Author's Note: I know I said a couple of days ago that I was going to post a bunch of chapters, but unfortunately I fell asleep on my couch after I finished posting chapters on my other Fanfic, Mystery Spotish. It was a long day and I needed it. I will try and post a couple of chapters right now though, if I don't fall asleep again. Please write some reviews, I would love to know what you think of this.

Chapter 11

Sam woke up to a phone ringing, and when he pulled his out it wasn't ringing. Sam then realized that there was another phone in his other pocket, so he pulled it out and realized that it was Dean's cell. It had been the phone that was ringing. Sam flipped the phone open and realized that there were four texts and two missed calls, all from Cas. Why was Cas trying to get a hold of Dean? Sam asked himself as the phone rang again, so Sam picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Dean, thank God. I've been trying to get a hold of you. Where are you?"

"Dean's not here Cas, and I know that this is Dean's phone, but Dean's in trouble and somehow I got his phone. Don't worry about him though, my mother is on it. Why are you trying to get a hold of Dean?" Sam asked.

"Oh, okay. Well. I noticed that he checked out of the hospital against medical advice, so I just wanted to check and make sure that he was alright, since he didn't look the best last time that I had seen him. Now I seem like a creepy stalker, so I'm just going to hang up now."

"No, don't. Can I ask you a question, Cas?"

"Yes, I guess."

"Are you gay?"

"Yeah, I am, Sam. Why might you ask?"

"Oh, well. I just wanted you to know that Dean may seem like he's perfectly straight, but he's about as straight as a slinky. I just thought that you should know that about him before you get to involved with him as a friend I mean."

"What do you mean by straight as a slinky?"

"Do you know how a slinky works?"

"Yes, I do know how a slinky works, Sam?"

"Well, it's straight sometimes and when you push it over it topples over and over and you don't know which way that it is going to land straight or all tangled in a ball at the bottom of your stairs. Just think about it, Cas. Please."

"Yeah, will do." Cas hung up the phone and Sam did the same. Jo rolled over and looked at Sam.

"Who and what was that about, Sam"

"It was Cas on Dean's cell. He was just seeing how Dean was doing, but that's not what I am concerned about. How did I get Dean's cell phone in my pocket?" Sam was staring blankly at Jo, and Jo was getting concerned at the state Sam was settling into.

"Sam? Sam, look at me," Jo ordered, forcing Sam out of his state. "Maybe Dean slipped it into your pocket in the car, because he didn't have any pockets in his sweatpants."

"Yeah, that's possible. Thanks, Jo. I appreciate you doing this for me. I know I can be hard to handle, and Dean is just so protective over me, but I still appreciate you doing this."

"Sam, just because Dean doesn't let me help when it comes to you, doesn't mean I don't care about you. You're like a little brother to me, Sam, and I will protect you like you are my own family because you are my family, Sam. Come here," Jo stated as she held out her arms to give Sam a hug, and Sam pulled her into a bear hug. When Sam released, Jo thought of something. "Sam, do you have your medication?"

"No, I don't have it with me. Why?"

"Did you take your medication today?"

"No, I didn't. Why?" Sam was confused by what she was trying to get at by asking him about his medication that he really stopped taking months ago, but no one knew except Dean, because Dean was the one who started weaning Sam off of the medication as per his therapist's request. She wanted to see how Sam functioned off the medication.

"Shouldn't you be taking that? Sam, are you supposed to be taking your medication?"

"No, my therapist said that I should start weaning off of it; she wants to know how I function without the medication completely out of my system. I haven't been taking that medication for a month and a half now, and it's amazing. I don't have to worry about the medication kicking in and blocking me. It's like I'm free to be me again; I feel great now that I'm off the medication. I don't ever want to take that medication again if I don't have to."

"Sam, why didn't you tell anyone about this?"

"I did; Dean knew, and he was the one that was helping me, since he was the one who made sure that I was taking my meds anyway."

"I meant why you didn't tell anyone else"

"Well, Dean thought it was best because then Ellen couldn't go and yell at my therapist demanding that I go back on my medication because there was a reason that I was on it in the first place. Especially, since I've had more episodes in the month and a half since I stopped taking the medication, but that's normal since I'm actually feeling everything that I should. Before the medication blocked certain emotions making sure that I didn't have a freak out moment whenever someone made a negative comment about me."

"So you purposely stopped taking your meds, Sam."

"Yeah, why? I don't want to be this robotic, medicated freak anymore, Jo. Dean understood, and he was right in not having me tell anyone. He just knew that you guys would think that I'm better on my medication. I'm not, and Dean knew that. He's realized that yes I've been a little on edge lately but that's just me getting used to being me." Sam was standing at this point almost yelling at Jo.

"Sam, that wasn't what I meant. I meant that you stopped taking them in a good way. I was just trying to wrap my head around the idea that you didn't need to be on your meds anymore. That's a good thing, Sam. I was just surprised."

"Yeah, because a messed up kid like me could get so much better that his doctor started taking him off his medication." Sam was at the door at that point, and he unlocked it and ran down the stairs and out the front door. Jo ran after him but she was never fast enough to catch Sam when he was in one of his moods. Maybe that was why Dean always handled Sam when he got like this. Sam truly believed that Dean was the only one that really cared about him.

Jo didn't blame the kid either the way that Sam was raised. Your father beats the shit out of you breaking your jaw when you're nine, and the only one in the room that stood up for you was your older brother, and then when your father tried to beat you again your older brother pushes you away and tells you to run as your father beats him instead. Plus your mother never seems to be around always traveling for her job, and she can't stop the beatings from happening. Forcing your older brother to be the only one in the world that can stand up for you.

Jo understood why Sam trusted no one but Dean. He only trusted certain people because Dean says it's safe there with them. Jo thought that if Dean didn't say that he would be safe at Ellen and Bobby's then Sam would most likely not trust them. Well, Sam would trust Bobby, Sam always has trusted Bobby for some reason that no one but Dean understood. Jo watched as Sam ran down the driveway and farther into town. Jo raced into the house and found her mother and Bobby on the couch.

"Bobby!" Jo screamed as she shook him to wake him. "Bobby, wake up, please. It's Sam. Bobby, Sam ran away, and it's all my fault." Jo was screaming at Bobby as his eyes flew open at Sam ran away.

"He ran. Why didn't you try and stop him?"

"I can't catch Sam, he was always faster than me."

"I'll get in the car, and I'll find him. Let your mother sleep; I don't know how she slept through your screaming but don't wake her." Jo just nodded her head and ran up the stairs and locked herself in Sam and Dean's room, and she heard Bobby's Mustang pull out of the driveway and tore down the road to find Sam, but Sam was already in town.

Sam was walking at this point, and he was walking around by the gated communities, when a red convertible pulled up next to him. Sam glanced over and saw a Cadillac, and his eyes widened.

"Hey, Kiddo. Why are you walking way out here? Shouldn't you be safe and sound with that family of yours?"

"Yeah. I had to clear my head."

"Well, climb in. You shouldn't be on the street, and you'll be safe at my house."

"Okay?" Sam hesitated slightly before climbing into the Cadillac. Gabriel pulled up to the gate of one of the communities and the guard buzzed him in. "You live in a gated community. I always wanted to see what it was like in here." Gabriel grinned as he watched Sam bounce up and down in the passenger seat. Gabriel pulled into his driveway, and he escorted Sam to his room. "Why are we going in your room?" Sam asked as Gabriel opened the door to his room.

"Well, if you would rather sit in my living room with my siblings, we can do that?" Gabriel stated as he closed his door and turned to walk back downstairs but Sam grabbed his arm.

"No, I was just wondering if you were planning something that I should be aware of before I take a step in your bedroom," Sam stated.

"I wasn't going to do anything, Sam. Not unless you wanted me to," Gabriel said as he reopened his bedroom door. "Here is my bedroom." Sam stepped in and looked around the room. He saw how big Gabriel's room was. Gabriel stepped in, shutting the door behind him, and he walked over to his bed and plopped down on it. "So what are you running from kid?"

"Everything. I just needed to cool down, so I went for a run."

"Well, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. You want to watch a movie? I've got a mad DVD collection and a mad surround sound system set up in my room." Gabriel pointed over to his DVDs on the shelf. Sam walked over to the shelf and started looking though the DVDs. He pulled a few DVDs off the shelf and handed them to Gabriel. Sam then plopped down on the bed next to Gabriel, and he rested his hands on the back of his head and laid down on the pillow. Gabriel popped the DVD he chose in the DVD player and hit play.

Gabriel laid down next to Sam and they laid there watching the movie in silence, until Sam fell asleep and rolled over, wrapping his arm around Gabriel. Gabriel looked down at Sam and saw that he was asleep so he just wrapped his arm around Sam and left him there. Eventually, Gabriel fell asleep also.

Bobby drove around trying to find Sam for hours, and he couldn't find him. Bobby eventually gave up and drove back to the garage. When Bobby pulled into the driveway and climbed out of the car; Ellen was waiting for him on the front porch. "Where is he?"

"I have no idea, Elle. He's just gone, Elle. He'll come back, Elle he always does. Just give him time, and he'll cool down." Bobby looked at Ellen, and Ellen just glared at him. That's when Mary pulled up in her Dodge Avenger. Ellen stepped back a step as Bobby joined her on the porch wrapping an arm around Ellen's waist. Mary stopped the car and stepped out and Dean stepped out on the over side of the car with his crutches.

"Where's Sammy? I want to see him, plus he has my phone." Ellen and Bobby just stood there staring at Mary and Dean. "Ellen? Where's Sammy?"

"Uh, that is an excellent question, Dean. We don't actually know. He got upset and ran off. We weren't able to find him but Sam is a big boy and he wouldn't get himself in trouble. Sam would keep his head down and not draw attention to himself. He'll be fine."

"He did what? Those guys that took Dean are still out there and they could take him at any time. He could be in trouble at this moment." Mary climbed onto the porch and stared Ellen down. She was trying to figure out whether or not if she could just let it go, and she decided that she would let it go. Dean maneuvered onto the porch, and he went into the house. Dean walked right up to Jo and took her phone from her and dialed Sam's number.

Sam didn't pick up until the second to last ring. "Hello," Sam muttered sleepily.

"Sammy, where are you I'm coming to get you?"

"Dean?" Sam sounded more awake. "What? How is that possible?"

"Sam, I'm fine. Mom got me out. Now, where are you, I'm coming to get you."

"I'm fine no one can get to me. I'm at the Novak house. Gabe is with me. I'll be fine here, but if you still want to come over that's fine Cas is here."

"I'll be right over. Just don't leave. Okay?"

"Yeah, I'll stay put. Don't worry." Sam hung up the phone and Dean handed her back her phone and hurried out to Bobby's Mustang, slipping the keys out of Bobby's pocket. Dean slipped into the driver's seat and started the engine. The three on the porch whipped around and bounded towards the car as Dean peeled out of the driveway and towards the gated community as fast as he could. He reached the gate, and the guard let him in.

After Sam hung up, he laid back down next to Gabriel, and Sam was lying on his back with one arm around Gabriel. Gabriel wrapped his arms semi-around Sam. "Dean is on his way over here to make sure that I'm alright."

"Okay. How long do you think it'll take him to get here?" Gabriel asked as he rolled into Sam's side, and he rested his head on Sam's shoulder. He then wrapped his arms tighter around Sam's waist.

"A couple of minutes. He wants to check up on me so he will book ass until he gets here, and actually sees that I'm alright." Sam pulled his arm that was under Gabriel off the bed and around Gabriel's waist resting on Gabriel's hip bone, pulling Gabriel closer into his side. The two just laid there until Dean came barging in with Cas at his tail.

"Dean, Sam isn't…When did he get here? I swear he wasn't here earlier."

"He came in with me, Cassie. I picked him up on the side of the road, and I brought him into the house. I didn't even have to sneak him passed you, Cassie. You were too engrossed in the TV program that you were watching to even notice that I brought Sammoose in with me."

"Sammoose?" Dean and Sam muttered at the same time both looking at Gabriel.

"What? I like making up nicknames its fun." Dean maneuvered over to the side of the bed and pulled Sam's face into his hands, and he checked out every inch of Sam's face before letting go.

"Where's my phone, Sammy?" Dean asked as Sam pulled out Dean's phone and handed it to him Dean grabbed it and walked out of the room with Cas shortly behind him, shutting the door behind him.

"Well, that went better than expected. What do you want to do? I really don't feel like going back and facing my mother because she's going to yell at me for disobeying in the time of crises. I could have gotten hurt or worse killed. Uhh!" Sam groaned.

"Well, uh, I wanted to see something, but if you don't want to test it out I'm fine with that."

"What is it?"