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Sam stood in the doorway of Dean's 'room'. He watched his brother sit, with his back to Sam, staring out the window. He looked so…lost.
Sam took a step back to retreat to the guest room when the floor let out a loud creek under his step. Dean spun around, looking afraid and ready to fight at the same moment. When he saw it was Sam he relaxed…
A little.
"Uh, hey…Dean." Sam said timidly
"Hi." Dean said quickly as he looked Sam over "You're my brother?" he asked, more with awe then disbelief.
"Yea." Sam chocked out, fighting back tears
"You look so…familiar. I—" He paused and looked frustrated "I don't know. But it's just like…I've seen you before."
Sam nodded, the tears almost falling now "Uh-yea." He muttered, looking away and wiping his eyes quickly
"I'm sorry." Dean said looking down
"For what?"
"You're crying." Was his answer "I made you cry."
Sam was shocked at how…polite, and child-like Dean was. "No-no…it's not you Dean. I just feel like…"
"You blame yourself?" Sam looked at Dean with surprise "I heard you…I—I was kinda sitting at the top of the stairs." He said sheepishly
"A—oh." Sam and Dean looked at each other for a minute
"Damnit…you're so familiar." Dean said, obviously frustrated
"Don't worry, Dean. We'll help you remember." Sam promised
Dean nodded "We…we should probably go to bed now."
Sam nodded, only now realizing his own fatigue. He stood in the doorway for a few more minutes as Dean climbed into bed and slowly slipped off to sleep. "G'night, Dean." Sam whispered, shutting the door
"Night, little brother."
Sam held back his shock and the urge to run up and shake Dean, begging him to repeat what he just said.
But he didn't.
He left the door open a crack and walked down the hallways to the guest room.
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Sam heard the front door open and then frantic voices. Sam walked out into the hallway to see Dean standing in his doorway looking down the stairs, looking afraid.
"Stay here, Dean." Sam ordered, Dean jumped slightly at Sam's voice in the quiet hallway, but nodded, and took a step back into his room.
Sam held his gun tightly as he walked down the stairs. He shot it up but quickly lowered it at the sight of his parents practically screaming at Missouri.
"Don't you raise you're voice with me, Winchester!" Missouri barked
"Please…where is my baby?" Mary begged quietly
"Sam?" John asked.
The two women turned and looked to see Sam standing on the last step, his gun still at hand.
"Sam, why don't you go stay with Dean until I come get the two of you, ok?" Sam nodded and turned to go up the steps "Mary, John. Have a seat…there are some things I need to explain to you…"
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Sam put his gun in the back on his waistband and saw Dean still standing in the doorway.
"Hey." Sam said tiredly
"Who was it?"
"It was mom and dad."
"Our mom and dad?" Dean asked
"Yea, ours."
"Shouldn't we go talk to them?"
"Missouri told us to wait up here while she talked to them for a bit."
Dean sat down on his bed, and Sam walked in and sat next to him.
"I feel so…I dunno. Weird." Dean said
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know…it's like…I know I know you. But at the same time…I'm not so sure." He sighed "Ugh! This is all so annoying."
"Don't worry Dean, we'll help you remember." Sam said putting his arm around Dean without thinking.
Dean didn't pull away.
"Boys?" came a call from the bottom of the stairs "Come down now, please."
Sam pulled Dean up and the two walked to the landing.
"Ready?" Sam asked when he noticed Dean hesitate
"No." he said staring down the stairs.
'Just like Dean.' Sam thought with a smile as he followed Dean down.
"Oh god, Dean!" the blond woman sobbed, running up to her eldest and pulling him into a tight hug.
Dean stood frozen for a moment, before awkwardly hugging the familiar stranger back.
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Well, there's chapter three! What did you think?
I'd put more but I have to go to the doctors now XP yuck
Later lovelies!
-claire