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What don't I get a chance to rant? Well guess not, anyway 3rd chapter? I'm totally not typing this out of fear of a tornado coming through Tennessee from Texas. Please pray for those hit by the tornado please : )

P:S Many of you have asked about the what season this is set in and at first it was early 1st but then I thought of Bobby and so its kinda a mix of seasons 1- 3, but Sam looks like he did in the pilot episode and Jess's death is still fresh on his mind.

Ch.3 Homecoming

Sam sat contently beside his mothers grave, knee's drawn up to his chest which were held tightly together by his arms, and his chin rested on his forearms.

" Sometimes I think it has to be my fault. Like maybe its something I did…. Dad….. I know how he feels know, to have someone you love like no one else – not even your children – to be swiped away by a demon. It's mind numbing mom."

I know Sam, I'm so sorry it happened…. I should've known it would've happened.

" I must be going crazy." Sam sniffled, feeling his eyes starting to burn," I can sort of hear you in my mind right now. I don't understand this at all."

Its alright Sam, I'm still here for you..

" I wonder – do you think she's mad at me?"

Sam wiped at his nose with his sleeve, he could almost hear his mothers voice telling him that Jess was a selfless girl, and that she would understand she wasn't meant to be with him right now. That she was taken to heaven where they would meet again sometime.

His pocket started to vibrate.

Sam took a deep breath and stood up to dig the phone from his pocket," Hello?"

" Sam!" Dean sounded overjoyed to hear from his brother," Feeling better?"

" I guess." Sam replied.

" Good. That's great. You eaten anything yet?"

Sam swallowed the lump in his throat," No."

The line went silent for a moment," No?" Dean questioned.

" I um… just took a shower and was about to head out to the diner."

" Oh." Dean sighed," Just as long as you do eat."

" Right." Sam nodded in agreement even though Dean couldn't see him," How's the hunt going?" he asked eager to change the subject.

" I cant even pronounce the damn things name." Dean replied – you could hear Bobby in the background spouting off the things name," But we're working on it. Shouldn't be long now until we can track it."

" Great, so you'll be home soon?" Sam asked stifling a cough.

" Yeah, hey are you sure you're ok? You sound funny." Dean asked, finding it odd that Sam sounded like that time that they were kids…..

" Yes Dean I'm sure, I'm just tired." Sam sighed.

" Well, just… get some rest ok?"

" Ok Dean."

" Bye."

Sam closed his phone – feeling content that Dean wouldn't have stayed on long enough for his returned good bye.

Dean closed his phone as turned back to Bobby," How was he?"

" Fine I guess. I don't think he's acting right Bobby." Dean replied pushing his phone back into his pocket and stalking over to the table to pour himself a shot of whiskey.

Bobby raised an eyebrow," Ya think ya idgit?"

Dean almost choked on his whiskey," Again, what the hell Bobby?"

Bobby shrugged," Your expectin too much of the boy. He just lost someone important to him. I know you can't exactly relate but I can. And he'll need some time to deal."

Dean almost wanted to punch Bobby in the face. He couldn't relate? Was he the only one that noticed the fact their father was missing?

" Yeah right." He muttered taking another shot of his whiskey before turning back to grab his book and laying down on the couch for more research on the – well, thing he couldn't pronounce.

Dean 11, Sam 8

Dean stood before his brother, who was laying on the couch, face down into the pillow that was tightly clenched in his hands," C'mon Sammy. You have to eat something."

Sam didn't reply but another muffled sob came from under the pillow.

Dean folded his arms, casting a glance at the window as if someone was standing there causing Sam to be upset like he was.

He'd known for a while now that Sam was well over his fever and the real reason he wouldn't eat anything was because of the damn demon " dog " that he'd grown so attached to was murdered by his own father right in front of him.

That was the reason Sam refused to go anywhere near any type meat – not that Dean himself ate his hamburger the night he'd seen his father gut something for the first time, that might have been around the age of 9….

Dean sighed," Sam I'm sorry about the dog. There was nothing you could've done for it, it was dead before you even saw it."

Sam nodded, but Dean knew it was just another attempt to get him to back off.

Dean scratched his head and felt a bloody scab there from the last time he'd scratched. It wasn't that they had lice or anything – he just hadn't had a shower in about 3 weeks.

" I'm going to go take a shower, I'll order pizza or something when I get out." He said.

Sam didn't move or say anything as a reply.

Dean hesitated before heading on to the shower.

He was scrubbing his head with a good smelling blue colored shampoo when he started to think about Sam.

He'd gotten sick on what, Tuesday was it? Today was Friday. He stopped and started counting his soapy fingers,

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Friday

Dean gasped when the shampoo ran down into his left eye. He quickly buried his face into the towel he'd laid over the shower curtain.

Sam had been sick early Tuesday morning, about 3:30 to get technical, and he'd only eaten a morsel of food since then.

A cracker here,

A cracker there

Several hours later came puking.

No more crackers after that.

Dean pulled his face away from the towel, it had to of been at least 3 days since Sam had eaten.

He had almost ate yesterday – almost – he'd felt better and was coming from his room down the hall when he'd came outside to see his father gut the only pet he'd ever had.

Sam had passed out at that sight. Maybe he wouldn't have if he'd eaten something to get his strength back first- but he hadn't.

Dean quickly rubbed the rest of the shampoo out of his hair and got out of the shower, he needed to get the kid something to eat fast.

He flipped open the cell phone his father had left for them in case of an emergency and began flipping through a phone book sitting on the table, and was about to dial the number when he realize he should've asked Sam what he would want on his pizza. Not that Dean didn't already know the answer to that.

" Sam." He nudged him.

Sam didn't move.

" Sammy wake up and tell me what you want to eat." Dean pushed.

Sam didn't wake up.

" S-Sam?" Dean's voice became shaky.

….

He rolled his brother over and shook his shoulders," Sam!"

" Oh my god!" He gasped checking for a pulse,

There it was.

Dean jumped from the couch and swiped the phone off the table, and punched in his fathers number.

"Ring….. ring…ring…ring….ring…..ring…..your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message center."

Dean snapped the phone shut and quickly reopened it and dialed 911.

" 911 whats your emergency?"

" My brother isn't waking up, can you please tell me what's wrong with him?" Dean was practically sobbing by this time, he didn't think he could live without his brother.

" Everything is ok, I'm going to send an ambulance right away, what is your address?"

Dean quickly spouted off the address and hung up.

He went back to trying to wake his brother until the paramedic arrived.

" Dean!" Bobby called.

" Hmmm… Is he ok?" Dean muttered sitting up tiredly, wiping his eye with his hand.

" I don't know what you was dreamin about but- take a gander at this." Bobby said sarcastically.

Dean squinted at the paper, his eyes widened in realization," That's!" he gasped.

" Right where you boys was hauled up." Bobby finished.

" That's where Sam is! Bobby we have to get there and stop this thing!" Dean stood up and began throwing on his jacket.

" Hold on boy, theres one more thing you need to look at." Bobby nodded his head at the paper full of notes he'd written down as he read.

Dean grabbed the note pad.

" Damn it!"

Sam had finally flagged down another taxi in their slow moving neighborhood – he'd had to walk back to town – and hitched a ride home. It wasn't what you would call " a vacation trip " considering he could pay off the taxi driver with his own money, but he would admit it was refreshing to come home.

He always thought he would hate coming home, but it really was a beautiful place with a beautiful remake of their old home- and he really couldn't hate it. He had no motive like Dean did.

He had no memories, like Dean did.

Sam looked out the window, bracing himself for the oncoming hunger pains he could tell were approaching.

" Where's your father?" a medic asked.

Dean squeezed Sammys hand harder, he'd never had this much trouble coming up with a lie before – he'd never been in this situation before.

" Son, you with us?" the one across from his said.

Dean nodded," He's – he's at our Uncle Bobby's, he'd gone to get food and money. S-Sammy was asleep, so I told him I would watch out for him. He wasn't gone for long."

" Its ok son, everything's going to be alright."

" You with me?" Bobby asked.

" What?" Dean said.

"I asked if you were with me, looked like you were over in lala panty land." He grumbled.

Dean looked back towards the window, he had been day dreaming the rest of his memory.

" Yeah Bobby, I'm here."

So how was that for a quick update? It only took me a night and about an hour after school :D

Quickest update I've ever done I think.

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