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! Sorry for taking so long but I was on Thanksgiving break.

Key:

thoughts

Telepathy:

'Dean to Sam' 'Sam to Dean'

'Caleb to Dean' 'Caleb to Sam'

'Dean to Caleb' 'Sam to Caleb'

Chapter 3

Morning arrived as Sam pulled into an empty parking lot. He quickly got out of the car he'd stolen and started toward the hotel across street, careful not to be seen. Caleb, as far as Sam could tell, was keeping watch while Dean slept off a hangover. Smiling gently at the thought, Sam walked toward the room he had sensed the other two in, all the while bracing himself for the fight that would surely happen when they saw each other. Sam came to a stop in front of room 401 just as Caleb opened it and stepped outside.

Anger swept through Caleb when he saw Sam, but after taking in Sam's appearance he let out a sigh and pulled him into a quick hug. Caleb wondered what had happened to make this 6'4" container of energy look so small. Sam looked like he hadn't eaten, slept, or bathed in days. His usual shaggy brown locks were matted down against his extremely pale face, huge bags were underneath his bloodshot eyes, and his normally baggy clothes sagged even more and he swayed slightly.

"Shit Runt," he said pulling Sam into the room. "What in the hell happened to you?" He led Sam to the empty bed and watched as he sagged gratefully onto it. A startled gasp behind them quickly alerted them to Dean's return to consciousness. Sam watched carefully as Dean took in his presence, before realizing that his brother wasn't hurt.

Thank God! Sam thought as he breathed in the smell he always associated with Dean, safety, and home.

Sammy?! Oh no, something happ… Dean's thoughts were cut short as a large solid body flung itself at him and latched on. For a moment, in his disoriented state, he thought a black dog or werewolf had snuck up on them until he heard a choked sob and realized Sam had flung himself across the bed while he was distracted. He shot Caleb a startled look while wrapping his arms around Sam's trembling body. Caleb shrugged and moved closer in case Dean needed something. Clearly the older hunter didn't trust Sam with Dean anymore.

"Shhh… Sammy. C'mon baby brother." He whispered and ran a hand through Sam's hair, "It's okay. Whatever it is I'll make it better." Caleb unconsciously clenched his fists at this. "It's okay, Captain Onehelluvabigbrother is here," and just as it had as a child, Sam calmed down and pulled back blushing. Dean gave him a bright smile and put a hand on Sam's shoulder signaling that he wasn't mad. Caleb gaped in disbelief at them. He knew how Dean reacted after Sam had left. He became self-destructive, and Caleb had just got done pulling Dean back together. And now Sam comes waltzing back in like nothing ever happened! Dean will probably fall apart worse when Sam finally leaves again!

Damn it Deuce! He hurt you so badly, why are you forgiving him so easily? Especially since we don't have any idea why he's here!

"He's my brother," Sam said, hearing Caleb's thought. He hadn't even realized that the man hadn't spoken.

Dean was confused," Okay random, what was that about?"

"Caleb just said…" He trailed off, realizing what had just happened and blushed, but the embarrassment faded into confusion. "Didn't you guys get my letters? I explained everything in them," he told the two. Caleb and Dean looked at each other and comprehension dawned on Dean as he stood up and began pacing.

"That son of a bitch!" he screamed, "They were from Sammy! Of course they were. Why else would he take them from Jim before he could give them to us!" Now it was Sam's turn to be confused.

"Who?"

"Dad! Who else?" Dean continued his furious pacing, "Damn him!"

-Crunch-

Sam and Dean looked over at Caleb, who had his left hand imbedded into the wall. Now it was Caleb's turn to be embarrassed. He hadn't meant to do it but John made him so angry at times. And now he purposefully did something to keep Sam and Dean apart when Sam was reaching out, he is ready to throttle John. Mentor or not.

"Umm…"

Dean raised an eyebrow, while Sam smirked. "It's alright Damien," Dean said.

"Yeah it was an evil wall. You had to take it out," Sam continued as he went to the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. As he walked back out into the room everything went fuzzy. Dean and Caleb looked up just in time to see Sam hit the floor.

"Sammy!"

Dear Jim,

It's been a while hasn't it? Please don't be mad at me. Please. I need at least you to not be mad at me.

The last few weeks have been more difficult than leaving Dean was. I've been hearing things I shouldn't be hearing. It's Dean and Caleb. They're in my head sometimes and I can't figure out why!

I sent letters to Caleb and Dean, but I only explained the telepathy thing to Caleb, only because Dean would worry and probably microchip me to keep me safe. He also is the only one I trust, besides Mac, to help me with this. Maybe I should have gone to Missouri instead? Since they haven't responded I am asking that you don't tell them about this.

Now onto the less serious but equally important stuff. How are you? The farm? Everyone? I miss you all; yes-even Josh (though I'm as confused as you are about that one.)

Do you remember that summer when my grandfather took me away? How everyone was so happy that I was back. Do you think that'll happen this time around?

Things are happening Jim. They are going to get bad and I can't stay here while it happens and do nothing. I'm leaving school and coming home. I need my family if I am going to get through this. Please call me and let me know if I still have a family.

-Sam Winchester

650-555-3780

TBC...

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