The next morning, a gritty eyed and pale Dean Winchester lay on his bed, wanting to just sleep the day away. Then thoughts of Sam bombarded his mind and he knew he couldn't afford to sleep the day away. Sam needed his Big D. What the sheriff said last night came haunting back to him. Sam was hurt.

Sam could never deal with pain the way John and Dean were able to until, which is, he started high school. In high school, he would get beaten up by all the other kids, but would painstakingly and expertly hide it from his dad because his dad would keep coming at him for being weak. As a kid, he would not hide the pain of even a paper cut and he always needed his Big D to fix it for him.

A chubby 5 year old Sam was sitting on the front steps and dribbling a basketball waiting for his brother to finish up cleaning up the kitchen so they could go to the park. Hearing footsteps, he looked up to see a smiling John walking up the porch. He squealed to let Dean know that Daddy's home and he ran smack dab into John's legs, the ball ignored. John picked up his son, kissed him on the cheek and went inside the house, where Dean who thought that something was wrong with Sam was stepping out of the kitchen, panic stricken.

"Dad!!!! You're early" Dean said, amazed to see his dad smiling and playing with Sam.

"Yeah kiddo, I figured you boys could use some daddy time. What do you say Sammy?" he asked the bundle in his hand.

Sam looked up at his dad as did Dean and with seriousness they replied as one. "It's Sam"

Laughing, John agreed and set Sam down.

"So, boys…what are you up to?"

"Oh! I was just gonna take Sam down to the park, dad"

Eyes glinting in amusement, John smiled. "The park it is"

This time Dean couldn't stop the cry of happiness that escaped his lips along with Sam's high pitched squeal of delight.

The spent several hours at the park that day playing basketball with Sam riding on John's shoulder.

Finally, both Dean and John were exhausted, but Sam insisted on staying in the park until they had to go out for pizza. So while Sam was playing on the jungle gym and building a sand castle at the same time, John and Dean were just content on watching Sam from one of the benches.

Soon, they started talking of the most random things and Dean let down his guard around Sam getting caught up in the rare father-son conversation. He saw John let his guard down, and he thought it was ok because Dad could never do something wrong.

Suddenly, they heard a shriek of pain coming from Sam and fearing the worst, rushed up to met him. Crouching down beside the teary eyed boy, Dean tried to calm him down by rubbing his back while John looked for any sign of an injury.

Finding none, he asked the now sniffling Sam. "Hey kiddo, whets wrong?"

Still not speaking, Sam lifted his right index finger for John to look, and buried his face in Dean's chest, his other hand tugging at Dean's collar.

John looked at the finger, and for a second he and Dean peered at the finger to see what was wrong. Then, Dean spotted it. It was a scratch that wasn't even bleeding.

Dean was whispering in his brother's ears that it's ok when he felt John getting up. Dean caught John signalling at him for food and he nodded. Whispering again in Sam's ears, he managed to tell him that since Dean and Dad together touched his finger and healed it, the pain would go soon. Sam, who followed his brother religiously, accepted that answer and stopped sniffling. John bent down to pick up Sam, but Sam wouldn't let go of Dean. Signalling to his dad, he picked Sam up while the walked to the pizza place trying to bring Sam's spirits up. They didn't have to wait long, for Sam, still red faced and eyes puffy, to let out a warm, dimpled smile.

Dean shook away his thoughts and got out of the shower. He remembered that he had to go meet those girls tonight and he had time to kill. He thought of checking Sam's apartment in the college campus so he turned up his laptop and went into the college directory. He was disappointed to see that Sam apparently didn't live on the campus. Shutting the laptop in frustration, he knew that he couldn't do this on his own. This wasn't like any other job. His thoughts and decisions were clouded.

He knew he had to call somebody so he tried his dad's number again. He was disappointed once again but not surprised. Deciding, that he needed breakfast, he walked down to the nearest diner and ordered a full breakfast. As soon as the plate was set beside him, he realized that he couldn't stomach the thought that he had to have breakfast when his Sammy was captured somewhere.

Flipping open his phone, he called the next best thing since Dad.

Being still 7 in the morning, and with a tiring hunt last night, Bobby was relishing the sleep until he heard his phone ring. Growling, he got up and saw the caller. Seeing the name, his thoughts of yelling at the caller immediately changed to one of concern. Dean never called him unless his dad or he was dying. Fearing the worst, he picked up the phone.

"Dean?"

"Hey Bobby"

Bobby was really concerned now because Dean sounded defeated.

"Dean. What's wrong?"

"What I can only call you when there's something or what?"

"No Dean…I meant, you never call and you don't sound too good."

"Bobby…um…Im in Palo Alto"

Not understanding the relevance of it, Bobby deadpanned. "Ok"

"Bobby what do you know about gatochis?"

"Dean…they are extinct"

Stomach sinking, Dean's voice raised. "What do you mean extinct? Dad sent me here to Palo Alto to hunt some gatochis."

"Your dad made a mistake Dean. This about it, gatochis hide out in caves and old buildings."

"Well…yeah. I spoke to the sheriff here and he said that the press fabricated the kids disappearing near the old abandoned building. They were actually disappearing near the woods and only their cars could be found.

"Yeah…I spoke to your dad. Turns out he made a mistake in giving you the information because he didn't know gatochis were extinct and he made the connection with kids disappearing near the buildings.

"You spoke to dad. I've been calling him for the past 2 days, almost every hour and he doesn't even have the decency to pick up a phone call from his son. GOD!"

"Dean why have you been calling your father anyway."

"Bob, have you had any contact with Sam at all after…you know."

"No. Why?"

"Sam was accepted in Stanford Bobby. Palo Alto"

"Oh…wow. Did you meet him?"

Sighing, Dean ran his hand through his hair. "Bobby, Sam was the second to disappear"

"Oh god!!! What was Sam doing in the woods anyway."

"Well, according to the sheriff, he had FBI clearance to scope out the area."

"Oh Damn it Sam. He was hunting? By himself? What was he thinking?"

"Bobby, could…could you…I mean…if you aren't busy or anything?"

"Where do I meet you, Im only an hour away."

"Thanks man. Luxury Motel, Main Street."

"Wait there. Don't do anything stupid until I get there."

Bobby hung up and covered his face in his hands. He couldn't believe that Sammy was even old enough to go to college, let alone hunt on his own. He always thought of Sam as a 5 year old with big eyes, chubby, dimpled cheeks and a warm smile.

"God! Dean must be devastated." Bobby quickly went about packing things.

Dean slowly and painstakingly finishes his breakfast and walked back to the motel. Bobby will be here soon and things won't be so bad. So he sat on his bed and waited.

A/n: I know it's been so long since I updated and Im not gonna make excuses, so sorry. Cookies to all the wonderful readers and reviewers. ILoveSupernatural (Yeah, I finally managed to reach Childhood's End. Waiting for her to update.), friendly, Anonymous Shadow (He's getting close now. Don't worry), RosieJ, skag trendy, RhianaStar (As soon as Sam is found, Ill add some from his pov just for you :D), C.Isabel (I was thinking of killing him, but Dean would become too miserable), supernaturalmary (Well…you wont have to wait that long. I promise for the next you wont have to wait so long lol), RedDragen (Well…yeah I hope John comes around. hmmm), CMT1992, 1Pagan3.

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