a/n: thanks for reviewing! this story is going to be in 6 parts. most of the chapters are already written, and most of them are quick easy reads, but a few really have some meat to them! i think i kind of took some liberties with Sam and his psychic powers in this and all the chapters that follow, but bare with me, it adds to the drama! should be putting up at least one chapter a day, but keep reading and reviewing! it keeps me happy and inspired! Happy reading!

Disclaimer: still don't own squat...

Where were you?

Chapter 2:

When did it start raining? Dean didn't know. He walked through the parking lot, keys in his hand, expecting to have to drive around the town in search of his wayward brother. What he wasn't expecting was to see him standing in the middle of the clearing that was next to the motel. Dean made his way over to his brother. Sam's hands were clenched by his sides.

"Sam?" As Dean got closer, he could see several shapes floating beside Sam. What the hell? Finally close enough to see Sam clearly through the rain, he saw that the shapes were really- rocks? "Sam, what's going on?"

"Go away Dean." His voice was low, almost a growl.

"No can do bro. I'm gonna take you back inside so that you can apologize for that stunt you just pulled, and then the three of us are going to have a talk."

"Apologize?" A decent sized tock went whizzing through the air about five feet to the left of Dean. "After everything that that man has put us through over the past few months, you want me to apologize?" Several more rocks had gathered the fray and were whizzing through the air in every direction.

"Damn straight I want you to apologize. He is our father for Christ's sake Sam. He deserves some respect."

"That man may deserve a lot of things, Dean, but my respect is not one of them." But Sam lifted his head and looked at Dean. The rocks that had been hovering around him fell to the ground. Dean started to connect the dots. He remembered what Sam had told him after their encounter with Max. He had been able to move the cabinet away from the door because he was emotional, adrenalin was pumping through him. And if anything got Sam riled up, it was their father. Dean was suddenly very glad that they had not been sitting in the Impala when Sam decided to perform his little psychic show. Psychic powers and his baby really didn't mix.

"Come back inside Sam." Dean expected an argument, and was surprised when Sam sighed and started walking towards the motel.

"I'm not apologizing to him Dean.

"Damn it Sam!" Dean sighed, knowing that Sam would not budge on this issue, no matter how hard he pushed him. "At least promise not to hit him again, alright?"

"I'll try." And Dean knew that that was the best that he was going to get out of Sam. They headed back to the room, and the confrontation that they had been waiting for for many months.

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