AN: I hope you guys like this chapter. Y'all have been very patient with me! Big thank you to lookaliveerin for helping me with this chapter.
Warning: no child abuse or homophobia in this chapter but swearing and manly tears galore!
Disclaimer: I only own the plot, not the characters.
John had kept his word and had stayed far away from his two sons. Sherlock started coming to the apartment more and more and Dean could see how much he cared for his kid brother. Dean was quite worried about Sam though.
He knew his little brother was having a hard time at school fitting in and dealing with bullies, but when he walked in on Sam and Sherlock speaking in hushed tones, his level of concern sky-rocketed.
Sam had seemed off lately and had looked at Dean almost guiltily. When Dean had questioned Sam about it, he had changed the subject and started to completely shut off from Dean.
Dean was beginning to think about asking Sherlock for some information about what was wrong with Sam, when Sam appeared in the doorway looking solemn.
"C'mon in Sammy," Dean patted the seat on the couch next to him. "You don't have to hang in the doorway."
"I know," Sam spoke quietly and shuffled into the room. He took the seat next to Dean and sat staring at his hands.
"What's up, bud?" Dean questioned. "You've been really quiet lately and I'm worried about you."
"I'm leaving," Sam stated and kept his eyes on his hands.
"You're what?" Dean laughed slightly.
"I'm leaving," Sam said again. "I'm running away with Sherlock and I don't plan on coming back."
Dean stared at Sam before laughing almost manically. "You can't be serious, Sam. You're barely fifteen!"
Sam swallowed and nodded. "I know that. But I can't live here anymore."
"Why not?" Dean bellowed making Sam flinch.
"Because…" Sam swallowed and closed his eyes. "Because dad will be back and he hates me and we will have to leave. I'm not leaving Sherlock."
Dean got to his feet and began to pace the room, running his hands through his hair and muttering under his breath.
"Leave then," He told his little brother. "I stop you."
"What?" Sam choked. He had hoped that Dean would beg him to stay.
"I don't want you here anymore than you want to be here!" Dean shouted.
"Dad doesn't love us or care about us, Dean. All he cares about is revenge for a woman who I didn't even know!"
"Don't you dare talk about mom like that!" Dean yelled. "Just because you didn't know her, doesn't mean that you're not her son."
"I don't understand what you want from me." Sam was breathing heavily now, his hands clenching at his sides.
"You know, Dad was right." Dean said. "You care about nobody but yourself. It's your fault mom's dead. She would still be alive if you hadn't of been born and my life would have been so much better without you there. I could have had a normal life but you managed to fuck it all up!"
Sam stared at Dean with tears streaming down his face and collapsed to his knees. "Why are you saying this?"
"Because you need to hear the truth," Dean spoke monotonously. "That is exactly what I think of you, you worthless, little bitch. You may as well just fuck off out of here with your other bitch because I might just kill you if I have to look at your pathetic face again."
Sam curled into a ball and pressed his forehead to the carpet as he let out hiccupping sobs. Dean stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The youngest Winchester had hoped that Dean would tell him that the idea was stupid and would try to convince him not to leave. But now his brother had told him what he really felt about him.
Sam pushed himself to his feet and wiped his cheeks before grabbing a bag he had packed earlier and heading outside.
When Sam arrived at Sherlock's house, he knocked loudly and collapsed into Sherlock's arms when he opened the door. Sherlock wrapped his arms around the sobbing boy and led him inside to the kitchen. He sat him down at the table and made both him and Sam a hot chocolate with cream and sprinkles. He set them down on the table and sat down, taking Sam's hand in his.
"Tell me what happened," He said softly.
Sam retold the whole story to a very attentive Sherlock who listened quietly the whole way through. He held Sam's in his arms and rubbed his fingers through his hair and along his back.
"Why would Dean say that to you?" He asked. "I thought you were really close."
"The key word being 'were'," Sam laughed humourlessly. "I thought we were as well."
"You can stay here tonight," Sherlock told him. "Then we leave tomorrow."
Sam swallowed and nodded before taking Sherlock's offered hand and following him upstairs to Sherlock's bedroom. They both changed into their pyjamas and climbed into Sherlock's bed. Sam rested his head on Sherlock's chest as Sherlock snaked and arm around his shoulders and held him close. They both soon fell into a dreamless sleep.
Dean awoke in the morning, his head feeling fuzzy and his limbs feeling too heavy. He tried to recall what had happened to him yesterday but he couldn't remember much after he saw Sam stood in the doorway. He sat up and stood on jelly-like legs, stumbling out of his room in search of his younger brother.
He looked around the entire house and saw no sign that his brother had ever lived in the same house as him. Trying not to panic, Dean grabbed his phone and dialled a number with shaking hands before raising it to his ear.
"Hello?" A gruff voice sounded down the telephone. "Dean, is that you boy?"
"Yeah, it's me Bobby." Dean answered the older hunter.
"Been a while since I've spoken to you so there must be something important," Bobby said.
"It's Sam, Bobby," Dean said shakily.
"Tell me what's happened son," Bobby spoke and listened as Dean told him about Sam's disappearance and why he was calling Bobby and not his dad.
"I'm on my way, boy." Bobby said. "You keep looking for Sam and I would suggest going to this Sherlock's house to see if he's there."
"Okay Bobby," Dean said as he headed out of the door. "I'll see you later."
Dean shoved his phone back into his pocket and slid behind the wheel of the Impala before pulling away and speeding down the road to Sherlock's house. He had barely stopped the car before he leaped out of the door and raced to the house, banging his fists forcefully on the door.
A very grim looking Mrs Holmes opened the door. She glared daggers at Dean, he lips pressed firmly together.
"Where is my son?" She asked. "I imagine he is with Sam."
"Actually, that's what I wanted to ask you." Dean told her as his face paled. "Sam has gone missing and I thought maybe he would be here. I'm guessing him and Sherlock aren't here."
"You guessed right," Mrs Holmes snapped but softened when she saw Dean flinch. "Come in. I was about to call the police but I'm not sure how long he has been missing."
Dean stepped cautiously into the house as Mrs Holmes stepped to the side and opened the door further. She shut the door behind him and led him to the kitchen where she sat Dean down at the table and boiled the kettle, getting two mugs out of the cupboard and putting teabags in them.
"Should we call the police then?" Dean asked and stared blankly at the table.
"There's nothing else we can do," Mrs Holmes said and set a cup of tea in front of Dean as she sat next to him with her own mug.
Dean nodded and sipped his tea. "I'm not normally a tea drinker."
"A cup of tea is the best cure for trauma," Mrs Holmes chuckled. "I'm British of course."
"I noticed," Dean smiled softly. "Why move here?"
"Sherlock and I felt it might be a good idea to try our life over here while his older brother went to university in England." Mrs Holmes told him.
"Is there a Mr Holmes?" Dean asked curiously.
"Back in England with Mike," Mrs Holmes nodded. "Mike is my oldest son."
Dean watched as Mrs Holmes gasped and got to her feet. "What?"
"Mike," Mrs Holmes exclaimed. "He would be far more efficient than the police. He wants to be part of the British government so he is very good at tracking people down. We could get him to do a nationwide scan for Sherlock and Sam."
Mrs Holmes grabbed her phone as Dean stayed where he was, looking slightly stunned. She dialled her son's number and got through after the second ring.
"Mother, what is it? You do realise the time difference don't you." Mike's voice sounded down the phone.
"Now Mike, I need you to do something for me." Mrs Holmes spoke.
"Mother, I insist you call me Mycroft as that is the name that you gave me; the one on my birth certificate." Mycroft moaned.
"I need you scan America for your brother," Mrs Holmes said with a role of her eyes.
"What, pray tell, has brother dear gotten himself into now?" Mycroft sighed.
"Him and his boyfriend, Sam Winchester, have ran away and we need you to look for them." Mrs Holmes informed.
"Give me about 90 minutes and I should have found brother and his plaything," Mycroft huffed at the demand.
"Mycroft, please refer to your brother by his name and Sam is a lovely gentleman," Mrs Holmes scolded.
"90 minutes," Mycroft put the phone down.
Mrs Holmes replaced the phone on the holder and turned to Dean.
"Mycroft said he will have found them within 90 minutes," She relayed the conversation to Dean. "We will find them, Dean."
"Do you think they will worry?" Sam asked Sherlock.
"After everything, now you're getting cold feet?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "I thought your said Dean didn't want you anyway."
"I know," Sam sighed. "I just…I kind of miss him. He is my brother."
Sherlock rolled his eyes and turned back to stare out of the window of the bus while Sam sank slightly in his seat, fingering his phone in his hands. He was debating as to whether or not he should call Dean and let him know where he was but he thought better of it and shoved his phone into his rucksack. He just wanted to hear Dean's voice to offer him some comfort, but he couldn't face what had happened.
Sam leant back in his seat, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
The phone on the wall rang and Mrs Holmes picked it up straight away.
"Well," She demanded.
"Hello to you to mother," Mycroft smirked.
"I don't have time to play games, Mikey." Mrs Holmes sighed as she heard her oldest son huff down the phone. "Do you know where they are yet or not?"
"Actually, I do." Mycroft informed. "They are both on a bus; the 489 to Michigan. There is a police station not far from where the bus currently is. I can get in contact with them and they should be in custody within 12 minutes."
"I don't want you little brother in trouble with the police." Mrs Holmes told him.
"He won't be," Mycroft informed. "I will say it is a special request. They haven't done anything against the law anyway."
"Okay," Mrs Holmes breathed. "Just get them home as soon as possible."
"I can guarantee they will both be back with you by the end of the day," Mycroft said before putting down the phone.
"He's found them," Mrs Holmes turned to Dean who had been watching her intently.
"Thank God," Dean breathed and held his head in his hands.
Suddenly, he found that he could not control his movements. His body was moving of its own accord and a voice that appeared to be his left his mouth without his consent.
"I guess they'll get a surprise when they get home," And he lunged at Mrs Holmes.
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