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Title: Brother, Where Art Thou?

Chapter Title: Chapter Four

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!"

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!"

Dean's eyes went wide. No way. That son of a bitch demon couldn't hurt any more people who were close to Sam. He just couldn't let that happen. His little brother was already going through so much pain. Thinking that his whole family was dead, and then watching his fiancée die right in front of him twenty two years later. Who knew how he'd react if his friends were murdered, too?

"Get out of the house as fast as you can. We'll be right there," Dean said, quickly running back over to the Impala. Sam hesitated for a moment, caught off guard and in a bit of shock, but followed the older man quickly, desperate to help out his friends in any way that he could.

"Sam!" Becky ran over to the Impala as it pulled into the driveway, Sam not even bothering to let it stop before jumping out. He met the woman half way, and looked her over, instinctively checking for any injuries in a very similar fashion to how Jack checked him out. "Sam, it's after you."

"What?" Dean walked over to the two slowly, fear showing in his eyes. He shook his head, swallowing hard. "Why do you mean? What did it say?"

Becky looked over at Dean, her expression one of confusion. "Hi."

"Becky, this is Jack. He's… a friend," Sam said, trying to hide his fear. He knew the thing was after him. After all, the damn demon had captured him as a baby and had 'raised' him until he was thirteen. God, he didn't want to go back with that thing. He couldn't.

Becky sighed and nodded. She grabbed Sam's hand and led him into the house, where Zach and Jason were waiting. The five made themselves comfortable in the living room. The three victims looked shaken, but Becky the worse. She was sobbing, and her brother had to hold her close.

"How did you guys get away from it?" Dean asked, a bit confused as he looked between the three. So, what, they had been able to but Mary hadn't? How was that fair?

"Jason grabbed his gun and shot it... Didn't kill it... barely hurt it, but... It backed off," Zach said, shrugging slightly.

"Sam, it wanted to know where you were," Jason said softly, looking back and forth between Sam and Dean. He looked scared. And, honestly, Dean didn't blame him. It wasn't every day you faced a demon like that. And lived to tell the tale, too. These three were fortunate. Hell, that was an understatement.

"I know," Sam said softly, nodding. "I'm sorry you guys got in the middle of it all." He looked down at the ground, looking positively guilty. He should've defeated it when he had the chance. He should've killed it, made sure that it would never harm anyone else that Sam loved. Or, hell, he should've killed himself. That would've been easier. Then again, if he was dead, he never would've met Jess. But… if he was dead, Jess would be alive.

"What do you mean you know?" Zach asked, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Sam, what the hell?"

Sam sighed and looked up at his friends. "Guys… that was a demon. He… he kidnapped me when I was a baby, killed my entire family… at least that's what he told me. Anyway, I escaped from him when I was thirteen… I've been hiding out from him ever since…" He should've killed it while he had the chance. God, this was all his fault.

"You're serious," Becky said, her sobs having stopped. Tears were still streaming down her face, however. Now more than they were before. She hated the fact that something so obviously wanted her friend dead. Sam was a great guy. She loved him. He was like a brother to her. He couldn't… That thing couldn't harm him. He didn't deserve that.

Sam nodded slightly, sighing. "I am. But… what I don't understand is… Why now? And… why Jess?" He looked back down at the ground. God, he had a dream about Jess' death. He could've stopped it. But did he? Of course not. Because he was a god damn asshole who didn't know a premonition when it hit him in the face. If he had acted then Jess would be alive. If he had acted on his dream then none of this would've happened.

"Have you… done anything different?" Dean asked, on chance. Hey, he had to help out his brother some how. He had twenty two years of 'overprotective big brother' to catch up on, after all. There was no better time to start than now. Especially if it meant stopping the creature that had kidnapped Sammy and killed his mother. Especially if it meant making the demon pay for what it did. For messing with Dean Winchester.

Sam looked hesitant, obviously knowing something but not willing to speak up. He looked over at his friends, looking apologetic. "I… I'm gonna go with Jack… Talk with him… Is that okay?"

"Yeah. Of course," Becky said, nodding. She knew that she didn't know Jack, but there was just something about him that made her feel safe. And she just knew that, while Sam was with him alone, she didn't have to worry. She just wished that she could place it. She hated not knowing things, and she loved facts. So, hell, she'd find out eventually. Not even Jack could stop her.

"So what have you done differently?" Dean asked, opening their new motel room door and walking inside. He set his stuff down on the floor then walked over to his bed, sitting down. An expectant expression upon his face as he looked at Sam, Dean waited.

Sam chewed the inside of his lip, wondering how he could put this without sounding completely insane. But… Jack seemed to have a hint of familiarity and recognition in his eyes when Becky's call came through. Maybe… maybe the guy wouldn't think he was crazy. Or maybe he'd just kick him out of the motel room. But, then again, he didn't seem surprised when Sam talked about the demon, either. After a few more moments of thinking, the young twenty two year old figured that it'd be okay to tell Dean. "I had a dream about Jess dying --"

"Well, that's normal. Post-traumatic --"

"Weeks before it happened."

Dean's face fell. "Oh." Oh, great. As if he didn't deal with enough supernatural stuff as it was. Now it turns out his long lost brother was having freaky visions. But, then again, that's probably what the demon used to track him. Maybe that was why he kidnapped Sam all those years ago… for his powers… "Well… Okay."

Sam raised his eyebrows. Was Jack fucking serious? "'Okay?'"

Dean nodded, smirking slightly. "Yeah. Okay." He sighed and pointed to the other bed, motioning for Sam to sit down. Dean moved a bit, so he was facing Sam as his brother sat down. "That's probably what led the demon to you."

"You've faced him before," Sam said, narrowing his eyes at Jack. It wasn't a question. More of a statement, an observation.

Dean shrugged slightly. "Sort of. Not really. I was just a kid at the time. But… he hurt someone very close to me and… he made someone else even closer vanish."

"I'm sorry," Sam said softly, looking down at the old and battered shag carpet. "I know what that's like."

Dean looked at Sam with a hint of interest in his eyes. Well, hey, he could see what Sam knew about the Winchesters without telling him they were brothers. If he had an opening he'd take it. "Do you remember them at all?"

Sam smiled, nodding slightly. "I remember my mother singing to me… My father tickling me… I remember playing with Dean… God, I miss them. I didn't know them that well, but… They were my family, you know? I spent most of my time with my mother, since I was only a baby, but… Dean sticks out the most."

Dean felt a surge of pride, and felt like saying 'ha' to his father, for some unknown reason. He just liked the feeling of knowing that he was so important to Sam. God, he wanted to let the information about them being brothers slip, but he knew he couldn't. He had to let Sam have his normal life. They'd kill the son of a bitch, and then Dean would leave. Sam would never have to know. "Why is that?"

Sam smiled slightly, shrugging. He shook his head, looking back up at Jack. "I don't know, to be honest. I just… I felt closest to Dean. He was my big brother, of course I did. And then the way the demon talked about him --"

"Sam, how did the demon treat you?" Dean hated that he was interrupting. Sam was on a parade of praise, after all. And Dean loved praise. But… this couldn't go on any longer. He needed to know what the demon said. He needed to know how it acted. He needed to know how Sam escaped… He needed to know how to kill it.

Sam shook his head. "I…" He sighed, looking down at the carpet. "That's a story for another day, Jack." He looked back at the older man, noticing his watch again. "You never did get the chance to tell me why you have my watch."

Dean looked down at his wrist, the color in his face draining slightly. Oh shit. He didn't have a lie to get out of this one. Honestly, he had just wanted a piece of Sam to take with him… so he could remember his brother. After all that he had been through, it'd be a waste to just forget him. So he had taken Sam's watch so he could always be close to him… at least in one aspect. "Um… I just… Er…"

Sam raised his eyebrows. "You just what?"

Oh god. No way. He couldn't let it slip out. Not now. Not after he had worked so hard to keep it a secret. "Sam, I'm Dean."

Haley: Haha, yes, I know. Cliffhanger. Me equals evil. xD

Sam: Haley has to go to bed now.

Haley: Unfortunately, Sam's right. It was my Spring Break (yes, I was mean and didn't update while I had the time… I have a life, guys! xD) and I totally screwed up my sleeping habits. It's now half past midnight. Last night I went to bed at… four. Around four. Yes, AM. So, as you can see, I need to get back on track. Which means going to bed really soon! Say bye!

Sam: Bye!

Dean: Yeah, whatever. I don't like this story.

Haley: Shush. Now say bye.

Dean: Eye roll. Bye.

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