AN: Please forgive the randomness that the plot has seemingly taken on

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After a few minutes of running at full force, Sam looked back in the direction of the motel. He pulled out his cell phone and hit the first speed dial. The ground was cold and damp, but Sam didn't care as he sat down anyway.

"Hey, this is Dean, leave me a message," was the response on the phone after eight rings.

"Dean, it's Sam," Sam took a breath of frigid air, "I ran away from the motel. Dad hit me and something happened. I'm not going back home. Please call me back."

Hanging up, Sam drew his legs up to his chest. He stared down the street. He had to have gone a quarter to a half mile away from the motel. That was safe enough, he supposed. It wasn't like John was going to go after him. John Winchester wasn't that kind of man and he didn't have a car anyway. There was not even a slim possibility that John would go on foot. Not on this cold sun was almost completely down and the prospect of darkness made Sam tense. He knew what lurked in the dark. Howling of dogs and the rustle of leaves was all he could hear though. Nothing out of the rested his head on his drawn up knees. What had happened on the motel room anyway? First, it was the nightmares. Now it was telekinesis? Sam replayed his father flying across the room over and over in his head. It didn't make any sense. Why was it happening now? Why now when he had been having the nightmares for a long time? What was causing these weird things to happen to him?

The sound of his phone ringing cut through the fallen silence like a knife. Sam scrambled to open it. The called ID read that it was Dean.

"Dean," Sam said gratefully into the phone. He breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Whats wrong, Sammy? What happened?" demanded Dean's concerned voice.

"I...I don't know, Dean, I...." Sam tried to keep his shaking voice under control, "Dad said some bad things about you a-and he h-hit me and...Dean, I don't know what happened...he was going to hit me again, but I did something...and he flew across the room and hit the wall!" Sam's voice grew in pitch and panic, "I ran away, I'm so scared, he's going to k-kill me when I go home."

That was an understatement of a lifetime.

"Where are you?" asked Dean worriedly.

"Um, under the street sign 'Elm' and 'Grace'," Sam said looking up at the street sign.

He took it that Dean knew where that was since he did not ask for further directions. Sam held the phone to his ear and listened to the quietness. He could hear the hum of the Impala's engine.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"What? No! Why would I be mad?"

"Cuz I ran away from Dad."

There was a pause and a curse with the accompaniment of the screeching of tires.

"Dean??"

"Still here," Sam heard him suck in a breath, "damn rednecks!" Dean snarled. Sam smiled a little. Same ol' Dean Winchester. Muscle car, leather jacket, bad mouth, unique sense of humor...Sam loved it all. The only scary thing about Dean was how much he was like their father. Sam knew though that Dean had a different heart though. He would never do anything to hurt , the Impala barreled around the corner and came to a jumpy stop. Dean rushed toward him and Sam shakily stood.

"Sammy, are you okay?" Dean stopped in front of him, "You're bleeding."

Sam reached up and felt the drying blood from his nose. Tears sprang to his eyes and Sam felt them roll down his cheeks."Dean," he said weakly, "I'm sorry, I couldn't take it anymore..." his apology was cut short by a sob. Dean's face reflected anguish and he reached for Sam. The sobbing teenager didn't know what to make of that, but he allowed Dean to continue. Dean wrapped his arms around his baby brother and held him. Sam pressed his face into Dean's shoulder and gripped the front of his brother's shirt. His sobs came as heavy blows to Dean's heart. He knew he shouldn't have left Sammy alone with his father. Guilt clutched Dean as tightly as Sam's hands on his shirt.

"Sammy," Dean tried to swallow, "Its going to be okay, Sammy. I'm gonna take care of you."He heard a muffled *sniff* and then, "You won't leave me?"

That was the most painful.

Dean was not going to become his father. He wasn't going to leave his Sammy. Not again.

"Never, Sammy," Dean choked on the words.

"Promise?"Sammy released his hold, wiped his eyes, and studied Dean's face.

"I promise."

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Sam saw the sincerity in his big brother's eyes and realized this was the most serious he had ever seen him as. Definitely a milestone. Something was wrong about the picture though. Dean was crying. That never happened, not even when he was straightened up and wiped the tears away casually. He saw Sammy staring at him almost in disbelief. Embarassed, Dean smiled awkwardly at his little brother. Sammy smiled back, then shivered. Going back to Protective Mode, Dean grabbed Sammy's shoulder.

"You must be freezing," he observed, "how 'bout we go somewhere?"

"Where?"

"Uh...let's go get something to eat," suggested Dean, "I didn't eat most of my dinner and you can have dessert. Whaddya say?"

"Sure!" Sammy perked siblings climbed into the Impala and Dean cranked up the heater that had been running. Then he shrugged off his coat. He handed Sammy his coat.

"Here, you're freezing," Dean told him.

Sam hesitated before sliding into the larger coat. Dean slid in a tape that was resting inside the glove compartment. Sam grinned when he recognized the song. It was "Hotel California" by the soothing guitars and vocals got the best of Sammy. Exhausted after a full day of school, not much sleep due to a nightmare, what had gone down at the motel, and crying Sam's eyes closed and he began to drift smiled as he watched Sammy fall asleep. He drove to a fast-food joint and ordered a burger and fries. Eating as he drove, he contemplated where he was going to go. He didn't want to go home and neither did Sam. Then again, they couldn't just sleep in the car for the rest of their lives. Sam had school the next day, but Dean wouldn't have the heart to make him go if he didn't want to. Finally finishing his food, Dean turned the Impala around and headed for the motel.

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Dean quietly opened the door to their motel room. John was passed out in a chair, snoring loudly. Dean crept past him and pulled out a suitcase from under each of the beds. He opened the chest of drawers and pulled everything out and began to shove it into their respective went to the kitchenette and grabbed the salt and went to the knife drawer, taking all of the knives he could find. He looked behind him to make sure his father was really out before going to the safe. A moment later he had a thousand dollars in hand and was heading out the door. Dean stowed everything in the backseat and checked on Sammy. He was fast asleep in the passenger seat breathing , Dean slipped into the Impala and started the engine. It emitted a small roar that made Sam roll to his side. Pulling out of the motel parking lot, Dean hummed to himself. His mind was buzzing. There wasn't anywhere to go since Sammy was bound and determined to stay in school. Dean supposed that they would just take some time up his mind, Dean went in search of another motel.

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"Hello?" called Sam for what seemed to be the billionth time. He was standing in a dark room alone. All he could hear was a shower going until he heard a car door slam outside. One door opened and Sam saw a young man enter.

"Jess?" called the the man heard the shower too because he set down his things on the floor and laid on the bed. Sam explored the house until he heard a muffled thud. He went back into the bedroom. As soon as he entered he saw what was on the ceiling. Stumbling backwards he fell. He heard another car door slam and saw blood dripping from the young woman pinned to the ceiling onto the man's man woke up in a start.

"NO!"

Sam felt someone shaking him and he saw Dean leaning over him.

"Hey," said Dean worriedly, "You okay, buddy?"

Sam sucked in a breath and nodded. It was just another nightmare. Just another one of his nightmares.

"Nightmare," he gasped, as if Dean didn't already know.

"Just your imagination," Dean told him, "But. . .do you want to tell me about it?"

"Nah," Sam shook his head, "Like you said, it's only my imagination."

Though in the back of his mind, that dream felt very real. It was almost as if Sam knew the sleeping man and the woman on the ceiling. Or rather, he will know them.

'That's silly,' Sam told himself, 'Go to sleep.'

So he did without dreaming about the young couple again. He knew Dean was there and was going to protect him no matter what. That's what mattered.

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