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Title: Brother, Where Art Thou?

Chapter Title: Chapter Three

Setting: (Author's Universe) Sam's 23 and Dean's 27

Summary: What if, along with killing Mary that night, the demon also kidnapped Sam? Dean missed his brother greatly throughout his life, but learned to move on, hunting and killing things with his father. But now they've heard about a young Stanford student dying the same way Mary had, and this mystery leads him to the one person who's been missing from his life…

Warnings: probably a few typos here and there...

Sam yawned loudly, opening his eyes slowly as a knock awoke him. He looked around, wondering where the hell he was. It looked like a dingy motel room, like one would use if they traveled a lot but didn't have much money. Then it hit him. Jack had brought him to it last night. Sam's brow furrowed, and he looked around again before looking over at the open bathroom door. Wait. Where was Jack? "He was here this morning…"

Another knock sounded, and Sam looked over at the motel room door. He sighed and got out of bed slowly, wobbling over to the door, as he was still half asleep. He unlocked it and opened it slowly, coming face to face with a balding man. He guy seemed annoyed, and informed Sam that it was check out time unless he wanted to stay another night. Sam nodded, telling him that he understood, before closing the door.

Sam looked around the room, leaning against the door, confused. Where the hell was Jack? What, did he think that it was just okay to do something like that and then leave without saying another word? God damnit. When Sam saw him next he was gonna kill that guy.

Sam looked around, realizing that he didn't have any stuff to pack up before leaving. And he didn't have any clothes, either. Shit. He was gonna have to walk around in the same clothes he was wearing yesterday? Gross. But he then noticed a small bag on the chair, a note on the desk. Sam walked over and grabbed the note, reading.

Dear Sam,

I went to the store and got you some clothes. I thought you'd need them, figuring that most of your stuff got caught in the fire. And, really, don't worry about paying me back.

As you may have noticed, I'm not in the room. I found out some stuff and had to leave for your own safety. Plus, I found out some things in a town nearby, so I needed to go there to help out some people.

I'll contact you when I feel the time is right. Until then, I hope you enjoy your life at Stanford. It's a great school. And don't let your girl's death keep you from living. Think about what Dean would've wanted for you. Would he have wanted you to grieve and stay stuck in the past? Of course not. So, if you're not going to move on for yourself, do it for him. Do it for your older brother.

-- Jack

Wait a minute. Sam had never told Jack about Dean. How did he know? Sam shrugged slightly, shaking his head. He probably talked about stuff while he was drunk. Hell, if he talked about Dean then that meant he may have talked about the demon. That was probably why Jack left. He thought Sam was crazy. Not that the guy blamed him. Sam said some pretty crazy shit sometimes, especially when he was emotional and drunk at the same time.

Sam bit the inside of his lip, reading the note back over again. Jack was a pretty okay guy. And he was right. Dean would want Sam to move on. He wouldn't want his little brother dwelling on the past, on something that he couldn't have stopped. Well, okay, so Sam didn't know what Dean would want; hell, he didn't even know the guy. But… part of him felt like he did. Part of him felt like he knew Dean better than he knew himself. But maybe it was false hoping. Whatever.

Sam was snapped out of his thoughts when a ringing reached his ears. He looked at the desk and grabbed his cell phone, looking at the screen. It was Jason. Great. Sam sighed and pressed the 'send' button, putting the phone to his ear. "Yeah?"

"Hey, Sam, where are you?"

"Why?"

"Because you didn't come home last night. I got worried."

"I'm at a motel. I got drunk at a bar last night. Figured it'd be better to just come here for the night."

"Oh, okay…"There was along pause. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

"Well, tell me what motel you're at. I'll come and get you."

"No, no, it's fine. I can take a bus or a cab or walk or something. It's fine. Don't worry… Hey, Jace?"

"Yeah, Sam?"

"What time is it?"

"Four thirty."

"Oh."

"Why?"

"No reason. I just don't have my watch on me--I think I left it at your place or the bar or something. No big deal."

Sam sighed and looked down at his wrist, where his watch was missing. He was sure that he had it on the night before. Where was it? Sam shook his head and walked into the bathroom, looking in the mirror. He looked like crap. Literally.

"Alright. If you need anything just call."

"Alright. Bye."

"Bye."

Sam sighed and turned off his phone as a 'click' came from the other end. Well, this was gonna be fun. Not.

Dean bit his bottom lip, looking in his rearview mirror. It had been a couple hours since he had left Sam back at the motel. He had staid longer then he had intended to. He kept telling himself that if Sam woke up before he left then the two were meant to know each other, meant to find out about their long lost brothers after all this time. He had left the decision in the hands of fate. But Sam hadn't woken up, and Dean had found it a good idea to just leave. After going shopping for him, of course. Damn, that had been bad. He had to have a saleslady help him. It sucked.

Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, now looking out in the road in front of him. Before he left he had grabbed Sam's cell phone and looked at his phone information, taking down the number. Then he had saved it in his own phone. He hadn't lied when he said that he'd contact Sam. He would… eventually. And, maybe, if they were far enough away from each other, he might just tell Sam that they were brothers… The keyword being maybe.

Dean grabbed his cell phone and clicked on the address book, starting to scroll down the list. He sighed and clicked 'send' as he reached his father, putting the phone to his ear. It was only a few moments before John picked up. "Dad, I have some news."

"What is it? What did you find out about the killing of that girl?"

"Not much. Her fiancée was really upset the whole time."

"Dean, we need to know --"

"I know. But… Dad… I found out some things about him."

There was a pause on the other end. "Like what?"

"Dad, I did a search on him on a government program and he… well… Sam Charles? He was put into a mental institution. He kept saying that he was kidnapped by a demon as a baby. A demon who told him that his mother, father and older brother were all dead. The guy escape from the bastard's clutches at the age of thirteen. And now his girlfriend dies the same way Mom did?"

"Dean, you don't think --"

"Dad, I felt a connection to him. I can't explain it, but it was strong."

There was a sigh, but Dean knew that his father was willing to give his theory a shot. "Where is he now?"

Dean was reluctant to tell his father… he knew that John wouldn't be too happy. "Back in Stanford."

There was a pause. "And you are?"

"Two hours away from Stanford…"

"May I ask why?"

"Because you can't just walk up to a guy and say 'Hi, I'm the older brother you thought was dead.' He'd think I was insane. Besides, he was hurting. God, Dad, his fiancée was just murdered. I'm not going to do that to my little brother. I'm not --"

"Dean, listen to me. You don't even know if he is our Sam."

"But I do, Dad. I know he is. I can feel it."

"If you really thought he was your little brother you wouldn't have left him when it was obvious something was after him."

Dean's face fell, as realization hit him. The thing that had killed Sam's girlfriend, Jessica, was the same exact thing that had killed their mother and had kidnapped Sam way back when. It was obvious it was back for the man. How did Dean not catch that? How could he miss such an important detail? Just because he was so surprised to find out that Sam was his long lost little brother he had slipped up in a dangerous way. Sam escaped from that demon once, but it took him thirteen years to figure out how. What if something went wrong?

"Dean?"

Dean swallowed hard before making a large U-Turn, pressing on the gas pedal even harder. "Yes, sir?"

"Are you going back?"

"Yes, sir, I am. I'm gonna protect Sammy. No matter what."

"That's my boy. Call me when you find out more."

"Yes, sir." Dean heard the click on the line and set down his phone, staring at the road ahead of him. Please let Sam be okay when I get to him…

Sam was walking along the road, looking for any sign of which way Jack went. He had asked a few people, and they had all commented on the '60s Impala, telling him where it went and pointing him in the right direction. He had been walking for about an hour now, going this way and that, thankful for each encounter which told him he was headed in the right direction. But he had been walking for a while without having ran into anyone. He hoped he was going the right way. He couldn't lose Jack. He didn't know why but he… he couldn't.

A car horn sounded behind him and Sam turned around, just as Dean ("Jack") stopped the car, stepping out. The older man immediately ran over to Sam, looking him up and down, checking for any injuries. "Are you okay?"

Sam raised his eyebrows, nodding slowly. "Yeah… I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

Dean looked back at Sam's face, and hesitated for a moment. Well, he couldn't really tell him the truth, now could he? Not without telling Sam that Dean was his older brother. Which he wasn't going to do. It wasn't that he didn't want Sam to know; he did, he wanted to get to know his brother in a way that Sam would only let his brother do. But… if Sam knew, he might feel obligated to go with Dean when he left; after making sure Sam was safe, of course. Dean wouldn't let him do that. Sam had to stay at Stanford. He was happy there. Safe.

"Just making sure. These roads are dangerous," Dean said, shrugging. He looked up and down the long stretch of road. Damn, there were barely any buildings out this way. It was almost like a desert… Almost. "Where you headed?"

Sam shifted uncomfortably, looking around his surroundings. He couldn't just very well tell Jack that he was looking for him, could he? He'd seem clingy, and a few words like that might make Jack think that Sam wanted him around. Of course he did, but he was allowing Jack to fill that space in his heart where memories of his brother lingered. And he barely knew the guy! He couldn't let his heart be filled. Jack wasn't his brother.

"Places," Sam said, shrugging slightly. He frowned as he looked at Jack's wrist. "Is that my watch?" Suddenly Sam's phone rang, and he grabbed it from his jacket, pressing the "send" button then the "speaker phone" button . "Hello?"

"Sam!" Sam's heart stopped--it was Becky. And she sounded terrified. "Sam, something's here! You have to come! I think it's the same thing that killed Jess!"

Haley: Hehe… I know, I know. Evil. Anyway, this chapter would've been posted a lot sooner, but I was having fun tonight.

Dean: She was getting her jollies by watching Jensen. Who looks like me, by the way.

Sam: Don't get too cocky, Dean. You might attract Haley away from the videos.

Dean: You know what? That's a good point. I hate attracting Haley. She scares me.

Haley: All night I was downloading Jensen and Jared interviews, from all different months. I loved this one, where Jared was talking about how he loved hand-held games and stuff, and it switched to Jensen who was talking about Jared always having it. Then the interviewer commented that Jensen got into it, and Jensen's excuse was "He bought me one!" It was effing hilarious. And the end was like 'Jensen: I stole all your answers, didn't I?; Jared: Yeah, you did. I should cry.; Jensen: You know, you should. Be like (in a crying voice) He stole all my answers!' Something like that. Whatever, it was hilarious. And, according to Jensen, they were only filming their third ep and already they had a 'laundry list of pranks' they were gonna play on each other. Oh, and Jensen also reported in another interview that he's 6'1" and Jared's 6'5". So I'm using those heights now, for all my stories, since the fact came from Jensen's mouth. God, Jensen and Jared are so cute together. Their friendship is a lot like Dean and Sam's brothership. But they're nicer to each other. XD

Dean: See? She's obsessed.

Haley: Yup! What can I say? Watching the interviews was fun!

Sam: She's been downloading them for hours. Watched about ten of them. Right now she's downloading her last one for the night that's taking about an hour… So you know it's a long clip.

Haley: I'm so excited! It took about an hour but now there's only, like, six minutes left! Yay! Clap! Anyway, review please! Ciao!