A/N- Ok, I know, I'm a terrible person for not updating sooner. The holidays were more busy than I thought :L Anyway I managed to write this chapter and the majority of the next. I will make you a promise that I will update as soon as I can :) I will keep true to my word as I don't break promises, but it may not be until the end of next week as I have a lot of stuff to sort out still :L Again, sorry :L I would like to add a thank you for the reviews, follows and favourites that I am still receiving :)

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Sam walked onto the bus, a hat covering most of his face. When his foster parents realise he's gone, he wants it really hard for people to find him.

"And where do you think you're going young man?" The bus driver asked, looking down at Sam. The boy can't be older than 6.

"Waconia" Sam replied bluntly

The bus driver rolled his eyes "I can't let you travel without an adult, kid. You're only 6. Only children aged 8 and over can travel by themselves" he replied

"I am 8" Sam lied, but being a Winchester meant he pulled it off. "My dad's gonna meet me when I get there" Sam lied again "He works a lot so he couldn't pick me up. Please, I need to get to Waconia"

The bus driver looked at Sam, although it was hard to make out any of his features as his hat was covered over most of his face. The bus driver sighed, it really wasn't any of his business what parents let there kids do these days. "Fine. That'll be $15.45 kid"

Sam handed over the money, using all the change he had. Just got $35, a quarter and a dime now, Sam reminded himself. He had taken the all the allowance Maria and Dennis had given him, and although he was tempted, he had left their money alone. He couldn't steal from them, not after they looked after him for a few days. Sam headed towards the back of the bus when the bus driver called after him "Hey! If I get any trouble from you, you'll be off this bus quicker than you can say 'Dad, come pick me up', alright?" Sam nodded his head before walking to the back of the bus. Sam took off his backpack and settled himself for the 3 hour bus journey. He only prayed that the school didn't ring the foster parents for a few hours to ask why he wasn't there.

"Thank you" Sam told the bus driver as he jumped down the stairs. The bus driver just grumbled a reply. Sam walked out of the bus shelter, keeping close to an adult to seem as though he was with them. He knew he couldn't afford to draw attention to himself.

Once Sam had walked clear of the bus shelter he took out his map, and started towards Dean's house. He knew that Dean wouldn't be there, he'd be at school, but if he could wait for him to get home, then Dean could get his stuff and go.

Dean got off the school bus, it had been 45 minutes late which had put him in a bad mood already as well as the fact it was just starting to rain, and he was ignoring Oliver's chatter when he saw something move in the corner of his eye. Dean immediately stiffened, and turned to look into the bushes where he saw Sam's eyes staring back at him.

"What's wrong Dean?" Oliver asked, confused by Dean's sudden rigidness.

"What?" Dean asked, not turning to face Oliver. He was scared that if he took his eyes off Sammy's then they would disappear. "Oh, um, nothing" Dean corrected "I think I dropped something, you go ahead inside" Dean said, waving his hand in the direction of the door. Oliver nodded his head and did as Dean asked.

Dean slowly walked over to the bushes, crouching down and pretending to pick something up. "Sammy?" he asked

"Hey Dean" Sam whispered and Dean gave a sigh of relief. He hadn't imagined him. He took a quick glance behind him and then pretended to tie up him shoe laces.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked as, for the life of him, he couldn't work out why his baby brother was sat in a bush with a hat covering most of his face.

"I wanted to see you, so I got on a bus and came here."

"How long have you been there?" Dean asked

"A few hours. But Dean, I don't want to be taken away again. I want to stay with you. Please let me stay. I'll be good." Sam promised

"Sam you're always good." Dean sighed "Now, I want you to go to the park. It's about 10 blocks away." Dean told him, pointing in the general direction of the park "Have you got your map?" he asked, knowing Sam always had a map in his duffel. Sam nodded his head "Ok, good. I'll meet you there as soon as I can." Dean told Sam. He would have left now had Sam's toy soldiers not been put in his duffel.

"No, Dean. I don't want to be separated from you anymore-" Sam cried, trying to grab Deans arm.

"-Sammy, listen to me. I just need to get my stuff. We won't be apart long." Sam sighed but nodded his head. "Okay, I'll make sure the coast is clear and then you go" Dean told Sam just before standing up. Dean took a look at the house, looking into every window to make sure nobody was watching. "Ok, go Sam. I'll see you in a bit"

Sam snuck out the garden, and headed towards where Dean had pointed.

Dean walked back to the house, thinking of a mental plan to make his great escape. He knew that he couldn't mess it up this time, not with Sam waiting for him. As he headed up the stairs to his bedroom, lost in his thoughts, the youngest child here, only four years old, ran into him. "Sorry" she whispered and then continued running down the stairs, while Dean tried to remember what he was thinking before –Lucy? – ran into him. Dean let a huge smile plaster his face. He knew what he had to do to escape. He needed a distraction if he were to get past Noah. He remembered something about a birthday treat for someone after they got home from school. This would be the perfect opportunity, sneak off when no ones looking.

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