Chapter 5

Sam finally pushed away from Dean, and wiped his wet face, trying to get his emotions back under control. He didn't realize how much time had passed until he glanced at the clock and saw nearly two hours had gone by from when he had started showing Dean his memories to now. It only seemed like a few minutes to him.

He hadn't planned on breaking down like that, but to have Dean pull him into a hug and accept him after seeing all that was done to him opened the flood gates. He didn't know if Dean would ever do that again after what Sam had showed him and the way he did it. Sam was so afraid of his reaction to learn about the demon blood that had been forced on him. He hitched in a couple of shaky breaths not trusting his voice yet to speak to him.

"You okay Sammy?" Dean asked gently after giving him a few minutes to calm down and get himself under control. He butted his shoulder into Sam's, a brotherly gesture they had used when either was feeling upset or down or just needed to know the other was there. Sam swayed slightly and let a small smile play on his lips for a moment.

"Yeah," Sam replied hoarsely. He cleared his throat so he could speak clearer. "It actually feels good to tell someone what happened to me. I felt…I felt so alone with no one to talk to."

"Why don't you rest, you look drained?" Dean told him seeing Sam's body tremble slightly. "There's a few holes you can fill in for me, but it can wait. It doesn't have to happen all at one time. You need to sleep to recharge more than anything."

"I do feel exhausted, guess it was a good thing they didn't have any singles and I had to get a double," Sam teased in a tired voice. "At least you have a place to sleep."

"Sometimes Fate has a way of doing that. Go on to bed Sammy, I need to call Bobby and check on Dad," Dean told him getting up from Sam's bed and pulling the covers back. "I need to get my bag from the car too."

"Are you going to tell him?" Sam asked quietly in a childlike voice of a five-year-old. He wouldn't look at Dean as he talked for fear of what he might see in his eyes.

"I'll let you decide. I can just give him the basics and not go into detail. Maybe Bobby might have a little insight into things. Is that alright?"

"Yeah, you can't lie, it wouldn't be right," Sam sighed as he worked on letting his body relax and his racing mind to calm down. The worse was over, he had given Dean a scaled down version of what had happened to him, just enough so he would know the truth. He had not shown him anything about what the demons said after killing Azazel and how he got away or his time at the cabin training himself. That could wait. All that mattered at the moment was Dean had stayed and wasn't treating him any different because of what he now knew. Sam couldn't hold his eyes open and let them close as exhaustion took over. He heard the door open and quietly close as Dean stepped out into the night.

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Night had fallen and the darkness came alive with the creatures that only came out during this time. He heard an owl in the distance calling out, a barrage of insects sounding off all around him, and the hum of cars on the road out front heading for their destinations. The lights in the parking lot had come on casting the area into deep shadows. Dean opened the driver's door of the Impala and sat down with a sigh before pulling his cell from his pocket. He pulled up his contact list and scrolled down to Bobby and hit dial. The cell at the other end began to ring.

"Hello," Bobby's gruff voice answered after four rings.

"Hey Bobby, it's me," Dean sighed, feeling as tired as Sam had looked.

"Are you okay? Did you find Sam?"

"Yes, to both. He stopped at a motel in Oklahoma and was still here when I caught up with him."

"How's he doing?"

"About as good as you can expect. How's Dad?"

"MRI came back clean. They're moving him into a room for a couple of days and if he is still doing good, he will be released."

"Good to hear."

"Did you talk to him? Has he told you what happened and how he killed the Demon?"

"In a way and its bad Bobby, worse than I ever imagined. I'll hit the highlights and let Sam tell you in more detail. Yellow Eyes had him kidnapped by demons and they did something to him. It awoke…Something inside of him…Powers, abilities, psychic things…He can do things Bobby…And…He's scared…Afraid we'll reject him because of what happened…He's like a lost kid Bobby."

"Balls!" Bobby snorted in disgust. "I'm sure that's messing with him. He always was a sensitive, serious kid."

"We're going to talk more tomorrow about things. He's too exhausted to do it tonight."

"Think he'll come back to my place?"

"I doubt it with Dad being there. I don't think he's ready to face him again yet. It was hard enough with me. He's ashamed of what happened and afraid of how you will react if you know the truth. No matter what, I'm staying with him. He's not going through this alone."

"I might know someone that can help. She's an old friend and she's a psychic, a real one. Think Sam might go see her?"

"I don't know but it's worth a shot. I mean, I'm not much help to him but for moral support and I hate to see him facing these things by himself."

"There's only one thing," Bobby said cautiously not knowing how Dean was going to react to the news.

"What's that?"

"She lives in Lawrence, Kansas."

The line remained quiet because Dean couldn't say anything. That was the one place he swore he would never go again. Not where his mother died. Not where his childhood was taken from him. Not where his life changed forever. Dean swallowed hard trying to find his voice again.

"You still there son?" Bobby questioned. "I know it might be hard for you, but it's for Sam. Think about him. Her name's Missouri Mosley. She doesn't live far from your old house."

"I think…" Dean started and had to clear his throat. "I think I know her. Seems Dad went to see her a few times after Mom was killed. She gave me a cookie once…" Dean trailed off as his thoughts went back all those years. "If it'll help Sammy, you know I'll do it," he huffed knowing there was nothing else he could do.

"Good, I'll call and let her know you might be coming by. Keep in touch and let me know what I can do. I'll call you when yer Daddy gets released."

"Thanks Bobby, tell Dad…Tell him, we're both okay," Dean told him. "Bobby, I think Dad knows more than he's saying, see if you can get him to talk to you."

"I will and you take care of yourself and your brother. Goodbye son," Bobby replied ending the call.

Dean hug up and got out to get his bag so he could go back inside. He opened the door and slipped in, listening for sounds from the bed. He could hear soft, steady breathing coming from Sam and smiled to himself, glad that he was able to rest. After grabbing his bathroom bag, Dean went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. He came out a short time later and decided to do one quick thing on the laptop before turning in.

Being as quiet as he could, Dean pulled his laptop out of his bag and booted it up. He went online and searched for psychic powers. A slew of links came up and he clicked on several skimming the articles. He found the one Sam had used on him, telekinesis, able to move things with your mind. That seemed a very common one but there were a lot more. Knowing he was too tired to really absorb anything from the articles, he bookmarked them for later and closed his laptop and undressed before slipping under the covers of his bed.

Being tired from the drive and the mental stress of seeing Sam's memories had him drifting off to sleep within a few minutes. His dreams were plagued with images of Sam running trying to get away from the black smoke that was chasing him. He grunted in his sleep before rolling over and settling down again, forcing the dreams from his mind.

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It was early morning when Dean was rousted from sleep by cries from the other bed. He quickly got up and moved to sit by his brother and shook him awake. "It's okay Sammy, you're just dreaming. Wake up," he called to him as he shook his shoulder.

Sam jerk and cried softly as his eyes sprang open and he looked around in fright until he focused on Dean who was sitting beside him on the bed. He looked around them and saw they were in a motel room and memories of the night before came back to him. He had shown Dean what had happened to him and he had stayed afterwards. He knew they still had a lot to talk about, but it could wait. All that matter to him was Dean had not rejected him or thought of him as a freak or monster. He didn't need to see his thoughts to know it was true.

"Think you can maybe get some more sleep? It's too early to be getting up," Dean asked him.

"I'll try," Sam mumbled not sure he wanted to after the bad dreams. He looked away not wanting to express his thoughts to Dean.

"Scoot over," Dean said when he saw the worry on Sam's face knowing he was thinking of the dream. "I'll stay with you until you fall asleep."

Sam moved over in the bed and let Dean lay down beside him like he used to do when they were kids. He eased up next to him and pressed his cool body into Dean's warm side, hoping the physical contact would keep the nightmares away.

Dean shifted and let Sam cuddle into his side knowing this was what he needed right now. It didn't matter how old either of them was, they always found comfort with each other's touch. Sam's body was cool, and he tucked the blankets around him to help warm him. It had been a long time since he had to comfort Sam like this, and he missed it. Sam was a grown young man now and he needed to allow him to be who he was and to grow up.

He could tease and call it a chick flick moment but didn't want to spoil it. It didn't take long for Sam's breathing to even out and he was back asleep. Dean lay there listening to his breathing and let it lull him back to sleep too. He kept an arm protectively around Sam as he slept, not wanting to let him go.

A/N: Dean has accepted Sam and plans on staying with him. Now he learns that he needs to return to Lawrence, a place he swore he would never go back to. Thank you for reading and thank you to any guest who left reviews. I do like them, please leave one. NC