Authors Note: I don't own Supernatural. Kripke does.

I sat there, wondering how I was going to keep kids from being adopted. I mean…I love helping out my dad and stuff, and I would never disobey an order, but I was only nine. Well, I was getting nowhere just sitting here thinking to myself…again.

The best place to start at would probably be the orphanage, I suppose. As I walk out the door and towards the orphanage, I start to wonder what I'm even doing. I mean, I know I can't let kids be adopted, but what if I'm royally screwing it up for some poor kid who just wants to get out? Well, an orders an order, I guess. I'll just have to be creative.

As I walked inside, I was amazed. I couldn't believe the conditions of this place. I mean, I'm sure the staff has tried their hardest, but this place is hardly suitable for the rats that crawl through it. I walk back out briefly and pull out my phone. I call Dad real quick.

'Dad?'

'What Dean?'

'I'm gonna go in. I know it's more trouble, but you're going to have to come and 'adopt' me when you come back. It's my only plan.'

I hang up before he can think of a response and go in. This time, I walk up the counter up front.

'Excuse me?' I ask in my sweetest voice.

'Yes?' The woman is now looking down at me, peering over her over-sized glasses.

'I don't know where else to turn. Ma'am, my dad…my dad died a year ago. I didn't know what else to do, so I came here, but…I need help.' I say, tearing up just a bit. I knew I was lying, but it really did feel like my dad had been gone since Mom and Sammy died.

'Oh, dear. Why don't you come with me.' she said all sweetly, taking my hand and leading me towards a newer looking room. There I saw a man behind a desk, working.

'Sir, this boy just came in and said his parents are dead and he needs help.'

'Come in here, boy. Sit down. Why don't you tell me your name?'

I walked into the nicer looking office and sat down in an old, squeaky chair.

'Um…hi.' I say, nervous. 'I'm Dean.'

'Hi, Dean,' the man replies back. 'I'm Mr. Johnson. But you can call me Mark.'

'Hi, Mark.'

'So, where are you from? What happened?'

I got nervous now. I just decide to tell him some of my life. I took a deep breath and began. 'Well, I'm from Lawrence, Kansas. My mom and brother died in a fire there when I was four. From there my dad and I moved around a lot, but my Dad finally committed suicide last year,' I say. I don't know why I was telling him this, but I kinda felt better now that I did, even it some of it was a lie.

The man just sat there, mouth open. 'Did you sat Lawrence? Boy, what was your last name?'

I tried to steady my breath. 'Winchester.' It was almost weird, saying the name. I'm so used to lying to people, giving them fake names and fake identities that saying my own name was weird.

'What was your brother's name?'

'Huh?' I ask, astonished. Why would this guy ask me that? 'Sam.'

'Sam and Dean Winchester.' the man said, almost like he was trying to figure out what I meant. 'Dean, a couple of years ago, a man brought in a boy named Sam. Said he found him in some burnt up house. He knew the people that lived there and tried to find them, but no one answered the phone and when he went down to the hotel they had stayed at, it was empty. He came to us and dropped him off. He's still here. Dean…I think that man found your brother.'

I gasped at him. Sammy…Sammy was still alive? 'Can I see him?'

'Sure!' Mark got up and pushed in his chair. 'Let me tell you, though, the man that brought Sammy sure was weird. I mean, the guy had yellow eyes.'

Authors Note…again: Okay, I'm going on vacation on Sunday. I'll be gone for a week. Sorry. *hides under bed* I also won't put up another chapter till I get 3 reviews. So…click the button! Please?