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The first place Dean went to try to find Sam was the motel. It was the first place he could think of, and he might as well check it first before he went turning apart the whole city in search for his brother.

Dean quickly unlocked the door but it didn't look like Sam had ever come into the room. Everything was just as they left it. Dean checked the bathroom and when Sam wasn't in there he swore loudly and stormed out of the room, slamming the door closed behind him.

He must have made quite a ruckus, because a man dressed in the motel uniform came rushing towards him. Great, just what he needed right now!

When the man got closer Dean realized it wasn't the same guy that was on duty when he and Sam checked in. This guy was much younger and seemed to be friendlier which Dean was grateful for, maybe this guy could help him out.

"Do you need any help sir??" The guy asked him as he approached Dean. He seemed about Sammy's age and had green eyes that reflected his own. He was a little bit shorter than Dean but was just as well built. Dean couldn't help but notice his blonde hair was the length Sam's had been last year. Ugh, he was relating everything to Sam; it was all he could think about. He needed to find Sam now.

"Actually, yes. Umm…you see, me and my little brother got into an argument and he took off. I was wondering if you saw him at all. He's 6'4", got brown shaggy hair, looks like he could be intimidating but he's really the nicest guy ever." Dean quickly fumbled out, the worry for his brother getting to him.

The guy seemed to study Dean for a couple seconds with curiosity that Dean couldn't explain before he answered. "No, I haven't seen him and I before now I hadn't seen you either. I must have not been working when you guys checked in. But I'll keep a lookout for you. I hope he's okay."

"Thanks. Here I'll give you my number and if he comes here try to keep him here and please call me. His name's Sam. I'm worried out of my mind." Dean pulled out a crumpled up receipt from his jacket pocket and wrote his number and name on the back and handed to the guy.

The young man looked at the name and number. "Alright…Dean, I'll let you know if I spot him around."

"Thanks…uhh…" Dean realized he didn't know the man's name

"Name's Matt." He smiled and Matt's smile reminded Dean of his own. "I'd check the local bars and maybe the bus stops too. Does he carry a cell phone with him? You could even try tracking it if the cops will let ya."

"Crap!" Dean shouted with anger "I didn't even think about calling his phone! I mean he probably won't answer but how could I be so stupid!!" Dean was already fishing out his phone and dialing Sam's number.

"Hey, don't knock yourself out about it. Worry does crazy things to us that cause us not to think straight. I hope you find him." Matt told him as Dean walked off to his car to get some privacy as he called Sam's number.

Dean waved the guy off in a gesture of thanks as he sat in his car and listened to Sam's phone ring over and over. Come on Sammy, pick up!

Sam sat in a deserted alley with a large bottle of some vodka type alcohol in his hand. He wasn't even sure what kind it was, he just grabbed a bottle, as long as it was alcohol. It was half gone and Sam already felt like he was drunk. God, what was he going to do?? The family that he knew his whole life actually wasn't his family at all.

It wasn't that Sam had any hard feelings towards them. Well sure, he was mad at John for not telling Sam about this but he wasn't mad that he adopted him. And he wasn't mad at Dean at all. For some reason, he was mad at himself.

He wondered if it was weird that he still considered Dean as his brother but he didn't consider himself as Dean's brother. He still thought of Dean as a brother, but he was sure Dean would not think of him as one. Dean had a real brother that had died, Sam never did, and Dean was the only brother he ever knew. God, this is so wrong!

Sam took another swig of alcohol and was pleased when it burned his throat. He practically fell over when he heard his phone ring in his pocket. His hands fumbled as he tried to grab it.

It was Dean.

Sam's alcohol-ridden mind tried to grasp what that meant. Finally, he came up with a conclusion.

Of course it was Dean! Dean was so mad that he found out Sam had taken the place of his real brother that he wanted to find Sam and beat him for what he did. Yeah, yeah, that's right. Sam had to pay for what he did and Dean wanted to yell at him about it, cuss him out for pretending to be his brother.

Well, he did deserve to be beat for what he did. He couldn't deny Dean that; he never could deny Dean anything. So he opened his phone.

"Sammy!! Where the hell are you man??" Dean seethed

Yep, he was definitely angry with him. "I dunno Dean. Some alley by a…barber shop. I know ya hate me and I understand Dean. I'll take whatever it is that you wanna do to me." Sam slurred

"Sam…what in the world?? Sammy…..are you drunk??"

Heh, Dean actually sounded worried, weird. "Yeah, obviously." Sam said and then suddenly started laughing and crying at the same time. That worried tone that Dean used with him….it made him realize that he didn't want to lose Dean. He wanted Dean to stay with him and protect him like he always did.

He wanted his brother. But he knew Dean hated him.

"Sammy, I'm on my way right now. I'll be there in five minutes. Sammy I know what the doctors told you and I know this must be so hard on you but…." Dean's voice rang over the receiver

"But you hate me." Sam finished for him

"Sammy, what?! Why would you ever think I hate you??"

"Cuz I'm not your brother. I took your real brother's place." Sam mumbled

"Sammy, god no!! I could never hate you man! I can't believe you think I would!! Sammy as far as I'm concerned you are my brother. You're the only brother I ever had; I never knew my biological brother and I really don't care. He died and yeah that sucks and all but I got you in his place. I have you and you are the best little brother I could ever ask for, and I'm not lying Sammy. I've taken care of you and watched over you my whole life. Just because I find out that you're not my biological brother you think how I feel about you is going to change?? Because if you do, man you're sadly mistaken. You will always be my annoying nerdy but awesome little brother; biological or adopted it doesn't matter."

Sam was quiet for a long time, maybe too long he realized when Dean spoke up again.

"Sammy, you still there man? Did you get all that because I'll repeat it a million times if it takes that much to get it through that thick skull of yours."

Sam was still there. And even though he was partly drunk he understood each word. He clung onto everything Dean said and wished for it to be true. Even though Dean said that stuff he still couldn't be sure. He'd just have to wait and see how Dean reacted when he showed up.

"Yeah Dean." Sam said quietly into the phone.

"Okay and you better believe it geek boy! Look, I'm here, I'll be right there in a second." Dean said and hung up the phone.

In just a couple seconds Sam heard footsteps hurrying down the alleyway. He looked up and was met with Dean's concerned face. But it was what he saw in Dean's eyes that made him hope.

Sam would always read Dean so well through his eyes. Dean usually hid how he was feeling and the only way Sam would ever find out how he was feeling is by looking into his eyes. Dean's eyes held all his hidden emotion. Sam could tell when Dean was secretly angry, happy, tired, or any other emotion through those green eyes. And what Sam had expected to see hidden there was so much anger. Instead, he saw what he always saw when Dean looked at him. Worry, protectiveness and most of all, love.

Dean wasn't angry at him. At most importantly Dean still loved him. Why, Sam wasn't entirely sure, but it just made him so happy that Dean felt the same way he always has about him.

"Sammy." Dean said and knelt beside Sam. He gently pried his fingers away from the bottle of alcohol and threw it away. "You okay buddy?" He asked and Sam could feel Dean's eyes roaming his body for injuries as he always did.

Nothing had changed.

"Dean." Sam couldn't help how he practically whimpered Dean's name. "You still want to be my brother?"

Dean smiled a sad smile. "Sammy, you will always be my brother and I will always be yours. One little piece of information can't change twenty-three years Sammy." And Sam could hear the truthfulness in Dean's statement.

"You don't want your real brother back?"

Dean sighed. Having Sam believe him was going to take a while. "No Sammy. I never even knew him. He might have been my brother by blood but you are my brother by bond and that's what's more important."

Dean watched as Sam nodded but not fully believed it. He guessed he'd just have to show Sam in time that he was still his little brother no matter what. "Come on Sammy. Let's get you back to the hotel." Dean helped Sam up with skilled expertise from twenty three years of helping his brother.

Dean placed Sam in the motel bed. Sam passed out as soon as they got in the car and Dean had to carry him back in the room. He had no idea how Sam slept through getting carried by his big brother.

Dean sighed and grabbed a beer and went to sit out on the front porch to get some much needed air.

As soon as he got outside he saw Matt walking towards him. Dean smiled and waved. He didn't know what it was but he liked the guy. He seemed to have a good head on his shoulders.

"I saw that you found your brother." Matt told him. "I was going to ask if you wanted any help but I thought it might be awkward."

"Nah, it's ok. I've carried that kid more times than I can count. He's just really upset. He just found out he was adopted and he thought that I wouldn't see him as a brother still." Dean said and shook his head.

"Oh, really? I was adopted too. I guess I was found in the middle of the street one day in March or something as a newborn baby full of dirt. My mom found me and once she realized that there was nothing wrong with me she took me to the adoption agency in the town next door. They put me in the hospital there until they could find my real parents. No one ever came so my mom took me in as her own. It doesn't matter if she's not my biological mom, I love her to death."

"Yeah, same thing here with my brother. I just wish he would understand. I mean I've loved him since he was born, twenty-three years, and that's not going to change now."

"Your brother's twenty-three too? So am I. Hey, maybe when he wakes up do you think I could talk to him. I mean we're the same age and we were both adopted, maybe I could get through to him and help him understand." He suggested

"That'd be a great idea. But he's asleep right now. I'll let you know when he's up and when I think he'd be ready to talk about it." Dean told him.

"Alright, cool. I'll call your phone so you'll have my number. I gotta get back to work so I'll see you later." He said and started walking away.

"Bye." Dean called out. He should stay in the room with Sammy. But there was something he wanted to see. The doctors had told him that his parents buried his brother in the backyard before they found Sammy on the doorstep. He wanted to see if this was true before anything started. He wanted to see if Sammy was really adopted.

Dean was lucky that their old house was no unoccupied and for sale. It looks like the last family had moved out after the haunting that took place in it. Dean had left Sam a note saying that he was going out for coffee and to call him when he woke up and not to go anywhere. But Sam was most likely going to be out for quite some time since he normally wasn't a heavy drinker at all.

Dean was now busy digging holes all over the backyard. He was beginning to get frustrated when on his 23rd hole; he hit something made of wood. Dean started digging frantically and he gasped with what he saw in the ground.

It was a home-made coffin. Small enough to only hold a newborn baby.

Dean swallowed and slowly bent open to open the coffin only to find that it had been opened before at some point. Confused, he lifted the top off prepared to see a small skeleton of the baby that was his brother.

But it was empty.

Dean stared blankly at the empty coffin, trying to figure out what this meant. And then he saw the dark substance in the corner of the wood. He touched it, ran it through his figures and sniffed it. He could only come up with one solution to what it was.

Sulfur.