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Title: Brother, Where Art Thou?

Chapter Title: Chapter Five

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...

"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."

Sam raised his eyebrows, and smirked slightly, obviously not amused. "Jack, that's not funny." He couldn't believe that after everything he had told Jack about Dean, that the guy would just make up a lie like that. It was hurtful and insensitive. Dang, it was just downright crude.

"I'm not trying to be funny," Dean said, looking at Sam with an expression of utmost seriousness. He could understand why Sam was freaking out, really he could. He had freaked out at first, too.

Sam stared at Dean, taking in all this. He actually didn't have a hard time believing this. He had felt a connection to "Jack" from the very start. And the guy felt comfortable talking about supernatural things. He understood… he knew. Plus, he had been protecting Sam since he got there, in some sense. "Oh my god." Sam's breath caught in his throat and he looked Dean over, tears coming to his eyes. "Dean…"

Usually Dean's philosophy was very simple: No chick flick moments. But this was their first few minutes as brothers in over twenty two years. The first moment with both of them knowing who each other were after not knowing whether the other one was alive or dead… One chick flick moment was allowed this time. Dean smiled slightly and grabbed Sam, pulling him into a hug. "God, it's been way too long, little brother."

More tears came to Sam's eyes at the words 'little brother.' He had waited so long to hear them, and now finally they came. But, wait a minute. Even though he hadn't known that Jack was really Dean, Dean had known who Sam was. Why would he keep something like that from him? How could he keep something like that from him? What, did he decide that Sam wasn't a good enough person to be called his brother, that Sam was unworthy? Sam went rigged in Dean's arms, and the older man pulled away. Sam noticed the confused expression he sported, and narrowed his eyes at his 'older brother.' "You knew. Why didn't you tell me?" Dean looked as if he was caught off guard, and was opening his mouth to say something when Sam continued. "After everything I said, after everything I told you… why didn't you tell me?"

"Sam I… I wanted to," Dean said sincerely, looking regretful and full of guilt.

"You wanted to but you didn't?" Sam scoffed a laugh, shaking his head. He couldn't believe this. The one person he thought that he would be able to trust above everyone else just turned out to be a lying bastard. Well, that was just fabulous. A thought suddenly came over the younger man, and he looked at Dean with confusion and curiosity, though his anger and hatred was still mixed in. "You can't be Dean. You're not Dean."

Out of all the reactions he had expected from Sam, that one really wasn't high on the list. Dean stared at Sam with an expression of shock and confusion, and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Excuse me?"

"He told me that my family was dead. Everyone." Sam swallowed hard. Of course, he had gotten carried away and hopeful. He had wanted to meet his brother so bad throughout his life that he had believed the first guy he felt a connection with to be him. But Dean was dead. He died that night. Dean died along with Sam's father and mother. The person in front of him was just simply not Dean.

"No, he lied," Dean said quickly. "Me and Dad, we're alive." When Sam gave him that unbelieving expression, Dean sighed. "Sam, he's a demon. Since when do demons tell the truth?" He had to convince Sam. Dean had finally found his brother, and he didn't intend on living his life without him. Of course, before he had been able to; he had wanted to protect Sam from all the evil in the world, from hunting. But now was different. He had let the secret slip. And now that Sam knew… well, Dean knew that he would go crazy without his little brother by his side. He needed him. All his life he had searched for him, even when his father said it was a lost cause. Dean couldn't lose him. Not now. Not after he had worked so hard to get him back.

Sam thought about this for a moment. Jack had a point. Demons lied. And the demon that had kidnapped him had lied a lot. So it was plausible that his family was still alive… Sam knew that Dean had lied to him before, and hadn't told him something major like they were brothers, but he knew that he was telling the truth. He didn't want to believe him, he didn't want to trust him… but he couldn't help it. Even if he was pissed off at him. "Fine. You're Dean. I believe you."

Dean's eyes brightened at these words, and it was obvious to anyone around that Sam had just made him really happy. "You do?" But it was also a bad thing that Sam believed him. Now Dean would have to make sure his brother was safe from any supernatural being around. He would have to make sure he was safe, unharmed. He would have to protect him… just like big brothers were supposed to.

"Yeah, I do," Sam said, nodding. He smirked slightly, looking Dean up and down. He couldn't believe he had lied to him. Sam believed that the guy standing in front of him was his brother, sure, but he had kept that information from him. And Sam didn't want to trust him any more than he already did. "I do. Now get the hell out of my face."

Dean's expression of shock and confusion once again. "Sam… I…"

The honest truth was that Sam couldn't trust him anymore because whoever he trusted, whoever he loved, always ended up getting hurt because of him. His mother, his girlfriend, and now his friends were attacked, too. So what would happen if he started trusting Dean, if he started getting closer to him? Sam wanted to know his brother, he really did. But he couldn't. The same thing would happen—Dean would get hurt. And Sam couldn't let that happen. No way. He had already watched the love of his life die; he wasn't going to watch his brother, the person he had been longing for his whole life, die too.

"Fine. If you're not going to go, then I am." Sam walked over to the door, opening it. Unfortunately, Dean had other plans, and quickly followed his brother, putting his hand on the door and closing it.

"You're not leaving this room. It's late and it's dangerous out there," Dean said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door. At the looked of hatred Sam was giving him, he sighed, shaking his head. "Sam, I know you're not used to people taking care of you, but I'm your older brother. This is my job."

"Yeah, you did a wonderful job of doing that the last twenty two years," Sam said coldly, glaring at Dean. He didn't want to be mean to Dean, he didn't want Dean to think that he hated him. God, he could never. He finally understood why it felt as if someone was always there protecting him, even if they weren't physically there… it was all because of Dean. Sam couldn't count the amount of times he had gotten out of a situation because of the lingering presence. His brother saved him more than even he knew. So he wanted to help save him too. Unfortunately, he had to pretend to hate him in order to save him. Dean wasn't safe around Sam; he'd only end up getting hurt. And Sam wasn't willing to let that happen. Not again.

Dean was hurt by those words. He knew that Sam was just angry; hell, he would've been angry too. But it still hurt. His entire life he had searched for Sam. Whenever he had run into a particularly powerful demon as a teenager he had tortured and questioned them, trying to get some answers about Sam's whereabouts. He never gave up. He tried to never be pessimistic. And this was what he got? To be berated, to have cold words spat at him, when he had only wanted to protect his baby brother?

"Sam, don't act as if you understand. Because you don't. All my life I searched for you, fought for you, killed for you. Dad gave up on you, Sam. But I didn't. Not once. Because I remembered you, I believed that you were still alive. I wasn't going to be like him. I wasn't just going to wake up one day and decide to stop searching for you." Dean swallowed hard and looked away from his brother as tears came to his eyes. No way. He had to prove to Sam that he was a good big brother. He couldn't show weakness. Not now, not ever. "No, I didn't tell you that we were brothers. And, yes, I was going to leave here without ever telling you. But, god damnit, Sam, you've only had to deal with that one demon. I've killed so many other evil bastards over my life. You… You escaped him, and now your life is normal. I wanted it to stay that way. I wanted to protect you."

Sam stared at Dean for a moment, trying to process his brother's confession. The only thing Dean was guilty of was being like him. Sam wanted to protect Dean from getting hurt at the demon's hand… Dean wanted to protect Sam from getting hurt by all the other supernatural beings out there. So they had lied to each other, in some sense or another. Dean had withheld information from Sam. Sam had acted like he hated Dean. They may not have known each other their whole lives, but they sure acted the same. And they both felt the same connection.

Sam sighed and nodded slightly, looking away from Dean. He turned and silently walked over to one of the motel beds, sitting down. Looking down at his legs, he fidgeted a bit with a loose thread on his jeans. "I understand. I… I'm not mad at you, Dean, I just… Mom died because of me, Jess died because of me, my friends were attacked because of me… It seems like everyone I love gets hurts and… I didn't want that to happen to you, too."

"So, what, you pretended to hate me so we'd get in a fight and I'd let you leave, or I would leave?" Dean asked, walking away from the door a bit. He kept his eyes on his little brother, even though Sam refused to look up at him. Dean understood what was going on in Sam's mind. He didn't like it, but he understood where his brother was coming from. When Sam nodded, Dean sighed and walked over to the other bed, sitting down on the side so he could continue looking at his brother. "Sam, it's not your fault they're dead. And it's not your fault your friends were attacked. I promise you that. So don't beat yourself up over it. Besides, I can take care of myself. Trust me."

Sam looked up at Dean slowly, swallowing hard. He still wanted to leave Dean, he still wanted to protect him. He stood up and shook his head, looking around the room, trying to avoid looking at his brother. "I'm happy I found you, Dean, I really am. Whatever, hell, I'm happy you found me. I'm glad that I finally got to meet you after all these years. I've dreamt about it, hoping that you weren't dead and that one day I'd finally get to talk to you…"

Dean looked down at his hands. Oh god. "But…?"

"But I can't stay with you," Sam said, turning to him. "Whether it's my fault or not, the demon ends up hurting those who I get close to. I can't let that happen to you."

"Sam –"

"Dean, you said it yourself. You want me to stay here and lead a normal life. And I want you to stay away from me so you won't get hurt. If we're away from each other, we can have that."

"Sam, I wanted that before, but I don't anymore," Dean said, his jaw clenching slightly. How could Sam be saying this? Was he really that mad that Dean had kept the information from him? That now he didn't even want to be around his older brother? No, Dean couldn't think that. It was obvious that Sam was happy that Dean was there, no matter what was going through his head about the future. He just wanted to keep Dean safe. And Dean could understand that… he wanted to keep Sam safe. "Sam, whether I like it or not you're going to have to deal with the supernatural. And whether you like it or not I'm going to have to deal with bad ass demons. So why don't we just deal with them together?"

Sam thought for a moment. Dean had a point. But, then again, there was no way he'd come across a demon like the one that was after Sam. He was powerful beyond reason and evil beyond reason. Sure, there were probably other demons around like him, but they couldn't be as bad. Nothing could be as bad as Him. "No, Dean. I've made up my mind. I'm not letting you get hurt."

Haley: I haven't updated in a long time, and I'm sorry! But I'm in class right now, bored, and so I have time to write an after-chapter. Haha, I finally gave it a name xD

Dean: Finally. You never came up with one before and you've been writing these for how long?

Haley: Um… counts… Weeell… I started my first one after Asylum… And that was back at the end of November… so… counts again… about five months or so. Yeah… Wait… I just made your point, didn't I? Wooooow, I've been writing Supernatural fanfics for a while.

Sam: Haley, you should really be paying attention in class.

Haley: Well, they're talking about some woman getting spanked at work and her lawsuit against it… She got 1.7 million dollars. Sam, do you really want me to partake in a discussion about workplace spanking?

Dean: Actually –

Sam: Dean, shut up. And, Haley, you have a point. If the discussion makes you uncomfortable, then keep talking to us.

Haley: Workplace spanking… jeez… I swear… The things this class talks about… Shakes head… Oh, incase you guys were wondering, this is Business Law Class. We learn what it sounds like. The laws of businesses. So I guess the workplace spanking lawsuit is the stuff we should talk about, but it's simply not proper for school. But… Looks over at Dean and grins.

Dean: O.O Haley, I don't like the way you're looking at me…

Haley: Dean, I love you. Grabs his hand.

Dean: Haley, think about this! I'm eleven years older than you!

Haley: So?

Sam: I'm gonna deal with them. You guys just review. Bye!

Haley: Blah, I had this done 24 hrs. ago but I kept getting errors when I tried to upload documents... It's fixed now, yay . Anyway, yes, when I saw 24 hrs. I mean 24 hrs... I'm in class again xD