(Chapter 7. Thank you to LilyBolt, Marikili68, 1hotpepper and Detective Kid1412 for their reviews on chapter 6 they made my day.

Thank you to LilyBolt for looking this chapter over for me.

I know I said this last chapter but I'll say it again. I'm getting into the bones of this story so updates will be slow.

I do not own Supernatural)

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"Sam?" Dean called out, looking through the house, his panic mounting. He just left for a minute to get something from the car, came back, and Sam was gone! "Sam, answer me!" Dean yelled, hoping Sam did not wander too far. There was still no answer, but there was a noise upstairs. Puzzled, Dean wondered why there was an upstairs in a one story cabin, but deciding not to ponder on it he made his way to the wooden steps that led to the now appearing upstairs. When he got up there he came to a hallway with doors on either side. All were shut except one on the very end on the right. There was the noise again coming from behind that door.

"Sammy, I'm done playing games. Quit right now and come out." Dean snapped, getting angry. There was no answer so gripping the gun- how did he get a gun? He was quite certain he did not have it when he ascended the stairs. Saving that to figure out for later he went to the door and toed it open. There in the middle of the floor was Sam. Gaged and blood dripping from his side from a knife wound. Dean dropped the gun and ran over to crouch down next to him.

"Sam, Sammy, wake up. Please wake up." Sam's eyes fluttered open. He moved his mouth to say something but Dean could not hear what it was.

"Sam, what is it?" Dean asked. Sam moved his mouth again but still nothing came out. Then he heard a noise coming from behind him. He turned and there was John with a knife. Dean's eyes where wide with shock. There was nothing he could do. The gun that he had was over in the hallway and he had no other weapons on him. He backed up as John lunged at him and he tried to kick at him but missed. Dean backed away more, pushing Sam behind him to try to protect him as John tried yet again to stab him. This time the knife made it to the target and plunged deep into Dean's side. With a satisfied smirk, John turned to go. Dean turned to look at Sam to reassure his brother that he'd be Ok but glassy eyes met him. Sam was dead and he was going the same way. "No, no, no, no." Dean whispered as he took hold of Sam's hand. "Sammy." His head fell to the ground and-

Dean jerked awake, his eyes wide and his breath erratic. He jumped up and, nearly smacking his head on the underside of the bunk bed, he got up to look at Sam, making sure that he was ok. Satisfied that Sam was in no danger, Dean stifled a groan and looked at his wrist watch. The glow-in-the-dark hands showed just past five O clock. Figuring he was not going to get much sleep now anyway, he made his way to the locker and grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt along with the bag of toiletries and a towel.

Looking at Sam one last time, he headed out the door and down the hall to take a shower. Under the hot spray Dean was able to wash away the lingering traces of the dream. Drying off and changing quickly, he combed his hair, and nodding to some other early morning risers, he made his way back to the room to drop off his stuff. Hanging his towel up to dry and tossing his pajamas in the locker, he made his way out of the room again and down the hall to the kitchen. Greer, another lady who was staying at the YMCA, was already in there making coffee. She gave a nod to Dean and went back to work. Stifling a yawn Dean went over to the fridge and took out stuff to make tuna fish sandwiches for lunch for Sam and him.

Placing the mayonnaise and plain yogurt on the counter, he grabbed a bowl from one of the cupboards and a can of tuna from another and placed them next to the mayonnaise and yogurt. Then he grabbed two lunch boxes that he got from a thrift store and set those next to everything else. Finally he grabbed a coffee mug and filled it up with the fresh coffee and took a sip. He set about making tuna salad. He put in a spoonful of yogurt and a spoonful of mayonnaise into the bowl. Then, after draining the tuna, he added that and mixed it and divided it into two containers and added chopped pickle into his and popped the lids on. Grabbing sandwich bags from another cupboard, he put two slices of bread into each bag and turning around to open the freezer he took out the ice packs and put them into the lunch boxes first, followed by an apple, then the bag of bread, the containers of tuna, along with a plastic knife in his and a spoon in Sam's. Last he added a treat into Sam's- a small bag of Lays potato chips. Putting Sam's back in the fridge so it would stay cold, he grabbed his coffee and made his way down the hall back to the room to wake Sam up so he could get ready for school.

"Sam time to get up." Dean said in a loud voice, snapping the light switch on. Bright light filled the room and Sam groaned and buried his head under the covers.

"Leave me alone Dean." Sam's muffled voice said.

"Sorry, no can do kiddo. You need to get up and get ready for school now." Dean said, standing beside him.

"What time is it?" Sam asked, peeking out.

"Oh, about six O' clock." Dean said, examining his finger nails.

"Only six. Dean why are you having me get up so early? I don't have to be to school until seven thirty at the latest." Sam pulled the covers back up over his head to try to get back to sleep.

"Yeah well, I need to be at the college by seven O'clock for work, so you are getting up now so that way you won't be late for school. Now get a move on it." Dean snapped, pulling all the covers off Sam. Sam yelped a little as cold air came into contact with his exposed skin.

"Fine, I'm up I'm up." Sam grumbled, pulling himself up and out of bed.

"Good, now remember, I'm working until three O' clock today so you'll have to wait at the school until I'm done. Then we need to hurry over to King's county community services to apply for section 8 housing." Dean said, following Sam down the hall to the bathroom. "Sam, Yoo hoo Sam? Hey Ground control to Major Tom." Dean snapped when Sam didn't answer.

"This is Major Tom to ground control." Sam said, playing along. "I heard you Dean."

"Then why didn't you answer me?" Dean asked as they got to the bathroom.

"Oh I don't know…maybe because you just woke me up about five minutes ago?" Sam suggested, pushing open the bathroom door. Dean followed him in.

"I put a bag lunch in the fridge for you and you're on your own for breakfast." Dean said, and turned to head out. "Bye Sam, have a good day at school. See you at about three thirty." Sam waved his hand to show he heard, and Dean hurried back to the kitchen to drop off his empty coffee mug and grab his own lunch before he hurried out the door.

The sun was trying to peek out over the sky scrapers, but low hanging clouds threatening rain kept blocking it as he made his way to the college. As he weaved in between people who were just getting off work and people who were heading to work, Dean rubbed his hands together warming them up. He needed to remember to wear gloves next time. Dean made it to the college with minuets to spare. Going inside, still rubbing his hands to try to warm them up, he made his way down the hall to the janitorial offices. Once he got in and hung up his jacket Dean grabbed his cleaning supplies and headed over to the book store to start cleaning the windows and to vacuum the floor.

He worked diligently until his first class, machine design over in Bradford Hall. He stopped off to grab his backpack and made to go outside, then changed his mind when he realized that it was down pouring out. It looked like he'd have to take the tunnels. Going over to the entrance of the tunnel he peered in. He heard stories about the tunnel. Whispers that something was not quite right in there. Cold spots and phantom voices calling to people and other things. If Dean was any other person he'd put them off as ghost stories that people told other people to scare them, but he was not any other person. He was a hunter. That's why he was debating getting soaked to the bone and risk getting a cold, or to risk a maybe hostile ghost in the tunnels.

He went in.

Dean walked quickly, keeping his eyes peeled, praying that he would not run into anything. He made it out of the tunnel without an incident, although he doubled back twice because he thought someone was following him because he would hear footsteps behind him. He found nothing and decided that it could be his own feet echoing off the walls, but instinct told him otherwise.

Dean left the school in the downpour that had started up that morning and made his way over to Sam's school. Sam was waiting for him in the library just like they had agreed upon, reading A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.

"Really Sammy. Reading a girl's book?" Dean teased, sneaking up behind him. The scream Sam let out made it worth the glare the librarian sent at him.

"Jesus Christ Dean!" Sam snapped, looking at him "Don't do that."

"Sorry. But really, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn?" Dean questioned.

"Have you ever read it Dean?" Sam asked, putting a bookmark in it and gathering up his other things. He placed them in his backpack and they walked out of the school.

"Yeah. Once for I think tenth grade or something like that." Dean replied.

"Well then you'll remember that it wasn't a girl's book, and I like it." Sam said. "It's down pouring." He waved his hand to the rain.

"Yeah, I know captain obvious. Lucky for us I stopped back at the YMCA real quick and got us an umbrella." Dean took out the black umbrella and opened it up, and taking it slower than normal so both of them did not get too wet, they made their way to King's county community services. Once they got in Dean read the sign that they had put up.

FIRST FLOOR

•Financial Assistants (food stamps, cash benefits, ect)

•Child Support

SECOND FLOOR

•Job Training

•Housing Help

•Adult Services

THIRED FLOOR

•Offices 106-109

•Kidz Play Area

Dean looked at Sam. "Want to go to the kids play area?" He joked. Sam rolled his eyes and followed Dean up to the receptionist.

"Hey, I was wondering where I'd need to go to fill out a section 8 housing form." Dean offered a smile to the receptionist.

"Can you read signs?" She asked.

"Yeah, I can read signs." Dean was puzzled by the question. "Why?" The receptionist rolled her eyes.

"The sign clearly states that for housing help you go up to the second floor." The receptionist answered slowly, saying everything like Dean was dumb. Dean smiled.

"Ya know." He said slowly. "If you speak even slower and use short words, I may be able to comprehend what you said better." She looked at him with a dumbfounded look.

"All I asked was if you knew where I was supposed to go to get a form and I get treated like I'm stupid." Dean grumbled, and grabbing Sam's hand, he turned on his heel and marched up the stairs to the second floor.

"Dean you didn't have to act like that." Sam said.

"Yeah, well she shouldn't have acted like I'm dumb." Dean snapped back. Dean got the form and filled it out, then handed it in and waited, and waited, and waited until finally their names were called.

Going into the office of a Janette Gillett, Sam and Dean sat down in the chairs she provided for people.

"Now as I understand it from your form that you filled out you are looking for help finding a home for you and your brother, right?" She glanced at Dean.

"Yes Ma'am." Dean nodded in confirmation.

"Ok. How old are you?" She asked.

"Eighteen." Dean said.

"And how old is your brother?" She asked again.

"Fourteen." Dean said.

"I see. Why are you looking for a house for you and your brother. Why can't your brother live with your parents?" She questioned.

"Well mom died when we were little and Dad is always on the road. We grew up moving from school to school, so when I got accepted into college I decided that Sam could get a stable education by living with me and attending a public school here rather than always bouncing around to different schools and either relearning things he already knows or being too far behind because he did not get up to that point in the previous school." Dean explained.

"I see." Janette said. "Do you have full custody of your brother?"

"Do I what?" Dean asked.

"Do you have full custody of your brother? Did your dad give up parental rights to you when you took him?" Janette asked.

"Oh crap." Dean thought.

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