So here is the newest chapter of my Story! I am sooooo sorry that I haven't Updated in weeks!! Christmas, the break and stuff just getting piled up! But i hope this satisfies you!

I am trying to get another chapter done by the end of this or next week but It's my birthday this weekend (19 ehehe) so i might not be able to get to it.

Disclaimer- i am nothing. i wish i own them. Sammy would be alllllll mine. LOL

RECAP

Relief surged through Sam, he didn't want to be the reason why Jordon got in trouble. But he still wanted to know what the hell was in the shed. "Another question for you. Are you coming with us to see my brother this afternoon? What time does school end?"

"Um, yeah I think I am and school ends at 2."

"Good, I have a plan to get us out of here but I need your help and it might get you in trouble. If I can just tell my brother what is going on I can get us out of here. Tonight." Sam looked down to see tears sliding down Jordon's face.

"Really?"

Sam nodded and explained what he and Jordon needed to do.

Chapter 5- Secret

Sam's day at school was uninteresting, after explaining to Jordon his plan to get out of Carl's house, the day seemed to go by at a snail like pace. Walking home along the designated path, a smirk flitters across his face, the anticipation of seeing Dean again was making his heart race, and he vowed to himself that he would never disobey his brother or argue with his father again when he got away from Carl. He came to realize that what he had for a family, even though he strove for normal, he should appreciate them for what they were.

Jordon walked next to him, in double stride to keep up with Sam's long legs. She was lost in her own thoughts thinking about her part in the 'great escape' that Sam had told her about on the way to school that morning. She was the distraction. She could do that; she was good at annoying people. She was worried though, about the fact that if Sam's family didn't come to rescue them by tonight, she would be in a world of pain. She had lied though, to Sam, about the shed. She was afraid to tell him the truth of what was really in the shed. She had ventured out to it last year in search for a rake, not knowing that she wasn't allowed to go there, upon entering she was terrified, there was blood and an alter like thing. She ran. She had never told anyone of her going there, and Carl never found out. But now, something was niggling her in the back of her mind.

"Sam?" she muttered, hoping Sam wouldn't hear her and she could pretend this conversation wouldn't happen.

"Yea?"

"Um….well….um.." Jordon stuttered.

Sam looked down to Jordon to see her struggling with something, "Hey, what's up? You know that you can tell me anything right? I won't be mad." Sam added thinking that she was nervous about the fact that she was going to have to disobey Carl.

Jordon stopped, causing Sam to stop too. She was still looking at her feet, unable to look Sam in the face she sputtered, "Well, you see, I kinda lied to you this morning."

Sam looked down to where Jordon was scuffing her feet into the cement of the sidewalk, "What are you talking about?"

"This morning, when you asked me about the shed in the backyard and I said that I'd never been in it. I have. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lie to you, please don't hate me." The emotion that was welling up in Jordon's voice was unbelievable.

Does she honestly think that I would hate her just because she lied to me? Sam shook his head, kneeled down to Jordon's level and grabbed Jordon by the chin forcing her to look at him. "Jordon, I could never hate you, but you need to tell me what you saw in the shed, it could be important to tell my brother what you saw."

Jordon smiled, her face lighting up, "you really don't hate me?"

"No, I like you. Trust me." Sam said. Smiling at her. "We should start moving again, Carl might be mad if he see we stopped." He rose from his crouched position.

"Good idea."

The two started walking their path back to Carl's home, Sam prompted, "So, what was in the shed."

"Well, there was a counter like thing, with pictures and candles and stuff. I dunno, I didn't stick around 'cause I was so scared."

Sam continued to walk in silence; the details of what was in the shed were disturbing. His mind, trained to expect the worst, was coming up with the worst possible situations. Carl has an alter by the sounds of it in his shed, but what is planning to do with it? I mean an alter can be a number of things, to control, to sacrifice, a lot of different things Crap. I have to get home and get things ready for this afternoon; I have to get Jordon and I out of Carl's house tonight. Stopping dead in his tracks, Sam gasped in realization. There is a full moon tonight, SHIT! Whatever the alter thing is for, it has to do with the full moon, Sacrifice?

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Dean was driving toward the hospital parking lot where he was to meet with Sam and Officer Belding. Looking in his review mirror Dean could see the trailing police car, turning the impala into the lot. Dean scanned the area. He could see a total of 3 police cars in the area, all he assumed blocking the exits to the parking, no doubt making sure that he didn't try to make a quick escape with his little brother.

Stepping out of his beloved car, Dean realized that he was here before Sam, his heart dropping. A police car, the one that had be tailing him, pulled up beside the impala and Officer Belding exited.

Coming to stand near Dean, Belding extends his hand in greeting. "Hello, Dean."

"Hello." Dean replied, taking the officers hand and giving it a slight shake before releasing it.

"So we have a few minutes before Sam and his foster family gets here, you need me to tell what not to do?"

Dean shifted from foot to foot, knowing what the officer was implying. "I know what not to do, I'm not stupid, and I won't try and run with Sam. I just want to make sure that my little brother is alright then I'll let the legal system take it from there."

Officer Belding was shocked; he wasn't expecting the young Winchester to give up so easily. "Well, that's good." He paused; thinking how to nicely word what he wanted to say next. "So, the offer I made is still there if you have anything to tell me."

Dean's face remained the stoic expression as he replied, " I will tell you the same thing that I told you yesterday, and my father would never hurt my brother or me. He got the bruises from him and I rough housing. It happens." Dean was going to continue defending his father when a van pulled into the lot and parked across from Belding's patrol car and the impala. Dean heart leapt into his throat in anticipation.

A beefy man exited the driver's side and walked around the side to open the door for the women in the passenger side. The side sliding door open, exposing a little girl behind her, his little brother.

Dean watched as Sam's abnormally long legs unfolded themselves from the van, sheltering his eyes from the bright sunlight. Something was off; Dean could sense the nervousness surrounding his brother. But that wasn't was felt off, Dean was wearing Jean and a buttoned up short sleeve shirt because of the heat of the day, Sam on the other hand was sporting layers of long sleeve shirts and heavy jean. Dean could see the beads of sweat lining his forehead as he looked up, giving Dean a dimpled smile. Dean smiled back at his brother, not wanting to ruin their moment; he would worry about his brother after he gave him a hug.

Sam looked over his shoulder to the little girl that was standing directly behind him. Giving a small nod, Sam stepped toward Dean hands heading towards the pockets of his jeans. Before his hands were halfway there Dean jumped across the distance between him and Sam and pulled him into a bear hug.

"It's good to see you, little brother."

Sam's hand had entwined themselves around Dean to hug him back, "its good to see you too, big brother."

Dean, as though realizing they were in public, released his hold and stepped back to get a good look at his brother, who hands had venture into his pocket again.

"How's the new family treatin' you?"

Sam shrugged, "Meh, not as good as my old one."

Dean smirked, "And your new school?"

Sam shrugged and didn't reply, this didn't slip Dean's attention. Sam was the geekyest person that he knew. He would always, no matter what, tell Dean how the new school was treating him. "Is something the matter?"

Sam looked Dean in the eyes, disregarding his question he said, "Dean, do you remember the language we made up as a kid?" Dean nodded, "Good, because I have something to tell you that is very important and has to do with the family business.

Dean was about to reply when he heard this piercing scream coming from the little girl near the van.

"Dean, listen carefully. Noba, isbe demonae posenis atta Carl. Carl isbe mani betgets meh. Insa hosudhe altersa pourfos demonae. Kidshes besinhe meh and Jordon daheger. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Sam whispered to Dean as Jordon continued to wail in the background.

Dean eyes were as wide saucers when Sam finished. "Yeah I understand..."

Sam cut him off, "Daheger Dean! Meh habes doeiin Cell phone.. Sednt co-oridinates ro address towk Dad cell phone."

"Yeah." Dean agreed, looking into his brother's eyes he could see the pain that Sam was attempting to hide from him. "Sammy, what's the matter, are you really okay?"

Sam looked over his shoulder to were Jordon was screaming to Carl about forgetting her doll, Carl looked furious and Sam shuddered to think of the consequences of this plan. Jordon stopped wailing, Carl's grip on her arm was light but Sam could tell she was still afraid of what was going to happen. He swore to himself that he would protect Jordon with his life though. He looked Dean straight in the eye about to tell him that Carl was a bastard when Officer Belding cut in.

"I'm sorry boys but your time is up."

Dean nodded.

Sam grabbed Dean into an unconventional hug and whispered in his ear. "Dean, you can't react to what I am going to say to you cause it will get me killed. Lets just say I'm not alright, and Carl is the reason for that." He moved one arm stealthily away from his brothers back a pulled the neckline of his shirt to show Dean the purple bruise that was forming on his collar bone from Carl's beatings last night. Dean eyes were shadowed with anger. "Just… get me out of there tonight. Okay?"

Dean couldn't help but nod, wanting nothing more but to get his little brother out of dangers way the minute.

"Promise me you won't react to what I just told you. It'll make this harder than it should be."

"Promise."

Belding gave a subtle cough that stated to hurry up.

Sam pulled away from the hug and started to turn toward the van.

"Be careful little brother."

And then Sam was gone.

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After the meeting, Dean was escorted back to the motel that he and his father were staying at. Once inside his hands flew to his pocket to confirm that Sam did indeed have his cell phone. He was furious, how could someone put Sammy into a family where he is worst then what he began with.

"DAD!" he yelled in the small confined space, "Get out here now!"

John exited the bathroom in haste at his oldest son's call. "How was the meeting?" he questioned.

"Not good."

"What do you mean not good? Did you do something?"

Dean was pacing around the room, ignoring his fathers question, mumbling to himself.

John was getting annoyed at his son's lack of response. "Dean, I asked you a question, now answer me!"

Dean startled out of his train of though when he heard his fathers "that's an order voice" and stuttered, " No I didn't do anything Dad… it's…its just… Sammy told me something disturbing."

'Disturbing?"

"Yeah, he came up to me and told me something in the language we made up as kids."

"You made up a language when you guys were kids?"

"Yeah Sammy was like ten and we were bored, listen right now isn't the time to tell you about that. He said 'Noba, isbe demonae posenis atta Carl. Carl isbe mani betgets meh. Insa hosudhe altersa pourfos demonae. Kidshes besinhe nuint meh and Jordon daheger' which translated means, Listen, there might be a demon controlling Carl. Carl is the man behind me. Either that he has a dark alter to control a demon. Something is going to happen tonight, me and Jordon are in Danger. Then he said that he had my cell phone and was going to send the information to find him." He paused and then whispered, "they're beating him Dad.

"What?" grabbing Dean by the shoulders, forcing him to look in his face.

"They're beating him, I saw the bruises on Sammy's chest."

Anger boils through John's veins as he thought of his little boy being hurt, out there all alone with some crazy demon-wielding maniac. John was staring at Dean intently, processing the information that Dean had just told him, when his cell phone rang.

Sammy.. Dean thought.

TBC

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