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My jaw was throbbing. I tasted blood in my mouth. I tried to look up, but my vision was blurred. Slowly realization dawned on me. I remembered where I was. And what had happened.

From above me I heard Dean's voice, not as harsh as the last time I'd heard it. And Anna. She was saying something. My mind wasn't processing fast enough. Jerk. She was calling Dean a jerk. And some other choice words.

"Oh, thank God! You better be glad he's awake!...Sam can you hear me? Sam?" Anna asked, her voice filled with worry. I wondered briefly how she knew my name. Then I remembered Dean yelling it at me. I was beginning to get the strength to lift myself off the floor. It felt as if knives were cutting into my brain and back. I must have hit my head when I landed on the wooden floors.

Hands wrapped around my arms and I was being lifted. It was the old men. They placed me on the stool i'd knocked over, wiping dirt off my jacket. I stared at Dean, unsure of what to think.

"You wanna explain to that boy why you knocked him upside his head?" one of the old men screamed. Dean gave him a sharp look, then turned his gaze to me.

"I guess I was upset when I found out my younger brother had disobeyed my trust! You know, like looking through things that aren't his!" Dean began to move forward. For a split second I was afraid he'd hit me again. Instead, he just shoved his finger in my face and seethed. "You told me you wouldn't look. I trusted you! I trusted you Sam!" Some of Dean's spittle landed on my face. His lips were clenched tight and he was shaking. I wondered for a moment how much his chest was hurting.

Everything was happening so fast. Me finding Dean's journal, learning a side of my brother I hadn't known. Having it all crashing down before I could really sort it out. There wasn't time to figure out how felt towards my brother.

"Get up," Dean ordered, lowering his finger and turning around. Before I could ask where we were going he began to walk away, intentionally knocking over a chair.

"Sorry," I managed to say to the three. They were looking at me as if in horror. I knew word would get around soon that two strangers came to the town, had come in, fought, and left. Dean probably wanted to get away.

As I was walking out the front door, my hand protecting my jaw, I heard Anna call my name. "Sam, I know you have to go, but if you could, just look into the murder, please. Everyone else says its just a hideous crime...but I think there's something else going on. It'd be great to hear someone else agree with me."

My mind thought back. The murder? Oh, the Carnell murder. That conversation had felt like an eternity ago.

Dean was waiting in the car. Growing up we'd had our fights, but neither had outright punched the other one. And it was hard to believe that he did it right where everyone could see.

I hesitated opening the passenger door. I knew I deserved the hit. I read something of his that was personal. He trusted me enough not to and I screwed him over. But still...a punch?

The moment I shut the door Dean hit the gas and turned out of the parking lot. There were several times on the ride back to the motel I thought he was going to kill us. I wasn't sure which was worse, the fight or his driving skills.

After pulling into the parking lot, Dean never got out of the car. He turned the engine off, put the keys in his pocket, and sat there. I followed suit.

"Dean, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it. I just-"

He cut me off before I could finish. "Sam, ever since Dad left you've been the only person I could trust. Hell, all my life you were the only one I could trust! Never once have I looked through your bag. I never read any of Jess's letters you love to look at. You know why? Because, even though we spend every moment together, doesn't mean we each don't have our own lives. I've got my history, you've got yours. If I wanted you to know any of mine I woulda told you."

Instead of answering I continued to sit there, staring at the floorboard. As pissed off as I was about the fact that he'd hit me, I still felt like I deserved it. It wasn't right. I should have been the one to scream and yell at him, but, as usual, Dean made it seem as if I were the idiot.

I heard Dean let out a chuckle and shake his head. "You know, I try to explain things and make you realize why I hit you, and you still act bigheaded."

I looked up. "What?"

"All your life you've acted this way. Thinking you can do anything you want and someone will be there to cover it up for you. That's mostly my part, I always tried to protect you. But I thought when you went off to college you'd learn. Instead you just became worse."

"I know people aren't going to fix my mistakes, Dean. I learned that along time ago." I was beginning to get angry. Dean had a right to yell at me for the journal, but trying to mock me for how I acted was uncalled for.

"You don't get it Sam!" Dean yelled. He was looking me dead in the eye. "This is our life! This! Sleeping in cheap motels, living out of our backpack, constantly lieing to people! And I know you don't like it, you never have! But I didn't force you to come with me. You made that choice yourself!"

"I know I did!" I screamed louder.

"Then stop acting like your better than me! I get it! You went to college, you had a life, whereas I didn't! But for God's sake Sam, you're not there anymore! You have to change. Day in and day out you sit in that seat and pout and complain and make the trip crappy!"

I couldn't take it anymore. Dean was jealous of me. He always had been. The journals proved it. His life sucked and mine didn't. I opened the car door and got out, before slamming it I said, "Yeah, well Dean, I'm sorry you were the loser in school. And I'm sorry the popular kids played tricks on you. But guess what? Bossing me around and trying to make my life hell isn't going to change it. I wanted to be normal! You're the one who chose to follow Dad. Maybe if you'd acted like me alittle more you would have had friends."

I wasn't sure what to do. It had never gotten this bad between the two of before. My head was starting to throb from the yelling and the nasty bruise forming under my lip. Grabbing my backpack and laptop I walked unto the road. There was only one place I could go. Back to Anna's.

From the corner of my eye I saw Dean watch me leave. Following me in his rearview mirror. I hoped what I said hurt as much as his punch did. Briefly I thought back to the aslyum, and the shape shifter case. We had both been holding in anger towards each other for awhile. It was about time we got it all out in the open. I just hoped with Dean stubborness, he got the message.