Dean's plans to yell at his brother for being late were stopped short when he saw the look on his face. Sam quickly got in the car, face as pale as a sheet.

"Sammy, you okay?" Dean asked tentatively.

"Can we please just go?" He asked fervently, running a hand through his hair. Dean did as he asked and decided to not push for an answer when he was this upset. After a minute Sam relaxed somewhat into his seat, turning to Dean and clearing his throat.

"There was someone in the library, Dean." He said stiffly. Dean blinked, not knowing what to make of this.

"Okay?"

"No, there was someone in there and I didn't notice." Sam said edgily.

"What do you mean you didn't notice?" Sam swallowed and looked out the window.

"I fell asleep and then I woke up because you called me. Someone had written on my notebook." Dean frowned. Sam, seeing his reaction, irritably opened his bag and held the notebook out in front of him. A chill went down Dean's spine, who had written that?

"Who the hell who do that?" Dean said, jaw clenching. Sam shrugged and drew a shaky breath. Dean cast a look at his brother; he didn't think he'd ever seen him this scared before. First the events last night and now this? As he parked the impala by the apartment building he made up his mind.

"Screw detention. You're not going there again." Sam's head jerked up.

"What? I have to, Dean. Mr. Roberts-"

"He can stick it. Someone's obviously after you, I don't care if it's a prank. I have a bad feeling about this." Sam gave him an exasperated look and shut the door.

"I have to. I don't really have a choice here, Dean." Dean sighed.

"Then I'm coming with you."

"What? I don't need a baby-sitter." Dean rolled his eyes at his brother's stubborn tone. They made their way inside and waited for the elevator to come down. Dean knew Sam wouldn't do what he said so he let it go. For now.


Sam was relieved that Mary wasn't upset that he had waited to tell her that he had detention for a week. She was as frustrated as he was about the situation; she knew he would never cheat. His dreams were restless again that night, that sense of forgetting something lingered and it annoyed him. The following morning he was still tired, the bags underneath his eyes even more prominent. Dean didn't say anything about detention on the ride to school. In fact, he was unusually quiet. Sam's suspicion grew; he was definitely up to something.

"How was detention yesterday?" Sophie asked as they were finishing up in biology. That reminded him that detention was next, he really didn't want to spend another two hours in there.

"It was…ok. Just have to get it over with, you know?" She nodded sympathetically. He decided not to tell her about it, she'd probably just think that someone was pranking him. Sam wished that he could believe that was the case but his gut feeling told him otherwise.

"Sammy!" A part of Sam wasn't even surprised. He cursed inwardly; he should have realized that this would happen. Sam turned to see Dean making his way over to them through the crowd. Sophie gave Sam a questioning look. Dean came up with a smug smile which only widened when he saw Sam's annoyed face.

"What are you doing here, Dean?" Sam asked tiredly.

"Joining you for detention of course." He said, grinning.

"Sam, who-" Sophie started, confusion written across her face.

"I'm Sam's awesome brother Dean, nice to meet you." He said, smiling down at her as he shook her hand. Sam saw her blush slightly. "You've failed to mention your girlfriend here Sammy." Sam sighed.

"This is Sophie and we're just friends Dean."

"Whatever you say. Ready to go?" Sam decided to kill his brother when they got home. After he'd said goodbye to Sophie he turned to glare at Dean.

"Seriously Dean?" Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed Sam's shoulder, ushering him towards the library.

"I told you I wouldn't leave you alone here, okay?"

"And what if nothing happens, huh?" Sam shot back as they entered the library.

"Then nothing happens. Until then-" Dean sat down, resting his feet on the table. "-you'll study or whatever it is you do." Sam sat down opposite Dean.

"Were you never here when you were in school? Feet off the table." Dean chuckled.

"I don't remember studying much in here." The librarian gave Dean an irritated pointed look. He winked at her before putting his feet down.

"Feisty. How old do you think-"Sam cut him off, he really didn't want to hear this.

"Please stop talking. If you wanted me to study then shut up." Dean snickered.

"Okay, grumpy." For a minute Dean sat still, looking around with an expression of boredom which only grew with every second that passed. Feeling his restlessness, Sam looked up with a scowl. Dean tapped his feet, lowly humming some tune. Sam put his pen down demonstratively. Dean remained clueless until Sam kicked at his shin under the table.

"Ouch, what the hell?" Dean protested, earning himself a hush from the librarian.

"You're the one who was desperate to be here, read a book or something so I can study." Dean's eyes widened, mouth opening but at the last second remembering to keep it down.

"Sorry Sammy, but this is kind of brain dead." He said in a hushed tone, leaning forward.

"Then go home, Dean." Dean didn't answer; instead he just stubbornly stayed in his seat. Sam knew he wouldn't leave, even if he was bored as hell.


"Well that was uneventful." Dean muttered as they climbed into the impala.

"Yeah, no reason for you to stalk me during the remaining hours of detention alright?" Sam saw Dean nod shortly, mumbling something inaudible. He could tell that Dean was still worried but there really was no reason for him to sit with him through detention for three more days. For a few minutes they sat in silence, Dean's eyes focused on the road. Sam opened his mouth but closed it again; he'd wanted to bring it up for a while now.

"Dean, you know how we talked about finding the demon that killed dad?" He asked carefully. Dean glanced at him before returning his gaze to the road.

"Yeah?" He prompted.

"I just…Is it possible that it could be more dangerous than we thought? I mean how do we even start? Mom may have told us the truth but she never trained us. And with the weird things happening lately, what if it's all connected?"

"To?"

"To him." Sam could see his brother's eyes darken. He didn't answer at first.

"I know. I've been having the same thought. What doesn't make sense is, why now? What could he possibly want? He's already ruined our lives, what more could he want?" Sam looked down at his lap with a sigh.

"I don't know." He said quietly.

"I do know that if he's behind the stuff that happened recently, we might have a chance."

"A chance to-" Sam started.

"To kill him." Dean said unwaveringly.

"But how?" Sam asked. Dean met his eyes briefly and smiled.

"That's where you come in my nerdy little brother. You do the research and I'll do the killing okay?" Sam snorted.

"I thought you said that we would both-"Dean cut him off with a sharp look.

"Like you said, this could be dangerous and I won't risk anything happening to you, understood?" Sam ignored Dean's final tone.

"So you will risk your life instead, how does that make sense?" Sam said, voice rising. Dean scoffed irritably and shifted in his seat.

"Dean?" Sam prodded.

"Because I'm the oldest and if anything happens to you mom will have my ass, okay?" Sam decided to be quiet; he knew that if he shot back at his brother they'd keep fighting all night. He was too tired for that.


Dean reluctantly agreed to leave Sam alone during detention the next day; Sam gave a sigh of relief as he shut the door of the impala, hurrying to get to class.

Darkness had come; the trees were tall shadows around him. He didn't know what he was doing here; all he knew was that he had to be here. His calm exhales were visible in the cold air, forming small clouds. The sense that someone was there was unmistakable, the feeling crept down his spine but he wasn't fazed by it. He wasn't surprised when a hand came down on his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. A proud smile was the first the thing he registered but then-

"A little tired there?" Sam was jerked back into the real world. Looking up he saw a pair of blue eyes looking down at him. She smiled and tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. He cleared his throat, realizing he must seem like a complete idiot.

"Yeah, I guess." Sam looked around, confusion clouding his mind. The library? He must have fallen asleep again. He really had to get some sleep, he couldn't keep sleeping here and especially not when it was detention. The woman hadn't left; Sam couldn't remember seeing her around here before.

"Who are you?" Too late, he realized it came out as pretty rude. She didn't seem to care, chuckling as she grabbed her bag from the desk.

"I'm the new librarian, I'm filling in for Amanda, she's sick. Haven't you heard?" Sam blinked and shook his head no.

"Yeah, the flu I heard, poor thing." She said, her brows furrowing in sympathy. "Well, I have to get going. Try to get some sleep, alright Sam?" He nodded and gave a small smile as she left. Sam looked down at the table and rubbed his cheek. I should invest in a real pillow. He jumped slightly when his phone rang. Fishing the phone out of his pocket, he saw that the time was past six. Dean wouldn't be happy.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"I'm aging out here Sammy, get a move on." Sam ended the call and packed his things. He realized that the woman never told him her name.


"Nothing weird happened today?" Dean asked as they were in the elevator on the way up to their apartment. Sam shrugged and shifted restlessly as the elevator made some disturbing noise. He knew nothing ever happened but the landlord seriously needed to have it looked at.

"I don't think so."

"Good, if anything happ-"

"Yeah, I know Dean, I'll call you." Dean nodded.

"Hey, about what we talked about yesterday, have you started looking into it? You know, research?" Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's attempt at secrecy; they were alone in the elevator.

"No and I don't even know how or where to start. I had planned to try and find something during detention but-"Sam abruptly trailed off when he realized that Dean would only be pissed.

"What?" Dean sensed his mood change and gave him an insistent look. Sam sighed.

"I fell asleep." Dean glared at him, slapping the back of his head as the doors of the elevator opened. Sam turned around to protest but was stopped short when they were met by Ms. Adams who was waiting to get down. Her eyes widened at Dean's abuse but shrugged it off when he smiled at her.

"Hi, how are you?" Dean asked politely, the smile still plastered on his face. It disappeared in a second when the elevator doors closed after her.

"What the hell, Dean?" Sam exclaimed.

"Sleeping? Again? Really Sammy? "Sam looked around helplessly, shrugging.

"I was tired." He said and Dean scoffed.

"You need to keep your guard up, okay? Like I said, there might be someone-"
"Someone after me, yeah. I heard you the first time Dean." Sam ignored his brother's scowl as he reached into his bag to grab the keys to the apartment. With a frown he rummaged through it, he knew he had put them in there this morning.

"Man, I wish we lived in a house, I've never liked living in apartments." Dean mused. Sam hummed in agreement.

"Yeah, but this one definitely beats that horrible one we had in Chicago." Sam crouched down with the bag, a frustrated sigh leaving him as he started to look through it again.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked with one raised eyebrow.

"My keys, they're gone."

"What do you mean they're gone?" His brother asked, confused. Sam gave him a dark look before returning his attention to his bag.

"As in they're not there, Dean. I know I put them there this morning." He saw worry pass through Dean's eyes. Sam stood up, inwardly cursing his stupidity. I should've stayed awake.

A/N: Reviews are appreciated! :)