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Chapter 2.

They had been driving for two hours in silence. Dean sat in the passenger seat, with his head pressed against the window. Dean hadn't asked where they were going. He did not

really care. The countryside blurred as they sped down another road. John, uncomfortable with the silence, asked, "Are you okay Dean?"

Dean silenced him with a dark look. "Stupid question..." He reached for the radio. He switched it on. The sound of the newsreader filled the car.

"And in other news police have now confirmed they are treating the fire in Paulo Alto as suspicious-"

Dean switched off the radio. "Are you angry at me son?"

Again, Dean did not speak. He shot his father a questioning look that clearly asked, why?

"I don't know. Because I wasn't there. For either of you."

"You were there for us."

John shook his head and looked back at the road, "Not when it counted. Not when it mattered."

Dean switched his gaze to the window again. His heart pounding with the accuracy with the statement.

Dean must have fallen asleep. He did not think he could have, but didn't question it. He was glad for the rest. When he awoke, John was parking the car at the kerb of what

looked like, a residental area. When he finished, he looked over at Dean and nodded. "Your awake." he said quietly.

"Where are we?" Dean didn't recognise the area.

"Home."

"Wh-"

"Lawerence. We've come back to Lawerence."

Dean felt the knot in his stomach tighten slightly. He had always vowed never to come back to this place. The start of it all. But then again, he had vowed to always be there for

his baby bro. So, he guessed, things changed.

"I don't recognise-"

"This is the other part of town. You wouldn't recognise this place. We are at a friends house. Missouri Mossely."

"A friend?" Dean questioned.

"She's a good friend," John turned in his seat, "I spoke to her while you were sleeping. She's going to let us stay with her."

"What about Sammy. I want to go to him. I wanna-"

"I know Dean," John said soothingly, "I know. You'll see Sam soon."

"I want to go now. I thought that's where you were driving us."

"I took care of it Dean. Trust me."

"What did you do?" Dean asked, agigated.

"As soon as possible, we're going to take Sam home. He's coming back to Lawerence, back to us, one last time."

Dean cast his eyes around, looking for a distraction. His gaze landed on his phone. He reached for it almost eagerly, and flipped it over. Distraction came in the form of a

message, informing him he had a new voicemail. He dialled the correct numbers and waited for the automated messages to stop. He could feel himself calming down as he did so.

The aching thought of his baby brother alone was killing him slowly.

Concentrating on this message allowed that thought to drift away. To fall back to the back of his mind.

"Hey Dean," Dean jolted upwards. He gasped and his face scrunched. John asked him what was wrong but Dean shushed him. He was straining to hear. The message was from

Sam.

"I know it's been a long time. I've wanted to call you and dad so many times. How are you. Hunted anything good lately? ( he sounded nervous to Dean, as though he did not

know what to say) That's not why I am calling. I proposed to a girl tonight Dean. Her names Jessica. God you'd love her. She said yes. Yes! I'm engaged, can you believe it. I

asked her about ten minutes ago. The person I wanted to tell- the people, if you include dad- aren't here. I am sorry. Call me back soon. We should meet up. Just...just call me."

With a chuckle the message ends, leaving a stunned Dean.

IT IS AN AU: I KNOW HE DOESN'T PROPOSE IN THE PILOT :)