Chpt. 4

*Last chpt. Was intense! M. Ill try not to disappoint. (:*

Dean could tell even in his sleep when something was not right, and his instincts rang true once he saw the front door slowly and quietly close shut. He looked at his cell phone and it said 3:05am….where the hell was Sam going at that time? He wiped his hand across his face and stood up. He grabbed his gun and checked the clip, making sure everything was good to go. His brother never snuck out of the house, and for some reason he was tonight.

Dean grabbed his coat and made his way outside, to see a car running only a couple houses down. He didn't recognize it, but even in the dark he could tell one of the figures was Sam, and he was pretty sure he knew who the other one was to. What the hell has gotten into Sam lately? Just because they were pretty sure this guy was human didn't mean he was able to just go off by himself and take care of things. Humans could be worse than the monsters they hunt, maybe that's something they should have beat into Sams head a little more.

He made sure he had the keys to the impala before heading to the car. If Don decided to take off with his brother in the front seat he really didn't have time to look for his car keys.

Dean was speed walking towards the car when he saw that Sam looked distressed, even from the distance he was at he could tell whenever Sam was upset. Then he saw something that made his big brother mode go off the charts, Sam went to get out of the car, and Don grabbed him, pulled him back in, and slammed the door tight. Not only that but Sam was struggling against Dons hold as he was holding his arms tight. The situation went from annoying to full blown dangerous in Deans eyes as he ran the rest of the way. He made it to Sams door in no time, ripping it open (even if it was locked Dean was pretty sure he would have been able to rip it off its hinges.)

Dean grabbed Sam and dragged him out of the car. He turned to Don with his gun out when he sped off in his car, leaving Dean standing on the side of the road swearing up a storm. He put the gun away and turned his attention back towards Sam. He could see that Sam was crying, and shaking, and had a distant look in his eye. What the hell was that bastard saying to him to make him act like this?! Whatever it was he was going to make sure Don payed. He saw Sams eyes start to close, and he knew that look. Sam was about to pass out. He quickly made his way behind where his brother was seated, and wrapped his arms around Sams chest, making it so that he was holding Sams dead weight in his arms.

"Dam it Sam!"

Dean laid Sams body on the ground. He took off his jacket and draped it on Sam, if he was going into shock he needed to stay warm.

Dean put one arm under Sams back and the other under Sams knees. He hadn't had to carry Sam like this in years!

Dean picked him up and made sure his head was resting on his chest. If he could have he would of jumped in the impala and drove after Don, making sure he never even thought about Sam again. Dam his dad for not being here when they needed him.

Dean walked back to the house like that, with Sam passed out in his arms. The kid was breathing and his heart rate was ok, so no need for a hospital visit. Not the first time one of them has passed out before.

He carefully placed Sam on the couch, his jacket still draped over him.

Dean went into Sams pants pocket and took out his cell phone. Looking threw it he saw a number that he didn't recognize, that called him at about 3am. Must be Dons number. Dean slipped the cell phone in his own pants, no way he was letting him talk to Sam again. He knew Sam would throw a hissy fit, but this was for his own good. He grabbed a chair and placed it in front of the bay window in the living room. He was determined to stay there, shotgun in hand, in case Don decided to come back. In the meantime, another call to his father had to be placed. Of course right to voicemail.

'This is John leave a message.'

"Dad things have just got serious. Don got Sam in his car and he wasn't letting him leave. He was saying something to him but I didn't hear anything, then Sammy passed out. I at least need you to call me and tell me this guys story. We're staying in the house for now, but the second Sam wakes up we're going to a motel, Ill text you the coordinates when we get there."

Dean was so frustrated, with everything. His dad wasn't answering him back and Sam was being careless, and now he was hurt. He would get the full story tomorrow but now, hes just going to let Sam sleep while he keeps watch.

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The next morning Sam wakes up with a headache. The light shinning threw the curtains was annoying. He went to get up when he got dizzy so he laid back down. He could hear footsteps coming his way.

"Sam wake up."

"Dean? What happened?"

Sam could feel the couch dip as Dean sat at the edge with a glass of water and Tylenol in his hands. Sam looked at Dean, then sitting up he took both and downed the whole thing.

"That's what I was hoping you would tell me Sam. I mean you run out of the house while Im sleeping, right into that creeps car. Then I come out to see you upset, him grabbing you, then when I get you away from him you pass out. What the hell happened?!"

It all came back to Sam. The secret meeting, the horrible confession, his freezing up when he should have been fighting, then nothing.

"Oh god."

"So are you going to tell me what the hell that was all about?! And no more lies, Im sick of it. You STILL never told me how you hurt your dam hand!"

Ok time for Sam to come clean before Dean exploded. But before Sam said anything Dean raised his hand to stop Sam

"Wait, first things first. We are going to a motel until dad gets back to me. Your stuff is already packed and in the car, let's go."

Dean stood up and walked towards the door.

"What?! I just woke up! And what about school? If I don't go their going to call CPS then what?"

Dean scrubbed his hand over his face. Sam was right. They were already on their case because Sam's first day of school he was sporting a black eye due to their last hunt. Now he had to worry about Don calling CPS if he got spiteful enough. 'Dam, shouldn't have hit him….or pulled a gun on him. Shit.' Dean was at a standstill. Don might not call CPS, but the school already threatened it, so he had to take his chances. And with his dad out of town not answering his phone, things could get bad. They couldn't run since Sam would be considered a "missing child", even at sixteen.

"Ok this is what we're going to do. We are still going to a motel. I will personally bring you to and from school without any complaint from you. If you are more than one minute late coming out, I'm coming in, got it?"

Sam nodded his head yes. He got up off the couch and headed to the door with Dean who was already looking around for any cars that might follow them. Deciding the coast was clear him and Sam made their way to the impala. With one last look Dean pulled out of the driveway, and headed towards the nearest motel.

The car ride was silent. Sam knew that he royally messed up, and now he didn't know how to fix it.

"Ok Sam, tell me everything."

"I met Don at the library where I hurt my hand, we ate, that's when you came. Last night he called me when I was sleeping, said he wanted to talk to me about something important and he was parked just a couple houses down. I brought my knife just in case, but then he told me what he had to say and I froze."

Dean looked at Sam and quirked an eyebrow. What was so bad that it made Sam act like that?

"Ok well what did he say?"

Sam cringed and looked at Dean, who was concentrating on the road and his little brother.

"You're not going to like it."

"Was it something perverted? Cause Im already gunning to kill him just give me the word….oh god did he touch you?!"

Sam knew exactly what Dean meant when he said 'touch'.

"Oh god no, nothing like that."

Dean let out a breath and his knuckles loosened on the steering wheel.

"Ok so, what was it then?"

"He said, that he was my real father."

Without warning Dean pulled at the steering wheel, and the car slid to the slid of the road. Sam wasn't expecting it and let out a yell as he was practically thrown into Dean.

"What the hell Dean?!"

They both turned to look at each other.

"He said what now?!"

"He said that mom and dad had a fight one night and mom confided in him. One thing led to another and I was conceived, but she told dad I was his. He said dad wouldn't let him near me and after the fire we disappeared. He finally found me here."

"That's a load of Bull Sam! No way in hell mom would cheat on dad! Especially with a creep like that!"

"What the hell do you want from me Dean?! That's what he said, and that's why I froze up. I mean what if it is true? What if mom made a mistake one night and slept with Don? What if dad knew I wasn't his this whole dam time but never said anything? I mean you and dad are exactly alike! You both like hunting, and classic rock, you're both great mechanics, and Im the complete opposite! I like school and books and lattes and hanging out with friends. What if I really am Dons son?"

Sam was not expecting what happened next.

"Get out." Dean was hissing his words threw his clenched teeth.

"Wha…"

"I said GET OUT! Get out of the car!"

Sam couldn't believe Dean was so angry. Until their dad got back to them these were solid answers. Sure after last night he didn't quite trust Don, but if he was who he said he was then he was just a father desperate to find his long lost son and didn't want to let him go. And Jay seemed like a genuinely nice kid. What if he was Sam Peterson instead of Sam Winchester? A chill ran up his spine just thinking about it. He really didn't want another dad or brother, he liked the ones he had, but there was always that what if lingering in the air. What if mom wasn't faithful that one night?

"Im not getting out of the car Dean. Im not leaving until we have solid proof of anything."

Sam could see Deans knuckles turning white and it looked like his head was going to explode.

"So what if you are Sam Peterson hu? You going to leave me and dad just like that? Just up and leave to live with them? After all we've been through?"

"No Dean, but if he is my father than I need to know the truth!"

Dean stared straight ahead.

"Don't talk to me anymore Sam. Its like I don't even know you anymore. Just do me a favor and don't talk to me until we figure out who the hell you really are ok?"

That stung. He was the same Sam, he just needed to know the truth. He would always be Deans geeky pain in the ass little brother, but if he was really Don's son would Dean really stop talking to him just like that? They would still be half brothers, they would still share blood, scars, memories, inside jokes and nothing could take all that away. His whole life he looked up to Dean, he was his hero. Deans rescued him from so many different scenarios he could barely wrap his mind around it.

Dean never cared that most of the time he had to come to his rescue and Sam had no way to repay him except in admiration. Now because of one night of passion on his mothers part, Dean didn't see him as his brother anymore. At least that's how Sam saw it. If he was a 'Peterson' then he would lose his dad and Dean forever, but he would be able to live a normal life he's always wanted.

Sam turned his head away from dean and looked out the window at the scenery that passed by as Dean pulled back onto the road. The tears in his eyes rolled down his face, hes never cried so much in his life. He wanted to know the truth, but he didn't want to lose his dad and Dean in the process.

They got to a motel where once again Dean leapt out of the car and towards the main office leaving Sam in the car. Dean went to the back of the impala and grabbed his duffel, leaving Sams in the car, and headed towards the motel room. Sam saw him walk away and slam the motel door. He quietly got out of the car, grabbed his own duffel, and made his way to the room Dean disappeared into. The door was locked. He knocked and when Dean answered, he wouldn't let Sam in when he tried to step foot inside.

"Come on Dean stop messing around and let me in."

"Sorry Sam but I got you your own room. You can pick up your key in the main office under the name Peterson."

Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was about to start crying again and he didn't care if Dean saw or not, when Dean threw something at him. It was his cell phone.

"Its all yours. If you want to find out who your real family is, then you're on your own." Then Dean slammed the door in Sams face. He couldn't hold back anymore when he started crying. When did things get so horribly wrong? Why the hell was Dean acting like this? Well if he wanted to be like this then fine! Sam stormed off towards the main office where an older woman about in her forties was standing at the desk. She didn't seem to interested in anything, until she saw Sam with the tears in his eyes, a couple streaming down his face. She perked up right away, her motherly instincts kicking into overdrive. She hated it when kids cried like this, out of anger.

"Excuse me but can I have my room key please?"

"Sure honey, whats the name.?"

"Sam Winch…Sam Peterson."

He flinched at the use of the name he had to give her, and it wasn't un noticed. She dug the key from underneath her book and handed it to Sam.

"Are you ok Sam? Do you want to talk?"

"No thanks." And with that Sam left the main office to his room, which was some doors down from Deans he noticed. He pushed the key card in the door and stepped inside his room. The room with only one bed. He wasn't used to only being in a room with one bed. He threw his duffel down on the ground and landed face first into the bed and sobbed into the pillow. Dean was throwing away everything just because of a mistake his mother made all those years ago.

Sam didn't expect Dean to bring him to school in the a.m, so he was just going to hitchhike. He knew Dean didn't want him anymore, and he didn't trust Don enough anymore to get in his car after he had grabbed him like that. He was on his own now. The only way he was going to see Don again was to get the DNA test done with, then he was leaving. But on the other hand he did just turned sixteen, he wasn't old enough to get his own apartment or car yet. So if Dean and his dad didn't want him he would have to go with the alternative, he would have to live with Don until he was eighteen. If he will still have him.

Sam fell asleep crying. He would still go to school tomorrow morning, then tomorrow afternoon, he would find out the truth.

*God that was hard to write! It tore my heart into a million billion little tiny pieces. But the next chpt. Will explain everything! Including why Dean was acting the way he was towards Sam. Btw I saw "The Boy" starring Lauren Cohan (Bella Talbot) with my brother yesterday, and it was pretty good.*