For a moment Rory just sat on the roof and stared at Dean's empty room. It felt strange to think of him as Sam. She had thought she knew everything there was to know about him. After all he wasn't such a complicated character. And now she found out that his name wasn't real, his family wasn't real. What else was there that wasn't real? What about her? What about their relationship? Had that been real? Had it been real when he said he loved her?

Rory heard the front door open, then Sam's voice: "Bye Clara." Carefully Rory moved to the edge of the roof to get a better view. Through the leaves she could see Sam in the doorway and Dean waiting patiently a few feet away at the bottom of the doorsteps.

"Does mom know you are going away?" the girl asked.

"Sure she does. Say goodbye for me, will you? I forgot this morning."

"When will you be back?"

"I don't know yet. I'll call later, okay?"

"What will Rory say?"

"Rory doesn't love me anymore. She loves Jess now," Sam explained.

"He crashed the car you built for her and broke her wrist," Clara pointed out innocently.

"Yes, he did."

"Why does she love him?"

"I don't know, honey. Maybe you can ask her next time you see her. I have to go now and you have to finish your homework," Sam said firmly. Rory couldn't see Clara but a moment later Sam pulled the front door closed and turned to Dean.

"How long do we have?" Dean asked and started to walk away.

"Should be long enough. Her parents won't come home until around six" Sam answered. He followed his brother hesitantly, looking back at the house. That was when Rory realized that maybe he didn't want to go. Child Protecting Service wouldn't put him in a foster home for no reason! She suddenly remembered what Lane had told her. That the other boys on the football team had found it odd that he always avoided changing publicly in the changing room. After he had done it one time there had been rumours about scars on his back. At the time she thought they were exaggerating. But what if those were the reason he didn't live with his family any more? Maybe his parents ... or even this brother of his ... Rory didn't want to finish those thoughts.

"Do you think, they'll call the cops?" Dean asked. Why was he afraid of the police? Were they doing something illegal? What if Sam was put into the family and given a new name so his family wouldn't find him? Rory's thoughts went wild for a moment. She just wanted to shout at Sam and tell him to stay here where it was safe.

"Nah, not before Monday, I hope." To Rory's surprise Sam's tone was reassuring rather than disappointed. But if her suspicion was right maybe she could go to the police anyway and tell them what she saw?

Dean nodded. "So, how is research going?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"I didn't really start yet," Sam said evenly.

Dean stopped and looked back to him. "Dad won't like to hear that," he warned.

"It's another three weeks! I'll have it done by then," Sam said defensively. "In case you haven't noticed, I just broke up with my girlfriend, had to pack and study for the algebra test."

"Hey. Don't tell me!" Dean said raising his hands pacifyingly. "All I'm saying is that Dad's been a little grumpy for the last couple of days. The last job went sideways I think."

"Where is he anyway?"

"I don't know. He said he'd call once he'd talked to Brad. I got a room in the motel out of town last night. We can wait there."

When they turned around a corner Rory moved and made the tree rustle. Both brothers looked up.

"Rory?" Sam asked. "Are you still on that roof?" Rory smiled sheepishly. She felt caught red-handed eavesdropping. "Well, come down already," Sam said when she didn't move.

"So why are you still up there?" he asked when she finally stood in front of them.

"I don't know. You were at the door before I could get down. And then ... well, I didn't plan to eavesdrop." Dean raised an eyebrow at that but didn't say anything. Rory wanted to ask Sam why he had been put into foster care, if the rumours about his scars were right, if he needed help and most of all she wanted to tell him that he didn't have to leave if he didn't want to. If that scary brother of his really did abuse him she was sure there was a way to keep him safe. Her mother would know. They just needed to tell her. But with Dean's eyes on her she didn't dare to say anything. "Are you leaving because of me?" was the only thing she managed to say.

"Actually, I stayed here longer because of you," Sam answered with a sad smile. "I told you how I feel about you. But since ... you know ... Well, my family needs me."

"You don't have to ..." Rory started but was interrupted before she could finish the sentence.

"Come on, we'll take you home" Dean offered more to finish the conversation then to be nice. He went down the road toward a big black classic car. Sam followed him instantly but Rory hesitated. Suddenly she could hear her mother's voice again telling her six-year-old self never to get into the car of a stranger. When Sam realized that she was no longer there he turned around. "You're coming or what?" he asked. Slowly Rory went up to them. The car looked dusty and the right tail light was broken. Sam put his bag into the trunk and opened the back door for Rory before he slid into the passenger seat. Dean turned around from the driver's seat to look at Rory. "So, where to?" he asked.

"Just take me to Luke's. It's the diner in town."

"A diner?" Dean asked, suddenly very interested. "How's the burger?"

"It's the best burger I know" Rory answered proudly. "But my mom likes the pie best."

"Hear that, Sammy?" Dean said with a smile on his face. "I think we need to eat before we hit the road." Sam returned the smile with an eye roll – something Rory had never seen him do.