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Sam felt numb all over, he knew what happened, remembered his brother accusing him of drug usage, he could still feel his father's arms restraining him. 'Why?' he kept asking himself like some sort of chant that had gotten out of hand in his head. He didn't understand he had made sure to do everything he had been asked, even more to take care of the cost of the present for Dean and a few odds and ends around the house that they had needed, but hadn't gotten around to getting. Now he was walking through the neighborhood and really had no destination in mind. Dee Dee had mentioned this morning about a storm was brewing, but he couldn't feel the cold anymore, he truly felt numb.

"Sam!" he heard in front of him. Looking up he saw Peter, one of the other kids in the experiment, ironically he'd been the Goth student until he chose to be the 'conformist' of the group complete with button down shirts, khaki pants, and even a sweater for class. Yeah, the first day he wore it; his English teacher dropped her book and stared for a whole ten minutes before realizing it wasn't her blood pressure medicine playing tricks on her.

"Peter, hey." He said to the other boy but couldn't bring himself to say anymore.

"Hey man, you look like you lost your best friend, what happened?" Peter asked, really worried. He liked Sam from the first day in class; he was friendly to everyone and listened to opinions with an open mind not caring how off the wall they might seem. He was the one who suggested Sam take up the Goth role, after all, that would have be a true test of the experiment wouldn't it.

Sam stopped for a moment, before he looked at Peter and shook his head, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

It took a little more prompting, but as they walked toward the school, the story came out along with the tears that he'd been holding back. When he was finished explaining what happened; Peter was speechless, he couldn't believe anyone would think Sam did drugs, did they even know him? Helping open the unlatched window, they both went into their Science room and turned on the light, it wouldn't take too long for word to get out and they'd have company. Until then, Peter was determined not to let Sam out of his sight.

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Sammy had just walked out and Dean could only stand there and stare at the jacket in his hand. John was able to pull himself out of his shocked state and reached out to grab the card that was poking out of the pocket. Looking at the envelope it was clearly addressed to Dean in his youngest son's distinct writing.

"Dean, this is yours too." He said, holding the card out to him.

He didn't know what to do; he had just betrayed his best friend. If he had actually taken a moment or two and found a way to see what Sammy had been up to, this whole fiasco could have been avoided. Looking at the card in his father's hand, he didn't want to open it. In fact, at the moment he wanted to hate it as much as he hated himself. Shaking his head, he looked at his dad, "I've got to find him, make this right."

John watched as Dean ran out the door to try and find Sammy. He tried to think of all the places that his son would go, who his friends were, if there were any other activities that he had joined. Finally, he thought he'd go to the one person who knew the most in this small town, and hopefully she could shed some light on what was going on. "Dean! Wait up!"

It didn't take long to get to Dee Dee's house and as soon as they knocked the door was opened as if she had been waiting. "Oh good, you're early!" she enthused, anxious to have company.

Confused, both Dean and John looked at each other. Finally the switch was flipped and they both understood why she was expecting them. "Uh Dee Dee, we really hate to cancel, but we've had an emergency and we're hoping you can help."

"Oh my! Please don't tell me that something has happened to Sammy! Oh that poor boy, I knew he was burning the candle at both ends, I told him that he either needed to cut back his hours with Mr. Crane, or back off his experiment, but he wouldn't hear of either one… something about a present…"

"EXPERIMENT?" they chimed in unison. What experiment?

"Oh my! I'm so sorry, of course, Dean doesn't know about it and we're not supposed to discuss it… please forgive me dear." She said patting John on the hand.

Looking at the woman as if she was as disturbed as she looked, John asked, "What experiment?"

Dee Dee thought that he was fooling her for a moment, then she saw that he really had no idea what she was talking about. "Oh my! The experiment for his science class. They were supposed to dress differently for several weeks and keep track of how the people around them treated them. Only one parent was to know about it, and it wasn't supposed to be discussed outside the classroom. John, I'm sure I discussed this with you. I know I did, I wouldn't have just…"

Dean could see the potential mental meltdown from where he was standing and knew they needed to get her back on track. "You wouldn't have what Dee Dee? What wouldn't you have done?"

"Not discuss it with your father dear. I saw the permission slip on the floor and saw that it was due that day. I just knew that your father had forgotten before he left, so I signed it. I couldn't let that sweet boy get a 'C' for his grade. He's so bright, you know."

John felt like he had been kicked in the gut. Things were starting to fall into place, and the conversations that he and Sammy had were now making sense; his son thought that he knew about his class project and just didn't care. "Do you have any idea where he might go?" he asked, hating to have to depend on someone else for that information, but he felt he didn't have any time to waste.

"Sure! When one of the kids are overwhelmed by what's going on, they head to their science class and turn on the light… pretty soon more show up." When she saw their shocked expressions she cackled. "Just because the parents aren't supposed to interfere with this, doesn't mean that they don't keep an eye out. Now you better hurry, I wasn't joking this morning, it looks like a winter storm could be brewing and you don't want to get caught out in it."

Not wasting any time, they both ran out of her house, forgetting how much they both wanted to wring her neck.

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Paul Peterson had to admit that he was having second thoughts about this experiment of his. Oh, it was going well, a little too well if he actually thought about it. Too many of his students were being pulled into too many different directions and he knew that he was close to calling the whole thing off, before one of them did something horrible. He had just received a phone call from Dee Dee saying that he was needed in his room right away and then hung up. At first he didn't think anything about it, but he figured he'd better check it out and see if the kids still had things under control. He had just arrived from his short walk down the block when he heard running behind him. Turning, he saw two men approaching at full speed.

"Can I help you?" he asked, sure that he should know who they were, but not placing names to the faces.

"Sammy, have you seen Sammy?" the older of the two asked. When he shook his head that he didn't know who they were asking about, the younger yelled.

"Sam Winchester! Have you seen him?"

"Uh, I was just about to check in the classroom, I was told there was a meeting going on tonight."

Stunned for a moment, Dean looked around him and wondered how much time they had wasted before they had found out what had happened. The sky was graying and the temperature was dropping.

"We're coming with you!" the older man said, leaving no room for argument.

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They could hear people talking even before they approached the door, and what they heard was surprising.

"I don't care Peter! We shouldn't have let him leave like that, he wouldn't have left us!"

"Leann, I know how you feel, but you saw him, he needed to walk it out. He's going straight home!"

"NO! We should have stopped him! They think he's on drugs… DRUGS!!! He wouldn't even take an aspirin for crying out loud, and we all know how bad his headaches are! What are they going to do when he goes home? What if they hurt him?"

Dean felt like he was listening to someone else's life, there was no way they were talking about them. How could he not have known that his little brother had been getting his headaches again? He knew how bad they could get, sometimes even knocking him to the floor if he got worked up enough. Listening to someone else describe what had happened made him feel sick to his stomach.

John knew he had screwed up, hell he had screwed up so bad he didn't know if he'd be able to fix it, but he had to try. Opening the door he stepped in and got to the point. "I need to find Sammy, how long has he been gone?" he asked hoping that someone would give him a straight answer. It took only a moment before the boy Peter answered.

"You just missed him; he went back out the window a couple of minutes before you came in. Are you the ones who have him so turned around he's thinking about leaving?"

"WHAT?!?" both Winchester's shouted. Looking at each other then back to Mr. Peterson, John said, "I didn't know about the project and we had our own intervention at the house today. Now I have to find my son, and if he's planning on leaving I'm going to need help in finding him."

Paul looked at the man in front of him before he looked at the kids in the classroom. "Get hold of everyone. Tell them what's going on and we need to find Sam before the storm hits."

John and Dean were already outside backtracking to the window to pick up Sammy's trail not wanting to take anything for granted. They had found his boot prints and managed to follow them to the middle of the Middle School play yard before they disappeared into nothing.

It took less than fifteen minutes for the town to be alerted that Sam Winchester was missing, but it took less time than that for the remaining Winchester's to know that they had found their next hunt.