What Destiny Is

AN: Okay, sorry... Took me longer than I thought. I have a lot going on since I only have about three weeks of school left before summer (yey!!). But anyway, I hope you like this chapter.

Warnings: Language

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

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Chapter two

"Dean? Dean, please say something. What's going on? Why did pastor Jim call? Where's Dad? Dean!" Sam's voice was high with panic. Dean struggled to get a breath, telling himself he had to tell Sam everything was okay. That everything was going to be okay. "Dean...?"

"Everything is fine, Sammy..." Dean managed to say.

"No, it's not! Where's Dad, why can't we go to him? Pastor Jim sounded weird. What's going on, Dean?" Sam asked. He was nine, almost ten, dammet! He refused to be lied to. Dean would never lie to him, right?

Dean sighed. He couldn't tell Sam. That would just make him panic and think that John was gonna die when that was not going to happen. No way, nuh-uh. "Sam, why don't we go watch that movie, okay?"

"No!" Sam yelled. "Tell me what's going on, I want to know!"

"Sammy..."

"Don't call me Sammy! I'm nearly ten, I want to know what's happe..."

"Sam, please, drop it! It's nothing, Caleb's gonna pick us up in couple of days..."

"Why? Why Caleb? Where's Dad?" Sam asked.

"Uh..."

"Is he hurt? Tell me, Dean!" Sam didn't even realize his mistake. He shouldn't sound like he was gonna break in tears right after he found out the truth. He wouldn't be able to handle it. Not now, not just before his birthday.

"Sam, Dad's just... exhausted from the hunt. It took a lot out of him. Caleb's gonna finish it and then he's gonna pick us up", Dean said. It wasn't like he was lying. John must be exhausted. Dean just let the part with blood and broken bones out of the story.

Sam looked at Dean, trying to find any evidence that he was lying. He didn't want to. If John was just tired then that meant that he was fine otherwise. So if Sam found something in Dean's face that screamed 'liar' then he chose to ignore it. "Do we have to watch a movie?"

Dean sighed in relief. If he could keep Sam in the dark for the next two days they would be fine. "No. But what do you wanna do then?"

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"That's not a word!"

"Yes it is!"

"It doesn't mean anything!"

"How do you know that?"

"How do you know it does?"

"Because I'm older than you", Dean said simply. No, he had no idea did the word 'jasenga' mean anything but Sam didn't know either, as smart as he was. Besides, it gave him 23 points. "Suck it up, Sammy. I know more words than you do."

"I will be smarter than you one day", Sam said, looking at his letters.

"Yeah, sure."

"And taller."

"In your dreams."

"Better driver."

"You wish."

"More handsome."

"Hey hey hey!" Dean yelled.

"What?" Sam asked innocently.

"Can't let you have too big dreams. You'll crush when you find out none of them will come true", Dean replied.

"Oh yeah, how do you know what the future is gonna bring?" Sam asked.

"Oh, I don't think you know everything about me, Sammy", Dean said.

"Yeah. Like anyone could be able to tell the future", Sam said, laughing. Dean smiled a little. At least he had got Sam's mind out of their Dad. For now... But how the hell was Dean gonna explain it if John wasn't better by the time they got there? What if he had actually gotten worse? What if he was...

Dean shook his head. He wasn't gonna go there. Last thing Sam needed was a lying big brother that was losing it. Dean only had to keep it together for couple of days then he could lock up somewhere and let it out. Not that he wanted to cry like a girl but right now he felt like it could feel kinda good. It had only been about two hours since Jim had called and he already felt like he wouldn't be able to handle it. The teacher hadn't been completely wrong about the big responsibility.

"Dean? Your turn", Sam said. Dean looked down at the scrabble board and frowned.

"That is not a word", he said.

"It is, I heard it in school today. This is the type of Tim's spider", Sam explained, proud of himself.

"Yeah, right", Dean said. "You can't use it if I don't know it's a word."

"You used yours!" Sam argued.

"Yeah, cuz I'm older and know more about stuff", Dean said.

"But this is a spider! Check it from the dictionary or something, I'm telling you, it is..."

"Sure it is but even if it is you will have to go to shower now cuz it's almost time for bed so that means that I win", Dean announced and got up.

Sam looked at the clock. "It's only nine", he said.

"And we'll have to be at school at eight so don't argue and go to shower", Dean said. Sam mumbled something under his breath and got up from the table and went to the bathroom. Once Dean heard the door closing he sank back to the chair, putting his head into his hands. For what he knew, John could be dead and Caled and pastor JIm were coming up with the best way to tell the boys. Or to tell Dean because no way was no one else but Dean gonna tell Sam they were now alone.

Oh God, that was too horrible to think about. If John would die (Dean was trying so hard to make himself stop thinking that) it was more than likely that socialworkers would take Dean and Sam. And in worst case they would go to different families that were so far away from each other they wouldn't be able to meet. What was Sam gonna do without... No, what was Dean gonna do without Sam? Sam was social, he could get new friends, maybe his family would have other kids and they would become Sam's siblings... He would get use to the normal life and enjoy it. But what about Dean? He was way too much into this life to get use to anything else. He would go nuts if he didn't know where Sam was or what he was doing or was he safe. Hell, he would go crazy just because he didn't see Sam everyday.

Dean got up. He had to get a grip. He couldn't fall apart, he had to make sure Sam was okay. If John trusted Dean enough to leave Sam alone with him Dean was so gonna keep the boy happy, safe and put of worries for that time.

"I'm done. Can we finish the scrabble?"

Sam's voice shook Dean away from his thoughts. The boy was in his pajamas, looking totally happy and out of worries to Dean. Good. That was good. "Uh... Why don't we just go and watch TV, huh? Something good should be on by now."

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"Five more minutes, come on, Dean!"

Dean shook his head. "You're gonna say that in the morning, too. Now come on or I won't sing you a lullaby."

"I don't need a lullaby!" Sam yelled, a little hurt.

"Joking, dude! But seriously, it's pass ten. What is your teacher gonna think if you fall asleep during a class?"

"But..."

"No buts. Go to bed, I'll be right there", Dean said, his voice telling that the conversation was over. Sam wanted to argue, knowing that Dean wasn't gonna go to sleep for at least two hours but didn't say anything. It was not like he could win.

Sam went to the bed room he and Dean shared and got into bed. Now that he was alone he had time to think about everything. Dean never lied to Sam but it still didn't make any sense that pastor Jim would call and not John. Surely John could make one phone call even if he was tired. Just to tell his boys he was okay...

Sam heard the bedroom door opening. What the hell? Dean never, ever, came to bed this early. Never. "Sammy?"

"Yeah?" Sam said, though he was very confused now.

"Sam, I need you to promise me something."

Sam sat up. What the hell was going on? "What?"

"Whatever happens, promise me you'll never let anyone take you. No matter how nice they seem. They tell you you're gonna be safe and loved and they might be telling the truth... But they'll take you away from me."

Sam's eyes widened. "What? Why? You talking about a demon?"

Dean cleared his throat. "Not exactly... These guys are humans..."

"Why would they take me away from you?"

"Cuz they think you'd be happier and safer that way..."

"But they're wrong!" Sam yelled. "They're wrong... They don't know anything about... anything? Dean, why would they take me? Can't you come, too?"

"Sam, if these kind of people ever come to you, you come straight home and tell me about it, got it?" Sam bit his lower lip. "Got it?"

"Yeah... But Dean, why would they come? I don't wanna go away."

"Sammy..."

"Don't let them take me!" Sam suddenly yelled, getting up. He looked at Dean, pleading. "What do they look like? I have to know if they come... What if they just take me or follow me? Dean, what if..."

"Sam! I don't think they're gonna come. I just had to make sure you know these kind of people are out there", Dean said. God, he felt selfish. Sam had no idea how wonderful life he would get if he would go with those people but Dean didn't want him to know. Sam was his Sammy. No one elses.

"Thank you."

"What?"

"Thank you. For telling me. I might have gone with them if you wouldn't have told... Or they could have taken me..."

Dean couldn't take it anymore. He sat next to Sam and put his arms around the younger boy. Sam didn't protest, this hardly never happened anymore. "I won't let it happen, Sammy. I'll never let them take you.

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...tbc...

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