Twenty-five days after

Sam pushed himself up on the elbow, nodding at his own achievement.

Improvement, he praised himself.

He looked around the bedroom. It had been ages since Dean had unpacked their duffle, put their things in the closet, called this place home, but it was only now Sam truly felt like it was home, like he belonged in this house, liked he belonged somewhere.

Much like the opposite of Jess.

Three weeks after

Christmas day was today. Sam had never really been into christmas like the other kids he had known. They got up extra early every christmas out of excitement, which Sam didn't get. Christmas was a holiday, a time to sleep in. He remembered that Christmas where Dean just had got his license and drove Sam to their favourite dinner while his father was obsessed in some case with ghouls.

That had been Sam's favourite christmas.

He tried to remember a christmas where John had actually been there and not caught up in some case but failed. His father avoided him on family holidays, much like other times, but Sam was happy about it. Sure, Dean was grumpy all morning, but later in the day, him and Sam would always find something to do. He remembered that time they visited Bobby when Sam was eight and Dean was twelve. Bobby sort of had a christmas tree that he had brought in from the woods. Really it was just a tree as he didn't have any decorations. John, as usual, used the excuse "I hate christmas" to avoid them, and they all sat in Bobby's living room. It had been a little awkward as Bobby and John and Dean had had a discussion earlier, about John, but later the day was great.

That had been Sam's second favourite christmas.

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Jessica woke up at ten. She brushed her hair, plumped her toothbrush in her mouth, pulled a sweater on and went downstairs. She knew that she was supposed to eat something, but she just wasn't hungry lately. It had been about a week since she returned home, but she didn't feel like she belonged there. Of course she knew that she was supposed to feel at home here, but there was just something unsettling. She actually didn't know any place that felt like home. Her parents thought she was being distant - depressed. They didn't know about her worry for Sam, because she hadn't told them about his shitty life. She had mentioned his name, and now her parents thought that this was all about a guy, other than getting kidnapped that is.

But no, it wasn't. Because Jessica was her own person whose happiness didn't depend on another person. She was just so fucking concerned and felt like crying, and sometimes did, when she thought John placing, even brushing, a hand on Sam. That thought was nauseating.

Twenty-three days after

"Sam, you up?" Dean called from the ground floor, having just arrived back from a recent, and in Sam's opinion, well deserved hunt. Sam knew how Dean enjoyed hunting the bastards of the night and had urged him to go. Dean had spent the night at a motel and desperately wanted a hot shower as the shower in motel he had stayed in, only sprayed cold water.

"M'wake," Sam mumbled, while pulling a hoodie over his bed-hair. He managed to stay away from the mirror in the room as usual, not wanting to see his scars. He never wanted to see them. He just wanted to forget it, to forget everything.

January the 6th

It was the first day back at school after the Christmas break, and Jessica looked fierce. Her hair fell loosely beneath her shoulders. Her blue eyes were fixed on the girl at the end of the hallway.

Ines stood by her locker. The final class had just rung out and people were bustling towards the door. Soon, Ines was the only one, apart from Jessica, standing in the hallway. Ines sighed, slamming her locker shut like she was in some cliché high school movie. She turned and stared at the blue eyed girl walking swiftly and confidently in her direction. It was breathtaking.

"Hi Jess," Ines said, in a low voice. They hadn't had a conversation since Jessica returned. Ines was about to stifle an awkward cough, when the most unexpected thing happened.

Jessica leaned towards Ines, about to press her lips against hers. She looked up, gazing her eye's into Ines, who nodded. Jessica opened her mouth slightly, and softly yet passionately, pressed them to Ines's. Ines raised her arms and wrapped them around Jessica's shoulders. Jessica held Ines's waist against hers, just like Sam had done with her.

Ines let her tongue slightly into Jessica's, who returned it.

"Sam," Jessica was about to whisper, but held her tongue back. Sam was all she could think of, all she could imagine.

Jessica squeezed her eyes tightly together, trying to block out the image of Sam.

Jessica felt like shit. The kiss was nice, but all she could think about was another person.

Fuck it, I need to forget, Jessica said to herself. I do like Ines, she thought, mainly so that it didn't feel like she was using her just to get over Sam.

I'm such a jerk, Jessica beat herself up.

December 27th - Twenty-four days after

Sam was sitting on the couch and Bobby couldn't keep his eyes off him. Sam felt self-conscious and the feeling of needing to move was overpowering. He stood up from the couch. He knew that he should have been comfortable, especially at Bobby's, but there was just something in the back of his mind telling him that he should move around, get his mind off everything.

"You look better," Bobby spoke up, as he watched Sam grab his jacket. Sam nodded.

"I am," he said, without lying. He did feel better but he knew that he still needed time. He pushed his jacket on.

"Is it okay if I go for a walk?" Sam asked politely.

"Sam, why would you even ask that? Of course you can go," Bobby said in a happy yet confused tone, until he thought about why Sam asked. Dean would never ask, probably just mention that he was going to go out quickly, unless he snuck out, and if that was the situation, he wouldn't say a word. But then again, Dean hadn't been through the same hell as Sam had. Bobby shivered. He still couldn't stand the thought of John hurting Sam. And he had done it for such a long time. He watched as Sam smiled, and left.

I should have known, Bobby thought, angry at himself. I should've noticed that something was dreadfully wrong between John and him. Bobby bore heavy guilt on his shoulders. I should have been with him, together with Dean.

Dean came down the stairs at that very moment.

"Hey Bobby, where's Sam?" he asked.

"Went for a walk," Bobby answered.

"What?" Dean asked, as though Bobby spoke an alien language.

"A walk. It's a thing you do when you want fresh air and exercise," Bobby remarked.

"Alone?"

"Obviously," Bobby answered, but then noticed Dean biting his lip in worry.

"Stop assuming the worst, Dean. Trust your brother," Bobby said calmly. Dean shook his head.

"I should have assumed the worst from the start. I should have noticed this ages ago. I'm so stupid," he said, nearly weeped, while burying his head in his hands. Bobby looked at the broken man who stood before him. His heart ached. He hadn't thought how this was for Dean. For Dean to see his beloved little brother getting hurt, was unimaginable… Yet it had happened.

Dean lifted his head.

"How can I trust him Bobby? How do I know that he won't cut again - give up again?" His voice broke at the end.

"Dean, that attitude won't help," Bobby grumbled, although he could see the point of Dean's comment clearly.

"John said that I should never to make assumptions," Dean said. Bobby's face turned white. Dean hadn't brought up John in quite a while now and it was first now, Bobby could see the damage the bastard had inflicted upon the young man. The young man who grew up too fast.

"Dean…" Bobby said comfortably, but then had nothing more to add. He knew anything he would say, would be utterly useless. Sure, he could yell on the top of his voice: "SCREW JOHN FUCKING WINCHESTER!", but what good would that do? Dean knew John was a bastard, Bobby knew it too, Sam knew it too well. Hell, anyone who had ever met John knew what a prick he was. Bobby shook his head. He repeated his earlier though, I should have realized Sam's situation earlier. "Dean…" Bobby repeated.

"How is Sammy even keeping it together?" Dean ask, his voice re-broken. Sam hadn't kept it together at the end, but how could he have sustained all those years at John's hands?

"I don't know Dean," Bobby said, while shaking his head. "How are you keeping it together?" Bobby asked, generally concerned about the young man's well being. Dean shrugged.

"Better than Sam," he said. "Damn it, this is not about me, Bobby. I have to take care of Sam."

"And I have to take care of the both of you," Bobby replied calmly. "Dean, I need to know, how are you doing?"

Dean huffed. He thought about opening up to Bobby, but that was just show how damaged he was. He literally shivered. He remembered finding Sam on the motel room floor. He remembered finding him in the bathroom. He remembered feeling, and still felt, too worried to be more than ten minutes away from him. He worried about Sam and it tore him apart, but he knew that he, himself, hadn't been through the worst.

How could two brothers have such different childhoods?

A tear rolled down his cheek.

Bobby took a step closer and put a supportive hand on Dean's shoulder.

Dean continued crying. He had lost a father and Sam had been so distant, it seemed like he had lost him too. They never had any normal conversations anymore, just awkward "are you okay"'s and overwhelming yelling.

"We'll take care of it," Bobby said, with a smile only he could pull off.

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It was past Christmas and a while since Jessica had last seen Sam. She decided not to dwell in the past anymore, because what was the point of that? She was not going to be one of those people who was obsessed with another person. She had decided that her life didn't revolve around one person. Jessica didn't need Sam in her life anymore, she wasn't going to cry about the guy that she had only known for a short amount of time, and had thought about all christmas holiday.

This wasn't fucking Romeo and Juliet.

But then again, she had not only been crying because he had broken-up with her, the saddest part was all the shit Sam had been through. It was beyond imaginable. She just wanted him to be happy. When Jessica cried about Sam, she didn't cry because he had been her girlfriend, she cried out of worry. What a horrible, miserable life he must have had. Jessica wondered if she had even helped at all. Sam had been through so much he didn't deserve and so many people barely acknowledge his existence. She cried over him because he was so nice yet so damaged. He was only fifteen and had already gone through hell.

At least he's together with Dean now, she concluded.

A/N: HOW DO I END THIS? I really don't know how to wrap things up.

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