Mr. Smith Goes Home

Chapter Two

It took Dean all of seven seconds to work through his full range of emotions to finally find his ability to speak or react. His next move resulted in him whirling to grab the grim faced physician by the throat, kick the door closed while shoving the man back against the wall with his arm against his throat.

"What the hell is this?" he demanded, his voice no longer calm, no longer cordial. Now Dean's tone had dropped into the low, harsh, nearly guttural one that only surfaced when he was truly pissed off and looking to kill. "You said it yourself that Sam's hurt! He's hurt, confused, scared and this is how you treat him?"

Doctor Webster wasn't shocked by this reaction. He'd known just by a few things his young patient had shouted then mumbled when asking for his brother that the calm façade Dean had showed would shatter the very first moment of seeing Sam.

Now he just had to hope he could keep the boy from killing him before he could explain the reason for the extreme course of action as he glanced over Dean's shoulder toward the far corner of the padded room.

"He put three interns in the ER, son," he tried to use reason but knew that was not going to work in this case and so just went with the truth. "Normally we don't use this extreme a method of restraint anymore but after your brother broke the restraints on two beds and began shouting about demons and angels this was the only alternative other than drugs…and I didn't think using those would be wise. I was hoping once you arrived that he'd calm down."

His fury still huge it took Dean several more moments before reason or rational thought came back. Then he slowly stepped back with a final glare at the medic before turning to give a much closer look at what set him off.

Dean hadn't been expecting his brother to be in great shape just by what he'd been told but he hadn't been expecting what he found.

Between them he and Sam had seen, battled, fought against, and dealt with a lot of crap both as kids growing up with a man obsessed with the supernatural then as adults.

Both of them had been through situations that had nearly destroyed them but as Dean took in his little brother trying to struggle against something he either could see or just what his memories were showing him but unable to since he'd been restrained in a way that clearly told Dean that his brother would've needed to have been unconscious for anyone to have been able to do that to him.

Sam was lying on the padded floor, trying to get as close to the back wall as possible while still fighting both his mind and the heavy canvas straightjacket that trapped him.

Gritting his teeth, one look at the contraption told Dean that it wasn't a standard restraint used for mild mental patients. This one seemed more like a modern torture suit.

A thing appeared normal until one noticed that Sam's long arms weren't wrapped around him like a standard straightjacket would have used. This one forced his brother's arms to be wrapped and trapped behind him which would have caused even more pain as he struggled to get free.

As Dean got closer he also saw the heavy chains hooked to the jacket that went down to hook to the ones that were pinning Sam's ankles together then the chain had pulled the younger man's ankles up so his legs had been pulled up behind him and locked so that he couldn't unfold.

Fighting not to snarl, Dean thought he'd gained better control of his straining emotions until he got close enough to where his brother laid with his face toward the wall to suddenly understand why Sam's voice seemed so muffled and why his screams of pain, confusion and frustration weren't words but nearly indecipherable sobs.

Both hands fisted then he hit his knees next to Sam, being careful when he reached out to touch his fighting brother. "Sam…Sammy," he called softly at first then all sense of caution fled as the more familiar lightning fast big brother reaction washed over him. "Sammy!"

Sam jerked at the touch of hands and tried to avoid it but was trapped with the way he was tied. Wanting to shout for his brother, his voice choked off from being hoarse and from the hard bit that had been put in his mouth to muffle the sounds form the room.

"Sonuvabitch," Dean swore under his breath, shooting a dark look back at Webster who had chosen to stay in the room despite the threat of violence. "He didn't need this!" he snapped, refocusing his full attention on Sam as he now tried to ease his brother away from the wall enough that he could kneel in front of him, trying to see Sam's face.

Sam's face had bruises that Dean couldn't be certain if they'd been caused before he was brought to the hospital or after. What he did see though that instantly made him heart ache were the tear tracks on Sam's face as he tried to get free of the jacket and chains that trapped him, as he fought against the things that were making him try to scream despite being unable to.

Dean knew his brother hated to be restrained in any way. Sam had been hurt too often growing up and as a hunter to allow restraints and being trapped this way, being tied with both his arms and legs held in such a way would bring back memories that Dean had never wanted his brother to think of again much less feel.

His first reaction was the urge to get Sam free and then cope with the rest but again that annoying more rational side stuck its nose in by reminding Dean that he needed to at least get Sam to look at him, to reassure himself that his little brother would at least be a little calm because in this state Sam would react violently the moment he was free…assuming he hadn't suffered more physically just by the way his arms were tied.

"How long has he been in this shit?" he demanded harshly at the doctor but his attention toward Sam was slow and reassuring as to not frighten the kid more than he clearly would be.

"From the time it was decided he needed to be moved to when I got a hold of you…probably four hours or so," Webster had fought against the use of this form of restraint but had been overruled by the Senior ER chief who deemed Sam a threat to himself and the staff. "I can get the keys but…"

"I don't need the keys, Doc," Dean shot back, jerking his battered leather jacket off to lay it beside him as he carefully caught Sam's face in both hands to try to catch his eyes when he noticed how wide his brother's pupils were and blew out a breath. "Hey, Sammy?" he dropped his tone back to the one he only seemed to use on his brother when Sam was sick or scared and hoped it was still recognized. "Sammy, look at me. It's Dean…"

Jerking again at both the touch to his face and the sudden voice, Sam's eyes tried to focus on the suddenly familiar voice but still saw himself as someone else and at first when he finally saw who was trying to talk to him he tried to pulled back, seeing both the man he'd seen in that other place then seeing something else, something that scared him.

"Hey, little brother…stop," Dean hated the fear he could see in Sam's too huge eyes right then but it was the muffled sobs that finally tore his restraint to shreds and he knew he couldn't…wouldn't wait any longer to get his brother free. "Sammy, listen to me. I'm getting you loose so try to stay still until I get some of these chains and straps free, okay?"

Not trusting the quiet soothing voice speaking to him, Sam again tried to pull back but nearly gagged as the one chain holding his ankles pulled the one hooked to the collar of the jacket and only strong hands gripping his face again kept him from choking.

"Sammy!" Dean snapped but didn't miss the way his own voice seemed to break as fear nearly consumed him when he realized the extent his brother had been restrained. "Hang on, kid," he urged, taking one quick look to be sure it wasn't hooked to the jacket in any way, he quickly disposed of the gag to at least allow Sam to breathe through his mouth and bit his lip at the first thing he heard.

"… … don' hurt…"

Needing to look away for a second until he could be sure his face didn't reveal his own emotions, Dean shook his head when he could finally meet his brother's eyes again while giving a shaky smile. "No. I'm not gonna hurt you, Sammy," he promised tightly, keeping a hand on Sam's face while he moved the other to his jacket and to the lock picking set both he and Sam always carried. "No one's going to hurt you, little brother."

Suddenly tired from fighting, Sam seemed to go limp as the man beside him kept talking in a low soothing voice that somewhere deep inside Sam recognized when his wide, bruised and bloodshot eyes suddenly caught sight of something and his waning attention locked onto it.

Debating on how to reach the locks hooking the chains that needed to come off first, Dean had started to move when Sam made a protesting sound and he looked to see that his brother's eyes seemed to be staring at something when it hit Dean what had drawn Sam's focus.

"You see the amulet, don't you, Sammy?" he asked calmly, seeing Sam's gaze move as the small gold amulet Dean wore swung as he moved to reach over Sam to try to pick the lock since he hadn't wanted to attract any more attention if Webster had gone for the keys. "Remember when you gave it to me? The Christmas you were eight and Dad didn't come back, I screwed up royally by stealing girlie gifts and you found out the truth?"

Standing back by the door, Dr. Webster watched as Dean talked to his younger brother in a tone that he didn't think the older brother capable of using from what he'd seen of his temper.

He was about to offer again to go get the keys when he seen Dean use a small pick of some sort with one hand to begin moving in the keyhole of the lock. "Um, those can't be picked," he commented then felt a small frown form when he heard a soft click and received a smart ass smirk. "Usually."

"Any lock can be picked, Doc," Dean returned but without his usual sarcasm because even as he threw the lock across the room he was still trying to keep Sam calm so he wouldn't fight him as he removed the heavy chains binding his brother's ankles. "Sam, just a little longer," he promised, slightly surprised when Sam stayed still until he saw that he was still watching the amulet.

Watching the amulet move in an almost lulling motion, Sam watched it and only got distracted by the needles that seemed to shoot through his burning leg muscles after they were freed and he felt them stretching out. "No," he instinctively pulled them up in front of him as if trying to protect himself and then tried to twist his arms only to nearly panic again when he couldn't and the restraint seemed to tighten as he fought. "…De'n…"

Relieved at hearing his name whispered in even a shortened form, Dean smiled to reassure Sam that he was safe before he took a better look at the back of the jacket and decided that he'd seen less cruel and complicated things during his time in Hell.

Carding fingers he hoped weren't shaking back through Sam's sweat soaked hair in the hopes of keeping his brother calm a little while longer and didn't miss a few sticky spots he knew without looking were blood. "Just a few more of these damn hooks, kiddo," he reassured Sam, feeling the jacket begin to loosen and felt the way his brother tensed.

"Sammy, I need you not to move until I get this all the way off and I get the circulation back in your arms," Dean knew after having his arms trapped in the damn straightjacket for so many hours that the risk of additional physical damage to Sam was high. "I know you're scared. I know you're confused but I need you to watch the amulet and trust me."

A piece of Sam wanted to, he knew the voice, knew the feel of the hands that were trying to free him but the other piece, the piece that had been screaming at him since he opened his eyes in some alley wanted to fight, to get away from being hurt.

It was the tiny gold amulet that once again seemed to calm him down as he stayed as still as possible on the padded floor, surprised when he didn't jerk at the touch of fingers in his hair.

Realizing that Sam was calm so long as he could see the amulet, Dean strained to stay as close to his brother as he could while still giving him space since given Sam's state of mind and what he figured his brother would be feeling after being restrained in such a way.

"Hang on," he swore as he needed to lean over Sam more and heard the soft cry as his amulet moved out of Sam's line of sight but blew out a breath when he felt the final strap come loose from the back then hesitated briefly on the last strap he needed to free before removing the damn thing from his brother.

"Dean?" Dr. Webster had seen the way Dean's jaw was clenching at undoing the strap that was standard on every type of jacket of this nature since the crotch strap kept patients from managing to pull the jacket up over their heads if they managed to free their arms. "Do you want me to…?"

Snapping a look that could've killed a man if such a thing were possible, Dean's green eyes which had been gentle as he dealt with his younger brother were now flashing with a fury that only an older brother could have and the doctor took that as a sign to stay far away from them.

"…wha? No! Don't…touch…" Sam's body went rigid the moment he felt the touch on his leg, the movement of the last strap and instinct made him try to kick but gasped as that made his tight leg muscles burn and hurt even more and he realized he was still helpless when he heard the same voice talking to him, trying to reassure him that it was only to get rid of the final strap.

Despite being confused, tired, in pain and fighting a riot of memories in his head that he couldn't tell which were his and which weren't, Sam knew he hated waking up tied like he was. The moment he recognized the straight jacket and felt it binding him he'd panicked.

The thing itself, the straps, the way it held his arms trapped behind him rather than in front along with how tight it had been tied had caused images of other times to flash in his already confused mind.

Times when he'd been much younger or more recent times that he seemed to know but yet they still didn't look real to him as those other damn images wanted to intercede.

"Easy, baby brother, I've almost got this goddamn thing...there!" Dean was able to loosen the jacket enough so he could carefully free Sam's arms from where they'd been bound behind his back and with a jerk the jacket came free and was hurled away with a harsh oath.

Dean's next move was to keep one hand on Sam's now shaking shoulder while he more gently tried to rub Sam's arms near the elbow where he knew the blood would've settled by the way they'd been strapped.

Feeling the younger hunter begin to shake, he wasn't sure if it was because of the pain in his arms and shoulder or if it was from being touched by someone who his mind might not be fully recognizing yet.

Recalling another time he'd felt Sam shake like this made Dean's teeth clench because while he could try to shield and protect his brother from demons or ghosts, protecting him from the real world crazies was often harder.

"…hurts," Sam hissed, clenching his teeth against the pain and against the tears that were clouding his already blurry vision as he still tried to focus on the amulet and what it should mean to him. "God…it…hurts so…De'n, make it stop."

"It'll stop in a minute, Sam," Dean hoped he was right, feeling relief when he finally felt the tension in Sam's elbows relax enough that he could move them out straight then took a chance. "Can you try to sit up a little?" he asked, hearing a sharp breath behind him but ignoring the doctor for the moment to give his full attention to his brother. "We need to get you sitting up to see if anything's been dislocated or…Sam!"

Dean had been going to move back a little to help his brother sit up. He'd been worried that after being tied like he had been for over four hours if Sam would be able to move at all and had just been reaching to offer a hand when Sam moved on his own and not in a way that Dean had been expecting right then.

As soon as he felt his arms were free, Sam was struggling to move on his own. He wanted up off this damn padded floor but had his doubts if he was strong enough for that yet and so settled on something else that just popped into his panicked brain.

Seeing the amulet he'd been watching swing free as Dean moved to place a hand on his arm to help him sit up Sam moved with a speed that surprised both Dean and Webster when Sam's one hand shot up to grab onto the amulet with a vice-like grip while his other arm reached out to try to latch into his brother with a sudden desperation that he couldn't fully understand yet.

"De'n!" he knew the name but had two very different memories vying for control of it. Sam just knew he was safe with him and even though he thought he should feel weird about grabbing onto Dean he didn't. He just knew this wouldn't be the first time.

"Hey! Sam…Sammy," Dean had at first feared Sam would try to fight or escape before he could get a handle on the situation more but as soon as he felt his brother's shaking fingers reaching for the amulet to hold he knew what Sam's next move would be and bent just enough that Sam was able to use his other arm to wrap it around Dean's shoulders like he would when he'd been a child and running from a nightmare.

"You're okay, Sammy," he promised quietly, knowing that was probably a lie since he could tell by the way Sam was shaking and how weak his grasp was that his brother was far from alright but needing to be at least show more confidence than he felt. "I'm here and I'm not going to leave you again."

Dr. Webster watched the brothers for a long moment without speaking. He'd had his doubts if Dean could even get through to the younger boy and while he suspected that Dean knew his brother was far from well he was still willing to pretend, if only to keep him calm.

"Dean?" he finally chose to speak and didn't miss the way Sam's body went rigid at his unexpected and unknown voice.

Nor did he miss the way Dean's body seemed to automatically shift more to one side so he was more in front of his clearly confused sibling.

"He's a doctor, Sam," Dean murmured after feeling his brother's fingers dig into his chest while still clutching the amulet, not shocked when that news didn't seem to relax Sam any and so resorted to his age old way of calming Sam down when nothing else worked…bribery. "Ease off, relax and let me handle him and you can hold the amulet without throttling me."

Sam's eyes were still too huge for either the Doctor or Dean's liking but after a quick mistrustful look over Dean's shoulder, he finally gave a quick one shouldered shrug which Dean took to be as close to agreement as he was going to get right then.

As he eased back, taking the amulet off to give it to his suddenly very grabby little brother to hold onto for the moment, Dean's gaze quickly took in the mottled bruises that littered Sam's bare chest and arms while wondering what he'd see on if back.

"Put this on until I get you something else," he urged, wrapping his jacket around his brother and not the least surprised this time when Sam's fingers curled into the leather since both the amulet and the jacket had always been items of security for his brother at times of injury or illness.

Eyes sharp and watchful as Dean waited until Sam had struggled into the jacket fully then backed up until he hit the corner as if wanting something at his back. "I'm not leaving or going more than three steps from you, Sammy," he promised, getting a mumbled reply and feeling something like dread beginning to creep into his stomach. "So…what's up now, Doc?" he asked, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans to keep them from either fidgeting or fisting.

"You know he's not…well," Webster hedged, not needing to set Dean off since he had a feeling his calm appearance was all that was keeping Sam calm right then.

"I've known him all his life. I know more about that kid than he knows about himself at times," Dean rolled his eyes in a manner that was too much like Sam's own similar gestures. "I know he's not all the way in his own head yet. I also know he's got bruises and wounds that had better have come before he was brought in here cause the second I even suspect someone here put their hands on my brother…someone dies," he warned in a low, dark tone that left the meaning clear.

The doctor had no doubt that the young men would do just as he threatened which was another reason he was about to take this next step. "I can probably find some better clothes for him and…help you sneak him out since there's no way the higher ups will even let you sign him out AMA without a full mental evaluation," he stated, sighing. "Dean, that boy needs more help than I think you can give him but I also know what he needs, he won't get here so take him and my God help you both."

"Huh, I could do with a little less help in that area since it's that direction that got Sammy hurt like this," Dean returned, looking back to see that Sam's eyes had drifted closed but he'd drawn his legs up to hug them while clinging to the amulet like a lifeline. "How long do I have or what do I need to do?" he asked, debating on trusting the man when he realized he had little choice at the moment.

"Give me about ten minutes to at least fake an order to move him then I'll work on explaining it further when or if anyone asks," Webster decided, looking at the door then at Dean. "I had him put in this room since for some reason I thought being close to the emergency exit would be a good idea. Now I guess I know why. Where are you parked?"

Recalling his parking spot, Dean's smirk felt more relaxed. "First spot next to an alley where some trash dumpsters are sitting…and I figure the side door comes out," he replied, wondering if he was actually catching a break in something today as he added. "I'll handle the clothes, just help me get him into the stairwell and we'll be fine."

"He's…" Webster wondered how to phrase this delicately. "Sam's a little taller and seems to be built slightly more than you, son," he coughed, seeing the way Dean's eyes narrowed at the height reminder. "He's weak and may be off balance so can you…"

Dean could remember the days when he'd just been able to scoop his little brother up and toss him in the Impala or easily lift him if he'd been hurt.

Since the four months he'd been in Hell, his little brother had put on more muscle that, in addition to the height difference, made it difficult to move him easily, especially if he was off balance.

"He's not heavy, Doc. He's still my little brother," he shrugged as if he'd lugged his Sasquatch-size brother down five flights of stairs in a hospital in the hopes of sneaking him out every day. "Just buy me the time."

"I'll be back with what he came in with," Webster nodded, easing out of the door with a look behind him and this time caught just a quick appearance of the true concern Dean Winchester was feeling.

Hearing the door click, Dean's stoic expression slipped for just a second as he considered the odds of them getting out of this place without being caught and then of him actually dealing with Sam in whatever shape he was in.

Rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes, he slowly took a deep breath before letting it out then approached his brother to crouch down and look at him.

Since coming back and all the issues with the Angels began happening, then the stress between him and Sam it had been a long time since Dean could honestly say he'd seen his brother look this young or nearly helpless since when Sam was sick or hurt to a certain point his shields drop and he doesn't try to be as tough as he always thought he needed to show.

"No…won't…go…De'n…umm, not to weird," Sam's voice was a soft mumble as he seemed to be talking to himself while his fingers twisted around the amulet while his other hand was trying to reach for something on the soft floor. "This…isn't real. I…know…who I am."

"I hope to hell you do, Sammy," Dean whispered, reaching out to touch Sam when he was quick to grab the previously grasping wrist before it could connect with his throat. "Hey! Sammy, it's me. It's Dean," he wondered what that meant to his brother right then and really didn't think he was prepared to know.

The sharp warning voice along with the firm but not rough hand that gripped his wrist caused Sam's eyes to snap back open to blink owlishly a couple times before it seemed he really saw Dean and nodded. "Umm, sorry," he mumbled, ducking his head as if not wanting to meet the other set of eyes. "We…need to get outta here…'fore…they come…back."

"Before who comes back, Sam?" Dean asked cautiously, not sure if this was something real or made up from whatever Zachariah's little trip did to Sam. "Sammy, before who comes back? Tell me so I know what to look for."

Blinking at Dean much like he would when too tired or at the start of a real bitch face if his brother didn't pick up on what he was saying quickly, Sam finally dropped his head or tried to if a gentle hand hadn't lifted it back up so his eyes would meet Dean's then he gave a small shrug.

"…don' matter. They won't hurt you…they need you," Sam muttered, blinking more as his memories began to jumble again and he struggled not to curl up as a sudden pain burned in his arm. "It's me they…hurt. That's okay…"

"No, that is so not okay, kid," Dean returned lowly, not liking his brother's words or how he kept dropping letters and when he actually watched the Sam's eyes go from wide in shock to no color at all as if his mind was fighting him that sick feeling that he'd been having got worse. "No one's gonna hurt you again, Sam," he promised again then stood quickly as the door opened.

Sean Webster hurried in with a plastic bag and some paperwork. "This is all he had on him and this will clear it if you get stopped or anything," he handed Dean both then looked at Sam. "Can you do this?"

"I have a friend coming to help me," at least Dean hoped Bobby was on his way since he had a hunch he'd need him before this was over. "Will you be alright? I mean, this will have to cause you trouble."

"I took an oath to help people, son. If I didn't do this then I'd be breaking that oath," Webster shrugged, laying a hand on Dean's shoulder. "I'll get the nurse into another room. I can give you about five or six minutes to get into the stairs then you're on your own."

Weighing Sam's condition and the distance to the emergency exit he'd seen, Dean figured he could handle that. "We've been on our own for a long time, Doc," he assured the man, shaking the ended hand before leaning down to grip Sam's arm. "On your feet, Sammy. We've gotta go."

Feeling the brief urge to resist, Sam didn't and let Dean haul him up then gritted his teeth against the pain as his tight and torn muscles wanted to rebel against standing much less moving. "Can't…hurts," he gasped, starting to fall only to feel Dean's shift instantly to catch and support him. "Not…the office."

"No, we're in a hospital that wants to lock you up if I don't get you loose," Dean decided to try to support Sam by placing one of Sam's arms around his neck and shoulders in the hopes that his brother could walk that way but after only three steps he felt him start to drop and knew he needed Plan B. "Well, this won't be fun."

Shoving the paperwork into the bag, he slid the handles onto his arm so it would stay secure as he gave another long look to his taller younger brother before blowing out a breath. "You are so going to owe me for this, Sam," Dean decided.

Bending slightly to shift his slightly heavier than he remembered brother onto his shoulder in a classic fireman's carry, struggled briefly with the door then after a quick look at the empty hall made a staggered but quick move into the stairwell that would take them out of the hospital…he hoped.

Sam had gone rigid at this move but something told him not to fight and he closed his eyes when he felt himself get dizzy at his current position. "You…okay?" he asked when Dean stopped to lean against a wall after three flights of stairs.

"Peachy," Dean muttered, fighting to breathe and also fighting his aching back but the thought of leaving his brother in this place gave him that extra boost of strength when he thought his own legs were going to give out. "When you're better, you're going back on that all green diet or something, kid."

Reaching the bottom, Dean once again struggled to open the last door and let out a sigh of honest relief when he saw that it did lead into the alley and he could see the shiny black of the Impala waiting just a few feet away. "Just a little farther," he said it to himself as well as Sam who had grown quiet and a part of Dean hoped his brother had fallen to sleep.

Hearing Sam mumble something made Dean frown as he managed to reach the Impala without being noticed. He nearly groaned out loud as his back wanted to weep after he eased Sam to his feet, leaning him against the Impala for support while he quickly dug for the keys to unlock the door.

"That better not be my car you're muttering about, Sammy," Dean growled, too tired to pay attention right then to Sam's question about the Prius. "Get your butt inside and stay put."

Sam looked around the inside of the car, noticing little things that both relaxed him and bothered him. Looking at the box of battered old cassette tapes made his head hurt as if something didn't want him to think too hard and he felt his fingers tighten on the amulet.

"We need to put some space between us and this place, Sammy," Dean decided after he'd climbed behind the wheel to start the Impala and fought not to break any speed limits away from the hospital while thinking what he should do. "Maybe find a motel a few towns over until Bobby gets here or…what?" he asked upon noticing Sam's eyes were watching him. "You in pain?"

"What? No…yes, but…where're we going?" he asked, suddenly confused and it showed in the way his voice softened and shook. "We…can't go to another town."

Feeling his fingers tighten on the wheel, Dean decided not to grit his teeth and was shocked that his voice actually sounded calm to when. "Okay, why can't we?" he demanded, motioning with one hand. "I just sort of kidnapped you out of a hospital, Sam."

"But…we…have work," Sam tried to understand even though his head was hurting so bad now he wanted to scream. "Y'know, your job…mine…even if it's just a…hey, what?"

His hand shot out to grip the one Sam was using to hold the amulet and Dean swore he could hear his own heart beating in his head. "Sam," he began slowly, much more slowly than he felt like right then. "Do…do you know who we are?" he asked almost hesitantly.

"Uh, yeah," Sam seemed to find that question odd and he found it odd that now that he was away from the hospital his jumble of memories seemed to be shooting at him from every direction but he was positive of at least one thing: he knew his name. "I'm Sam."

Dean released a breath of relief that maybe he was jumping to the wrong conclusions…until his brother spoke again.

"Sam Wesson."

His stomach dropped and he actually felt like screaming in rage and loss but Dean stayed focused on the road and just briefly let his head fall back to the seat with one word echoing in his mind until it finally burst free. "Sonuvabitch!"

TBC

A/N: Hmmm, this doesn't look good for the boys. Stay tuned for Chapter Three.