Disclaimer:I do not own the rights to any of the charcters in this book...so far. Kripke has those lucky rights.

Authors Note:So sorry it's been awhile I have been busy with school. On what's happeing so far: Dean just got a call from bobby who sounded weirder than usual. Dean and Lisa just had a fight. Dean is on the road again not knowing what he's in for.

_Chapter 2

Fighting sleep, Dean was driving towards Bobby's house as fast as he could. Every time he closed his eyes he either saw his brother before he jumped or Bobby's face on the day they said goodbye. Slowing down he finally stopped on the side of the road to try to snap himself out of his tiredness. Opening his car door he heard his phone ring.

"Hello?" Dean said, his voice tired. He was leaning against the driver's side door of the black Chevy Impala he loved so much.

"Dean?" Castiel said on the other line. He hadn't really talked to Dean since the incedent. He had checked up a couple of times, made sure he didn't do something he would regret but that was it.

"Cas? Long time no talk." Dean said sarcasticly.

"Dean this is very important. There is no time for humor." Cas said in his grim, emotionless tone.

"Yep that sounds like you Cas." Dean couldn't help but use sarcasm. It was one of the ways he hid his pain and fear. He didnt like to admit it; especially to himself but he was afraid for certain things.

"What did you call about. I mean it must be important if your calling and saying 'This is no time for humor'." Dean said holding the phone to his ear, with a slight smirk on his face in the darkness. He was pacing to keep himself awake but his stomach was protesting and his eyes were sliding shut.

"It's about Sam." The angel said with concern on his face. It was weird for him to show, or even feel some emotions. The more time he spent with the Winchesters he found himself feeling things. Small things but they were there.

Dean's eyes shot open and his heart dropped. He hoped that is was goos but he expected the worse. "What about Sam?" He winced a bit at Sam's name and the sound of the crack in his voice. He expected to hear Cas say in his normal emotionless voice that there was no way for Sam out and that he is gonna be there forever being tortured by two mental angels that only have poor Sammy as a punching bag.

"Well it's complicated but-" Cas' voice trailed off as if he got lost in thought. Cas took a breath before trying to tell Dean again but couldn't find the right words. He sighed as he relized how hard this was for Dean. Deciding that he shouldn't tell him and let him find out for him self he opened his mouth to talk again. "Dean I cant explain it just get to Bobby's." Castiel said hanging up the phone and disappearing.

Frustrated he threw his phone in the car and since there was no one around he finally did what he hadn't done in a long time. He finally let all his anger out and let a giant yell that probably could be heard from miles but he didn't care. He just wanted his brother back and someone to give a freaking answer.

He saw a giant branch laying on the floor and grabbed it and slammed it against the tree making the branch break sending bits and peices flying. With another outburst he dropped the branch and and punched the tree making his knuckels bleed and the tree shake slightly. Dropping his bleeding hand, Dean walked over back to the road kicking at rocks violently.

Taking a deep breath trying not to hit his car he walked over slowly breathing heavily. He opened up the trunk of his car and took a deep breath. Flashbacks of all the good times he and his brother had together hit him as a single tear formed in his eye. He opened the his duffle bag and took a ratty shirt and ripped it like it was nothing.

Wrapping the torn white cloth around his knuckels the cloth imidiatly started turning red with his blood. Slamming the trunk close; Dean placed his hands firmly on the top of the trunk as he closed his eyes and took a slow steading breath. Satisfied that he calmed down enough to be able to drive he got into his car and started it. When he turned on the radio and Five Finger Death Punch's song "Undone" came on. Smirking to himself a little bit he started driving to Bobby's again as fast as he could. Sevral times durning the drive Dean swore he heard Sam laughing in the passenger seat next to him. Each time he turned he was just greeted by a emptiness in the passengers seat. After the fourth time he started to get irritated at himself. "Calm down Dean it's just your brain playing tricks." He told himself every time he heard Sam's laughter. After half an hour he arrived at Bobby's.

He had tear stains running down his face because he finaly broke down halfway to Bobby's. He had almost gone insane because he missed his baby brother so much that he swore he heard him and sometimes saw his and it drove him to the point of tears.

Bobby, hearing the familiar sound of the black '67 Chevy Impala, he sighed and walked to the door. He hadn't really been sleeping good lately. He felt old and slow. "I'm getting to old for this." He said as he started walking, rubbing his worn out back. He had really been stunned about what he had just saw and what he locked up in the safe room because he didn't belive what he saw.

Opening the front screen door Bobby saw Dean somewhat stagger in the dim moonlight. He really wished that he had never left him so he could keep an eye on the poor kid but he trusted that Dean had everything under control. Walking toward him he noticed that Dean's hand was wrapped up in what looked like what used to be a white shirt. When Bobby saw the look on the boy that he praticly raised's face it kind of sppoked him. He knew that Dean was taking this really rough but he looked like a disaster. He would do anyhting for Sam and the last time Bobby saw Dean look like this was when Sam got stabbed by that Jake kid.

"Hey Dean." Bobby said softly standing in the doorway.

Dean didn't really say anyhting he just went over and hugged Bobby. He missed him and the life he had grown up to be used to. What he missed most of all though was his baby brother and he hated the fact that he just had to go and live an "apple pie life" while he knew where Sammy was and it killed him everyday.

Surprised by the kid's reaction he hugged him back, rubbing his back like he had seen John do many times to the boys when they were upset or hurt. It killed him a bit to see Dean like this but it killed him more to have to tell him what he was about to say.

"What did you need help with, are you ok." Dean said finaly some what calm. His were heavy from the crying and his lack of sleep. He looked at Bobby and noticed that he had seemed to age a bit in his face. He had gray showing in his beard and a bit from under trucker hat and had dark heavy bags under them.

Bobby sighed as he looked at Dean and saw the concern. Taking a breath getting ready for what he was about to tell Dean. "Dean." He paused trying to think of the words he was going to use. "Dean it's Sam. He's; well he's back. And in the panic room."