Hey guys! Sorry this took me SOOOO long to update and this isn't the best of chapters either! SORRY! I was very involved in my other one shot "Weep Not For the Memories", soo… yeah that is why it took so long. I would love it if you all dropped in and read Weep Not For the Memories! It is a death fic, about Sam, but it is like filled to the top with brotherly cuteness, but you mmmiiiigggghhhttt cry… so… yeah. But you don't have to read it, I will still love you! Haha!

O0o0o0! YAY! I just read all of the guidelines and they say that I can have author notes as long as it is not just a whole chapter of author notes! Yay!

Well people, our favorite person is back, but yeah, after this I don't care what she/he says so you won't have to deal with them anymore. You can just scroll past this part if you want.

Dear Quan,

Ok, first I will thank you for complimenting my writing. I didn't aknowledge it at first because it was more of a side not than a compliment on your part.

Second, and I am sorry to say this, but you must have some serious problems if you find joy in making people sad. It's kindda messed up.

About the whole "seven year advanced placement' thing, I highly doubt that you had that by 8th grade because that would mean that you would mean you'd have to start in 1st grade.

Oh! And I love how you are saying your writing was SOO good at 14, yet there are none of you stories on here… kindda tells you something, doesn't it?

Yet, still, after every weird, messed up, mean, and untruthful think you have said, I pity you. You really need to learn to have some fun. Like really, what is life when you spend it being nasty and only getting joy out of trying to ruin other's fun?

Lastly, you should know that none of what you said really effected me. I seriously only wrote this because I pity you. Sure, your first review upset me, but my friends made me realize how insignificant you are. So, goodbye Quan, I hope you learn that there's so much more to life than being a bitch,

Hilary

P.S. just so you know, no matter what you say after this, I really don't care. I'm not going to respond.

Ok, done with that, on with the story!

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Dean awoke in the middle of the night.

"12:00, perfect."

He slipped silently out of Sam's bed, desperately trying not to wake him. If he knew what Dean was about to do, he'd kill him.

But that was ok with Dean. As long as Sam was unhurt, he didn't mind if he was mad at him.

Dean would do anything to keep his brother safe.

Even if that meant going after two psychotic ghost all by himself.

Dean slipped into the bathroom. He had a few things that he had to grab in there.

"Hopefully Sammy won't be too mad. I would bring him with me, but this is big. I've already almost lost him twice; I'm not going to do it again."

Pulling his last item out of the small medicine cabinet, Dean flicked off the light to the bathroom and opened the door silently.

Dean stepped into the room, accidentally stepping on a faulty floorboard. He cringed as it creaked under his weight and his eyes shot over to the bed he was just sleeping in.

But the squeaky floor board was the least of his worries.

The bed was empty.

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Sam awoke as he felt his brother's warmth leave him.

"12:00, right on schedule," he thought as he stared at his watch.

Sam waited until his brother had entered the bathroom before he, too, silently slid out of the bed.

He hastily threw on his jacket and grabbed a salt gun, a shovel, and, reaching into Dean's coat pocket, took something that Dean would be VERY angry at him for taking.

"Sorry, Dean, but I can't let you get hurt like Jackson. I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

With one final glance towards the bathroom, Sam Winchester tiptoed out of the motel room and into the black of the night.

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"Sam!" Dean yelled as he sprinted over to the light switch and then to the tiny bed.

"Sammy!"

He dug through the layers of covers that were radiating heat, but there was no Sam to be found.

The eldest Winchester ran around the small hotel room, searching, screaming "Sam", and eliciting aggravated screams from the neighboring rooms.

"God damit, Sammy!"

He knew that his brother was gone. He also knew Sam had not been taken, he had left.

"Probably going after the Micovits. Shit!"

Dean knew that it was no use staying here, so he grabbed his coat and wiped it round his shoulders.

He was just running out the door when he noticed an absence of something else: the jingle of his keys as he moved.

"Oh, god. Tell me he didn't."

The teen raced to the parking lot, praying for something that he knew wasn't there.

Staring at the plain pavement, Dean Winchester let out an aggravated sigh and screamed, letting out his anger.

A few people yelled at him, but they couldn't really blame him. After all he had lost three things to day:

Sammy.

His keys.

And the Impala.

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"It's just like the golf cart. It's just like the golf cart. It'll be easy."

Sam Winchester sat in the driver's seat of his brothers '67 Impala. He held the keys in his sweaty palm. The 14 year old sat there for a long time, unsure and scared of what would happen when he started the car.

Finally, he got up all of his courage and turned the key in the ignition. The tape player came to life as the engine did and blared ACDC.

Sam took a deep breath in, exhaled, and put the car in reverse.

Pushing the gas ever so slightly, the car rolled out of the parking lot at 5mph.

But, no matter what the speed, Sam Winchester was riding of in to the night and into sure peril.

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MUHAHAH! EVIL CLIFFY! Haha, wooww too much sugar.

And now it is time for a much asked for interview!

Hilary: OK, another chapter done. I know it was short, but did you guys like it?

Dean: WHAT! You let a 14 year old drive my car!

Sam: HEY! I'm a good driver!

Hilary: And he is only going 5 mph!

Dean: SO! What if he scratches it! That's not going to happen is it?

Hilary: (whistles) Umm…

Dean: HILARY!

Hilary: Well, I don't know yet! You'll have to see!

Sam: Well, anyway, are you really going to let me fight this thing on my own?

Dean: Yeah! You can't let him do that! You could kill him!

Hilary: Well… he won't die… I don't think.

Sam and Dean: HILARY!

Hilary: Muhahah!

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Sam: So, why didn't you let us come and interview on you other story, "Weep Not for the Memories?"

Hilary: Well… I was going to… but I was too sad. I seriously was crying when I wrote that.

Sam: Haha, yeah, so was Dean.

Dean: SAM! (punches Sam's arm)

Sam: Ouch! Well you were!

Hilary: Aww, you were?

Dean: Well, what do you expect, you killed my brother!

Hilary: hehe, sorry!

Dean: Yeah, well at least I wasn't obsessed with power rangers!

Sam: Well, I was when I was four, but remember, then I said you were my Superhero.

Dean: Yeah, I remember. And then the end. "Good bye, superhero" (his eyes are watering)

Sam: Dean… you ok?

Dean: (all choked up) Yeah, I'm fine, it's allergies. Just turn the camera off.

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So ends another chapter and interview! Who ever reviews gets a hug from Sam or Dean (please tell me which one you want)!

Dean: WHAT!