I think this is our first look into Sam's POV. We get to see into his head for once. Also This is my second update in the past 24 hours! I think my writers block is finally over. Enjoy!

***Even Earlier***

Sam's POV

I was so tired of Dean bossing me around. I had just stormed upstairs, and instantly I regretted it.
The only thing up here were mine and Dean's bag of clothes. Dean had brought our other stuff downstairs to see if we had anything to play with.
I sighed and flopped down on the spare bed Castiel had.
"Sam?" I heard Dean's voice from the bottom of the stairs.
"No. Go away." I shouted back. I wasn't in the mood for this. I mean, yeah what he did was all good intentioned but god was he annoying sometimes.
"Sam, come on.. I just found Parcheesi!" My heart pounded with excitement. That was my favorite game.
"…The original or the new one?"
"Original."

"I…Mmm. No, Dean please just leave me alone."

"…Sammy." Was all he said before I heard his footsteps trail away. He turned on the TV downstairs.
He was always trying to protect me from this and that. Maybe it was because of my arm, maybe it was because of his own disability.
And no, Dean didn't have anything wrong with him. He was strong and fit, and he could run for miles, do at least a hundred pushups, pulls ups, crunches. He could bench press at least 200, I'm not sure if it was the same now. But Dean had a weak self-esteem.
Not that he didn't think he was attractive, because if he didn't that would be a huge problem considering he was the heartthrob of every girl at our school.
But he didn't think he was good enough. For anything. He always had to do more or be more.
But he still didn't feel good enough. And so I think one day he found that helping me, protecting me made him feel good.
But what he never, and still hasn't realized is that, it's making me feel worthless.

I feel like I can't do anything, I can't even begin to amount to what Dean has done in my place.
The worst part of it is that what I told Dean that day, was only the tip of the iceberg.
There was so much more I wanted to say, but I couldn't.

Dean needed something to look after. Something to take care of and maintain.
I was all he ever had.
And he would always take care of me, and forget to take care of himself.
But maybe now, he had someone else to watch over him.
Castiel.
Although I hadn't been around him much, there was something so pure and good-intentioned about him.
He wanted t help, and I knew this because he acted exactly the way Dean does when he's trying very hard not to bother me.
But the fact that Dean couldn't see that at first, was a red flag.
Had Dean really been so clouded by bad people in his life that he couldn't tell the good from the bad anymore?
Well, I mean, that was how he acted back in the motel, at least for a good bit.
I might have been awake the whole time.
But I'd never seen Dean put his guard down like that to anyone.
He let Castiel comfort him in ways I never could. I was the one to be comforted not the other way around.

It could have been an age thing. But I'm almost positive it's not. I think it's just the way that Cas can get under Dean's skin.
Maybe it was just because Dean had a major crush on Cas.
Or both.
Yeah, probably both.
It wasn't completely obvious at first.
Oh wait. Yes, it really was.
Dean had only been with another guy, at least to my knowledge, once before.
But there was something so monumentally different in everything Dean said or did around this guy, it was impossible for Dean not to have feelings for him.
I mean the two idiots slept together.
In short, Cas was good for Dean.
And Dean was starting to realize some important things about himself and his life.
And this gave me hope for Dean actually coming to terms with the fact that I couldn't always have him peeking over my shouldering in life.

I sat in bed pondering all this when I heard a tap on my window. I first thought nothing of it, just a twig or a bug.
But it came again, and again.
I lifted myself off the bed, and pulled the curtains aside to look.
To my eminent surprise I found a short girl with a handful of rocks. Jessica.
What in the hell was she doing here? Wasn't there school? How did she find me?
I carefully opened the window, and called to her, without being loud enough for Dean to hear.
"What the hell?" Was all I could say. She was insane. It was beautiful on her.
"I'm here to rescue you, Rapunzel." She said, grinning and opening up her arms. "Let down your hair."
"Are you crazy?"
"Possibly." She giggled, picking up another rock and tossing it for my head.
I ducked out of view, the rock landing in the middle of the room.

"Jess!" I hissed, "How did you find me?"
"Come down and I'll tell you!"
"I can't…my broth… Dean is downstairs."

She looked confused. "Uh…yeah. Come down."

She meant through the window, didn't she?

"Jess I don't think I can."
"Oh come on, don't be a baby."
"Okay, okay hold on a minute."
It was January, and it was cold. Jess had to be wearing at least two layers under her North Face jacket.
I could risk getting caught going to get my coat…but I decided against it. Dean would hear me for sure.
"I know.." I whispered to myself, and reached into my bag, pulling out all the t-shirts, and button-up shirts I had.
I put on two extra T-shirts, a plaid button up, and Dean's navy blue windbreaker. I was getting hot just being in the house.
I had to admit it was a bit of a struggle to get the multiple layers on all by myself, but I did it.
While all of my own clothes had long been sewed to fit my arm 'stub' (it had been stunted in growth, and was much smaller than my other arm, although it was a full arm), Dean's jacket was not.
And as I caught a glimpse of myself in the closet mirror, the only full length mirror I'd ever seen outside of a department store, I felt a pang of yearning.
I had lived so long without use of my arm, it hadn't seemed different until this moment. Where I saw what it would look like, if I had it.
I didn't look different. With one sleeve always pinned up, or sometimes I wore an arm brace, the ones where it holds on your opposite shoulder.
And I felt like it was temporary then.
Until then I hadn't imagined what life could be like with two arms.

Another rock hit the window.

"Shit." I muttered, ruffling around the room to make sure I had everything.
I didn't really have much else.
I made my way over to the window again, and took a deep breath before opening it.

I was on the second floor, and I was going to jump out.
And then I recalled just yesterday that I'd jumped from the roof of our house to the ground and made it out quite alright.

"Okay." I breathed in through my nose, and out through my mouth.
"Hurry up! We don't have much time." Jessica called. Time for what?

"Okay.." I said.
I vaulted my leg over the outside of the window, and held onto the ledge
Shit, how was I going to close the window behind me.
I could try and get enough momentum to swing my bad arm up…but, no.. the balance would rock me off the ledge.
"Jess, you got string?" I asked.

"String?" She snapped "What for?"
"Just answer me, got it or not?"
although I was facing the house, I could imagine her offended face. I never spoke to her with any hint of authority. Until now.
"I got some thread from my jacket." She answered.

"Perfect! Hand it to me."

"How?" She sneered.

I shifted slightly to look at her, where she was holding a piece of lose thread, only about a foot long, that was still attached to her jacket.
"Um…pull it out more."

"Okay." She answered, and began to unravel her coat.
Then she tried to break it. The thread was strong, and as she wrapped her hands around it, I got an idea.

"No wait, just leave it!"

"What?"

"Leave it attached! Just…let go of it. The wind will bring it up to me."

The string was long enough for three stories at this point, but as she let it go it just laid to the ground in a small pile.

"Sam it's not working." She sighed. "It won't hold your big ass anyway."

I rolled my eyes. She was small for average, and I was tall. It was always interesting hearing her new insults.

"It isn't supposed to hold me."

"Then what's it for?" She sounded annoyed now.

"I need to close the window."

She looked like she was ready to punch me, but said nothing more.

I waited, feeling a gust of wind come this way. Perfect, I thought as it lifted the string, and the further up it went, the stronger the wind was.

It swerved and jerked in the multiple gusts of wind.

I was at the perfect height, but it was so out of reach I worried this wasn't going to work.

Until Jess stepped closer, it jerked downward, and made my heart skip a beat.
But just as quickly it bobbed up again, this time just within reach if I reached out and..

Hooking my foot against the inside wall, I leaned over to catch the string.

It danced around my fingers and just as I feared I was going to fall, I caught it.

I rushed back so quickly I bumped my head into the window.

I heard Jess laughing in my direction. Haha.

I tethered the string to the window sill, and tested its strength. It held perfectly fine, and Cas had nice windows, not stuck by paint or grime like ours back at home.

"Okay. I'm coming down." I called to Jess, and she stepped back, enough to get out fo my way, but not pulling on the string.
I swung my other leg out, and dropped, parallel with the house, but pushed off just enough not to smash my teeth on siding.

I bent my knees as I hit the ground. I was proud of myself, but didn't say anything to Jess. She'd think it was funny. She'd laugh.

Dean might hear her. We had to hurry.

"Okay, string."

"What string?" Jessica teased.

I mocked her with fake laughter and tugged on the string.

The window slid shut with a muffled 'thud.'

I grinned in victory.

"Where are we going?" I turned and asked the shorter girl.

"Someplace neat." She said, and bit the string free.

"Ah, of course." I snorted, "So how did you find me?" We began walking down the slope that Cas's house sat upon.

"Well I figured Dean would take you someplace stable, but not too obvious." She explained, reaching into her pockets and pulling out a pair of gloves. She offered me the left one.

"Thanks." I grinned and put it on with my teeth. "And so you looked at the motel?"

"Yeah." She said. "That kid Andy, he works there with his dad."

"Right, right."

"So I asked him if you were there." She then looked at him with her eyes narrowed, lips pursed. She was going to either tease him, or poke him. "He told me a cop came for you, and I said 'Oh boy how did they find cuffs big enough for your giant antlers."

"I am not a moose!" I laughed, "You're just tiny."

"Oh shut up you know you're bigger than normal."

"Yeah but why can't I get a normal nickname? Why the hell moose?"

"Because mooses…moose…mee- Hm. Hey Sam what's the plural of moose?"

"Moose."

"Because moose are also cute." She said, her eyes watching the sky.

"Cute?" I asked, a blush rising on my cheeks.

She looked at me then, her cheeks bright red, probably because of the wind. "Yeah dummy, you're cute."

I didn't know what to say, so I just gushed, looking down at my gloved hand.

"Well, anyway," She continued, "Andy told me a cop came but there was nothing in the news or any report they'd found you guys. So I figured that meant they didn't get you."

"So what? You went through your mental list of all the cops you know?" I scoffed.

"No, I went down and asked them."

"You what?!"

"Yeah."

"Did you.. see Castiel?"

"No. He was out, I dealt with the Lieutenant. He thought I was funny so he told me you guys would probably be with a guy named Castiel."

"What do you mean?" I stammered "You mean they know we're here?"

"Yeah apparently."

"Oh no…Jess I have to go back, I have to tell Dean." I turned, and she grabbed my bad arm to stop me.

"Sam, no." She said firmly, "If they wanted to find you they would have done it already…please Sam stay."

I pondered her argument. It made sense, but I started to feel bad for leaving the house. Dean would be worried sick.

But maybe it would be good for him.

"Okay, I'll stay." I turned around, and she began skipping with excitement.

What's the worst that could happen?