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Dean didn't hesitate in running after Sam as he bolted out the door, down the porch, and onto the beach. He already lost his brother too many times, he wasn't about to let him out of his sight right now. Especially since he was still healing.

Not to mention Dean had felt like the biggest failure since Sam got taken the first time. Hell he felt horrible since he saw Sam at that library alone with Don.

Dean tried to keep up with Sam, who's incredibly freakish long legs were carrying him over the sand in no time flat.

"SAM! STOP!"

Dean needed Sam to stop so he could talk to him. Finally down the beach he saw Sam stop, and bend over with his hands on his legs. Sam was finally out of breath. This was Dean's chance to catch up. He ran as fast as he could towards Sam before he caught his breath and started up again. Just as quickly as it started, Sam bolted off, and Dean lost sight of him.

Dean spent the rest of the day patrolling the beach. He knew Sam wouldn't go into town with that gunshot wound, not to mention shirtless. No he was going to hide out until he collected his thoughts, which for Sam could be all night to, and Dean was not letting Sam stay out on the beach all night by himself.

The sun was setting when he called his dad to see if Sam had returned. When he didn't Dean was in full panic mode. What if Sam had passed out somewhere? What if there was some sicko that lived nearby and saw Sam? These thoughts just made him work all the harder.

Finally as night was approaching, Dean saw something far out on the beach. He would recognize that figure anywhere.

SPN

Sam had to run. Had to hide. He didn't like running from Dean, hell he despised it. But he was just put threw the dam ringer and needed time to think. Time to himself. He always liked the warm weather, the sand between his toes, the relaxing sounds of the tide up against the rocks. He found a beautiful untouched area of tall rocks making a semi-circle as if it was a crescent moon protecting him. He knew it was low tide, he was safe there for now to think without anyone coming around and interrupting him. He was so lost in his thoughts and dint even notice when Dean slowly walked up to him, and sat down right beside him, bumping shoulders.

Dean was more than relieved to have found his brother safe and sound and lost in deep thought. He sat down next to him, not knowing what to say. Thank goodness Sam started the conversation.

"You know there are mermaids here." Sam said in a monotone voice.

Dean cocked an eyebrow and looked at Sam. He was certainly not expecting that to come out of Sam's mouth.

"Mermaids?"

"Yeah. A lot of people think that they're friendly, but they are actually a little blood thirsty and violent. I looked up this area and found out that there was a bunch of mermaid sightings. Just thought it was interesting I guess."

Sam had found a beautiful seashell while sitting in that area of the beach and was currently looking at it and rolling it around in his hands.

Dean noticed Sam didn't want to make eye contact, but he also noticed Sam was slightly shivering. He had to make this conversation short so he could get Sam back to the warmth of the beach house.

"Sam listen. I apologize for what I said to dad in the beach house. I NEVER wanted you to think that you didn't have a choice in your life. I know things have been hard and you were scared and confused, but I want to be here for you no matter what. And as much as I wouldn't want to be separated from you, if you wanted to stay at the beach house, I trust you with that decision."

Sam pulled a little smile and looked up at Dean who was looking at him.

"Thanks Dean. I just… I really did think that Don was my dad and Jay was my brother and I really was a Peterson by blood. My mind was being pulled apart and those two were giving me no options over my life. I mean they said they would start to trust me eventually, but that's not a family. They would never be my family, and I knew that. I have a feeling that even when I turned eighteen they wouldn't let me go. And trust me I would have tried to run right back to you."

Dean smiled and threw an arm around Sam.

"Trust me. You wouldn't have to run from them, cause I would have found you way before then. Hell I did find you way before then."

Sam's smile grew. He knew Dean AND his dad would always find him no matter what.

"So, does that mean that you would trust me to take care of myself at the house, even if you weren't with me?"

"THAT is something we will have to talk about. I mean I'm not going anywhere until we are fully healed and dad finds a hunt, so we have time. I can do research on the town and make sure it's safe and there's no sickos living nearby…."

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Dean I'm pretty sure I can handle…." Dean cut him off.

"Yeah I know you can handle yourself. But you know I'll take care of it before it even comes to that option. That is my job after all. I have to keep those crazy people and uh…mermaids away from you after all."

"Yeah I know."

Sometimes Dean could really annoy Sam to no end, yet he would have it no other way. He could complain about his over protective big brother until he's blue in the face, but he really did like the feeling of being wanted and loved in a world filled with darkness and monsters. He doesn't think any other person could ever take Dean's place in his life. Not like Jay pretended to do.

"Come on Sammy let's get back. You have to be freezing. Not to mention I believe there's a monster movie marathon with our names on it on tv."

Sam nodded. They both stood up, Dean's arm still slung around Sam's shoulders. Mostly to keep Sam somewhat warm, but also for the need for contact. The two of them walked down the beach towards the house as it kept getting darker. They never noticed the figure behind the rocks where they sat, as it jumped back into the ocean and started swimming away.

The boys got back at the house. John was sitting at the table, he knew this was something his boys had to do on their own, so he had no problem to sit back.

The rest of the night was great. John went to sleep early as Sam and Dean got into their sweats and sat on the couch all night, eating popcorn and junk food, and laughing at how inaccurate most of the horror movies were. It was a great night all around.

1 month later

John, Sam, and Dean got the papers all filed with Sam's lawyer. He sold the businesses, earning him quite a small fortune, and he kept the beach house. Steve and Matt were MORE than happy to be invited to live on the beautiful property. They had packed their stuff and come down in no time while everyone was recuperating from the whole ordeal. John and Matt hung out a lot, they would go to bars, talk about their wives, tell each other stories about their kids and trouble they always got into. Sam stories were the best. Matt couldn't believe how danger prone that boy was. Steve, Sam and Dean hung out at the beach a lot. They got Sam a fake I.D and would drag him to the bar. Dean was only twenty himself, but he looked older and never got carded. Sam always got a kick out of playing pool with the two older boys, for actual FUN and not to hustle. Although there has been times where drunk guys would try and cause trouble for one of the boys, but the other two were always there to back him up. Dean and Steve liked to embarrass Sam A LOT. Especially on the beach whenever he was talking to a pretty girl. Yup, things were pretty great.

Eventually though, everyone was healed. The bullet wounds Sam and Dean had were but scars. John had found a hunt in Georgia that would need the help of Dean, much to Dean's dismay, but he was getting rather restless. He wasn't meant to lay back and relax while countless people needed saving from the supernatural. Which meant one thing. He would have to leave Sam. It would only be permanent, but Dean hated not knowing where his brother was, and he sure as hell was going to miss him.

It's a couple of days before John and Dean have to leave. Both hunters felt more than comfortable leaving Sam in their charge until they returned. All men are now sitting around the table in the kitchen talking.

"Ok so. I came up with rules and regulations while I'm gone." Dean started talking getting right down to business.

"Now there are certain rules for you to follow while I'm away, and The Sterling's are going to make sure to follow through with them." He shot the two a serious look, making Sam roll his eyes.

"Ok DAD."

"Hey kiddo don't think just Dean came up with these rules. Although he was a tyrant. Just remember I fought for you kid." John had heard what Dean had to say about the whole situation and he felt sorry for his youngest son to have to be told what to do by the likes of Dean. But in the end, he was right. If Sam was to stay safe while they weren't there, he had to follow the rules.

"Rule 1. We will talk every single night, no exceptions."

Sam's mouth fell open.

"Every single night?! DAD!"

John started laughing at his son's expression.

"I said four times a week it was Dean's idea to call every night. Just remember I fought for you on this."

Dean cleared his throat catching everyone's attention again.

"Rule 2. No going anywhere by yourself. Even if I am comfortable with the town. You get either Matt or Steve to go with you into town."

"Rule 3. You definitely still have to keep the training up. Steve said he would train with you."

"Rule 4. No running on the beach at night."

Dean had several more rules, until he looked up into Sam's face. Which was an amusing mixture of frustration and anger. Dean smiled and looked at Sam. His little brother was growing up before his eyes.

"Just, be careful Sammy."

Sam's expression went back to normal and smiled at Dean.

"You know I will." Was all Sam had to say for the rest of the night to continue as planned.

It was the morning that John and Dean had to leave to Georgia. Sam was seriously starting to have second thoughts about his family leaving him, but he still needed time to just think. Even though Matt and Steve didn't have to pay rent or anything, they still decided to get jobs just so they had a nice savings account for later in life, or if they decided to travel. Steve worked at night and Matt during the day, that way there was always someone home with Sam, even If they were sleeping. (Another one of Dean's rules.)

While John was saying goodbye to everyone, Dean pulled Steve aside.

"Listen. I still really appreciate what you've done for Sam. He's been my responsibility to protect and watch over for so long, and it's hard to just walk away from him. Especially with what happened. But he means the world to me, and I would really appreciate it if you would keep an eye on him. As you could tell he tends to get himself into a world of trouble sometimes."

Steve laughed.

"Yeah, judging by my experience with him I can see that. I would protect him like he was my own little brother. I could say not to worry about a thing, but I'm pretty sure you will anyway."

Dean smiled and nodded. He knew Steve would watch out for Sam, but it certainly didn't make him leaving any easier.

Finally it was time to say good-bye to Sam. Neither boy wanted to do it, but they also knew it wasn't really good-bye.

"You promise to be careful?" Dean asked.

"Yes."

"You're going to follow the rules?"

"Yes."

Sam looked at Dean and couldn't help but smile. Even though he was to talk to Dean all the time, he was going to miss him until he came back.

"You know if you need anything at all you can call anytime during the day and I'll pick up. Make sure the wards are up and the salt is in place."

"Dean this is the ocean. The salt spray alone on the house should be enough…"

"Humor me."

Both boys at this point started to frown. Since Sam was born they haven't been apart from each other for more than a day, and now Dean and his father were going to be gone until the hunt was done, or unless they happened to pick up another one, then it was going to be an even longer amount of time.

Dean couldn't stand it anymore.

"Oh come here."

Dean pulled Sam into a tight hug. He was tempted to pick up Sam and just throw him in the car, but he knew his little brother needed this, so he was going to give it to him. He also had plans to finish up this hunt as fast as humanly possible.

The boys pulled away, although they didn't want to.

"Oh here Dean. I made this for you."

Sam pulls out a small object attached to a black cord.

"It's the seashell I found on the beach the night you found me deep in thought. It's an unusual looking shell, I figured you could keep it and think of me."

"Sammy I love it."

Dean put the necklace on, and it sat next to the amulet that Sam gave him that one Christmas all those years ago. Dean had to admit it was an unusual looking shell, but couldn't put his finger on what it was. None the less, he loved the necklace.

"I'll never take it off."

"Be careful Dean. If I hear you or dad got hurt without me there, I'll come up and look for you."

"Deal."

John smiled at the sight of his boys. He knew this was going to be an adjustment for everyone, but they were coming back. After a while they were going to get used to the new routine, and when Sam was feeling better he may even start coming with on hunts again. He walked over to his sons.

"Now Sammy, you know the rules. I want you to call, and of course stay on your guard. Even though me and your brother did our research, the only thing we found was an overabundance of mermaid sightings."

Sam looked at Dean in an 'I told you so' look.

"I will dad. Don't worry."

"Good boy son."

John never hugged, but he pulled Sam into a one. They pulled away, and John walked away to the truck.

Dean started walking towards the car until he turned back around to Sam.

"Oh yeah almost forgot."

Dean pulled the keys out of his pocket and threw them at Sam who caught them.

"I know it's a small town, but I don't want you walking all the time. Take good care of her, cause if I come back and this horrible ocean air damaged her in any way, I'm kicking you ass."

Sam couldn't believe that Dean was letting him use his car while he was going to be away! It was an ultimate show of love, and especially trust. That made Sam genuinely smile. He knew he would be ok.

Dean got in the front of his dad's truck and looked out the window as the two men were driving away. Him and Sam locked their eyes, and they smiled at each other. Knowing they would be back together soon.

*OK SO! I wanted to make this the end of the story, BUT I wasn't sure to make a sequel, or to continue this one into a really long story. Let me know which one would be easier, granted you would have to wait for the sequel, BUT it would happen. So:

Continue and make it into a long story?

Or

Wait until I do the sequel?

Let me know!

Also did anyone catch last nights "Supernatural"? I didn't yet, but I heard it was insane!