It was raining yesterday. Yay for me! I always feel great when it rains. I always get the urge to do two things, write or listen to music. This time it was writing. Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

The high school looked different at night then it did in day. It looked so much lonelier and deserted. Not many students took classes at night. Not many teachers wanted to teach at night either. They had to be paid a large amount of money for that.

Dean and John had been there exactly for one night and a days and they still hadn't found Sam. They hadn't seen anyone that looked like Sam walk in or out. They finally decided that what they needed was to get inside. After sweet talking and convincing, Dean had been given a job in the school at night.

Dean looked up eagerly at the high school. This is where Sammy is. I just know it. I feel it. He purposely started to descend up the stairs. His dad had also tried to apply for a job too but the school hadn't wanted an old man like John. Especially one that looked so suspicious and hard around the edges.

Dean grimaced slightly at how the only job that had been open had been janitor. He looked down at his gray uniform and cringed in distaste. It doesn't matter now. As long as I'm with Sammy, nothing can put me down for long.

He swung the door open and started to head towards where his mob and bucket would be provided. Dean couldn't help but grin. He couldn't remember feeling this…Deanish. He was feeling more like himself for some reason. Oh come on. Stop kidding yourself. It's because Sam could be three doors away.

Dean grinned goofily as he stood alone in the empty hall with a mob in hand. He started humming Metallica as he worked. Man, maybe I should get myself a radio for when I do this. It would have so come in handy right about now.

The first bell rang announcing that the first class was over. Dean stood still at he watched a couple of kids move from class to class. Dean frowned when he didn't spot anyone that looked like his brother. He knew that if he just got a good look, he'd be able to tell for sure if it was his Sam.

Nothing.

Dean sighed and picked his bucket up. He walked to another section of the school. It's fine. You'll see him next time for sure. He continued to mob and this time he started zoning out. He thought back to memories with his little brother. He was so absorbed in memory lane that he was a bit disappointed when the pounding of feet and curses brought him back to the present.

Annoyed Dean turned and was about to open his mouth and snap something at the kid, when something big hit him head on. The breath was knocked out of Dean but he managed to hold his stance. The other person wasn't so lucky.

Dean looked down at the jumbled mess of arms and legs of the young man that had collided with him. The boy laid his hand on his head and hurriedly scrambled up. He started to grab at his fallen stuff all the time muttering a stream of apologizes as well as cusses at himself.

"Shit! It was my fault. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." The boy looked up and locked eyes with Dean with a worried expression.

Dean sucked in a breath as he noticed those eyes. He'd know them anywhere. Those same puppy dog eyes that Dean, who would never admit it, had missed like hell. It was his Sam.

Dean watched as Sam blinked and said slowly, "Hey man, are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

What the hell? Couldn't Sam recognize him? Dean shook his head. "No," he forced out hoarsely. "I'm fine." He stepped away from Sam but he never took his eyes away from his face.

He noticed how much different Sam looked but also how the same he was. He still had the same long hair except it was longer and it covered his eyes. His eyes hadn't changed. He was a little pale but Dean could see the rosy tint on his cheeks, probably from embarrassment. What really got to Dean was the kid was tall, taller than him. Even though things weren't looking good, with Sam not recognizing him, Dean couldn't help but think. This is wrong. A little brother shouldn't be taller than the bigger brother.

He noticed how Sam frowned and said, "Hey, I'm sorry again. If you want, I can take you to the nurse. You don't look so good."

Again Dean insisted, "No. I'm fine it's just you surprised me." And boy you have no idea how. Because Dean was pretty sure Sam had no idea who he was. He forced himself to laughed, though nervously, "Just watch where you're going next time."

Sam forced out a timid smile, "Yeah." He flung his backpack behind him and said, "I have to go now. I'm so late for class. See that's the reason why I was running. I hope we didn't hit if off on the wrong foot. You look new around here."

"I am. My name's Dean," he ventured to say. He desperately wanted his brother to remember. Maybe his name would do the trick.

Sam just smiled again, the dimpled smile that Dean had missed a lot, and said, "Nice to meet you Dean. My name's Sam. I hope I see you around." He waved his hand before he started down the hall in a brisk pace.

Dean wanted to call out. Bring him back and tell him everything. He wanted to tell him that they were brothers so badly but he didn't. He wasn't sure what they were dealing with. Besides, he would just have scared Sam away from him and probably make him think he was some crazy drug addict. No, he'd tell Dad that he'd found him but that Sam didn't know who he was. Then they'd investigate, find out what the problem was and then fix it.

"At least we found you," Dean said to himself, "and that you're alright. That's all that really matters."

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Sam sat in the corner of the class, way in the back with his hood over his head. He tried to pay attention to what the teacher was saying but he kept finding himself thinking about Dean. Finally he just gave up and stared at nothing as he daydreamed.

Sam shook his head as he recalled the man he'd rammed into. He couldn't understand why, but that man felt familiar to him. That's strange, because I've never even seen him before until today. Then another thought hit him. Maybe I know him I just can't remember. I do have amnesia and Eliza couldn't possibly know everything about me. Maybe I knew this man but just never told Eliza. It did make sense Sam admitted. He remembered the look Dean had given him. It had been a look of recognition.

I think I'll go talk to Dean again, Sam concluded.

"Mister Barilla."

Sam looked up and saw his teacher looking strait at him with a cross face. "Yeah?" Sam responded. He heard the couple of kids in the class giggle and snicker.

Mr. Trans continued calmly, "Could you please repeat what I said?"

Sam gulped, looked at the board, and took a wild guess. Amazingly, he got it right. Mr. Trans blinked and stuttered, "Y-yes. That's correct."

Sam sighed and sagged into his seat in relief. He didn't need any trouble form the teachers. Mr. Trans started to lecture again and this time Sam forced himself to listen and take notes.

Blue Pine Motel

The older Winchester sighed as he waited for his son to come back from work and tell him about any new developments.

John leafed through some old newspaper articles from the local town. His eyes were attracted towards a couple of interesting news articles. They described about how animals around the wooded area were being found drained dry of their blood or ripped to shreds. The authorities had no idea what could have possibly done it but they were thinking a bear, since some of the animals had been viciously attacked and mauled.

John pushed himself off his chair and went to get a map. He marked where all the bodies were being found. A pattern appeared in front of his eyes. The shredded bodies were found deep in the forest but the drained bodies seemed to be surrounding a clearing. John got up and moved around some papers until he found what he was looking for. He looked over who owned the woods. Finally his eyes landed on who owned the property where the drained bodies were being found.

Elizabeth was all it said.

John drew back. But this doesn't make since. Shredded bodies and then drained ones? Elizabeth? Then an idea struck him. He flipped around the papers until he came across a small picture.

Eliza. The picture looked just like Eliza. No age difference. Elizabeth was Eliza and she was a vampire. His boy could have been living with a vampire these last three years. Now everything made since. How it was possible for someone to take on a werewolf. All this time he'd thought Eliza was a hunter. It also explained why Eliza never seemed to change appearance, why Sam was going to school at night. It was easier to understand why no one had spotted them in three years. They were awake at night when most everyone else is asleep, even hunters.

John staggered back. "Son of a bitch!"

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