Allright so lets get this straight, Sam had never thought his brother was dumb. Sure he picked on
him and made sarcastic remarks about things that Dean said or did but that's what siblings especially
younger siblings did. Sam knew he came across as condescending sometimes but damn it was so
easy when Dean was being obnoxious which lets face it was seriously a lot of the time but there again
that was the sibling syndrome especially if you were the oldest it was a given you had to be obnoxious
to the rest that were beneath you it was a God given right and they took it damn serious too apparently.
If the Winchesters had actually grown up "normal" then all would have been fine but we are Winchesters
and that tells you right there that nothing in our lives are ever simple.
Sam can be accused of a lot of things and thinking options through to the ninth degree (OCD much) is
one of them. So standing on a deserted side road with a hidden compartment he was never meant to find
obviously and several good sized packets gave Sam alot to think about. Of course Sam being who he is
jumped straight to the worst case scenario and obsessed without even looking in the packets. His brother
was dying. Dean had cancer or some other life ending ailment and he was protecting Sam like he always
did trying to keep Sam from breaking or promising a suicide pact. The more Sam stood and contemplated
this and very nearly passed out from hyperventilating he reasoned that one faith healer and one demon possessed
reaper would have pretty much flushed that possibility out of Dean's system. After thirty minutes of eyes closed,
forehead pulled together in concentration working through the possible scenarios and gripping the packets so
tight that his fingers had bypassed cramps and were now in the numb phase Sam decided the only way to know
for sure was to just suck it up and read them.
His first reaction was "WHAT THE FUCK", his second was (well he really didn't have a second) his damn phone
rang and scared the shit out of him. When he checked the display he saw it was Dean and he had been gone the
two hours he had been allocated. Damn, Dean must have set his phone alarm or his internal Sammy's missing
alert was screaming, not that Sam could really blame him not with his track record. Sam wisely answered quickly
and reassured his brother that he was fine and that it was only a flat but he had forgot the food and was headed there
now to pick it up. Which wasn't really true since the food was sitting in the front seat but after and hour it wasn't
something he wanted to contemplate much less eat.
Sam made a quick detour by the library on the way to pick up the food. He copied all the documents in the packets
and returned the originals to the compartment fixing it so that it was back to its hidden condition. He shagged ass
back to the motel before Dean came looking for him as promised. He made it back in record time not only did he
want a chance to read what he had found but he was anxious to check on his brother. He had been gone too long
between the blown tire and his melt down he had left Dean alone much longer than he had intended.
Dean was coming back from the bathroom when Sam opened the door and walked in. Sam could tell by the glassy
eyes and the sweat beading on his brothers forehead as well as the pale complexion that made the freckles Sam
loved to worship stand out so vividly on his face that he was running a fever. He quickly put everything down and
helped Dean back to the bed getting him settled before he handed Dean the container of soup he had bought him.
For which he got an aristocratic sniff and an unholy glare that could have sent hellhounds racing for cover.
"Just eat it Dean you won't be able to keep anything else down with that fever.: Sam replied to his brother's glare
"Doesn't mean I have to like it Sammy. What took you so long besides abusing my baby?" Dean asked as he
sipped his soup.
"I stopped to get you some antibiotics at the pharmacy. Those colored sheets of scripts you stole at the last
hospital are finally coming in handy." Sam said in way of explanation.
"Yea well I gotta be good for something." Dean said sleepily
Sam frowned at the wording but realized that Dean was half asleep. He set the soup on the table noticing that Dean
had actually eaten a fair amount. Sam got his brother to take another pain pill as well as the antibiotic he picked up.
He settled Dean on the bed and then quickly removed the bandages on his shoulder checking to make sure the
bleeding had stopped and applied more ointment before redressing the wound. He started to get up and go to the
small table where the laptop was sitting when Dean reached out and grabbed his hand mumbling for him to stay.
Sam kicked off his shoes and crawled in behind his brother wrapping his arm around Dean's waist and breathing
in his lovers scent relaxing into the peace of his brothers deep even breathing.
Sam woke a couple hours later and carefully slide out of the bed making sure not to wake Dean. He sat down at the
desk and pulled out the stack of copies he had made from one of the bags and started reading. Which he did for the
next five hours he discovered when he finally glanced up to realize the sun had set, he really needed some light and
Dean was still sleeping.
Now Sam's chosen area of law studies was personal law. It was geared more towards defending people that couldn't
pay the million dollars to buy there way out of shit, he wanted to help people that really needed him something that
he had pretty much been doing all his life just in a different context. He had however had to take some of the same
prerequisites that his friends that were studying corporate law had taken. So not only from conversations with those
friends and the fact that Sam was no slouch himself he knew he was reading legal contracts for patents. Several
to be exact and all in an alias that Sam didn't know. There were also documents for a complete life history including
birth certificate, social security card, a complete background as well as bank account information that Sam was pretty
damn sure was not in this country.
Sam had thought not only did he know all his brother's different aliases but that he knew all his brother's secrets as well.
He was apparently not correct in that assumption. He wasn't sure wether to be hurt by this new revelation or not. Sam
was still traveling through the realm of shock. Not only was there the whole patent thing but the correspondence back
and forth in legal jargon nontheless was all done in his brother's neat, concise handwriting.
Sam was holding in his hands Michael Jonathan Coulomb. Sam knew the first two choices were Dean's and his middle
names but the last name stumped him until he googled him. Apparently Dean had decided on the last name of a famous
physicist who from the patents that Sam was looking at was a pretty good choice seeing as how Coulomb was known
(if you ran in those circles) for his works in applied mechanics as well as electricity and magnetism. This life that he held
was for someone he wasn't sure he had ever met but that he slept with every night and loved more than his own life.
