A/N I saw the first two episodes of season 4 this weekend. I was completely blown away by them. I'm hoping to be able to keep it from interfering with the story I've been meaning to write, but I have no idea if I'll manage. One thing's for sure, it inspired me;)

Day 6

My brother left me a letter. A letter I didn't expect, a letter I never would have hoped for. Dean has never been the most….literate of guys. He left me a bank account and the Impala. The car, I expected, since he gave me the keys before the Hellhounds came for him. The bank account however, is a surprise. The amount of that bank account… I just don't get. There's a lot of money in there, and Dean wrote that it was legit. I don't get how it could be. I don't know how he could have that kind of money. I spent the last 3 years with him, almost 24/7. Sleeping in crappy motel rooms, shopping in army surplus, in goodwill stores, buying cheap and making every cent stretch. I ragged on him because of the hustling, of the credit card scams, of the poker games. I saw him worry that we didn't have enough to fill the Impala's tank, and we slept in the car or in some empty houses more than our fair share of times. I watched as he slipped money into my wallet when he thought I wasn't looking, just to make sure I didn't know how broke we really were.

And all that time, he had money. Money that could put me through Law School easily. More than enough to support the both of us these last three years.

I don't understand.

"What's eating you up boy?" Bobby's voice startled Sam out of his musings.

"Nothing" He answered, his eyes on the papers he held in his hands.

"Come on, Sam, I know there's something wrong."

Sam's voice was quiet when he answered. "My brother is in Hell because of me, of course there's something wrong."

Bobby snorted.

"It ain't your brother that's bugging you."

When Sam answered, it was low, so low Bobby had to strain to understand.

"How did he get that much money Bobby? And why did he never tell me about it? Hell, why did he keep doing those credit cards scams? I don't get it."

"Ahhhhh. He left you the Sammy fund." Sam jerked.

"The what?"

Bobby sank down into a chair. This was going to be hard to explain and he cursed the oldest Winchester for having left that fun job to him.

"The Sammy Dream Fund". He took a deep breath before explaining. "Money Dean worked for since he realized you were a genius. I guess he never spent any of it. "

"I don't get it Bobby."

"You must have been…seven or eight years old when your brother heard some teacher talk about you. You were all staying with me at the time, and he came back from school that day, told me you were a genius, that you could be anything you wanted when you grew up. He was so proud of you he was almost bouncing. The next day, he took the money he'd made by mowing a neighbour's lawn and asked me if I could open a bank account for him. The kid knew your father wouldn't approve of his plans for you. After that day, he was relentless. He worked as many jobs as he could to put money away for you. Between the odd jobs, the studying and the hunting, I don't know when he slept."

"But. How did he manage to make so much money? He says it's all legit, that none of it comes from the scams, or hustling. How did I never realize he was working?" Sam asked. The puppy-eyed look that always got to Dean got to Bobby too and he found himself giving more information then he had intended to.

"You're not the only brilliant one in the family son. You're brother was as bright, if not more then you are. He just never showed it. And his smarts, he didn't get them in books, even if he studied like crazy, he got them on the street, he got them by watching. I've never seen someone so talented with anything mechanic. That EMF detector you tote everywhere? The one he made from a walkman, well, he didn't need plans to build it, he just…knew. He always did. Anything that has an engine, or is electronic, he could take apart and repair with his eyes closed. With talent like that, he could make money like it was raining down. He took every job that would hire him. Most of the work was temp work, the jobs no one else would take. The dangerous stuff, the messy stuff, he did it all. He got injured almost as often doing those things as he did while hunting. He managed to hide it from your Dad, and from you. Your brother was a damn fine man son. All he wanted was for you to be happy, for you to have what you wanted." By the end, Bobby's voice held the anger he'd held inside since the first time he'd patch Dean up, in secret from brother and father.

"If he had that money, if he worked so hard, why did he never tell me? And I don't understand how I never saw any of it. Bobby, are you sure all of the money is legit? I mean, I know Dean is more intelligent than he let on, but genius? Don't you think that's far fetched?"

Bobby stood up. "I could throttle you. Your brother is…was smarter than you are. He got offered full rides to several colleges, he could have used that money to bail on hunting, bail on you and John, and just get out of this life." Snatching a thick folder from underneath a pile of books, he threw it at Sam. "This is your brother Sam, and you wonder how you never knew. You never saw him. He was just convenient to you, and you were so blinded by your dreams of anything normal that you never thought about him. Have you forgotten that Dean wasn't there the night you left? He was working as a night guard that evening, and he came back to find you gone, and your father passed out. Shit Sam, it about killed that boy." The anger that had been boiling in Bobby for years was threatening to come out, and he turned around, heading out the door before he said something he would regret.

Sam, shocked by Bobby's outburst slowly lowered his eyes to the folder he held in his hands. His head aching from what he'd just heard, he opened the folder to find plans and magazine articles, things he had no clue about. Suddenly, Sam gasped. All of them were signed… D.Winchester.

End Notes: I have no idea where this is going. The story just writes itself and I'm in shock. I've never written so quickly or easily in my life. Should be only a few chapters left, but really?? I don't know how many. Hope you enjoy. Chapter title from a Robert Frost poem.