Author- Luna P aka Nikki
Rating- R/M, still don't get the new rating system --U
Warnings- Wincest, angst, language, I think the incest is the major thing here, oh and there's slash n.n enjoy.
Disclaimer- Ah, not again, nope I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters, infact the only thing I own is the plot, I hope that's something n.n Oh, I also own Alex, he belongs to me n.n so if you would like to borrow please ask n.n
Summary- What exactly did Sam say to Dr Ellicot and what if Dean somehow found out?
Thanks to all reviewers, sorry that this is soo late but I got stabbed in the leg (glares at jakisbishlygay) just joking I found that review hilarious, I really just had computer troubles, sorry and here is the next chapter…
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The problem with visions…
Sam awoke the next morning to feel the gentle breath running through his hair, the soft, steady heartbeat beneath his ear and the wondrously warm skin against the side of his face. He felt at ease even before his mind had cleared of the sleep that seemed to hang in it like cobwebs. Even before he actually knew who was lying beside him. He glanced up to see that Dean was still asleep and the memories of last night came flooding back to him, the memories of that dream. Of Dean, of the gun, of shooting him. It was all just way too close to home for Sam's liking.
Dean shifted slightly and Sam frowned, he wanted just a few more minutes like this, just lying against Dean, having him so close. He got what he wanted, after a few seconds Dean settled back into what appeared to be a peaceful sleep. Sam smiled softly and lifted his head from where it had been resting against his older brother's chest, sliding up and gently nuzzling against the elder's neck. He wasn't entirely sure why he had done that, it had just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Had felt so natural, so normal, he sighed against the elder's skin, his eyes falling closed, savouring the moment.
He wasn't sure how long he lay like that, Dean's arm casually thrown over his waist, his head buried lovingly into the crook of his brother's neck. He just knew that sometime later he felt a hand running soothingly through his hair. He didn't bother to open his eyes, he knew that it was Dean, knew that he had woken up a few moments before. They still loved each other, Sam was sure of that but there was just so much in the way. So much confusion and uncertainty, so much hurt. That neither of them knew what to do with each other, what they could say, and or do, to make things right again.
With a sigh Sam opened his eyes, staring directly at the flesh that covered his older brother's neck, Dean's hand continued to stroke through the younger's hair, seemingly in a world of his own. He would do anything for Sammy, despite what he himself wanted. Last night when Sam had woke up screaming and panting; Dean was just going to pretend to still be asleep. Not yet ready to hold Sam and comfort him. Though when he had seen the tears falling silently down his baby brother's cheeks. He knew that he couldn't just lye there and do nothing, he had to comfort him, had to rock him back to sleep and tell him that everything was going to be ok, because he was his older brother and that was his job. Had been since their mother had died all those years ago, and he wasn't about to renounce it now.
"You ok Sammy, you were a little shook up last night," Dean explained softly, Sam yawned and nodded against Dean's chest.
"Yeah, just a bad dream was all," Dean sighed, his hand still running through the messy brown hair belonging to his younger brother. "What's the time?" He asked still refusing to move from where he was pressed against the elder, Dean lifted his wrist, glancing at the clock face on his watch.
"Half seven, come on we'd best get to work," Dean muttered, untangling himself from Sam and stretching, he flinched slightly, his shoulder jarring, it had loosened up but it was far from being completely healed. Sam watched his brother get up and walk into the bathroom, they had been correct in assuming that the mirror would be fixed by the time they got back. It had been and there had also been a bill left on the side cabinet that Dean had yet to pay. He heard the shower being turned on and stood from the bed slowly making his way into the bathroom.
"So are we going to go see Alex today?" Sam asked as he turned the tap on and began to brush his teeth, cringing at how the name had slipped out of his mouth. Could he have made it anymore obvious that he was jealous of the kid?
"Yeah, we need to get that information and he's the only one who can get it for us," Dean explained, figure hidden by the shower curtain, Sam just sighed and leant against the sink as he stared at the shower. At where he could just about see his brother's silhouette against the curtain that separated them.
"Then what are we going to do?" Sam asked after he'd rinsed his mouth out, returning to where he had been leaning against the basin.
"Then we go back to the Orphanage, we finish this and hit the road,"
"No Dean, we're going to sit down and talk before we leave." Sam corrected, Dean just rolled his eyes and turned off the water, grabbing the towel that he had thrown over the shower curtain rail and gently dabbing himself off before wrapping it around his waist and pulling back the shower curtain. If Sam wouldn't have been so aware of himself in that moment and what he was doing then he knew that his jaw would have dropped. Thankfully he was in control and so he saved himself from what could have been a potentially embarrassing and strange situation.
"Whatever Sammy, we'll talk ok, when all this is over we'll talk, right now hurry up and take a shower so that we can speed all this up." Dean said as he strolled out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Dean sighed softly and dropped the towel as he dug through his duffel bag for some fresh boxer shorts and clothes in general. After changing he sat down on the edge of the bed and took out his phone and the piece of paper that Alex had given him.
Shaking his hair and drying it the best he could with a towel Sam wrapped one round his waist and walked out of the bathroom to see Dean sat on the edge of his bed, talking on his phone. He chuckled slightly and shook his head as he leant back down and stared up at the ceiling, paying absolutely no attention to Sam as he began to dress.
"So he was that pissed off hey? Nice," Dean chuckled once again running a hand through his still slightly damp hair as he stared up at the paint that had begun to peel on the ceiling. "What a jerk… no it never really came up," The elder male mused softly obviously thinking about whatever the other person on the phone had just said in great detail. "Yes I'm sure and he wasn't pissed off… just… well, I'm not sure what his problem was, he just doesn't like me doing that kind of thing." Dean muttered softly, that got Sam's attention he was fairly certain that his older brother had been talking about him.
"Dean, what, who is it? Are you talking about me?" Sam asked as he slid on a shirt and started buttoning it up. Dean just shushed him and waved him off before getting back to his conversation. Sam growled and sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at his brother.
"I don't know the 'selling myself for shit' kind of thing." Dean elaborated, causing Sam to growl, was it so wrong to not want his brother to sell his body to get whatever they needed? He didn't think so but apparently Dean had very different views. In Dean's mind Sam was in the wrong for not thinking that it was ok to whore oneself away in order to get something. He didn't think that it was necessary, there were other way's to get information. "Glad to see that someone understands kid,"
"Let me guess, Alex," Sam practically snarled the name
"Yeah, ok, thanks kid, see you soon, bye," Dean mumbled, flipping his phone shut and sitting up to look over at Sam. "Alex has got the information, he said we can come pick them up now or whenever he doesn't mind." Dean asked noting the slight frown on Sam's face. "What's wrong Sam?" Dean asked softly,
"You, acting like I'm not here, talking about me to some complete stranger," and as the words left his mouth Sam realised that saying that made him such a hypocrite. Of course it was far too late, the words had already left his mouth. He saw the smirk tug at Dean's lips, saw the flash of pain and betrayal that was quickly masked by indifference.
"I don't even have to say it do I Sam, you know how hypocritical that statement was. Now come on, we've got to go," Dean instructed as he picked up his leather jacket and headed towards the door. Sam sighed and stood from the bed, following Dean and closing the door behind them.
Once again they drove in silence, Dean not even entertaining the idea of delving into a long conversation with his baby brother. He didn't even put on the radio, for once actually enjoying the silence. Sam just leant his head against the window, drifting off into his internal musings. Thinking about Dean, about the Asylum back in Illinois, about the dream he had had last night. Thought about waking up in Dean's arms, how absolutely wonderful that had felt.
"We're almost there," Dean mumbled softly as he took the second turning in the woods, finally turning onto the long driveway that led up to the house. Sam frowned, biting his tongue, there was so much that he wanted to say about Alex, he wanted to slag him off, tear him down. But he knew that the only reason he wanted to do that was because Dean seemed to really like the kid. God, why was he so jealous, he had never felt like this before, not even when Dean practically threw himself at girls.
With a soft sigh he ran his hand through his hair, he was just so confused right now, Sam was so deep in thought that he didn't even realise that the car had stopped until Dean shook his shoulder gently and told him to snap out of it.
"Great," Sam mumbled half-heartedly as he and Dean stepped out of the car and walked towards the house. Dean softly knocked on the wooden door, humming softly underneath his breath as he waited for the door to be opened. A few seconds later the door opened to reveal Sheriff Macabre, he growled softly upon seeing Dean and even though he was stood behind him Sam could tell that Dean was grinning that stupid school-boy grin of his. Pushing Dean behind him slightly, Sam smiled and greeted the sheriff. "Hi sir, we're here to see Alex." Sam explained, the Sheriff sighed and stepped aside motioning for the two to come in.
"He's upstairs in his room," the older male explained as he closed the door behind the two brothers' "you better not touch my son," the Sheriff growled as Dean breezed past him. Sam smiled softly and once again stepped inbetween the Sheriff and his brother, effectively separating the two.
"Hey, it's ok, nothing's going to happen, we'll be skipping town soon, we're just here to say goodbye is all." Sam explained, the Sheriff stared at him for a while before nodding and turning to head back into the kitchen. Sam sighed and pushed Dean in the direction of the stairs just as the elder male turned to speak to them again.
"Try to keep your lover on his leash please," The sheriff muttered in reference to the two males currently stood in his company. Sam just smiled and nodded.
"I'll do my best sir," Sam said, not denying anything, Dean had been right after all, who cared what other people thought. Dean stared at him in mild shock before he was once again shoved up the stairs by his younger brother.
"What was that about?" Dean asked, voice slightly more high-pitched than usual, Sam just chuckled and shrugged.
"If he thinks that you're sleeping with me then he doesn't think that you're sleeping with Alex and you might just leave here without a bullet lodged in your head." Sam growled, continuing to push Dean up the stairs, the elder sighed and shrugged as they reached the landing. Taking the directions the Sheriff had given to them. Dean knocked lightly on the door, there was no response to the knocking so after several minutes waiting the elder merely shrugged and opened the door, walking in.
The boy didn't glance up as they entered, didn't even realise that they were there, he was sat on his bed, leaning against the wall, he had a sketchbook in his lap, mindlessly sketching out images with a piece of charcoal. His hands were black with the powder from the stick. He had earphones in, his Ipod lying beside him on the bed. The black hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, every once in a while the blue-eyed male would reach up to brush stray hair out of his eyes, only to leave a trail of charcoal on his pale flesh.
Dean smirked sitting down beside the boy, being extra careful not to disturb him or cause the bed to shift too much. Sam just watched his brother, wondering why exactly he was so on edge. He glanced down at the picture, various trees twisted and contorted with birds perched atop the branches, a moon looming in the distance with wolves stalking the ground below. It was good, very good, Alex brushed his hair out of his face once more leaving a dark smudge of charcoal where his hand had passed.
Dean casually leant forward, brushing the black smudge from the younger male's face, Alex glanced up, his eyes not filled with surprise. Just amusement, he smirked softly and rubbed his hands against his jeans before placing the drawing aside and removing the earplugs.
"Sorry, I was in a world of my own there," he explained with a soft smile leaning against the wall, "I didn't even here you come in, " he muttered cracking his knuckles, Dean smirked and shrugged.
"Don't worry about it, though I didn't think I'd be seeing the inside of your bedroom this early on in the relationship." Alex chuckled softly and shrugged,
"What can I say? A good looking guy like you, I just can't handle myself," Alex smirked softly, Dean smirking back. Sam wasn't sure whether he wanted to punch Alex or throw up.
"Dean we don't have a lot of time you know," Sam ground out through clenched teeth, his hands fisted tightly at his sides. Dean glanced over at his younger brother with a slight frown, wondering what was wrong with Sam and why he was acting so edgy, with a soft sigh and a roll of his eyes Dean nodded and turned back to look at Alex.
"Did you manage to get the files?" Dean asked, Alex smirked and nodded,
"Of course, did you doubt me?" Alex asked leaning closer to Dean, the elder smirked and shook his head, also leaning in so that they were only millimetres apart by now the twitch at the corner of Sam's eye was more than obvious.
"No way, I would never doubt you, you seem so damn good at everything," Dean gave the 'everything' a slight emphasis,
"Eh hem, so, where are the files." Alex sighed softly and leant back standing from the bed and walking over to his desk draw, he opened it and lifted several file folders from the drawer,
"Take a seat," Alex said softly, motioning to the bed and the place Alex had just been sat in moments ago, Sam gave a slight smile and a nod and sat down in the offered place. More than happy to be putting some distance between the boy and his brother. Alex then grabbed the chair from his desk, placing it infront of the bed and sitting down before causally flipping open the folder. "Ok, this is basically all about when, where and why Rosenkreuz was founded…"
"Yeah we read something like that at the local library," Sam stated, sounding completely unimpressed, if that was all that Alex had come up with then surely they had merely wasted their time with coming here. And Dean had kissed the boy for nothing… that thought made him feel quite ill…
"Yeah, there's a newspaper article there or something but trust me this goes into way more detail, uh, for example, did you know all about Peter and Evangeline Rosenkreuz? What they were like, their relationships, their backgrounds, what they looked like even?" Sam shook his head, Alex merely gave a small smile, "here, this says it all, it's got pictures and detailed background information on both Peter and Evangeline." Alex stated handing him the file. Sam took it from the boy, smiling softly,
"Thanks," Sam muttered as he held the file open so that Dean could see it, the first page was all about Christian Rosenkreuz, the founder of the Orphanage, a picture or an old man yet strong looking man attached to the top of the page via a paper clip. The next page was all about Peter, explaining about his military background and strict upbringing again a picture was attached to the top, a man in his late thirties and in full military uniform staring blankly at whoever was taking the photo.
He then turned the page only to have the file snatched away by Dean who then proceeded to stare at the picture adorning the page with narrowed eyes. After a few minutes of silence Sam and Alex both inquired about Dean's reaction, both giving an undignified 'what.' He tore his gaze from the picture, glancing up at Alex before allowing his gaze to settle on Sam.
"This woman," he said showing them the picture, "Sammy, you remember that night when I crashed the Impala,"
"Yeah, it was only a night or two ago, you were driving back from the take out place or something, it was the night when… we talked about the tape…" Sam muttered, mentally cursing himself for bringing that up, why couldn't he just let it die? Sometimes he really did think that he was stupid or something.
"That's the one, well the woman, the apparition I told you appeared in the back seat, this is her, Evangeline Rosenkreuz, and the little girl, I'm guessing that she would have been one of the children at the Orphanage." Dean explained softly as he passed the file to Sam, allowing him to get a better look. Alex stayed silent for a while, absorbing all of the information that he was currently receiving. "I'm sorry we have to tell you all of this Alex, I don't like doing it, telling kids that there really are things in their closets. I haven't liked doing it from day one, not even telling Sammy."
"Don't worry about it, I'm ok, I might not look it but I can be tough when I need to be," Alex explained with a slight smirk, Sam frowned in distaste, the double meaning blindingly obvious. Dean merely smirked back, "anyway, the rest of the files pretty much just explain what happened, why it was shut down what happened afterwards leading up to the incidents recently." Alex stated, passing over the files,
Sam took one folder from the pile, opening it to stare at the papers lying within, it was about the children that had lived at Rosenkreuz, why they were there, pictures, things like that. Dean and Alex were talking, gentle flirting as they always seemed to do when around one another, Sam was just trying his hardest to focus on the words within the file and not on what they were saying. He flipped pages quietly; a picture of a young girl with a doll adorned the top of the page, before he could actually start to read what was written his head started to throb. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to force the paralysing pain away.
He grunted softly, pinching the bridge of his nose as blurred confused images poured into his mind, completely overriding his senses. The girl with the dark hair crying, screaming, laughing, running around, playing with her doll. Then begging, screaming inside his head for help, saw her lying on the floor, eyes open, glazed over, not moving. The doll propped up against the wall, shadows playing across the walls. He shakily rose to his feet, sensing hands on his shoulders, he could hear people talking to him but it was lost in the haze of his mind, leaving him unable to distinguish between the voices in his head and reality.
He stumbled towards the door, pulling it open and practically falling into the hall, he collapsed onto his knees in the corridor, cradling his head in his hands. He wanted to scream in pain, wanted to smash his head against a wall in an attempt to knock himself out and stop the excruciating pain coursing through his body at that moment. He felt hands on his shoulders, felt himself being lifted slightly. He couldn't breathe again felt himself clawing at his throat but couldn't feel the pain he caused himself as he began to break the skin due to the throbbing inside his skull.
The girl screamed inside his head once again, lying in the centre of the floor, not moving, not breathing, not living. Then she stood before him, clearly dead, her index finger pushed against her lips. She flickered in and out of existence, her hands pressed against her ears as if to block out a loud noise. She flickered once again, the doll appearing in her arms and then disappearing, shadows playing across the walls only to fade out and disappear as quickly as they had come.
"Ssh, be quiet…" She whispered, then she was gone, the images faded and he was left simply with the sound of blood crashing inside his ears. Left with silence and a calm inside his mind which suddenly, due to the previous commotion inside his skull felt strange and unusual to him. It was as if something was missing. Suddenly he realised that he wasn't breathing and inhaled deeply, taking in as much oxygen as he possibly could."Sammy, Sammy, come on Sammy, that's it, come back, ssh, that's it." Dean muttered softly as he stroked through his younger brother's hair, soothing him softly.
"Is he ok?" Alex asked from where he was leant against his doorframe, seeming to be genuinely concerned about the other male. "What happened?"
"I honestly don't know," Dean muttered, staring down at where his brothers head lay in his lap, the hazel eyes were still glazed with a faraway look, the way they often were after he came to from a particularly horrifying nightmare. Slowly his eyes began to clear, Sam coming back to himself, groaning softly as he did.
"Ahh, fuck my head," gently he pushed the heel of his hands against his eyes placing a soft amount of pressure on them as he tried to force the pain in his skull away.
"What's going on up here, is he ok, does he need an ambulance or something?" Sheriff Macabre asked from where he had just appeared on the top stair, Dean just shook his head, running his hands soothingly through Sam's hair as the younger tried to regain his senses and ignore the immense pain inside his head so that he could stand.
"Try not to mistake that for actual concern, he just wants to make sure he's not going to be sued," Alex explained with distaste, pushing himself away from the doorframe and folding his arms across his chest.
"Be quiet boy," Sheriff Macabre demanded, eyes narrowed slightly,
"God what's wrong, they're never this bad…" Sam mumbled softly, pressing harder against his eyes and trying his best to will the pain swimming around inside his head away.
"I know, just… just try to stay still," Dean instructed, "you never usually wander off like that when you have them either, what was that about?" Dean asked softly,
"I don't know, it was like… like I had to go somewhere… I didn't know where I, I just had to go," Sam explained, removing his hands from his eyes and letting them fall limply to his sides. He stared up at Dean for a moment before Dean pulled his gaze away, letting it fall on Alex, Sam allowed his head to turn away from the raven-haired boy, staring down the empty corridor. Something closely resembling hurt and betrayal shining softly in his eyes.
"I think we should go, sorry Alex, could you uh… grab my stuff I think Sam's going to need some help getting to the car." Dean asked, Alex stared for a moment, slightly confused before realisation dawned on him causing him to nod.
"Oh right, yeah, dad can you go open the door for Dean I'll just go get your stuff and bring it outside to you ok?" Alex said, waiting for his father to turn and walk back down the stairs, Dean smiled softly at the boy and whispered a soft 'thanks' as he stood, helping Sam up and supporting him with a hand around his waist. After a few moments Sam let his arm fall onto Dean's shoulder and leant against his side, needing just a little more help. Dean didn't seem to mind, but Dean had always been good at hiding how he felt on the inside. Alex waited for them to descend the staircase before he returned to his room to retrieve the files.
Sam and Dean made their way to the Impala in silence, Dean half-carrying Sam all the way to the passenger's side before allowing him to lean against the car. They just stared at each other in silence for a while.
"How's your head?" Dean asked finally breaking the silence, Sam sighed softly, gently massaging his temples,
"I feel as though it's just been put through a blender, and then poured back into my head through my ears." Sam muttered honestly, sighing heavily, he really didn't think he was going to have the energy to go to the Orphanage for some casual ghost busting tonight.
"What did you see?" Before Sam could respond to that question Alex appeared beside them.
"Hey, you ok, we have some painkillers and shit inside if you want some," he offered, Sam just forced a smile and shook his head, groaning as he did and making a mental note not to move his head for a while.
"No thanks, nothing works, trust me, I've tried," Sam explained, Alex patted his shoulder sympathetically before turning to Dean and passing him a black backpack.
"Here, I put the files in here so that my father wouldn't see them, it's probably best that he doesn't know about this," Alex said with a smile, Dean smiled back, taking the bag and placing it in the backseat before turning to face Alex.
"Thanks Alex, for all of this, you didn't have to do any of this for us but you did and I for one really appreciate it." Dean explained, Alex smiled and shrugged,
"Hey it's cool, don't worry about it, I'm glad to have met the two of you, your great guys," Alex muttered smiling softly, "shit, I sound like a girl," Alex groaned softly, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, good luck and swing by and see me some time," Alex said with a smirk, Dean smirked back and gave a slight nod before taking a step forward and wrapping his arms around the younger male. Alex responded by hugging him back, Sam just scoffed in distaste and opened the car door, ducking inside and slamming the door.
Completely ignoring the two men outside as he leant his head against the glass. Before he could get too comfortable though a sharp stinging began just behind his eyes, quickly growing into a sharp stabbing. The girl appeared inside his head once again, pointing at the windows in the room she was in, the bars flickering in and out of the windows. Then she disappeared only to be replaced by the woman he knew to be Evangeline Rosenkreuz. She was trying to say something to him but whatever it was, was lost in the chaos inside his skull. Instead all he could feel was immense sadness, pain, betrayal, confusion and loss, mixed in with deep hatred.
He gripped his head tightly as she began to scream at him, trying to make herself heard but it only came out as this disgustingly strangled, pained sound that made him feel ill just to listen to it. He opened the car door stepping outside and stumbling onto the gravel of the driveway, the screaming had now turned to screeching and he wanted to do nothing else than run away from the horrifying sound. He moved, but was stopped before he could get very far, noting the feel of strong hands on his shoulders.
"Sammy!" Dean shook the younger softly, trying to bring him back round it didn't work and Sam lost himself deeper within flashes of blood, death and pain. He screamed, falling into Dean and cradling his head, Dean merely shushed him rubbing his back softly to comfort him. After a few more minutes Sam calmed down, his breathing slowed and his mind began to clear of all the junk that wasn't his own. One thing was prominent in his mind at that moment, Dean's heartbeat, beating slightly faster than usual perhaps due to the concern he was feeling for his baby brother.
"Sam what's going on, this has never happened before, why so many so frequently, why now?" Dean asked, Sam just shrugged his shoulders, pulling away and collapsing into the Impala. Dean sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair and glancing over at Alex, "just another day for us, see ya kid," Dean smiled softly, squeezing his shoulder before walking round to the driver's side and ducking into the car. He waited for Alex to have entered the house before driving off. Passing the occasional worried glance in Sam's direction. "What'd you see?"
"Uh… the first time, a little girl, and the second Evangeline Rosenkreuz they were trying to explain something to me but I'm not sure what it was all really jumbled and confused. I don't know Dean, not only was I seeing what had happened but I was… I was feeling it too, feeling what they felt. It's hard to explain,"
"You look exhausted, come on, we've got hours till nightfall we can go back to the motel and you can get a few hours whilst I look over these files." Dean explained, Sam merely grunted a response that could have meant anything. Dean chuckled softly and pressed down on the accelerator forcing the car to go faster.
It didn't take them long to get to the motel and when they entered the room Sam immediately collapsed onto the bed his eyes falling closed. He heard the door shut with a soft click, heard Dean walk over to the other bed and perch on the edge, heard the slight ruffling of papers that signalled Dean was reading through the files Alex had given them.
"Tell me if you find anything interesting," Sam muttered, his voice distorted by the pillow his face was currently smothered in. Dean rolled his eyes, frowning slightly at the words scribbled messily in the one folder.
"Go to sleep Sam, you look like shit," Sam sighed, despite all of their playful banter there still lay a hostility in Dean's voice. Still that betrayal and hurt, Sam wanted to close his eyes and never wake up, he wanted Dean to know he was sorry… he wanted… he wanted a lot of things, he always had. Problem with Sam was, he tended to want the things that he knew he couldn't have. He sighed, his eyes closing once again though he did not allow sleep to consume him, merely drifting inbetween the land of waking and the one of dreams.
After a few moments of silence Sam opened his eyes and rolled over, glancing over at Dean who was focused intently on the file folders sat in his lap.
"Dean… what do you think of Alex?" Dean immediately stopped reading, turning to look at Sam, confusion obvious on his features.
"What do you mean?" He asked, voice calm, Sam smirked and shrugged,
"I don't know, you just seem to really like the kid," Sam muttered, "I was wondering if maybe… you felt a little stronger towards him than that…" Sam mused aloud Dean chuckled softly and shrugged.
"Well he's cute but he's a kid Sammy, plus, with my life, I can't really fall in love with anyone can I, constantly moving around, always leaving them behind. I'm not good at relationships with you and dad Sam, let alone someone living miles away." Dean explained softly, returning his attention to the files. Sam frowned, sitting up and leaning back on his elbows.
"What do you mean we don't have a good relationship, ok so we fight every now and then but all in all there's nothing majorly wrong… and dad, he adores you, your like the perfect son." Sam muttered softly, Dean chuckled and shook his head,
"Sammy after what you said to Dr Ellicott I'm sorry but I don't think our relationship is as fantastic as we thought, and dad… he doesn't adore me Sam, he adores you." Sam blinked several times before sitting bolt upright and staring inquisitively at his older brother.
"What are you talking about Dean?" Dean just waved him off, returning his attention to the files,
"Doesn't matter Sam, go back to sleep, you need to rest," Dean explained and for some reason Sam didn't disagree just lay down on the bed and allowed his eyes to drift closed.
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Hm… I don't know whether I like it or not… I did plan to have them go to the Orphanage in this chapter but it just didn't happen but it shall next chapter (I hope)
Anyhoo, sorry this chapter took so long to get up, I had soo much school work to do aswell as computer troubles, so thanks to everyone who waited, it could be worse, some of my other fics are in desperate need of being updated but I seem to have abandoned them in favour of this one, so count your blessings (if your still reading n.n)
Thank you…