Hello again dear Readers.

After a wonderful week with my best friend I feel completely recharged. I didn't get any writing done, but I did get a whole lot of fun done.

I am so glad that people are so far liking this story. My Dark Muse is also very happy.

The sound of an alarm shook Dean out of his sleep. Smacking the clock Dean groaned. His head spun and he just wanted to stay in bed. Unfortunately it was Saturday, and he needed to go to work. Turning his head to look at the other bed, Dean wasn't surprised not to see his brother. Pushing himself out of bed Dean dressed and staggered toward the kitchen. The fact that Sam was nowhere in sight increased his worry. The thought of calling out from work crossed Dean's mind. But they really needed the money and today was pay day.

Once he got to work Dean was kept busy. But his mind continued to wander to Sam. Because it was so busy Dean worked a little later than usual. Finally the owner, Jim walked over and handed him an envelope. Dean noticed it was a little thicker than the last time. Jim smiled and explained that everyone got a bonus. He also told Dean that he could come and work as much as he wanted. Dean had told Jim from the start that his first responsibility was to his teenage brother. Jim being a single Dad had respected this.

Leaving the garage Dean counted out the cash. Dean couldn't help but smile, the bonus was really big. Shoving the envelope in his pocket Dean's smile grew. He was going to take Sam out for dinner tonight. There was a place not far that Sam had talked about. It would have usually been out of their price range, but that's what bonuses were for, right?

Unlocking the door, Dean walked in still smiling. When Sam was nowhere around his smile faltered slightly. Sighing he walked down the hallway. He was determined not to have another fight with Sam. He just wanted to have some brother time. Dinner, maybe sneak into a bar. Dean saw the door to their bedroom was open. Peaking in, he froze. There was only one bed. Turning he saw the door to the other room was closed. Walking over he reached for the handle to open the door, but stopped. Forcing himself to calm he reached up and knocked on the door. He heard someone moving around and relaxed slightly.

Sam opened the door just a crack. "Yeah."

"Uhm, what's going on Sammy?"

Sam cringed. "I asked you not to call me that."

Dean ignored him trying to look into the room. "You're beds missing."

"I moved it." Sam said pulling the door closed until all Dean could see was Sam's face.

"Why would you do that?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean there's two rooms. Dad's not coming back for who knows how long. I just want my own space."

"Okay Sam." Dean said holding his hands up. "You could have waited until I got home. I would have helped."

"No you wouldn't." Sam snapped. "You would have pushed me and guilt me until I changed my mind."

"Where the hell did that come from?" Dean felt his earlier resolve not to fight slip. "If you wanted your own room all you had to do was ask."

"In sixteen years I've never had my own room. I've always had to stay under your watchful eye." Sam slammed the door.

Dean's hand was on the door handle but he stopped himself just before turning it. Taking a step back he slid down until he was sitting on the floor. He was losing his brother, and he didn't even know why.

Sunday morning Dean staggered into the kitchen. Sleep had evaded him, and when it finally came, his dreams were plagued by the look in Sam's eyes. Quickly making some coffee Dean leaned against the counter waiting until it finished brewing. He had decided, during his sleepless time, that he was going to call his Dad again. Something was truly wrong with Sam. He didn't know what, but he knew it.

Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Dean took a drink, not bothering to cool it first. The hot liquid ran through him chasing the tiredness away. Finally looking at the clock Dean was surprised to see it was almost noon. Walking into the living room he was again surprised not to see Sam. Going to the door of his brother's new room, Dean knocked. Nothing. He knocked again, a little louder. Still nothing. Grumbling Dean turned the knob and opened the door.

"What the hell?" Sam's bed was a mess. The covers were scattered all around, one pillow on the floor, the other at the foot of the bed. Flipping on the light Dean took in the rest of the room. Clothes were scattered everywhere. His school bag looked as though it had been dumped out. Books and papers were laying all around. But the one thing Dean focused on was a small spot on the bed. Walking over, he looked down at a red spot about the size of Dean's thumb. Sam was, or is bleeding. Pulling out his phone Dean dialed his brother's number. The familiar ring came from under the bed.

"That's it." Dean fumed. "After I make sure he's okay, I'm going to kill him." Dean dialed his father's number. After a few rings it went to voice mail. "Hey Dad. Things have gotten, well I don't know. Sam's worse. He's hurt and not talking. Please Dad I know something's really wrong. Just come home, please." Dean hung up again leaving Sam's room. He walked into the living room and collapsed on the couch. In the next hour he tried his father's phone a half a dozen times. On the seventh time his fingers automatically dialed a different number.

"Singer Salvage."

"Hey Bobby."

"Dean." Bobby's usually gruff voice instantly softened. "It's been awhile."

"Yeah sorry about that."

"Nothing for you to be sorry about." Bobby said. "You and Sam know you're always welcome here."

Dean leaned back taking a deep breath. "Bobby, Sam's in trouble."

"What kind of trouble? Hunter trouble? Girl trouble? School trouble? Well boy don't just leave it at trouble."

Dean let out a weak laugh. Where John had pushed it off as nothing, Bobby was instantly concerned. "Honestly I'm not really even sure what kind of trouble." Dean suddenly felt tears burning his eyes, and hated himself for it. "He's been acting…well not anything like himself for days now. I called Dad a few days ago. He insisted that Sam is just lashing out. Said my big brother radar was off."

"I don't think so." Bobby snapped. "There might be a few things about you that are off, but that's one thing that never will be."

"Thanks, I think." Dean laughed.

"Tell me what's happened so far."

Dean took a deep breath, and recited to Bobby everything that's happened so far. Bobby didn't interrupt, just let Dean spill. Dean finished with. "And now he's gone and I have no idea where he is."

"Has he missed any school?"

"I don't think so." Dean said. "They would have called me."

"Well that's something at least." Dean could almost hear Bobby pacing. "Unless they called John and got his voice message like you."

"Mine's the only number they have." Dean said flatly.

"Fine." Bobby was silent a minute. "Okay if I leave now I should be there by the morning."

"Should I go looking for him?"

"Do you have a clue where to look?"

Dean instantly deflated. "None."

"Then stay home and brew." Dean could hear a smile on Bobby's face. "You two are giving me way too many gray hairs."

"Sorry Bobby, I just didn't know what to do, or who to call."

"You would have been even sorrier, if you hadn't called me boy." Bobby said flatly. "Now stay put and try not to get too damn drunk. And if Sam should come home, tie his ass to a chair until I get there."

Dean smiled. "Yes sir."

"We'll figure this out Dean." Bobby's voice was suddenly softer. "You know that, right?"

"Yeah Bobby, just get here."

"I'm on my way son."

Dean hung up laying his phone on his chest. He was still scarred and worried. But deep down he felt a little better knowing help was on its way.