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Ten Years Ago.

Chapter 5.

At the sound of the Impala pulling into the gravel parking lot of the motel Sam jumped up off the grimy bed. He strode to the window, his legs making a short job of the space. Pulling the grubby, tattered curtain back from the window, revealing the figure of his older brother leaning against the Impala, one arm supported on the roof of the car, his head resting upon it. Sam sighed, letting the curtain to fall back to its original place. He walked slowly back to the bed, pacing, back and forth across the room waiting for his brother to make his appearance.

The door opened. Sam turned. Both men glared.

"Dean, where the hell have you been?" Sam growled stopping mid pace to stare angrily at his brother. Dean sighed and walked slowly past Sam, placing his leather coat onto his bed before sitting upon it himself.

"Dean!" Sam repeated his voice raising a notch. Dean's eyes unflinchingly met Sam's own before he sighed again.

"Sammy can't you let it go."

"No Dean! Where the hell did you go! You just up and left, I didn't even know if you were coming back!"

"What are you trying to say Sammy?" Dean asked a smirk curling his lips.

"Stop it! This isn't funny Dean! Where did you go?" Sam growled as he began pacing again. Dean's eyes flicked up to Sam's striding form, shooting away immediately when Sam glanced at him. "Dean," He pleaded as his heart leapt into his throat as Dean's sad gaze flicked away.

"I just went for a walk."

"Don't even give me that crap." Sam snarled angrily to his brother.

"Sam," Dean said sharply, "When do you have the right to keep tabs on where I go?"

"When my brother just up and leaves like the devil's after him." Sam replied, louder, and sterner than before.

"Nice choice of words there, Sammy…" Dean mumbled quietly a slight smirk playing on his handsome face.

"Stop it! Stop shutting me out! Why won't you talk to me?"

"Sam, there's nothing to say. I just…" Dean stopped at the look of anguish in Sam's eyes the worry that seemed to flow from him and inwardly groaned. Sam could always get an answer from Dean if he played the worried, angst-ridden brother card. Dean sighed and looked at his hands, his hard swallow causing Sam to prepare for the answer he had manipulated from his brother. "I just…went out for a drink. You know…for old time's sake." Dean sighed again glancing up at his little brother, cursing him for bringing him back to this town, cursing himself for bringing up those memories he had so easily choked back and buried all those years ago that threatened to consume him.

Sam's head reeled at the sight of his dejected looking brother on the motel bed, distractedly pulling at the tatty sheets. Why does this town mean so much to Dean? What happened here ten years ago that he won't tell me?

"Dean," Sam defended worriedly sitting opposite his brothers' hunched form. "I was just worried about you,"

"Yeah, well..." Dean muttered grinning inwardly at the fact that he had tricked his little brother into leaving him be. Lying and keeping secrets was second nature to Dean, came as easily as breathing, but it was something different to keep a secret from Sam, harder, like a betrayal, almost cruel. But it was for Sam's own good, that he kept this secret, he didn't need to know what happened here ten years ago.

Instantly all the glee from tricking his brother evaporated leaving Dean with the hurt, the worry and the fear.

"Did you find anything about the case Sam?" Dean asked distracting himself from his feelings to the more important issue; Sam couldn't find out about his past with the Reeds that much he had explained to Jamie when he spoke with her only hour's prior.

"I found the addresses for the disappeared and their families." Sam spoke quietly noticing with saddened awe at how Dean changed the subject so subtly, so easily. "I, um I was thinking that we should go and talk to the families, see if any of the disappeared were acting strange before, you know."

"Sounds like a plan Sammy," Dean said pulling his gaze from the sheets to his still worried brother. Planting a typical Dean smirk on his face he stood up. "Let's go."

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The Impala pulled into the gravel pathway of a small suburban like house. Dean glanced at Sam, eyebrows raised in amusement, trying to disguise the fact that he knew this house, neighbourhood, the family that lived inside. Sam shook his head leaving the car quietly. The car ride had been tense, despite Dean's attempts at a simple conversation with his brother. But Sam however, was still moody as hell, shoved tightly in the corner sending glares that resembled solar flares every time Dean had a stab at making a joke to lighten the mood.

At Sam's departure Dean snorted and left the car, slamming the door shut, earning a glance from Sam. Two can play at that game Sammy boy. Dean strode away up the path, uncaring if his brother followed and stopped at the door that he had just leant against only hour's prior. Praying to God that his plan would work but knowing deep down it wouldn't, he rang the bell, eyes flicking to his brother as he reached the step.

This was the last house and the last family they were to talk to. The two others refused point blankly to say anything more than they had already said to the police and so quite literally this was their last stop.

The door opened with a creak and Dean tensed, knowing full well who was at the door and inwardly winced. Within seconds Dean had realised that his plan was destined to fail, he couldn't pretend he had no idea who this family was and Sam would hate him for the unnecessary lie. Dropping his head slightly he glanced at Sam before the door opened completely and sighed.

"Um, yes?" Jamie said feigning innocence at the men stood on her doorstep.

"Hi, we're from-" Sam started, his speech about their false identities already spilling from his mouth.

"Forget it Jamie," Dean sighed walking past her and into the house.

"Dean, I thought you said-" She called turning in the doorway.

"I know, doesn't matter," He muttered unable to glance at his brother who he knew was sending those same solar flare glares at him from the doorstep. "Hurry up Sammy," Dean called settling himself on the baby blue couch with a slight thud. Flicking his gaze up to his brother when Jamie brought him through he almost laughed at the complete look of confusion slapped across Sam's face. Smirking slightly he turned to his old friend clearing his throat slightly.

"Jamie, this is m'brother Sam, Sam, this is, uh, Jamie." He stuttered slightly at the dark look he got from Sam.

"Sam, nice to finally meet you," She said calmly holding out her hand to the still stunned brother. With a nudge from Dean, Sam was shaken from his stupor. Coughing slightly Sam replied.

"Uh, hi…" There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, the question directed mainly at his brother. "I'm sorry, what the hell is going on here?"

"Wrong time, wrong place, plus it's a long story Sammy." Dean replied with a slight smirk.

"Do, want anything? Coffee? Tea?" Jamie asked, standing in the doorway still, feeling somewhat out of place.

"Nah, we're fine, right Sammy?" Dean prompted nudging his little brother in the ribs.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." Sam replied swallowing thickly.

"So, I take you guys want to ask me some stuff then." She said sitting down on the chair in front of Dean. "Dean said you might." At that Sam's head whipped around to stare at his brother. So, that's where Dean went, the bastard. Who the hell is she anyway? And why does Dean know her? As Dean was about to reply the phone rang shrilly, nodding an apology Jamie stood and left quietly allowing time for Sam to turn and glare at Dean

"Dean, I thought we we're going to meet the family of Jack Reed." He hissed angrily. "Who the hell is she?"

"Jamie is Jack Reed's sister Sam. I was going to tell you, you've…gotta understand that alright." Dean answered softly his gaze never leaving the table in front of him. "I'm not the caring, sharing type remember?" At that Sam snorted loudly.

"That's putting it lightly." Sam muttered darkly glancing at his brother who was smirking slightly. "Fine but we will talk Dean. And no lies, I mean it." He hissed quietly, stopping himself from growling loudly with his fury. Dean chuckled softly at his younger brothers anger and resumed staring at nothing in particular.

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Sam shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He didn't even know who this Jamie person was. And all of this lying from Dean was really starting to piss him off. In fact this whole town was starting to piss Sam off.

Sam sighed and mentally made a note to kill Dean for all of his secrecy, knowing full well that it only caused problems. He stole a glance at his brother, whom, at the moment seemed content to stare into space until Jamie came back.

Thinking about Jamie Sam frowned. She was beautiful no doubt, with her fiery red hair that was curled slightly and her pale skin dappled with pretty freckles. She certainly was a beauty. But there was something about her that Sam didn't like. Unsure whether it was because he had no prior knowledge of this woman or whether there was something supernatural going on. He sighed again, the frown in his brow deepening and glanced at Dean again. There was a glazed look across his eyes like he would keel over at any second.

"Dean?" He whispered gripping his brother's arm. "Dean you alright bro'?" He shook him slightly gaining a swift glance and a small growl from his brother.

"Fine Sammy, quit you're motherin'." Sam smiled at the response and let his brother's arm go.

The moment between the brothers that had transpired was gentle and would be cherished forever were it not for the arrival of Jamie, who smiled lopsidedly and sat on the chair with a thud. Internally growling at her arrival Sam looked up at her.

"Sorry, it was a friend. Anyway, you wanted to ask me some questions about Jack?"

"Yeah," Dean replied tearing his blank gaze from the wall and focussing on the conversation at hand. "Yeah we did."

"'Kay shoot." Jamie smiled, and though the grin did not reach her eyes she kept up the charade. Sam groaned inwardly. Maybe he had better get to know this Jamie before he made any conclusions.

"Right, so we know that Jack disappeared six days ago. Do you know where he was going or why he left?" Dean questioned watching as Jamie glanced at her hands before speaking quietly.

"We'd been arguing. It was about something so stupid I can't even remember what it was…we were shouting at each other and he just exploded and left. I don't know where he was going. He didn't even take his phone."

"Hey, it's alright." Dean whispered reassuringly at the bleary eyed look Jamie gave him.

"Was he acting strange at all before the argument?" Sam asked carefully, entering the conversation for the first time. Jamie sniffed before answering.

"Strange? Like what?"

"I mean was he acting out of character. Leaving the house for long periods of time for no reason, him saying he was being followed, or mentioning seeing things you know that kind of stuff?" Sam provided.

"Well, he wasn't leaving the house for no reason but…he was acting rather skittish you know always checking over his shoulder like he thought someone was following him."

"Did you ever ask him about that?" Dean asked calmly glancing at Sam quickly.

"I, well, I didn't ask him about that but I did ask him whether he as alright. You know if something was bothering him"

"And?" Dean prompted leaning forwards in his seat slightly, glancing at Sam again.

"It sounds silly." She said quietly her head ducking down in embarrassment.

"No, no go on." Sam urged quickly, hoping they would be getting some answers at last! Jamie sighed and looked at Dean and Sam in turn before quietly speaking.

"He said…he said that the darkness was following him."

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Sam sat on the motel bed head in his hands waiting for Dean to return from the bathroom. This was all so confusing. He had no idea what the hell was going on in this godforsaken town, and Sam had half a mind to get in the Impala and drive Dean and himself away. Sighing he lifted his head from his hands, rubbing a hand wearily across his face. Dean had to talk to him. He had seen the shell-shocked look on his face when Jamie had said the darkness was following her brother. And Sam knew that this hunt had something to do with what happened here ten years ago.

With this thought Dean came out of the bathroom, and without sparing Sam a glance sat on his bed. Sam sighed, rubbing his hand over his eyes one last time then looked at his brother.

"Dean, we need to talk about this." Sam spoke quietly in the previously silent motel room.

"Yeah," Dean sighed quietly. "I know Sammy." Dean's back still to his little brother. Sam heard him sigh heavily again. "What do you want to know?"

"What happened here ten years ago? What were you and dad hunting? Why was it so dangerous that I couldn't come? Is it the same-"

"One question at a time, dude." Dean turned, slightly smirking at his younger brother who was all to eager to find out about his time apart from Dean ten years ago.

"Sorry," Sam replied meekly ducking his head. "And it's Sam."

"Yeah whatever geek boy."

"Dean," Sam began his voice unnaturally loud in the quiet room "What did you and dad hunt here ten years ago?" There was a beat of silence that fell heavy upon the brothers.

"It's a long story…" Dean began his voice inexplicably soft and quiet. "We didn't really know what it was at first…I suppose that's why everything went wrong so quickly…" Dean drifted off. His eyes took on that glassy look again. It seemed as if he was revisiting the memory for the first time in years.

"Dean? What was it?" Sam pressed

"Can't you let it go Sam?" He asked quietly flicking his gaze away from his brother.

"No Dean, I can't….You can't. Talk to me man." Dean dropped his head into his hands, locking his fingers around the back of his head. Dean sighed knowing that he should just tell Sam and get it over with. But this truth was too much, too soon, and Dean didn't even know whether this…this thing that they were hunting now was the same he encountered ten years ago with his father. Or maybe he was just in denial.

Torn between telling Sam the truth or not Dean sat still on the motel bed, fingers still linked around the back of his head. Sam shifted and sat next to his brother, concern and worry pouring off him at Dean's apparent dilemma.

"Dean, this is important…it could help us save more people. Please Dean."

"Just stop okay." He drawled removing his fingers from around his head, though he remained bowed down not wanting to Sam to detect the lie in his eyes. "It was a demon alright?"

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