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"Wait here, I'll be done in a moment. And don't move" John ordered Sam, darting up the stairs to the second level.

Sam sighed, glances around the unloved room. Spider webs and dust clung to the furniture for dear life.

"Hurry up Dad, I wanna get outta here" Sam whispered, hugging himself to keep warm. He heard a 'bam' as something from it's place on the shelf.

With a quiet 'hmm' Sam walked across the hall to investigate.

There, on the ground, was a broken photo-frame. With a huff, Sam bent and picked it up. He figured it was a picture of the family that used to live here.

A mother in the arms of a man, two baby boys clinging to their mother's dress, smiling, almost as if they were playing a game.

Sam let out a sad smile, it could've been their family, it could've, but it wasn't. He imagined what it would be like to have a mother and brother still alive. 'To be a family that doesn't hunt' That was his ultimate fantasy, and fourteen years old, it was never going to happen.

Not unless John got remarried. He would never dream to remarry, Sam knew that his father didn't want to remarry for it would ruin his memories of Mary and Dean. He also knew that John had thought about that, more then what Sam would presume to be healthy.

"Hey" Sam heard the familiar whispered voice. Without looking up towards the voice Sam asked.

"What are you doing here still, shouldn't you be resting?"

"Sorry Sammy, I just wanted to say hi"

"You did. What was up with you trying to kill me before? I thought you were my brother…but dad's right. Nothing in spirit or in that grave is that brother that I used to love"

"I'm sorry that I'm not human any more, what do you expect me to do! Please tell me Sam! I'm dieing to know" Dean said, tears filling his vacant eyes.

"I just…I just want you to go away!"

"Fine, I will, and I'll never bother you, or dad again…but I want to tell you something before I leave" Sam looked up, was it about that demon that he had 'summoned'.

"What?" Sam said a little to curt.

"Did dad tell you that you were sick too?" Sam froze, he looked deep into Dean's eyes, he didn't see anything.

"I…was sick?"

"Yeah, what? Dad didn't tell you. Well, I'd like to fill ya in little Sammy. But I promised I'd leave you alone for good. Remember" Dean turned around ready to leave.

"Wait, please. Tell me Dean, I wanna remember! I wanna know what happened!"

"Hmm, what's this, you want me to stay. Fine. But…you have to do something for me first"

Up the stairs John was inserting the bag into the wall, when he heard Sam's scream. John bolted down the stairs, finding Sam lying on the ground, holding his right hand up to his eye, concealing what was causing the bleeding.

He dropped beside Sam and picked him up.

"Sam, what happened"

"You Bastard!" Sam spat, his right eye bleeding heavily. "Why didn't you tell me, Why didn't you tell me what happened!!"

"What are you talking about? Tell me what happened here!"

"You liar" Sam said, shaking furiously. "He told me the truth, Dean told me what you didn't have the guts to tell me yourself"

"Spit it out Sam I don't have time for this"

"You're the one that killed Dean! You're the one that let him die, he only blames me for the demon that I summoned. But you, you bastard!" Sam lashed out with his left hand, scratching John across the face.

"He lies, why would he tell you such a thing when it isn't true" Sam was losing the battle to stay awake, the loss of blood and shock suddenly attacked Sam.

"He told me the truth," Sam whispered. "in exchange for this" He cried removing his hand. Reliving a hole where his eyes used to be, blood poured from the empty wound.

Note: And what happens next!? Who knows? Hope it was okay, sorry for not updating quickly. But I've been busy, and a LOT of things has happened lately. Anyway, please enjoy