Thank you all for your wonderful reviews. Writing each chapter is no easy writing for me. I spent at least two hours on this chapter, trying to figure out where put to this and that at and what scenes I should have played out and how I should start and end the chapters which in my book are the most important things when writing. So for anybody to take a few seconds to review my story is always something that I am grateful for. I know that the story is going maybe a little slow cause I know your all anxious to see the reactions to Ben, Sam, and Dean finding out that they're brothers. But I'm taking my time with this story and letting it play out how I see fit. And also, I know that this has been only from Ben's perspective and that's because I want you to know Ben as a character with his own individuality like you know Sam and Dean for theirs. It's important to me that you do. But I will have it from the brother's perspective soon enough since Sam and Dean are getting no action in the story just yet. But soon…

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His fingers were gripped tightly around the dark auburn stick of the mop as he dragged it back and forth across the floor. Thirty minutes had passed since Ben had had another nightmare that had been so atrocious that he had heaved everything he had eaten for dinner. The house was asleep and Ben didn't want to be a bothersome to anybody. So instead, he had decided to clean the sickening contents from his stomach that slowly soaked itself into the mop.

His nightmares only seemed to be getting worst instead of better. And he didn't know if it was just from not doing enough during the day to where his imagination would start up at night in his dreams or if it was something else. What if- Ben stopped himself from finishing the thought before pulling more positive thoughts. Bet Toby and Sherri are A Okay, Ben thought before hoisting the mop into the air as water dripped everywhere as he set it gently back into the blue bucket.

He was going to call Toby, even if it was around one o'clock in the morning. Reaching over to the bedside table, the teenager wrapped his fingers around the cell phone before dialing his best friend's phone number. Ben prayed that everything was all right, but something told him that it wasn't as the phone carried on with ringing before-

"You have reached the Daggar's-"

Ben cursed silently as he hung up on the answering machine. Standing there, Ben wondered if it was just that the Daggar's hadn't heard the phone because they were sleeping peacefully without Scott there or if what he had dreamt was real. This scared Ben more than all the other nightmares he had been having for the last two weeks.

Walking out of his bedroom, Ben ventured down the hallway to his Uncle's bedroom. But when he opened the door, nobody was inside. A confused expression fell across Ben's features as he turned around, heading back down the hallway before descending the staircase. The lights were off besides the small light that came from the porch light outside. Switching on the living room's light, Ben walked into the kitchen, but only found another empty room.

"Uncle Rob?" Ben asked, getting slightly worried as he started to go through the house, checking to see if there was even anybody inside the house with him. But in the end, Ben found that no one was home. Sighing deeply, Ben knew that he had to do something. Toby might be in trouble and Sherri might be- Ben shook his head slightly before running up the stairs and into his bedroom. Grabbing his jacket, Ben rushed back out of his bedroom and down the staircase before opening the front door and walking over to his bike that was tilted towards the porch.

It was freezing outside and Ben had to button his jacket up before he could start pedaling towards Toby's place. It took about five minutes of pedaling his old bike before he started to see the flashing of blue and red lights. Something told him that he was too late as he pedaled faster towards Toby's. Police cars and an ambulance were parked in front of house number 290, the Daggar's house.

No. No. No. No, Ben thought desperately as he rushed towards the house, but was only stopped by a policeman's arm that flew to his chest and stopped him from getting any closer to the house. Two body bags were rolled out of the house, making Ben struggle even more against the policeman.

"No, my friend's in there! Let me go!" Ben started yelling. "Toby!" Suddenly, strong arms spun Ben around as he stared back into the eyes of Dean Winchester.

"What are you doing here, Ben?" Dean asked as Ben yanked himself out of the man's grasp before seeing Toby being put into the back of a policeman's car. No, Ben thought as he started towards Toby, but Dean caught his arm again.

"There's nothing you can do, Ben." Dean told the teen, but Ben wouldn't take no for an answer. Yanking his arm out of Dean's grasp, Ben rushed over to the car, but another policeman stopped him.

"He didn't do it! Let him go!" Ben yelled angrily as shoved the policeman away from him, but that didn't seem to work. He suddenly saw his Uncle approaching him. Ben was confused. Why were his Uncle, Dean, and Sam all here?

"I'll take it from here." Uncle Rob said as the policeman nodded before walking away as his Uncle's hands rested on Ben's shoulders.

"Why are you here?" Robert asked as a confused expression fell across the youth's features.

"Why are you here?" Ben asked, wanting honest answers before he saw Dean and Sam approaching them. "And why are they here? What's going on?" He was going to play dumb and he was going to get his answers one way or another.

"Toby called while you were asleep and told us what had happened. So, we headed over here. Now, answer my question." Robert demanded as Dean and Sam stood behind his Uncle's back.

"I-I," Ben had to make up a quick lie. "Got scared when I couldn't find you. So I headed over here to hang out with Toby instead." Bad lie, Ben thought immediately after telling the lie. He was sure that his Uncle wouldn't fall for that one.

"At one something in the morning? Stop lying, Ben." Robert told Ben sternly as the police car that held Toby within it started to drive away.

"You have to stop this!" Ben shouted as he pointed at the car that started disappearing from view. "Toby didn't do anything!"

"Dean is going to give you a ride back home and that is where you will stay. Do I make myself clear?" Ben hated when his Uncle got like this. It was irritating as hell, especially at a time like this.

"But what about-"

"Toby is only being sent to distant relatives for right now. And you are going home right now." That was the end of the conversation. Ben angrily followed Dean to the Impala before opening the passenger's side door and slamming it after he got settled into the seat. Sam was staying behind with his Uncle for a reason Ben couldn't understand. It was only silence for a moment before Ben could no long hold his anger in. He kicked angrily at the interior, causing Dean to turn his attention to him.

"Hey, watch what you kick at. Just calm down, okay?" Ben only crossed his arms across his chest, wanting to kick at the car once again, but didn't. He was just too angry, he guessed. At what, Ben wasn't even sure himself. So he took Dean's advice and took a couple of deep breaths before he noticed that his hands were shaking slightly from the freezing weather. Dean must've noticed cause he reached and turned the heat on. Ben gave Dean a grateful look before leaning his head back against the seat.