A/N: Thank you for continuing this journey with me. Dean catches up to Sam and the healing begins. I do like to know your thoughts, please review. NC

Chapter 3

Dean left the hospital and went to the Impala to grab his laptop from the backseat. He dropped into the driver's seat and booted it up hoping Sam had stopped somewhere and he could get the location. Once the home page came up, he pulled up the program and typed in the cell number to find its location. The program when through its steps and showed a map with a star, pinpointing where it was at. It looked stationery and Dean zoomed in to see the address. It was for a motel outside of some small town in Oklahoma. He checked the quickest route there and hoped his brother would stay there until he could get to him. He had about a seven-hour drive, which was good. That would give him time to think about what he was going to say. He needed to approach Sam very carefully and not scare him off. He didn't want to lose his brother again and go through the agony and grief that he had experienced the past months.

After closing out of the program and shutting the laptop off, Dean pulled from the hospital parking lot and headed toward the main road that would get him to an interstate heading south. If the traffic was moving good, he figured to catch up to Sam by late afternoon, that is, if he stayed at that motel. Maybe luck would be on his side and he wouldn't have to chase him halfway across the country before catching up to him, but he was prepared to do whatever it took to find him. This time he wasn't stopping.

He wasn't sure how to take what their father had hinted at, that Sam may be dangerous. Dean didn't see it that way. He had to be sure Sam knew that he was on his side and he would be there for him no matter what. That's what family did. They stuck together through the good times and more importantly through the bad. He hoped their Dad would see that too and not be so skeptical and shun or alienate Sam more than he felt already.

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Storm clouds were gathering in front of him and Dean knew he was going to be running right into it. He hoped it wouldn't last long and he could drive out of it before getting to the motel where Sam had stopped. He tried not to speculate about what could have happened to him so he wouldn't be biased when he learned the truth. After what he saw Sam do to the ghouls, he was certain it wasn't going to be easy to hear but he needed to know if he was going to help him. So much about Sam had changed in such a short period of time.

The farther he drove, the darker the clouds got until random drops of rain started to fall from the sky and then suddenly the storm engulfed him. The rain pounded on the Impala and Dean slowed as the traffic around him did the same. He had flipped on the windshield wipers and put them on high so he could see the road in front of him. He listened to the fast swishing back and forth they made and squinted to see through the heavy downpour. He leaned forward to wipe the windshield and flipped the heat to defrost.

Streaks of lightening rocked from the sky to the ground off in the distance and if he wasn't worried about his brother, he would have pulled over to enjoy the light show, but he had more pressing matters to deal with. The storm only lasted for about thirty minutes before he was running out of it and then it settled to a light rain for a few more miles until it stopped. He loosened his grip on the wheel and rolled his shoulder to relieve some of the tension as he settled back down and picked up speed, keeping pace with the traffic. He relaxed and began forming a plan in his head thinking he knew how to break the ice with his brother.

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Noises in the parking lot woke Sam from a deep sleep. He rolled over and stretched looking toward the digital clock on the nightstand and saw it was after four. He was sure by the brightness that came in around the curtain it was in the afternoon and not morning. He would have stayed in bed and gone back to sleep, but his stomach was rumbling with hunger and wasn't going to let him sleep anymore until he fed it. With a huff, he threw back the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, gathering his thoughts before heading for the bathroom to shower. He would walk down to one of the places near the motel and grab something to eat and see how he felt afterwards before deciding whether to leave or stay another night. He was still tired but could leave if he wanted.

He switched on the heat and turned on the water before taking off his clothes and adjusting the temperature of the spray. Sam stepped into the hot spray and sighed as it beat on his body. It washed away the remnants of stress, worry, uncertainty, and apprehension, letting them swirl down the drain. The water pressure was good, and he let the jets of water beat on his shoulders and neck to relieve the pent-up tension that had settled there. After shampooing his hair, washing his body and rinsing, Sam cut off the water and grabbed a towel to dry off before stepping from the tub. He wrapped the towel around his lean hips and cinched it. Sam opened the door to the bathroom and stepped into the other room just as the door to his room opened allowing someone to enter. Without thinking, Sam automatically threw out his hand and pinned whoever was breaking in, to the wall and heard cursing from a familiar voice.

Dean found the motel and checked online for a pizza place to pick up dinner before stopping there. He was going to try smoothing the way with beer and food hoping that would make him more pliable and willing to talk to him. After picking up two pizzas and a salad for Sam, he stopped at a convenience store a couple of businesses down from the motel and grabbed a six pack of beer. Satisfied with his purchases and frowning when his stomach growled from the aroma of the food, he pulled into the motel parking lot.

It didn't take him long to find Sam's car and pulled in beside it. He got out hoping he was right on the room and went to the door to knock. Not getting an answer, Dean sat the pizza and beer down and pulled out his kit to pick the lock, checking around to be sure no one saw him. He pushed open the door with his purchases in each hand and was suddenly flattened against the wall by an invisible force. The beers dropped with a small thump to the carpeted floor and he tried to grab the pizza boxes before they hit the floor, letting a string of curse words out when suddenly the boxes stopped falling and hung in midair.

"Damnit Dean, why are you breaking into my room?" Sam complained angrily when he saw it was him and let him go so he could grab the pizza boxes.

"Christ Sammy, I only brought pizza and beer," Dean huffed getting his hands back on the boxes so they wouldn't fall to the floor. He looked to his brother who was grabbing at the towel that was covering his naked body. He noticed something new on his chest above his heart. It was a tattoo of some kind and wondered what made him get it. "Why don't you put some clothes on? You hungry? I even got you some rabbit food too, and a couple of dressings since I didn't know what you would want." Dean walked on into the room trying to be casual about everything and set the items on the table.

Sam stood there staring at his brother in surprise and shock. He was acting like what just happened to him was nothing unusual or creepy or weird. He opened his mouth to say something, but the enticing aroma of the pizza hit him, and his stomach growled loudly.

"See, even your stomach agrees with me," Dean smirked not turning to look at Sam. He wanted to act as normal as possible and put Sam at ease.

Sam grunted a reply before rummaging around in his duffle for clothes. He slipped back into the bathroom and quickly put them on so he could join his brother for dinner.

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Dean had pizza dished out on a couple of napkins and beer bottles opened when he came back out. He moved to the table and sat down, not looking at Dean as he picked up the slice of pizza and took a bite. He couldn't help moaning as the flavors hit his taste buds and he chewed quickly so he could take another bite. Sam opened the salad and poured one of the dressings over it before mixing it with a fork and taking a bite. Everything tasted so good and deep down he was glad Dean had found him. He could hear Dean eating and should have known he would track him down. He didn't try to make conversation as they ate their dinner. Sam sipped the beer and burped softly, excusing himself as he continued to eat. Sam kept his eyes downcast as he ate and his walls up not wanting to hear Dean's thoughts again.

It was only after most of the pizzas were gone and two more beers were drunk that Sam slowed down wanting to let what he had eaten settle in his stomach. He felt stuffed and knew he ate too much, but he couldn't help it. Food had been low on his priorities recently. He had been more concerned with learning about and how to control the powers that he had. Sam had picked up protein shakes, fresh fruit and vegetables and some lean meats to make meals while he stayed at the cabin. He did make himself eat one good meal a day to keep his strength up and so he could continue to train both physically and mentally. He watched Dean get up and throw away the trash and one pizza box before heading to the bathroom and closing the door.

Dean pushed the door closed behind him and breathed a sigh of relief. So far, his brother had not demanded that he leave, and he felt like that was a win. He moved to the commode and used it before going to the sink and washing up knowing he couldn't put off facing Sam any longer. He needed to do this, there was no way around it, so he went to the door, opened it and stepped back into the room. Sam had pulled the bag from the trash can and was tying the top before moving toward the door.

"I'm going to get rid of the trash, so we don't have to smell pizza for the rest of the day," Sam told him. He didn't wait for a reply before heading out the door and going to find the dipsy dumpster that sat off to the side of the motel.

Dean headed to the table and pulled the last two beers from the cardboard container. He waited patiently for Sam to return and he worked on building his courage to ask Sam about what he had done to him and what had happened to him during the past two months. Sam had pinned him to the wall without even touching him and he stopped the pizza boxes from falling. He knew there was a long name for it but couldn't think of it at the moment. Dean didn't know how Sam had learned that and wondered if he could do other things. John had told him to be careful that Sam wasn't the same person he had been when he took off for college and that was an understatement. Sam never showed any signs of psychic abilities growing up and that confused him even more. There had to be other things for him to be able to kill the Demon that had been their Dad's lifelong mission for revenge.

Sam paused outside the door to his room and stood there for a moment steeling his nerves, knowing he was going to have to tell Dean something. His big problem was he didn't know how Dean would respond to it. He didn't think he could take him walking away from him and his too full stomach churned with doubt. Should he come clean with Dean, or not tell him about his abilities, except for the telekinesis which he had just experience. Knowing he couldn't stay outside any longer, he opened the door and stepped back into the room to see Dean standing by the table with two beers sitting on it.

"Wanna finish off the six pack?" Dean asked picking up the beers and holding one out to him.

"Might as well," Sam sighed moving closer to take it. "How's Dad?" he asked cautiously.

"Doing good by the doctor's report. He wants him to stay in the hospital at least three of four days and you know how that went over with Dad," Dean chuckled.

"Yeah, I remember," Sam agreed laughing softly too but then the tension came back and hung heavy in the room.

"So, you maybe wanna talk?" Dean asked in a calm, non-threatening voice trying to get Sam to look at him.

"Yeah I guess we should," he replied with a sigh. Sam moved to the bed and arranged the pillows so he could lean back against the headboard with one leg on the bed and one hanging over the side. He watched Dean move a chair from the table and sit it down by the bed and straddled it. Sam sipped his beer to wet his mouth that had suddenly gone dry and cleared his throat trying to work up the courage to start. He licked his lips as his mind raced with words he could say, but should he? An idea came to mind, but he wondered if his brother would let him do it and if it would work. Sam had read about it but hadn't had a chance to try it. "I have a better way of telling you if you're willing to try it," Sam told him as he glanced up at Dean and quickly back down, waiting for Dean's response.

"If it'll let me know what happened to you, then yeah, I'll do it," Dean agreed. "What should I to do?"

Sam looked to the other bed and then to his trying to decide the easiest way to proceed. "Why don't you join me on the bed?" he asked cautiously, not sure how Dean would react to the request.

"Yeah, sure, why not," Dean shrugged. He stood up and moved around the bed to sit down beside Sam, adjusting the pillow behind his back. Once he was settled, Dean turned slightly toward his brother waiting to see what would happen next. He had to trust his brother and not show any fear or doubt. Sam would never hurt him; he was sure of that.

Sam reached his trembling hand out and pressed his cool fingers to Dean's temple, glad he didn't shy away from his touch. He closed his eyes to concentrate on the night that changed his life forever.