PowrRangrFreeek: Hehe, I am glad you liked it. Sorry this took so long to update!
Kokomocalifornia: Yay! I am glad you liked it! Your welcome!
Lara: Yes! Brotherly cuteness it THE BEST! Hehe! I am happy you are liking it! Yes, you see Dean's plan in this one.
Inuyashas' Plaything: Yes (sighs) the brotherly cuteness is just amazing, I can't get or write enough! Hehe, you really like it that much! (blushes) thank you! Wheph! I am glad that high school is easy, and that band is better, because it is PRETTY bad this year. PreAP? Wow, congratulations! Kindda belated, but, w/e haha. Hehe, sorry for taking so long to update! SAM AND DEAN FOREVER!
Moonfairyhime: Yay! I am glad you liked the cuteness! I just love it too! Np, after all I did LOVE your story, so I had to recommend it
Leahblueeyes: Yes, you know my guilty pleasure! The cuteness! What can I say, it is like a drug! And I'm the druggie! Hahah.
Ariel: I can never get enough of the cuteness either! I am just obsessed with it! I am glad you liked the cuteness! O0o0o so you are someone in my recommendations! Only 51 stories to check! Haha
Ghostwriter: Of COURSE I liked it, I LOVED it! I am glad you like the chapter!
Kaewi: Yay! I love cuteness too! Yes, the DEFININTLY need a hug on the show, a BIG one! I loved Home! When Dean held him, I was LITERALLY DIEING! I was like OMG so cute! Yes we do seem to like the same stuff! I HIGHLY recommend Helicopters and Sunsets for cuteness and 'The Onion' if you want comedy!
Michelle P.: Hehe, I am glad you enjoyed the cuteness! O0o0 who said they would be back for Dean. But then again, who knows, they did say he was a bad boy! Muhahah! Once again, you a made me question if we share a brain! You have like mind reading abilities! Grrr! Jkjkjkjk. I am happy to know that you are there to read it no matter what!
FallenRose2517: YAY! You liked the brotherly cuteness, too! Haha, I am now happy! I know, I mean really, who could not love the cuteness!
Karmine: I am glad you like it! I LOVE brotherly cuteness too!
Chocolate Rules: haha, I am glad my computer wasn't sold either, lol. Yes, I put so many of your stories in there cause I LOVE them! Haha, I have just read Guilt and your right, there was brotherly cuteness! I am planning on having cuteness in ALL of my stories. A story is just not complete with out it!
Mistro and Daquiri: haha, you guys write fast! One bus ride! Jezze! I am glad you liked my little 'death of Sammy scene'. Oh, wait, that just made you seem evil, and I didn't mean it that way. Well, I know you didn't like it for the death part, but for the cuteness, and so do I, and AHH, well, I'm sorry if this didn't make sense! But anyway… yes, we definitely need a club… what's a good name? lol
I AM SOOOOOOOO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SSOOOOO LONG! School has been CRAZY! I am getting VERY angry with it! But I finally posted! Yay! Ok, so this doesn't have any Sam and Dean cuteness, but there is a little other brother cuteness, well sadness I guess I don't know, you'll have to read and see what I mean!
O0o and read after the chapter for a chat with Sam and Dean!
"What room is Joseph Warnica in?"
"1012, on floor three."
"Thank you."
Dean sprinted back to the blue, plastic chairs where Sam was waiting.
They were in St. Margaret's Mental Institution. After a couple hours of research at the library, the boys had found that there had only been one survivor of the Micovits.
Ever.
His name was Joe Warnica. He was 14 years old and he was in a mental hospital. He had no family, no friends, no one.
It was one of the saddest stories Dean had ever heard.
"Find him?" Sam asked looking up at him.
"Yup. Room 1012. Can you walk?"
Sam shook his head yes, taking Dean's helping hand to stand. He took a second to steady himself and they began their agonizingly slow journey towards the third floor.
Sam was so concentrated on walking, he didn't have much room left for thought. But Dean was uninjured and filled with anxiety. What were they going to say to this kid? His life was completely ruined, everyone he loved gone. How were they supposed to help him resurface this painful time in his life?
Sam's faltering step sprang Dean from his thoughts.
"Am I going to have to carry you again?" Dean asked with worry in his voice, while actually meaning 'you ok Sammy?'
Sam read right through his brother's tough act. "Yeah, I'm fine, just sore," he responded.
"It doesn't matter anyway, we're here," Sam said, limping up to room 1012.
He knocked lightly and then walked in.
"Joe?"
"I was expecting you."
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"Excuse me?" Dean asked, helping Sam over to a chair. "Oh, please god, not a psychic."
"Well, not you exactly, but someone like you. It is that time of the year. I figured that you would come here because I am the only survivor," the frail brunette said nonchalantly. He was long-legged and lanky. His hair was styled similar to Sam's, but a little shorter. His eyes were a dark blue and filled with compassion and understanding,
Dean let out a sigh of relieve realizing that Joe wasn't a psychic, just a smart kid.
"Smart kid."
"Yeah, well, I have a lot of time to think about stuff around here." He smiled warily, sadness in his eyes.
"So, you already know why we are here?"
"Yeah, because of the Micovits. You got attacked, right?" he said, looking at Sam.
"How many times?" Joe asked, glance back and forth between the two brothers.
"Twice," Dean responded.
"Only twice? And you have already come to me?"
"What do you mean 'only twice?' Two times are two too many when you think that your kid brother is dead," Dean said, his anger slightly flaring. "This kid doesn't know what I went through.
"Ha, you think twice was bad? Try 15 times. That is what my brother had to go through. So don't preach to me about 'thinking your brother is dead' because mine actually is," Joe took a shaky breath and turned away.
Silence and tension filled the air, almost making it hard to breath.
After moments of the quiet, Dean brought up all the sympathy he could and said, "I'm sorry for your loss."
"He wasn't lost. He was stolen," the brunette whispered, "It's ok, you didn't know."
"What happened to him?" Sam asked in a quiet voice.
"They took him away from me. The Micovits. He was trying to protect me, Jackson was. He always had protected me, no matter what. He always felt he had to because he was the 'big' brother," he took in a shaky breath again.
Sam smirked. This story seemed very familiar.
"Where were your parents?"
"They died when I was 7. They were alcoholics, got into a car accident one night. After that it was just me and Jackson. I mean, sure, we went to foster homes and stuff, but we only cared about each other, no one else really mattered.
"Finally, when Jackson turned 19, he had raised up enough money to rent out that house you are living in now. He didn't know it was so cheap because of its history.
"We stayed it there for a couple months, and everything was fine. Then one day, I heard this weird sound coming from up stairs and when I went upstairs the Micovits got me. They nearly killed me, too, Jackson came home and he found me.
"He never told me what happened after he found me, but I know that he saved me. We tried to get out of the house, but it attacked us again. And again. And again, until we finally got out of that house.
"We thought that we had escaped it, we had even moved to a new house and everything, but they came after me even there. They followed me every where I went, I couldn't get away. They wouldn't leave me alone until I was dead.
"Then, one day, I was in our hotel room and they came…"
Flash back
"Joseph, you haven't been a very good boy, now have you?" Gloria Micovits' evil voice chimed, "Running away like you did. In fact, you are a bad boy, a very bad boy. Your causing everyone pain, Joe, especially your brother. It is time for you to go now."
The ghostly figure approached him as he backed into a corner. "No! Leave me alone!"
Electricity crackled between her fingers as she reached towards him with out-stretched arms. "It will be over soon, Joe. It will all be over soon."
She placed a hand on his chest, sending volts of electricity surging through him. He cried out in pain, just loud enough to alert his brother he was in trouble.
"HEY! Let him go! Get your fucking hands off of him," he screamed, sprinting towards his brother.
Gloria released Joe, leaving him to fall in a useless heap, and placed her electrifying hands on Jackson. Joe could not move, his muscles fried. He could only sit hopelessly and watch as his brother's life was taken.
"You're not a very good boy, either, are you Jackson?"
The older boy bit his tongue to keep from screaming, trying to spare his brother from that kind of pain. He could feel himself slipping away, his world was darkening around the edges. He looked over at his little brother, whose face was frozen with horror.
"I-I-I- l-l-l-lov-v-v-e-e-e-e y-y-you, J-Joe," he managed to croak. Then he let the darkness engulf him.
"NO!" Joe screamed, breaking through his trance. But it was too late, Jackson was gone.
The Micovits vanished and Jackson's body fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
Joe crawled towards him, his entire body shaking from pain, exhaustion, and the sobs that were wracking his chest. Tears stung his eyes and trickled down his face as he pulled his brother into his arms.
"NO! No! Please god! NO!"
End Flashback
1 year later, the tears still came as Joe remembered the incident.
"I lost my brother that day. And they did it. You have no idea how badly I want to kill those bastards.
"But, anyway, after Jackson was… gone, I thought that they would just leave me alone, but they kept coming after me. People found out about Jackson, and they sent me here after I tried to tell them about the Micovits. I figured I would just die here because the Micovits would come and I would have no where to go. But they never came. I don't know why, but they can't come into this hospital. So I stay here to stay alive."
"I am so sorry," Sam whispered.
Joe let out a small chuckle. "Thank you, really, thank you, but I don't want your sympathy. I just want you to do something for me."
"What?" Dean said eyeing him carefully.
"Get revenge on those assholes."
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Hilary: So that's the end of Chapter 7! I hope you guys liked it! I have a special treat for you guys! Sam and Dean are going to be here talking with us for the remainder of the story! So guys, anything to say?
Dean: You have problems!
Sam: Dean-
Dean: No, Sammy! She nearly killed you! TWICE! I am NOT liking this story!
Hilary: But I don't do it for the hurting of Sammy, I do it for the cuteness afterwards!
Dean: Cuteness! (scoffs) I can't believe all this stuff that you are making us say! All this 'I love you' stuff!
Sam: Aww! (mock hurt) Dean, you don't love me!
Dean: Of course I do, but- argg! You two are so annoying! Sam aren't you even a little mad that you almost died? Or that I had to give you CPR?
Sam: Ok, the CPR part I could do with out, but I still like the story! Good job, Hilary.
Hilary: Thank you! I'm sorry, Dean, that I almost killed Sammy.
Dean: Whatever, it's fine. Just don't do it again.
Hilary: Umm…
Dean: What?
Hilary: I can't promise that.
Dean: What do you mean?
Hilary: I can't promise that I'm not going to hurt him again.
Dean: Why you little-
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