"Spit it out, Dude" Instructed Dean.

"Fine, I'll just come out and say it" Said Jack.

He and Dean went outside to talk privately. After he had learned Dean and Sam's surname he had insisted upon it, he wouldn't allow other people to hear the absurdity of what he was about to tell Dean.

"John and Mary Winchester had another son, after they had you but before Sam was born. He got snatched away as a baby" Said Jack, a tear appeared in his eye "I'm him"
"How do you know about my mother and father?" asked Dean angrily

"Well, they're my parents, you and Sam you're my…" Said Jack.
"Don't say it, I'll give you one chance to walk away, you stay away from me and my brother, you got that?" Said Dean

"All I ask is for a chance, I didn't expect you to believe it first time, just ask your father" Pleaded Jack.
"Get lost buddy, thanks for helping my little brother and all but stay away"
Jack got the message and walked away, his heart felt like it had been skewered, tears welled up in his eyes and poured down his face, Dean and Sam were his family they had to be, he was convinced of it.

Dean sat in the chair next to Sam's bed, absent mindedly staring at a picture in his wallet of him and Sam. Dean couldn't quite believe what Jack had said; he presumed he was some kind of con-man slightly angry with himself that he had accepted the man's help so blindly. Sam began to move.
"Hey, how you doing there?"
"Dean?"
"Yeah, who the hell else would it be?"
"I'm aching all over," Complained Sam.

"Dude, I can't believe you fell down the stairs. All the things we get hurt doing and you fall down the stairs"
Sam only groaned and closed his eyes again. Dean smiled; he decided not to bother telling Sam about Jack yet, if indeed that was his real name.

Jack wandered aimlessly down the road reluctant to leave the hospital; he wanted Dean to believe him so badly. He had dreamed of finding his real family since he found out the truth from his so-called 'parents'. Although his head told him it was a fantasy his heart held onto a perfect, an almost fairy-tale like dream where he was reunited and effortlessly accepted by his blood family. He wondered if Dean had even considered if what he had said could be true, he doubted it. When Dean had referred to Sam as his brother, his alone, it had hurt Jack, he was Jack's little brother too. Jack felt alone. Totally alone, then he had a thought, an idea that could change everything, why had he not thought of it sooner. The photograph, the whole reason he knew he had a family, he pulled out the photograph, how he ended up with it was a mystery to him. Would Dean and Sam believe him now, or would Dean lynch him as soon as he saw him again?

Jack arrived in the motel room, cold and empty, but he still had his new found hope, but he still wasn't sure if he had enough guts to go back and confront them again. Then creature in the bathroom looked at the middle Winchester brother and was sure it had not been seen, it retreated back behind the door to be safe. It was a demonic hitman, hired to take out Jack, not kill, but to grab the attention of the three brothers. It didn't understand the reason why, it just had a job to do and it intended to do it well. Jack headed for the shower and the demon realised now was the time for the job to take place.

Dean drifted off to sleep in the uncomfortable chair next to Sam's bed. The drone of voices and bustling people in the hospital began to fade into oblivion.
"Dean...Dean, you have to go and find your brother"
"What? He's right next to me?"
"I'm sorry, sweetie, we lied to you, Jack is your little brother, go and find him Dean"
"Mom...wait, come back"
Dean jerked awake, and realised where he was.
"Dean, what the hell? 'Mom, come back?' What were you dreaming about, man?"
"Er...actually, Sam, I'm going to get some proper sleep in the motel, will you be ok?"
"Yeah, sure. You ok Dean?" Said Sam"Yeah, fine, I'll be back soon"
He hated lying to Sam, but his mother came in the dream for a reason; his instincts told him to believe what she was telling him. She had never appeared to him in a dream before. He knew where Jack's room was in the motel, he just prayed he was still there.

Jack felt himself hit the floor with massive force, what the hell was happening? He didn't even get eyes on the guy; he tasted the blood in his mouth, where he'd bitten his bottom lip. He began to cry with panic, he'd done nothing wrong. Jack's head collided with the door and he fell unconscious, the demon and went off into the night, the job done.
Dean picked the lock of the motel room and wandered around once he got in. He called out his new found brother's name and the spotted Jack on the floor. He ran to him and shook him, he prayed he wasn't dead, he would never forgive himself. Relief overcame him as Jack groaned and slowly opened his eyes.
"Dean...what are you doing here?" He asked " I'll explain later"
He began helping him up to the bed.
"Why are you doing this? Do you"
"What are big brothers for, huh?" He smiled. "Let's just say I had some heavenly convincing...now then what happened here?..."