A/N: Here's part four hope it's okay! This is set in Sam's first year away at college. Hope you guys enjoy!

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(I'm not sure if he would have studied criminal law but being a Criminology student I just couldn't resist putting it in!)

Story four

Sam's phone rang for the fourth time that day. Unknown number. Sam knew who was ringing, he couldn't bring himself to answer it so pressing the ignore button again he turned his attention to the book he was currently studying. An introduction to Criminal Law. With an exam on the following week he couldn't afford distractions and so blanking his mind he concentrated on the task in front of him. He had nearly passed the first year of his course, who would have thought? He certainly didn't!

Five minutes later the phone rang again and exasperated at the stubbornness of the caller he finally caved and answered.

"Hello." He said through gritted teeth.

"About time Sammy!" The reply came. A voice he hadn't heard in nearly a year brought back so many memories good and bad.

"Er yeah sorry, been studying." He lied.

There was silence for a moment, Dean always knew when he lied. "Uh huh." He said finally before allowing an awkward silence to engulf them.

Sam sat quietly hoping Dean would explain why he was calling unconsciously playing with the pen in his hands flinching slightly when it snapped in half. Bringing his attention back to the present and with an uncomfortable cough to clear his already clear throat he asked, "Why are you calling Dean?"

"Oh yeah." Dean said casually, a little too casually to pull it off, "Can I stay at yours tonight? I'm in the area and there's no way I can go back to a motel."

Sam knew what that meant, he had been on a hunt and was bashed about a little too much to be seen in public. "I dunno man-"

"Aw come on, I know your housemates not been there." He pleaded.

"You been spying on me?!" Sam was shocked at that, but then realising it seemed like a Dean thing to do.

"Of course." He sounded proud and not a little bit shameful. "Wouldn't think I would just leave you alone in the big wide world did you?"

Sam sighed, he wanted to leave that life behind him but how could he turn his brother down? Knowing things must have gotten pretty bad on the hunt there was no way that he could leave his brother alone. No matter what was said the last time they were together. "Is dad with you?"

Dean paused for a second, "No." He announced with security.

"Okay. Well just let me know when you're downstairs and I'll let you in." He closed his eyes unsure of how he felt about this.

"Already here." He announced before hanging up.

Shaking his head at his brother this was so typical of him. He would never admit it but he was looking forward to seeing him. Being inseparable for almost all his life meant living away from him for a year had been hard, harder than it should have been. He had missed his big brother, missed having someone to rely on and look up too. But not even that was enough to convince him to leave college and the normal life he was determined he would live. Walking down the corridor he tried gathering the courage to open the door-surely seeing your own brother shouldn't make you nervous?!

He opened the door and automatically cringed at the sight of Dean who lent awkwardly on the wall his face bloody and bruised.

"Christ Dean." He exclaimed ushering his brother in and away from the curious students gleaming eyes. Shutting the door he indicated for him to start walking and didn't relax until they were in his dorm with the door shut.

"You embarrassed by me or something?" He asked trying to keep his voice light not to show the hurt that it caused.

Walking to the bathroom he found the first aid kit he kept after being ingrained in his mind all his life, "What? No! Of course not. I just don't want to deal with the questions of why I have allowed a person beaten and bloody into my house."

Dean just raised his eyebrows but said nothing as he shrugged off his jacket showing a particularly bloody cut still gushing on his bicep. Placing the first aid kit down he sat next to his brother, "So what were you hunting anyway?"

"Wendingo. Dad was there to start with but Celeb called needing his help across country." He cringed as he started cleaning the wound on his arm.

Sam nodded but said nothing watching as Dean struggled and cringed through the process. Finally deciding enough was enough he took the antiseptic cream out of his hand, "Here lemme do it." he said quietly.

Dean said nothing but did not stop him either and watched cautiously as Sam dabbed the material into the cut and examined it.

"It's really deep," he began, "It's gonna need stitching up." He turned back to the kit fishing out the needle and threat.

"For a guy desperate to have a normal life your first aid kits pretty in depth." He remarked eyeing the needle and stitch Sam was putting together.

Standing up Sam wandered over to a cabinet where he produced a bottle of cheap value whisky handing it to his brother. "Yeah well it's kinda ingrained in my head." He watched as Dean took an all too generous gulp before adding, "That's my housemates you'll have to buy him one before you leave."

"It's against the rules to drink until your 21 Sammy boy." He remarked but without judgement

"Well sue me." Sam retorted, but went silent after that concentrating on stitching his brothers arm back up.

Dean raised his eyebrows but said nothing instead taking in the area around them. The dorm was simple a table and chair set on the right where the kitchen was, and on the other side of the room were with two sofas they were currently sat on. Three doors were leading off it which he presumed were the bedrooms and the bathrooms.

"Nice place." He muttered and wasn't surprised when Sam didn't reply. He continued his surveying his eyes falling on the coffee table in front of him and the shining metal carefully hidden underneath, the tell tales signs of a knife. He smiled inwardly, glad that although his brother wanted a normal life was still taking precautions. He didn't say anything however, not wanting to bring up the conversation they were both expecting to have.

Finally the pain of stitching stopped and Sam forced a smile, "All done."

Silence fell over them, both unsure what to say now. Dean wanted to say something but couldn't bring himself to break the silence. What can you say to a brother that left you alone in the world? He knew he had his reasons but it didn't leave the fact that Sam had left him. He had looked after him for years teaching him everything he knows and yet how does he repay him?

As if sensing what Dean was thinking Sam shuffled uncomfortably, "Dean y'know I didn't want to leave you right."

"Yeah." Dean nodded, thinking not for the first time that coming here was a mistake. That coming here was too painful.

Silence fell after that again and Sam desperate to say something stated. "You might wanna shower, you have blood all over your face." He paused as if figuring out whether to say the next bit, "Plus you stink."

Dean laughed at Sam's attempt to lighten the mood, "Cheers Sammy." He paused unlike him unable to keep the light mood he added, "Maybe I wouldn't stink so much if you had come." He bit his lip as soon as he said it seeing Sam shift uncomfortable.

"Dean...I-"

"Don't sweat it, I know." Dean interrupted him, standing up he cringed, "Look I'll have a shower and get out of your way I'm sure your busy studying or whatever it is you do these days."

Sam sighed, he didn't want his brother to leave like this but allowed him to leave the room to take a shower. Leaving Dean with a towel and some of his spare clothes he left him to study the chapter he had began before his phone had rang. His head wasn't in it however and by the time Dean walked out he had only read a paragraph and still couldn't explain enough about it to pass.

Dean stood awkwardly by the door watching Sam trying to read a book but could see from here that he wasn't taking it in. Walking over he tried a final time to have a conversation, "What you reading?" Sam flipped the book over showing Dean the title and causing him to laugh, "Getting practice in for later years with me?"

"If you get arrested there would be no hope for you." He remarked standing up as silence fell over them again. Sighing he looked at his brother seeing that he looked better and more human. "Dean how did we get like this?"

Dean looked at him evenly, many answers coming to mind but he didn't have the heart to say them instead he settled for a simple answer. "We grew up." He said it without malice or emotion at all, it was the answer-well part of it anyway.

Sam smiled sadly but nodded, "Guess we did." He looked at his big brother, "Look it's late why don't you crash here tonight you can always take off tomorrow."

Dean grinned, a genuine one this time not one that he had forced for the last hours. However keeping up the bravado act he had been pulling he shrugged, "Suppose I could."

Shaking his head he couldn't help but laugh, "You're such a jerk."

"Shut up bitch."

It felt right to Sam to use the childhood insults that they had used for years when growing up. Maybe there was hope for them yet he allowed himself to believe, maybe it was possible to have a normal life and have his big brother part of it.

A/N: So there we are... you guys like?

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