(Chapter 6. I kinda like this one. We're getting into something that I kinda left hanging, I bet you all thought I forgot about it didn't you?
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It was late. The green numbers on the clock said that it was past midnight, nearing one O' clock in the morning. Sam was asleep and Dean really should have been in bed as well. But he was still up working on that stupid ode. He had switched the topic to Sam instead of the car hoping it would be easier but he still could not get it right. Three sheets of paper had been tosses aside all with pieces of a poem on it then crossed out.
Sam
My younger brother
Hazel eyes
And blond hair
Sammy
The one I have to protect
Sam
Smart
Kind
And caring.
None of them sounded right or they just sounded cheesy. Opening his desk drawer he got out a stick of gum and chewing it Dean started to make a list of all the qualities of Sam hoping it would help him think of what he wanted to say. Right in the middle of writing he heard a scream. Jumping up and knocking over his bedside lamp he threw open his door and went right next door into Sam's bedroom only pausing to turn on the bedroom light. Sam was tangled in his sheets tossing and turning still screaming at the top of his lungs. Dean made his way around books and the Hotwheels set to Sam.
"Sam, hey Sam. Come on tiger wake up." Dean said gently shaking Sam awake. Sam shot up like a rocket and slapped Dean in the face and reeled away from his brother with an almighty scream of "NO DON"T YOU DARE TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!" fell off his bed. Dean winced as he heard Sam's body hit the floor and a low moan as Sam woke up.
"Sammy, you ok buddy?" Dean asked as he got up and went around and helped Sam up. As soon as they were situated on the bed Sam with his head on his pillow and Dean sitting next to him running his hand up and down Sam's back Sam started talking.
"They tried to take me away from you De." It was so soft that Dean had to ask Sam to repeat it again.
"Sam, I've told you, nothing is going to keep me from raising you ok?" Dean said patently.
"I know you said that like a thousand times Dean, but you also said yourself that I could get sent back to John." Sam said sitting up. Dean sighed. He didn't know what to say anymore to try to calm Sam's fears of being taken away. It was a logical fear, it's not like he could say 'that's not going to happen' because it could happen.
"Sam, I'll try my very best to make sure we stay together. Ok." Dean whispered.
"Cross your heart?" Sam asked.
"Cross my heart." Dean said.
"Can you sing to me?" Sam asked. Dean smiled.
"No Sammy, not tonight. Go to sleep." Dean whispered as he gave Sam one last pat on the back and moved to the door, turning around to look one last time at Sam he whispered "Angels are watching over you." Then he made his way back to his bedroom and crawled into bed and stared out the window at the snow coming down heavy onto the busy New York streets.
The next morning the radio said that all elementary, middle and high schools where closed due to the snow storm, unfortunately for Dean that meant he had to leave Sam at home for the day.
"Dean, I'll be fine ok." Sam said "I was home all by myself when I was sick why should today be any different?"
"I don't know, we could have a lot of fun, you could hang out in the college library while I have my classes and then we could have lunch with Rach and my friend Kenny." Dean said "Maybe we could even do some poking around in the tunnel?"
"Dean you promised Bobby you would leave the tunnel alone." Sam said.
"I said I wouldn't do any ghost hunting." Dean smiled "I said nothing about research."
"I could do the research for you while you're in class then tell you what I found at lunch." Sam said grabbing his boots.
"That's the spirit." Dean said and shouldered his backpack the brothers made their way to the college.
"Ok, let's see." Sam said talking to himself as he went up and down the row of books trying to find the ones he was looking for. Finally he found the college year books form the 60s, taking the books from 1966 to 1970 Sam sat down at a table by the window and started flipping through them. The 1966 year book turned up nothing as did the 1967 and 1968. Thinking he may have to use Dean's college ID to get onto a computer he flipped through the 1969 yearbook and at the end was a page with black lettering saying
IN MEMORY
Of
Maggie Jones
1950-1968
"Hello Maggie Jones." Sam said grinning at the black and white photograph of a teenage girl sitting by a tree with a book in her lap but there was nothing under the photograph. He set it aside and looked through the 1970 year book as well to see if there was any other girls who had died. Maggie was the only one. Finding out you couldn't check out yearbooks he made note of the year and page number he slid the books back and wondered out of the library to get some exercise.
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