What Destiny Is

AN: Thank you for the reviews, they make me smile everytime I get them :D Okay, so in this chapter, there is going to be some serious angst.

Warnings: Language

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

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Chapter three

Dean watched Sam sleep. He was aware thet he had school next morning and that the clock was reaching 2 am but he just couldn't take his eyes off the younger boy. Dean had no idea why he had scared Sam, there was no reason to start telling him about social workers... But if John was going to die, Dean had to make 100 percent sure no one was gonna take Sam away. Ever.

Dean sighed. He knew he had to get some sleep. His teacher was already watching him like a hawk, if he would fall asleep during a class she would no doubt suspect that something was wrong. Not that she would be mistaken, something was wrong but she didn't have to know that. Sighing again Dean lied down on his bed. Maybe pastor Jim would call tomorrow and tell them that John was better. Maybe Caled would show up and take them to him. Maybe everything was gonna work out.

Maybe.

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Dean should have known. He should have seen it coming. But he hadn't. He was hoping so much someone would call and tell him everything was alright that he had no idea things could get worse. Not on this sunny Friday afternoon. Not when the weekend was starting and there was five minutes of the last class left. On this day nothing could possibly make things worse.

Or so Dean had thought.

"Dean, may I speak to you again?"

Oh for heaven's sake, leave me alone! "Yes, Mrs. Rivers?"

"Did your dad sign the letter I gave you?"

Fuck. "Uh... no. I forgot to gave it to him, sorry..." Dean said quietly.

"Oh... Well, bring it to me on Monday then", Mrs. Rivers said.

"Yeah, sure. Can I go now?"

"Yes, you..."

Dean was out of the classroom before she could finish her sentence. He refused to be so much late this time. Two days in a row, I mean, come on... Even a worse big brother than Dean would know it was bad. So to Dean's luck it was only seven minutes over two when he got to the Sam's school yard. It was empty 'cept for two girls that sat on the swings. And Sam was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't there. Dean knew however mad Sam was at him he would never leave the school yard before he came. Never.

"Sammy?" No reply. Sam didn't appear from a bush laughing like crazy or ran from behind a tree in a attemp to scare Dean. He wasn't on the school yard. "Damn it!" Dean started to run. If Sam had left sure he was wise enough to go straight home. Right? "You're in a big trouble... Oh, thank God..." Sam was sitting on a bus stop on the way to their house. His eyes were fixed on his shoes as Dean came to him. "Sam? What the hell were you thinking, why would you leave the school yard like that? You're suppose to wait for me, you know that!" Dean said, fighting hard not to yell.

"Sorry..."

"'Sorry'?" Dean repeated. "You leave from the school yard, give me a freaking heart attack and all you can say is 'sorry'? You have to give me a little bit more than that, Sammy."

Sam bit his lower lip. His eyes were still fixed on his shoes but now they were shining with tears. "There were... There were... uh... those people you told me about yesterday... They came to our school..."

Dean's heart started to pound faster. "What? How do you know? What were they doing there?" he asked.

"They wanted to talk to some girl in our class. I heard them talk to her. They told her everything you told they would tell me, that she would be happy and safe. I wanted to tell her that they were wrong, thay they were just trying to take her away from your family but I was afraid... I was gonna go home but then I thought maybe they knew where we live and..." Sam stopped to take a breath. "...come for me next... And that they would have come before you and take me away..."

Dean swallowed. "Let's go home, Sammy."

"But Dean..."

"I told you, I'm not letting them take you. Now come on, we can't sit here all day, can we?"

"Dean! They might come for me! Why'd you wanna go home where they might be waiting?"

Oh man, Dean had really freaked the youngest Winchester out. He was only planning to warn Sam, not make him panic over nothing. "No one's gonna take you, I've told ou that now three times. They're not in there, okay?" Dean said.

"How do you know? How do you know they're not in there?" Sam asked.

"They were talking to that little girl, right? If they had wanted you they would have come and get you. And they didn't. You're perfectly safe with me, Sammy. I promise."

Sam eyed his older brother for a second. Dean seemed to be pretty sure. But what if he was wrong? Or was there a chance he wanted to be wrong...? "When's Dad coming home?"

That hurt. That really hurt. Askind when John was coming home right after Dean had promised something to Sam meant that Sam didn't trust his big brother. And that freaking hurt. "I don't know, Sammy. But he won't find us here, will he? Come on now. Let's go home."

After few more seconds of hesitating Sam stood up and started to walk home. They didn't say anything on the way there and not even when they came to the house. Sam took out all his school books and started to make homework at the kitchen table while Dean turned the TV on and let his mind go numb by watching shoppingTV.

Did Sam really not trust Dean? I mean sure even Dean felt saver when John was around but... Gosh... Dean broke his gaze free from the TV to look at his baby brother. The boy was doing his homework but it just shone from him that he didn't put his whole mind into it. Dean knew that a half of Sam's concentration was fixed to hear any suspicious sounds. Like someone knocking the door, in this case.

"No one's coming for you, Sammy", Dean said. Sam looked up from his books, a surprised look on his face. "You don't have to worry, alright?" Sam nodded and turned back to his books and Dean didn't think for a second that Sam believed him. He got from the couch and went to the kitchen. He sat down opposite Sam and waited until Sam looked up to meet his gaze. "Why don't you believe me? I swear, no one's coming. I just wanted to warn you, okay?" Sam didn't answer. "Sammy?"

"You sure you don't want them to take me?" Sam suddenly asked.

"What?!"

"You were so eager to come home after you heard I saw those people in the school. What if you want them to take me away? What if you really think of me that I am a burden and you'd be much better without me? What if I'm just the stupid little brother you have to pick up from school every day and..."

"Sam, hold it right there!" Dean ordered, his voice now angry. How could Sam even think something like that? "I would never, ever, do anything like that to you! And I do not think like that about you! Where in the hell did you get that idea from? Huh? Is it because I was so late yesterday or what? And you better start talking, Samuel, cuz I would really like to know what's going on in that head of yours."

Sam stared at Dean. Only John called him 'Samuel' and that was only when he was really, really, mad. And speaking about John... "Dad's been away longer than usual. He was suppose to come back already, he said it was a simple hunt! And you just keep taking care of me. You're worried, too, I know that but you don't let it show. Instead you just keep looking after me. And it's not your job, it's Dad's and it makes me feel like a burden!"

What the hell...? "You're worried about Dad?" Dean asked. Sam nodded. "And you feel like you're a burden?" Sam nodded again. Dean sighed. "Well, first of all, it is my job as I'm your big brother. You see, we tend to look after our younger siblings. And second of all, you don't have to be worried about Dad, alright? That is not your job. We're going to see him soon, I promise. And for whatever reason you feel like a burden, for Christ's sake, Sammy... You really think I would have kept you with me this long if you were any kind of burden for me? Do you think I would have warned you about those people. No. I wouldn't have. You're my Sammy, not a burden. Got that?" Sam just kept looking at Dean, without saying anything. "I said, you got that?"

"I got it."

"Good. Now finish your homework."

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"Dean! Dean, wake up!!"

"...What...?" Dean opened his eyes and realized he had fallen asleep on the couch. "What's up, Sammy?"

"You lied to me!" Sam yelled, his voice breaking.

"Huh...?"

"Pastor Jim called."

FUCK!!! "He did...?"

"Yes. He wanted to talk to you but I said you were asleep and that you had told me everything so that he could talk to me. Why didn't you tell me? You said he was only tired!" Sam yelled. He was furious, he was scared, he felt betrayed. This wasn't something you kept from your little brother!

"Sammy..."

"Don't call me Sammy! He's hurt! He's hurt bad and you didn't tell me! Why? Cuz you think I'm too young? Cuz you think I wouldn't be able to handle it? Why? And I bet you don't have good explanation for this. You lied to me! You freaking lied to me!" Sam was almost screaming now. He had trusted Dean, how could he do this?

"I... I didn't mean to... I was hoping that this would be all over in couple of days... I was hoping you would never have to know..."

"Dean..."

"Listen to me! I'm barely holding it together and I'm suppose to look after you! You shouldn't have to worry about this! It's not fair for you. I was just trying to keep you happy, to protect you from this... fear that I'm feeling. I know he's hurt bad! I know! And you wanna know everything? Well, Sam, he might die. He might die and if that happens the social workes will come and take you. And at that point, no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn't be able to stop them. Cuz I can't protect you from everything! I can protect you from a werewolf, a psycho killer or... some God forsaken person that is trying to stab you in the back but I can't stop them if they come and take you away! But I tried to protect you from this. You didn't have to know, Sammy..."

Dean's eyes were shinig. Sam thought that was weird. Dean's eyes always shined when something seriously bad happened... "But... but I wouldn't... I wouldn't wanna go..." Sam said.

"They wouldn't care."

"What? Don't they know I'll be better with you? But... but Dad won't die, right? I mean, he's... he's Dad! Dad doesn't die! He's our dad! I'd become sad if he died, I would! I'd be sad if he would die, I'd be sad if you died... You're not gonna die, right? Right, Dean? If they take me away, what's gonna happen to you? Will they kill you? Will hey kill you cuz they think you're bad brother? Because you lied? I'm not angry anymore, Dean! I'm not angry! You're a good brother! You're the best ever! They're not gonna kill you, right? They can't kill you, I will stop them... I will..."

"Sam!" Dean got a hold of Sam's shoulders. The boy was panicking, he was panicking big time. "Sammy, it's okay. It's all okay. No one's gonna take you."

"But you just said you wouldn't..."

"Dad won't die, Sam. I swear to you, he is gonna be okay."

"You said he might..."

"I lied again." I'm so not going to Heaven. "I was angry, it just came out of me. Dad's not gonna die, the doctors are gonna take a good care of him. Dad's gonna be fine."

Sam sniffed. "You promise?"

"I promise."

"And this time you're not lying?"

"No, I'm not." Hell has it's own room for me...

"Good." Sam climbed next to Dean and curled up into a ball to his side. "You're the best brother..."

Oh, Sammy, if you only knew...

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AN: Yeah yeah, took me quite a while... aaanyway...

For those who noticed there was a ...uh... detail from All Hell Breaks Loose, part 1 so please, if you saw it, don't point it out in your reviews (if I get any) because I know there are people who haven't seen it yet. Like my friend, who will kill me if she finds out what happened before the episode actually airs here in Finland.

So, tell me what you think and do you want more angst. I said it would be realy angsty and I don't think it is THAT angsty so I'm planning to make even angstier (is that a word...?) one.

Lots of Love! (Sorry for spelling mistakes)