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Author's Note: I know, I know. It's been a while. I really hope this makes up for it. THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS!!!:)

Supernatural

I'm a little busy.

I was in New York by the time my brother's got to Kansas and Kristina had given them my message. They've called and left voicemails but I have yet to answer any of them. I loved New York, always have but this time I was here on business. I was in a bar one night, hitting on this guy so that I could get some information about the most recent deaths when my phone rang.

"Jesus Christ," I mumbled and answered it without looking. "Hello?"

"Memphis that was some smooth shit you pulled."

"I do my best…Listen Dean, I'm a little busy."

"I don't really care, not get to Lawrence fast."

I just noticed his tone of voice, "Dean…what's wrong?"

"It's Kristina and the kids…they're gone Memphis."

"Gone as in…" I asked even though I already knew.

"This Demon got them. Same as Dad."

"Sammy?"

"Not good."

"I'm coming."

I hung up the phone and ran out of that bar so fast my head was spinning. I made to Kansas in record time; when I got to Sam's house Dean was sitting on the porch with a beer in his hand. I walked up to him and gave him a hug.

"It's a little early isn't it?" I asked nodding to the beer.

"Not around here it's not."

"Where is he?"

"In the kids' room, same place he's been since we found them. He won't speak more than a few words and he hasn't even showered or eaten anything."

"Alrighty, let's go fix him."

I headed for the house but Dean grabbed my arm, "This isn't something you can just fix with a few quick words Memphis. His family is dead."

I moved out of his grasp and glared, "We're his family too. Let's not forget that."

I went in the house, dropped my bag, and headed upstairs. I knew Dean was following me but wasn't saying anything. I opened the door with all the kid's artwork on it, assuming that was their room. I was right and so was Dean; Sam was sitting on what looked like Tucker's side of the room just staring into space. I went up and kneeled in front of him.

"Sammy?"

He came back for a moment, "Mem…they're gone."

"I know baby, I know." I haven't called him baby since he was 7; he fell off the swing set and broke his arm.

"You weren't here."

I felt a bit taken back, "I…I'm sorry Sam."

"You should've been here."

"You're right, I should've."

"Leave." He said firmly.

Now I was confused, "What?"

"I said leave. You didn't want to be here in the first place just leave."

"Sam…you're my brother, I'm not leaving you here."

"You never liked Kristina anyway. You probably wished for this to happen." He said bitterly.

I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me, "I may not have like her but god damnit Sam, she was your wife and those were your kids. I would never wish harm on them."

He pushed me away and went back to his staring. I turned around and saw Dean standing in the doorway expressionless. I moved past him and down to the kitchen. He followed me and we sat at the table drinking.

"Walk me through it."

"We pulled up hearing Kristina screaming but when we got inside it was too late. She was on the ground, bloody, and cold. It was like the life was drained from her."

I had a horrible flash of what my father probably looked like after this thing got him, "And the kids?"

"Same thing but they were in the backyard. Memphis…Sam, he just froze. I had to call the ambulance and get him away from the kids' bodies. He didn't want to leave them."

"Dean, you know I would never wish for this to happen."

"I know that and Sam does too. He's just heartbroken right now."

"He's right about one thing though." I said standing up and grabbing another beer.

"What?"

"I didn't like her. God Dean, I freaking hated her. Even when it looked like we were getting along all I wanted to do was get her away from my little brother."

"How dare you?" I turned to see Sam standing behind me, "She was the best thing that ever happened to me. How can you hate her? She was perfect! She gave me the best two kids in the world!"

"And look at what happened Sam! They're all dead!"

"Memphis!" Dean yelled trying to get in the middle.

"This is your fault Memphis." Sam said angrily.

I slammed my bottle down, "Excuse me?"

"If you hadn't of come back I could've protected her. I could've been here. They're dead because of you!"

"You would've died too Sam and I'm telling you right this second if my choice was between you and them, I'd choose you in a heartbeat."

Sam slapped me so hard I fell to the floor. I looked up to see so many different emotions running through his features. I think everyoen in the room had a relapse of the last time he did that.

FLASHBACK

"No Dean, you once told me not to talk about mom in the wrong way well she completely lost all respect for the woman."

"Sam, just drop it," Dean yelled.

"No! I want answers."

"Fine Sam you want an answer. Here it is I said all that stuff back there because I meant it! She left us Sam," I was now standing in front of him with Dean looking back and forth between us, "Just like Jessica left you! Don't you dare tell me you're not upset about that?"

"You're right I am upset but I would never accuse her of not loving me because she was killed!"

"Well, that's the difference between us."

"No Memphis I think you're just pissed off because you didn't have a mother but you know what? Neither did Dean or me, you at least got to know her."

"Got to know her? I was freaking three years old Sam! How the hell am I supposed to remember anything? I wasn't even there the night she was killed! She left us and Jess left you just like we left Dean alone with dad and dad left all of us! The Winchesters are best at turning their backs on everyone, with the exception of Dean! She left us and I hate her!"

I never saw it coming Sam's hand connected with my face. I fell to the ground on impact.

END OF FLASHBACK

I stood up and when Dean tried helping me I just shoved him away.

"You can slap me all you want Sam. It doesn't change what I said. I would choose you over and over again."

"How can you say that? Tucker and Mary they were just kids!"

Sam slid to the ground crying. I went over, grabbed his shoulders, and hauled him up so that he could look at me.

"Listen to me right now; it's horrible what happened to them. God damn, I wish it didn't happen to anyone but there's nothing we can do now. They're gone just like Mom, Dad, and Jess. Now we have to move on and find this thing. Do you understand me?"

He looked at Dean who was just standing there trying to take it all in then he looked back at me, "Let's go."

"That's my boy." Dean and I said in unison.