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Chapter 45

That week in Vegas was the first time any of us had seen Sam completely relax. Even Zach and Becky said so and they'd been friends with him since his first day at Stanford. We all had a great time and completely wore ourselves out by the last night, except for Sam and me. The others all went to bed early so we could get an early start back to Stanford. Sam wasn't ready to sleep yet so I stayed up with him.

We sat in the main room of the suite and talked. He told me what it was like for him, growing up with dad and Dean. I got a rather interesting perspective on my little brother that night. I found out how much he hated hunting. He only did it for so long because he didn't have any other choice.

Sam even told me about the night dad had kicked him out. He said that James and I were what inspired him to go to college. He was hoping to set up the same deal with dad that we had going with our families. Go to school during the year and go hunting with dad and Dean during the summer. I just sat and listened to him.

When he was done he started asking me questions. He wanted to know what kind of life I had as a hunter's kid. I surprised myself by telling him as much of the truth as I could without actually giving away to him that I was his sister. I told him that I only got into hunting cause my sister was trying to get my dad's attention, but I fell in love with it.

We finally got around to Dean being in the hospital and I asked him why he wasn't there. He seemed completely suprised. He said he'd had no idea that was real. He said that dad had called him several times the first 2 years he was at school and said the same thing, then he'd get a message from Dean saying that everything was fine. He said he thought that was just another try from dad to get him back into hunting.

Now his reaction made complete sense. I couldn't believe dad had done that to Sam. I almost called the old man right there and bit his head off, but didn't. Sam asked me what exactly happened. All I said was that Racheal had already filled him in and that Dean was fine now.

He tried a few more times to get me to tell him, but I wouldn't. Truth was I didn't wanna talk about it. I didn't wanna remeber it. It was just way too scary and way to close a call. I changed the subject and he let it drop.

By the time the sun started to come up, I had nearly told him who I really was several times. I still don't know what kept stopping me. Some how I knew that if I told him I was his missing sister, then I'd have to tell him why I was really there. I was trying my best not to interfere with his "normal" life.

My original plan for my little assignment was simply surveillance. I was gonna keep on eye on Sam at a distance. I had no intention of interacting with him at all. Him meeting Jessica had changed all my plans, but I was actually happy about the way things had turned out.

I was starting to see exactly what it was about Sam that was so important to Dean. It wasn't just the baby brother thing. Even after everything dad had put him through and everything he'd seen growing up, Sam still had an innocence to him. He reminded me of Laura more and more.

We fell asleep in the living room of the suite, him on the couch and me on the floor. Jess and Zach woke us up a few hours later. Becky kept giving me strange looks on the way home, but I didn't really pay attention. She got this weird idea in her head that I may have "taken advantage" of Sam's perpetual drunk state. She never actually said anything about it, but I knew.

I had managed to get myself a reputation while at Stanford cause I never stayed with a guy for more than a week and always managed to end up back with Zach. Becky thought I was just using her brother and decided that I was gonna try and go after my brother now. Of course, she didn't know that Sam was my little brother or she would have realized how ridiculous that was. She said something to Jess about it so Jess waited till we were at work the next day and asked me.

I don't know exactly why I did it, but I told her. I told her about our mom dying in a fire and dad split us up shortly after. I told her about my sister dying in a car accident. I told her about working with Dean and dad for 2 years prior to me being at Stanford. The most important thing I told her was that Sam was my little brother and he didn't know it.

She listened to everything I had to say and then said that she already knew that somehow. I asked her what she meant and she said it was something she saw in one of my pictures. She knew I wore colored contacts, but in black & white photos there was no color. She said Sam and I had the same eyes.

I asked her what she meant by that and she said we had the same haunted look in our eyes. She said we both had eyes shaped like our mom's; mine were just green instead of brown. She also said we had the same dimples. I told her that came from our dad and so did my green eyes.

We talked about the similarities between me and the rest of my family until the end of our shift. The one thing I made her do was promise not to tell Sam. She asked me why and I told her flat out that I was scared of how he'd react. She said ok, but that didn't mean that she wasn't gonna ask me to tell him myself every chance she got. We both laughed at that and then got into my car and headed home.

She kept her promise. She never even gave Sam any kind of clue that she knew who I was. I still miss her sometimes. She made Sam really happy and she was so easy for me to talk to. She really was like a real sister.