AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just a reminder, if the dialogue is in brackets, then you should think of it as French.
CHAPTER 10
Dean didn't think that anything would ever be the same again.
His brother wasn't really his brother. That wasn't something that you just got over to quick. And knowing how Sam had been conceived; it tore Dean up inside. His mother had been so good, and she hadn't deserved that; no one did.
Dean was sitting in his Impala, driving back to Dorval and Justine. He needed someone to talk to that would understand. Someone who wasn't his father.
He had tried to talk to Sam, but the younger man had walked off without saying anything. Dean had figured that he needed time alone and had left. He worried now that it had been a mistake to leave him.
If it was hard for Dean, then how hard was it for Sam? He had just learned that his father wasn't his father; let alone the brother thing. Dean sighed and considered going back to find Sam. He changed his mind when he saw the exit to get to Justine's house.
When he rang the doorbell she opened the door quickly. It was almost as if she had been waiting for him. Suspicion had Dean's eyes narrowing. "My dad called you" It wasn't a question.
Justine sighed softly as she pulled him inside. "He was worried that I wouldn't be here" she said. She took his hand and led him back to the living room where they had spoken earlier that day. "(Now I'm worried)" she said softly, switching to French.
Dean sat down on the sofa and lowered his head into his hands. The tears started to flow before he could stop them. The only time he ever cried was when it was about his family; and once because of Justine. He had never liked it.
Justine sat next to him and wrapped her arms around his hunched shoulders. She pulled him against her chest and rocked him as he cried. The only time she had ever seen him cry was when he had talked about his mother. She hadn't liked it.
Sam didn't know where he was.
He had started walking from the motel and had kept walking. He hadn't really planned on going anywhere, just wanted to leave that room. He had wanted to leave those people. The people he had thought of as his family his whole life.
But they weren't his family; not really. Dean was his half brother now, not full. His fa… John wasn't related to him at all. And his mother would be alive if it weren't for him.
Sam didn't realize that he was crying until he tasted his tears.
His mind replayed what happened over and over again. He could see Dean sit down with a thump when John had started talking. He remembered hearing John's voice trembling when it got to Sam. And more then anything he could still see the look on Dean's face when he found out who Sam's real father was.
That was what stuck out in his mind about that moment. He had just found out that he was…Sam gulped back a sob. All he could think about was that Dean wouldn't want Sam to go with him anymore.
Dean had tried to talk with him when they had left the motel room, but Sam had walked away. He hadn't wanted to look in his broth…in Dean's eyes and see accusation and disgust. That would have killed him.
Justine gasped in shock when Dean told her the truth. It couldn't be true; not Sam. She had just met him and he seemed like such a nice man. He couldn't be…
"(Where is he now?)" Justine asked nervously. She didn't wasn't to believe it, but Dean and John were hardly ever wrong about these things. They wouldn't be so sure otherwise. And if it was true, then they had to make sure that Sam didn't do anything…bad.
"(He walked off after our…my dad told us)" Dean answered.
Justine gave him an incredulous look. "(You just let him leave?)" How could they be so irresponsible?
Dean looked at her sharply. "(Don't talk about him like that. He is still my brother and I know him)" He said harshly. "(He would never hurt anyone)"
"(He already has Dean)" Justine entreated. "(He killed your mother and his girl…)"
"No!" Dean interrupted, shaking his head at her and switching back to English. "My dad doesn't know that. He can't be sure"
"Sam is the son of evil Dean. He was made to hurt people. And no matter how much he tries to stop it, he does hurt them" Justine said clearly, taking Dean by the shoulders and shaking him. She needed to make him understand.
"NO!" Dean yelled, pushing off the couch and glaring down at her. "It wasn't him!"
Sam decided to go back to the motel room. He thought that it was a good time to ask John why he hadn't been told before. Why he was allowed to be out in the world, hurting people. They should have stopped him before.
Now it was too late.
