Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Supernatural/Brotherhood characters. They belong to Eric Kripke and Ridley C. James respectively.

Summary: Letters written by Sam during his time at Stanford. Plz R/R I need feedback

A/N: this is completely made up from a dream that I had, only I'm not in this. Thank you to my wonderful beta Flaming Telepaths I heart you!

Key:

thoughts

Telepathy:

'Dean to Sam' 'Sam to Dean'

'Caleb to Dean' 'Caleb to Sam'

'Dean to Caleb' 'Sam to Caleb'

Chapter 2

Sam sat up quickly. He glanced around the room and sighed.

Dean is fine. He's away from you so he's safe. Calm down and go back to sleep.

Grunting, he stood up and made his way to the bathroom.

"Sammy."

"Dean?" Sam looked around frantically. "Dean?!"

'Sa…y'

"DEAN!"

"Sam?" Jess flicked the hall light on, "What's going on?" Sam stared at her then ran out of the room.

"Jess?" He seemed surprised to see her, "Wha… I need my phone." He jumped up from the wall that he had collapsed against in surprise. Frantically he located his phone and dialed a number he had dialed many times before.

Ring Ring

Pick up. Come one. Pickup

Ring Ring

Come on you bastard pick up

RingRi-

Yes

This is Dean Winchest-

"Damn it!" Sam screamed and immediately dialed another number.

Ring Ring

Please Please Please

RingRi-

"Reaves," Sam let out a sigh of relief.

"Caleb! Thank God!"

"Sammy? What in the hell do you want?" Sam cringed at the anger that Caleb hadn't bother to try and hide. It hurt Sam to know that Caleb was pissed that he had hurt Dean like he did by leaving.

"Dean," he said meekly. Caleb sighed on the other end of the line.

"What do you want Deuce for? He's kind of busy right now."

"He's okay though, right?"

"More than okay Runt. What's this about?"

"Where are you guys?" Sam asked while pulling on his jeans. After he got them on he looked around for a shirt and pulled it over his head.

"Dallas. Why?" Caleb asked becoming frustrated. He wished Sam would hurry up and get to the point. The hot girl on his lap was making it harder for him to concentrate.

"What hotel?"

"The Adolphus. Why?"

"I can be there in twenty three hours. Do not leave!" He said forcefully, throwing clothes out of his dresser and searching for his weapons. He was confused, why did he think something was wrong? And why was he hearing Dean calling for him?

"God dam nit Sam! What in the fuck is going on?" He pushed the girl away from him as he focused on the conversation. Quickly he looked over at Dean and the redhead in the corner. Nope, still safe.

"Just stay there. I'll see you soon."

"Sa-"

"And Caleb," Sam interrupted. Don't let him out of your sight."

"Sa-" Sam hung up and sighed, looking at Jess. He walked over to her and gave her a quick hug.

"Jess, I got to go." She stared at him as though she were seeing him for the first time.

"Sam what's going on? You never even talk about your family. And now you call them and go running to them in the middle of the night!" Sam stared at her for a moment then started packing his clothes into his duffel. Jess stared helplessly after him.

"Sam, will you just wait a minute?" Sam just turned and walked out the door. As the door shut, he paused and looked at it. A single tear ran down his cheek as he turned and walked away knowing in his heart that he will never see her again.

Caleb,

Listen, before you crumble this up, let me ask you a question. What is your earliest memory? Was it of your mother singing to you? Your dad teaching you something? What do you think mine is of? Is it involving you, Dean, Dad, Pastor Jim, Bobby, Mac, Missouri, or even Joshua? No, it is of opening my eyes and seeing the demon standing above me. Of my mom running into the room and being pushed onto the ceiling. Of her screaming as her stomach was slashed open and Dad running in. Of her blood dripping down on me and then seeing fire swallow her up.

I know you all think that I don't remember it, but dam nit Caleb I can't stop remembering. At least the rest of you have good memories of your mothers before they were taken from you, but I don't and you all punish me for it.

But that's not why I'm writing this. Things are getting worse. I have been hearing you and Dean in my head sometimes and I think I have been moving things with my mind. I'm guessing you aren't even reading this because I hurt Dean again like I always do. So I'll talk to you if you decide to respond to this.

-Sam

TBC...

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