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Sam woke early, and slipped out of bed as quietly as he could. He silently thanked Dean for teaching him how to walk quietly and sneak around, although he knew his brother would kick himself if he knew that Sam was using his training against him. Sam quietly dressed and headed out the door, closing it quietly behind him.

The sun had just cleared the horizon as Sam wandered down the almost empty street. The only people around were early morning joggers. Some of them waved as they passed the teenager, and he absently waved in response.

He walked as the sun rose higher. Cars began to drive past him, their occupants on the way to work. He didn't really care what time it was anyway. Eventually, he came to the park where he and Dean had been the previous day. He wandered through, watching the kids on their way to school. They stopped to mess around on the play equipment, laughing and joking as they pushed and chased each other.

Coming to a park bench, Sam sat down, bored. He didn't want to go back home, because then he'd have to face his family. They'd be seriously pissed that he'd left without telling anyone. His mother would be angry that he'd gone out alone, and after last night, no one would want him going anywhere. He sighed, watching the kids run around. They all started to blur as Sam found himself thinking about Jason again.

The son of a bitch was dead. He was sure of that. Not only had Dean, John and Mary told him, but he'd heard the shot, he'd seen the blood on the ground sparkling under the streetlights that night. He'd seen Jason's body being carried away in a body bag. The man was one hundred percent dead.

The nightmares had ended a little over four months ago, when he'd finally found the courage to stand up to his fears. Since then, he hadn't had a dream about Jason at all.

So why now? Sam asked himself silently, closing his eyes.

"Shouldn't you be in school?"

The rough voice startled Sam, and he opened his eyes, muscles tensing. The man standing above him folded his arms and raised an eyebrow questioningly. He had the whole trucker look going, with the cap and beard looking rather cliché. Sam barely relaxed as the man sat down next to him, looking out at the kids in the playground who were now starting to leave for school. They sat in silence for a moment, Sam wondering who this guy was and why he was talking to him. He reminded him of one of Jason's friends, with the rough voice and strong-looking body build.

"So, school?" the man finally said.

"I..." Sam wasn't sure whether to reply. Since he was little he'd always been told not to talk to strangers, especially weird old men. In the end, he decided to go for it. Who cared?

"I don't go. Not yet."

"Oh?" The stranger raised an eyebrow, glancing at him for a second before turning back to the rapidly-emptying playground.

"Yeah. I had to leave for a while. But I'm going back soon," Sam wondered if his parents would let him go after what had happened last night and what he was doing now.

The man nodded slightly in response, and the conversation lapsed into silence. Sam fidgeted, hating the silence that let his thoughts wander back to Jason.

"I'm Sam."

The man looked over and didn't reply. Eventually, he clapped Sam on the shoulder.

"Bobby. You live around here?"

"No. I'm just staying for a while."

"Eh, me too. Visiting a friend. More like hunting him down, actually," Bobby amended.

"Hunting down?" Sam suppressed a shiver. Jason had done just that six months ago.

"Yeah. He dropped off the radar a couple months back, and he wouldn't answer his phone. So I tracked him down to here, and I'm bloody well going to find out why the idjit has been ignoring his
friend."

Sam hid a smile. Bobby reminded him not of Jason's friend now, but Dean. He knew his older brother would do just that if he went missing. He sighed, finally looking at his watch. It was just past nine o'clock. He'd been out for at least three hours, possibly longer. Everyone would be up by now and probably looking for him. Rolling his eyes, he stood up.

"I should go. My family will probably be looking for me by now."

"You run away or something?"

"Or something," Sam gave Bobby a half-smile, and waved. Bobby stood up too.

"You seem like a good kid, Sam. Don't mess your life up by doing stupid stuff."

Sam nodded, and headed off for home, leaving Bobby alone.

/\/\

Sam opened the door silently and poked his head around, looking in all directions. No one was nearby, and he slipped inside.

"Sam!"

Sam cringed, wondering how Dean knew just when he'd returned. His brother appeared in front of him, anger covering up the worry underneath.

"Where the hell were you?"

"I went for a walk," Sam shrugged, pushing past Dean to walk to his room. Dean stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, turning Sam to face him.

"Without telling us? Without telling me? I was just about to come and look for you! What's going on with you, Sam? Is this about what happened last night?"

Sam listened to Dean rant, his anger slowly bubbling up inside him. As Dean finished, Sam violently pushed his brother away, glaring with frustration.

"I don't have to tell you everything! Just 'cause you're older doesn't mean you get to boss me around all the time! I'm fine, and you don't need to keep worrying about me!"

Dean stared at Sam, stunned by his outburst. Sam stopped abruptly and swallowed. He turned and stormed away, already the guilt starting to weigh down on him. He'd never yelled at Dean. Not even when the prank war last month, where things had almost gotten out of control. He slammed the door to his room, leaning against it and closing his eyes. He sank down to the floor, putting his head in his hands.

This was all Jason's fault. Why couldn't the bastard just leave him alone? Ever since he'd come in to Sam's life nearly four years ago, Jason had been a constant presence, always waiting around the corner. Even after he was dead, he still couldn't let go.

Sam shivered as he realised he was freezing. He rubbed his arms, but couldn't be bothered getting up to get a jacket. He just sat there, leaning his back against the door.

"Sam?"

Mary's soft voice came from the other side of the door, and Sam ignored her.

"Sam? Please open the door."

"G-g-go a-away," Sam's teeth chattered in the cold.

"Sam? Are you okay?"

Sam chuckled darkly. No, he wasn't okay really. Wasn't it a little obvious.

Mary tried the doorknob, and it rattled. Sam pushed against the door to keep it closed. He didn't want to deal with anyone right now. But Mary seemed determined not to let her son get away with running away earlier, and pushed back with equal force. Sam tumbled forward as the door was opened suddenly, and just as quickly as the cold had appeared, it disappeared. Sam rolled onto his back as Mary looked around the door.

"Sam, what's going on? You sounded like your teeth were chattering."

Sam muttered a low response, "I was cold."

"It's not..." Mary trailed off, her unspoken words obvious. The sun was shining brightly, warming the room to an almost perfect temperature.

"Just leave me alone, okay?" Sam stood up and sat down on his bed, facing away from his mother.

"I need to know why you left this morning."

"I just wanted to be alone for a while. Like now."

Mary sighed as Sam rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. She closed the door quietly, her heart pounding with suspicion, worry and doubt.

/\/\

Mary headed to where Dean was waiting in the kitchen, John beside him.

"Is he okay?" Dean asked, the worry behind his question well-disguised. Just not quite well enough.

"I think so. He just wants to be alone. But..."

"What?" John asked, curious.

"He said he was cold. I heard his teeth chattering when he answered me."

Dean looked puzzled, "But it's not cold at all."

"I know. When I went in there, it was fine."

John sighed, "It's probably nothing."

Mary nodded, "Probably. I hope so."

There was a knock at the door, startling everyone. Dean glanced at his father before leaving the kitchen to open it. Carefully, he opened the door and poked his head outside. When he saw who was there his face lit up.

"Bobby!"

Bobby smiled, "Dean. You've certainly grown. How old are you now?"

"Eighteen."

"Can I come in?"

Dean opened the door further and let Bobby walk in. He directed Bobby to the kitchen, happy to see an old friend.

"John."

John looked up from where he was talking to Mary, and his eyes widened.

"Bobby."

"Where the hell have you been? You just disappeared."

John walked over, "I'm sorry. I've had so much to deal with lately, I never got the chance to call or see you."

"You could have answered my calls."

"Like I said, there's been a lot to deal with. If I could've, I would've. You know that."

The two men stared at each other for a minute, the air around them still and tense with suspicion. At last, Bobby rolled his eyes and clapped John on the back.

"I'm not forgiving you for this," he warned.

John smiled, glad to be seeing his friend. Mary coughed pointedly, hands on her hips. John realised she didn't know who Bobby was.

"Bobby, this is Mary. Mary, this is an old hunting friend of mine, Bobby."

"Mary?" Bobby gave John a look that clearly said 'what the hell?' John gave him a look in return that had 'I'll tell you later' written across it.

"When you two are finished reading each other's minds, maybe we could sit down instead of standing in here?" Mary said.

Dean hid a smirk. Bobby and John rolled their eyes, and followed Mary to the living room. Dean waited a moment before walking after them.

/\/\

"So, what was so important that you couldn't call me back?" Bobby asked when they were seated.

John glanced at Mary and Dean before answering. Dean wondered how his father would respond.

"You remember I told you about when Mary and I split?"

Bobby nodded.

"Well...Dean isn't my only kid."

Bobby raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. He waited for John to explain the strange remark.

"I took Dean when Mary and I left each other. She took the younger son. Dean found him six months ago, and saved his life from a psychopathic abuser."

Dean hid a smile at how his father spoke. There was obvious praise in his voice, and although he knew he would never say it out loud, Dean knew his father would proud of him.

"Well," Bobby said, digesting this bit of news "This is... interesting."

"His name's Sam," Dean spoke up.

Bobby looked at the teenager when Sam's name was said. He looked a little curious.

"Sam? He didn't happen to run away this morning, did he?"

The three Winchesters exchanged shocked glances.

"How..." Mary started.

"I met him this morning at the park. Didn't realise he was your kid. Now that I think about it, he does look a little like you," Bobby said, nodding his head to John.

/\/\

The knock at the door made Sam open his eyes. He sighed.

"What?"

"Well, that's friendly," a familiar voice said from the other side.

Sam sat upright and stared at the door. What was he doing here? He slid off the bed and slowly opened the door. Bobby was standing there.

"What..."

"You know I said I was looking for a friend? His name's John."

Sam stared at Bobby, surprised. That was unexpected, to say the least.

"I think Dean wants to talk to you," Bobby said, stepping aside to reveal the older brother.

Sam swallowed, and let Dean in, shutting the door behind him. He turned to his brother, preparing to apologise for his outburst.

"I'm sorry."

Sam frowned as Dean beat him to it. Dean wasn't the type to say sorry. And he hadn't even done anything wrong!

"What for?"

"I was worried about you. I guess I was a little overprotective," Dean mumbled.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Sam hung his head, and there was silence for a moment.

"Okay, chick flick moment over," Dean said quickly, and Sam smiled, looking up to his brother. Dean grinned.

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