization that he had just lied to her rushed front and center. Instant regret over the lie flowed over him and he could feel the blush creeping up his cheeks. He never wanted to lie to another loved one as long as he lived, and he had. But it was at the price of saving Dean, and that always came above all else.

"I love you too." He managed with only a modicum of hoarseness in his voice.

He hung up with his "mother", shoved the phone in his pocket, tried, once again, to get his wits about him, and headed back to the body, he needed to find more clues as to what in the hell was going on. He knelt down again and began a thorough search of the man's pockets and finally, when he reached into the last pocket on the man's leather jacket he heard something crinkle, and he pulled it out and simply found an address.

12 Sleepy View Inn.

"A motel." Sam said. If there was one thing Winchesters knew it was motels and Sam knew exactly how to find this particular one, he had stayed there a couple of times before on one of their many trips in and through Kansas. It was just on the outskirts out town, in the more unsavory part of town usually populated by prostitutes and drug dealers and addicts, and the occasional hunter. He wanted to take this lead and play it out but he wouldn't be able to get there in time before his mother would be there to "save" him. He couldn't leave her waiting and worrying.

And with his mother showing up he was going to have to do something quickly to make himself look a little more like the guy lying on the floor. They had the same general build, face and even hair length, but the guy on the ground most certainly had enough money to dress better. Sam looked around quickly and made sure no one was there and sat his double up and stripped his jacket off of shoulders, and discarded his old warn green jacket and slid the leather onto his own back. "I'm sorry. But I promised you that I will help Dean. I will save him." He checked the body one final time looking for anything that the other man wore that he would need to assimilate. He pulled off a necklace with a silver cross and strung it around his own neck, and headed out of the alley way, doing his best not to look back.

Mary arrived in less time than expected and when Sam emerged from the alley way, she got out of her truck and started yelling at him the moment she stepped foot on blacktop. "What in the hell were you doing in an alleyway! That's not a safe place!" She hurried to him and began her inspection, checking everywhere to see if he was hurt or bleeding. She found fresh blood on the leather and she looked up at him, eyes wide and frightened.

"Where?"

"It's just a cut. I'm fine. I swear."

"They came at you with a knife?" she asked voice high and a touch wild.

"Yeah," he put his hands out to keep her from either tackling him or screaming, he wasn't sure which, "but he didn't try to stab me, he just cut me. That's it mom. I swear. I swear to God." Lie number two, and this one he hoped she bought and didn't try to look any closer, because there was no cut, no cut skin and no cut clothes and there was no other way he could think of to explain the blood on the jacket. She bought it and she hugged him tightly.

"Baby, don't you have the sense God gave you?"

"I'm sorry mom." He said and wrapped his arms around his mother.

"I can't find one son, I can't lose you too." Sam looked down at the top of his mother's curly blonde hair and wished that he had been given instructions on what in the hell to do when he got here, what he was supposed to fix, how he was going to fix it…something.

"What have you and Dad found?" Sam asked finally.

"Nothing. He called your dad a few minutes ago looking for money, he wouldn't tell your dad where he was, just that he needed money, a lot of money."

"Dad said no didn't he?"

"Don't' Sam."

"What?"

"Don't get angry. You know your dad." She said and put a hand to her mouth and tried to stop the tears. "Your Dad doesn't have that kind of money, your brother knew that." The tears flowed anyway. "Oh God. What if he's in real trouble Sam? What happens if he gets hurt trying to get the money, what if he robs someone, what if he shoots someone? Oh Sam. We have to find him before something really bad happens to him." Sam pulled her back into his embrace and his mind flashed back to the copse in the alley way. It was too late something bad had already happened.

"I'm going to find him mom. I'll find him."