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Previously:

"Who are you?" she snapped with more aggression than intended.

The young man swallowed audibly and lowered his eyes: "My name is Lucas. But you know me under the name of Sam." He met her eyes again, determination shininginhisown. "I'm your son."

Chapter 2

Life was finally good for Dean Winchester. The apocalypse was averted, Earth was safe, if not from all evil and danger, then at least from total destruction. But most of all, he had his brother back. All of him. A beer in hand, he half sat on one the edge of Bobby's desk, watching his brother as he immersed himself in one of the thickest, most obscure looking books in Bobby's possession. Sam was completely absorbed in his task, one hand tracing the lines he was reading, with the other making notes on a legal pad in a geekish way only true Sam could. Brow furrowed, biting his bottom lip in concentration and nearly oblivious to his surroundings.

The smile that had unconsciously stolen on Dean's face vanished when he heard Bobby clatter with dishes he had suddenly remembered to wash, forgoing his initial plans of research, when he had seen Sam in his study. Things between those two were still tense. Sam tried his best but it seemed that Bobby just couldn't let go if his suspicions toward the younger hunter. It hurt Dean to know that Sam didn't have Bobby's unconditional support. Sam had little friends left as it was.

With their dangerous job, the need to replace cellphones arose regularly. Cellphones weren't built to survive being tossed against shelves and trees. And with each new cellphone Sam got, less and less contacts were transferred. More and more friends were left behind, either estranged or dead. Friends from schools in his youth, Stanford, Jess's family, his family, hunter friends… All what was left were hunting contacts, people he deemed might come in handy in time of need, Cas, Bobby and himself. Dean didn't have all that many more to be honest, but there still was the occasional one night stand turned into a distant friendship or some contacts from his life in suburban. And of course Lisa and Ben who, even if he wasn't part of their family anymore, would always have an open ear for him in time of need. Besides, if he ever was at odds with Sam, he could count on Cas to be more attentive to him than Sam. He had said that he had a stronger bond to him…. Just like Bobby, under the influence of Veritas had admitted… He shook his head, as if to chase those memories away. He wouldn't think about that. Pretend that Bobby had only meant Robo Sam, not the Sam he had known since he was a little boy. Otherwise that would mean that Sam only really had his brother in his corner, if it ever became an issue. This Sam thankfully knew nothing about that case with Veritas or even that Cas answered him instantly, when he choose to ignore Sam for months, but Dean knew that his brother was upset about all that happening. The clattering noise of a glass hitting the floor and Bobby's loud cursing ripped him from his thoughts. He looked up from the bottle in his hand he had been studying and met Sam's gaze, who had not been as immersed to not hear the commotion, it seemed. Sam gave him a lopsided smile and turned his attention back to the book, searching for the line he had been reading. Dean felt a pang of regret when he saw the devastation behind Sam's smile. No, his brother was more perspective than he let on but in true Sammy form, he never complained about how broken inside he really was. Dean didn't know what to do. He so would like to help Sam. Even evoke a chick flick moment if that would do the trick, but he feared what sleeping dogs he would wake with a heart to heart with Sam. There was so much the kid didn't know, which would hurt him even more, and that was without even considering the fragile wall something like this could bring down.

Sam huffed a deep breath and forced his concentration back to the book, his hands shaking very minutely. Dean never talked about his feelings if he could avoid it, but he still felt them and at this moment he felt all the love and protectiveness towards his baby brother he could muster. He'd make sure that someone cared about Sam enough to put him first. He might have forgotten it for a while during the whole apocalypse mess but he was back at his job. Protecting Sammy, no matter how grown up and independent his brother ever became. It was who Dean was and he would move hell and heaven to heal his baby brother again.

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For a moment, nobody said a word. The young man kept on studying her, half guilty, half sheepish, while Mary tried to process the bombshell he had just dumped on her.

"No," she finally breathed before anger replaced the shocked numbness like a fiery hot tsunami. "No!" she repeated and jumped to her feet. "You are not him. You're lying. Sammy is only a baby."

The man stayed where he was but lowered his eyes for a couple of seconds before he met her gaze again with the same soulful eyes. "Sam Winchester was six month old the day you died… almost 30 years ago. We now have the year 2012."

Mary shook her head. That couldn't be. That would mean that she had missed almost 30 years of a world that turned without her. 30 years of the life of John, had missed her boys grow up. She met the eyes of the young ma…of Sam. Her Sam. Her Baby. Her throat constricted suddenly and her eyes started to burn. She had seen so much in her life others would deem impossible so why was it such a hard thing to just accept what he had told her? She knew she had died and she knew that it had been of supernatural origin. "It's true, isn't it? You're really my son?"

He nodded sadly, one tear breaking loose and rolling over his cheek. That was all it took for Mary's, maybe not mother feelings – the adult she saw was too different from the baby she had known, but protective instincts to kick in. she crouched down in front of him and laid her hands on either side of his face, studying his features as if to imprint each detail. "Mom," he said brokenly and then he pulled her into a crushing hug, crying into her shoulder.

"Shh, sweetie. It's okay," Mary whispered, wiping at her own tears. "It's okay, Sammy. It's okay." And with that she returned his desperate hug.

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"Godammit to hell and back," John cursed, while another car sped by him, not even slowing to see they had seen the thump he held out to hitch a ride. John had never been a patient man and walking for hours until dusk was starting to creep over the landscape had eaten away at his nerves. Of course he had to have been resurrected in the most desolate wilderness within hundred miles. Damn Winchester luck. "Asshole!" he yelled at the disappearing vehicle, way out of earshot already. But it did help to release some of John's frustration at least.

Cursing under his breath, he continued his journey until the rumbling sound of a heavy engine made him look up. Daylight was almost gone by that point and the bright headlights approaching him from ahead made him shield his eyes with one hand, while he lifted his thump to show he wanted a ride. Didn't matter if it was the direction he had just come from. He just needed a phone or some kind of bar to hustle some money and hotwire a ride of his own. The pick up approached, making no appearance to even slowing down. In fact, it was going pretty fast John thought at the exact moment the driver of the truck started to lose control over his vehicle and swerved dangerously close to the side John walked on. The side where a steep wall of an overhanging cliff cut up all ways of escape.

"Fuck!" John yelled, while his hunter reflexes kicked in and made him jump and roll to the other side of the road, split seconds before the truck crashed into the cliff, exactly where he had stood . John was fast acting but not fast enough to evade the veering tail of the truck and the spinning hind heels, which caught him in his side, propelling him away at an incredible speed. He felt the pain in his side, then he lost all orientation until a flash of pain hit his head and all went black.

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Sam let his head hang and gave up on the book as soon as Dean had left to help Bobby. The older hunter had called for his brother to help him clean the mess of the shattered plate and make himself useful in the kitchen instead of sitting on his lazy ass all day and drinking all his beer. Sam watched his hands and forced the slight tremble out of them. He had gotten pretty good at it too. Or maybe his brother just wasn't as perspective to his moods as he had been before the apocalypse. Before, Dean would have caught up that his brother was upset but not anymore. Just like before, he would have offered Bobby to help as well but he knew that his help would not be wanted. Bobby could hardly stand to be in the same room as him. Of course he would not openly admit it to him and he would try to not show it either but it was like the proverbial elephant in the room, whenever they were near each other. And who could blame the man, really. Sam had tried to kill him. Maybe it would be easier to get away from the older hunter for a while but that would be too much like what possessed Bobby had asked of him, one of the most hurtful moments in his life. Besides, he knew that Dean would not let him leave and he didn't want to take his brother away from his only father figure he had left. No, Sam would just have to suck it up and stay out of Bobby's way as much as possible without being too obvious. He was good at being unobtrusive and quiet if he wanted too, after all. His rebellious days were over as it was. The world was safer if he ran his opinions through Dean first, anyhow. He didn't have a good history of making good decisions. He listened to Bobby's gruff reprimands and Deans cocky replies in the kitchen for a while and gripped his pen tighter. He would make it up to them all. Be the perfect, undemanding help they could ask for and in time, Bobby would forgive him, surely.

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Mary didn't know how long they stayed there on the ground but after a while the tears subsided and they just looked at each other.

"Maybe we should get off the floor," Mary said with a smirk and Sam nodded with a smile. "Good idea. It's getting kinda uncomfortable."

They both made it to one of the benches, while Sam still kept staring at her. She lifted an amused, questioning eyebrow. "What's wrong Sammy?"

"It's just…" he hesitated. "I didn't expect you to be so beautiful."

She laughed at that. "Well it's been a long time and you were still a baby. But I guess I should be more amazed than you. You've grown in a fine man. And tall too, nearly as tall as your Dad."

"Dad? What is he like?" Sam seemed suddenly exited but Mary frowned in confusion.

"What do you mean, what is he like? I should be asking you that."

Sam bit his lower lip and his excitement vanished at once. "There is something you should know about me," he began. "I didn't grow up with my real father. When I was a baby I was found at the steps of an orphanage in Dallas. Went from foster family to foster family, never knowing where I came from or even what my real name was. I went under the name of Lucas Cooper for my whole life until…"

"Until?" Mary questioned, suddenly more guarded.

"Until something happened I never thought were possible. " He hesitated and studied her as if to appraise if she could handle what he was about to tell her.

"I was just walking home from work when I saw this kid on the street. His foot was caught in a gutter cover and he tried to pull it out, while this huge truck sped his way. There was no way he could escape in time, so I jumped at him and pushed him flat to the ground, letting the truck pass above us.

"Needless to say I had the scare of my life. But it got only worse when the kid was no kid at all but an old, really small guy. And not one of those people who just don't grow right after they hit a certain age. His proportions were all right and he wore strange green clothing. He told me that he was a leprechaun, for God's sake and of course I didn't believe him. But he told me that I had one wish for saving his life." Lucas chuckled at that. "Crazy, right?"

Mary chose to not answer and waited him out. She never heard of leprechauns being real but with the life she had grown up with, it seemed a lot less fantastic then to your average Joe.

"Anyways," he continued. "He would grant me one wish, he said, as long as it didn't concern his gold. I thought he was completely bonkers, but decided to play along. I wished to know my real family. The little guy finally freed his foot stood up and stared at me in a way that gave me the creeps, until he suddenly touched my forehead, which was even more creepy but then he nodded and said that he would do better than that. He told me that my name was Samuel Winchester, that I was born in Lawrence, Kansas and that I was robbed from the nursery at my home at my sixth month birthday." He shook his head in confusion. "He babbled something about the perfect match having to be brought together and that I was in the way for that. He also told me that my mother, Mary Winchester had been killed that night by a demon no less and that he would have to bring her back, so I could meet her. He didn't seem too pleased by that and I was already getting ready to get the hell away from this crazy, telling me that but then he got really mad and bore into me, if I thought it was a joke. If I really wanted to meet my mother then I'd better accept that I am Sam Winchester and don't scare her off. I guess I was pretty intimidating and agreed to behave. He nodded and vanished into thin air and I was sitting here, besides your unconscious body. Things like this just don't happen, you know but when it did, I knew instinctively that he had been telling the truth."

Mary stared at him for a minute longer and Sam deflated instantly. "I know, you must think I'm crazy yourself."

"No, no, Sam. I believe you," Mary tried to reassure.

"You do?" he asked hopefully.

Mary nodded. "Yes. You know, I have learned very early on that there is a lot more to the things people consider legends and monsters."

Now it was on him to look skeptical. "But how?"

She sighed. "I never wanted you to find out but it can't be helped now, I guess. "Monsters are real. All those things people tell their children and there are some few people knowing about them and hunting them. My family were hunters and raised me to be one of them too."

"Wow." Sam breathed and his obvious amazement angered Mary in a way she couldn't contain.

"There is absolutely no 'wow' about it. It's a hard, impersonal and dangerous lifestyle and no child should grow up like this. That's why I left hunting behind when I married and was founding a family. Or so I thought…"

"Ookaay," Sam said. "But like you said, it's too late now. Maybe you'll tell me about it some more…"

She gifted him with a venomous stare. "When you're ready," he quickly said. "Later… much later, okay?"

Mary sighed again and rubbed her forehead in defeat. "We'll see."

"And what about now?"

"First off, we have to find a way to get a hold of your father and brother."

At that, Sam perked up. "Brother? I have a brother?"

Mary nodded and a bright smile lightened up her face. "Dean. He's four years older than you and when you were born he was the probably proudest older brother in the world."

"He was?" Sam asked almost giddily.

Mary laughed. "Oh yes. At least until you started to cry and took too much of my time in his opinion. I tried to explain to him that it was only temporary but thank God, John was really good with him and I tried to spend as much time with him as possible. His jealousy died pretty quick again. He always was very mature for his age," she sighed with a longing look.

"Then we better go and find him, right." Sam answered with a smile.

TBC

Authors note: You might have realized that I changed the title. I really don't know what title to take for this so I will let you all choose between 'No brother of mine' or 'Not Sam'. My wonderful Beta UThnkUrFunnyIThnkImAdorable prefers 'No brother of mine' and me 'Not Sam' but I like them both. I'll stick to the one which gets more votes.