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Whew! It's been a LOOOONG time since I've updated. And sorry, but this update is very very short. I'm currently working on a fic called No Matter What and that's taking up most of my time. My updates for this story will be far and in between but I will continue it... slowly :P

Enjoy!

The days blended together as nothing eventful happened over the next couple of months. I became slowly more coherent and six months after my arrival, I could have conversations about certain subjects. Or more like be part of conversation with some semblance of control.

I actually learned very little about Dean and what had happened to him after he was killed. Or, at least I thought he was killed. I only really learned one thing about my brother. And that was Claire.

"I don't know," Dean said. "She just… seemed different then the other people. And the fact that she was even attracted to me…" Dean unconsciously rubbed the scar at his temple.

"W - why?"

"Well, I was an asshole. But she seemed to genuinely want to know me. That was a real kicker to be honest… Especially since she tended to avoid people too."

"Wh - wh - y?"

Dean smiled. "I found out later… She has visions."

My eyes widened. And I started to panic. "A-A-I-S-P…!"

"I know," Dean whispered. "But, you see, she didn't know that I knew. Or what I can do. Just trust me, Sammy. I'm doing everything I can to protect her."

That's when it occurred to me. I sat up straighter. "Y-ya l-e-eft 'er?"

Dean looked down at his hands.

Tears welled up in my eyes and trickled down my face. "M-my f-fa-alt!"

Dean's head shot back up. "No, no, no, no, Sammy! It is not your fault…!"

"Y-ya ta-ake m-me an...! S-st-ill b-be th-the-ere i-if… N-nooo… no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! G-go-od… ma-ake f-fe-el… d-don… p-ple…"

Dean cradled my head in his hands. "Sam! Look at me. Calm down. It's okay. Shhh…."

"No, no, no… n-no-to…"

"Shhh…" Dean gently stroked my face, wiping away the tears. "Shhh… it's okay. Not your fault. Not. Your. Fault."

"Y-ye-es… is… is… is…" I started to sob. Dean'd be with Claire right now… he'd be with someone who made him happy… not here taking care of my hopeless case… "Is… is… is…"

"Shh, Sammy." Dean pulled me into his chest and cradled my too small body in his lap. He smoothed a hand through my hair. "It's okay. It is not your fault, Sam. Never your fault…"

I shook my head hard. "E - ever - ee - thin… is…"

Dean slowly rocked me making soothing noises, I pressed my head hard against his chest, willing my heart to match his. When it did, the steady beat eventually lulled me to sleep.

This was how many days went. I would get better to only have another set back. Dean said that overall I was making progress. I trusted his judgment, knowing mine would be way off reality.

Dean would leave early in the morning before I woke up. When I woke up and Dean wasn't there, I simple curled deeper under the covers and wait until he returned. When he did he would stay until I fell asleep again at around one in the afternoon. He usually came back before I woke again, at around seven.

But one evening, he didn't come back.

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