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Dean pulled into the parking garage and parked next to his wife's car. He gathered his brief case and made his way to the elevator that brought him to the apartment. Stopping outside the door, he could hear his children bickering in the family room and his wife's desperate attempt to stop them.
He smiled and opened the door, "I'm home!" He yelled, placing his brief case next to the closet. He hung up his winter jacket and took off his scarf.
"Daddy!" Annie and Finn cried, running from the family room to greet him in the hallway. Finn was eight years old, tall and skinny like Sam, and looked just like him. He had longer, brown curly hair and had the same inquisitive look in his eyes. Annie was five and she was as sharp as a tack. She had short brown hair and her father's eyes, but the rest was her mother.
"Daddy, Finn wouldn't…wouldn't let me finish watching my princess movie," she said with a sad look on her face. But Dean knew better; her eyes were sparkling mischievously.
"Finn, why didn't you let her finish her movie?" He asked, leading them into the kitchen.
"Dad, she has been watching it all afternoon. I finished all my home-work, and Mom said I could watch the television when I was done," Finn reasoned.
"Annie, is that true?" Dean asked, walking into the kitchen and kissing his wife on the cheek.
"Well…well…well," Annie stuttered.
"Well nothing sweetheart, if that's what Mommy said, that's what goes. Mommy told me the both of you have been acting up," Dean said, helping Isabel carry the pots and various dishes on the table.
"She/ He started it," they both shouted at the same time, pointing at each other with cross looks on their faces.
"Ok, that's enough. It's dinner time and we are going to stop fighting for the night, ok?" He asked, kneeling next to them both.
They grudgingly agreed. He kissed both of them on the forehead and they all retreated back to the table.
"I don't know how you do it," Isabel whispered in Dean's ear.
It's because I'm not with them all day. By the way, you look gorgeous," he smiled, sitting across the table from her.
Everyone went around the table and said a little about their day. When it came time for Dean to talk about his day, he contemplated telling his family about seeing his brother.
"Work was fine, have a case coming up, should be pretty cut and dry. But I actually saw my brother today."
"Oh my god, how is he?" Isabel asked, concern all over her face. She knew of their past, including the hunting.
"I…I don't know. I saw him and I yelled, but he didn't hear me," Dean said disappointedly. "It was actually right after we got off the phone."
"Maybe you will run into him again sometime soon," Isabel reasoned.
"I hope so," Dean said quietly.
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After dinner, Dean and Isabel cleaned up while the kids played Hungry, Hungry Hippos in the next room. Dean and Isabel joined them and the family sat around the family room, laughing and enjoying each other's company. But Dean couldn't help but imagine what Sam was going through, loosing his entire family.
"You're thinking of your brother, aren't you?" Isabel whispered.
"I just can't imagine how I'd feel if I'd lost all of you…I couldn't live," he said quietly, staring at his hands.
"It's scary, but we're here and we're safe. You'll find Sam and we'll help him through it," Isabel said, leaning her head on her husband's shoulder. Dean wrapped his arms around her.
"I love you, you know that right?"
"Of course, and I love you."
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But a week passed and Dean didn't see or hear from his brother. Dean had hoped that Sam had seen him, heard his pleas, but there was no phone call or sightings.
Dean drove Finn to his friend Dave's place for a sleepover party. After making sure everything was ok, he made his way back to the car. The sound of a scooter made him look up and Sam drove past him on the vehicle.
"Sam, Samuel Winchester!" Dean yelled running after his brother. The figure on the scooter slowed and turned around, stopping on a near by sidewalk.
Dean ran up to him and took in the sight of his brother. Sam has aged, and he looked even more haggard in person. He had deep bags under his eyes and an immense sadness that emanated from his soul.
"Sam, is that you?" Dean asked, looking at his brother.
Sam eyed his suspiciously, "Who are you?" He asked quietly.
The comment almost knocked Dean off his feet. "Yea, Sam it's me, your brother Dean."
Sam continued to size up Dean, "Dean…Dean…" Sam repeated, mulling the name over and over, as if you familiaraize himself with it. "You're my brother Dean," he said, still not totally convinced.
"Yea, Sammy, I'm your family. Remember Kansas, and Standford and-"
"Stop, stop, stop, stop," Sam repeated over and over, hands clasping his huge earphones. "I don't have a family, I don't I don't."
Dean was surprised by his brother's current mental health. He slowly muttered his sentences and didn't have the fire he had when he was young.
"Ok, Sam I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you. Calm down ok?" Dean pleaded, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Sam looked up at him and seemed to forget what was stressing him out before. "You want Chinese food?" He asked suddenly.
"Um, sure, we can have Chinese. Let me call my wife, ok?"
Sam nodded and began to play with his Ipod and mutter and rock to a song he played.
Dean called his house but received no answer but left a message as to not worry his wife; "Izzie it's me. I found Sam, we're going for food. I'll call you later."
He looked back at Sam who was rocking back and forth and Dean wasn't sure if he should interrupt him.
"Sam, you want to go?"
"Yea…yea…let's go," he muttered and hopped on the scooter. "Get on."
Dean, very hesitantly, jumped on the scooter and took off with his brother he had not seen in too many years for Chinese food.
