WARNING: I'm not sure about dates or ages, so I am estimating here. Do not use this info as fact.

CHAPTER 8

Dean didn't really know where he was going. He had stormed out of the motel room without a clear plan worked out in his head. That fact became obvious when he got to the car and just stood there.

"Jesus" he sighed as he used his left hand to ruffle his hair. Glancing around the parking lot, he realized that the only place he wanted to go was back into the motel room. Back to where his family was.

He turned swiftly and stalked back to the door marked 207.

"Okay then" Dean said as he came through the door. Both the other men looked up at him in surprise. "Time for the story dad" Dean continued with a smile.

John's eyebrows rose and he chuckled. "I knew that you were resilient, but this is…impressive. Even for you" he said turning in his seat to look at Dean fully. "I'm impressed son"

Dean rolled his eyes and went back to his seat on the bed; Once again next to Sam. He didn't bother saying anything, just looked expectantly at his father.

John sighed and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. "I'll start from the beginning then. Over twenty years ago…Sam witnessed his mother's death" Sam and Dean exchanged looks at how he had decided to describe the event; through Sam's eyes. He had never done that before. "And now…he has seen another death that is…that happened…that is similar" John had a hard time getting it out. He said the last three words deliberately.

"Yeah. We know that, but what about…" Sam said frustration written on his face.

"You know that huh?" John interrupted. "Do you also know that in all the years that I have searched for this…thing, I've never heard anything about it. Not until now. Not until you" There was silence when he finished. Both the young men sitting on the bed were frozen with shock.

Dean was the first to break out of it. "Are you trying to say that it's about Sam?" he asked John angrily, coming to his feet and giving John an incredulous look. "That's a load of crap"

"Dean. I have thought about this a lot and…"

"I don't care what you've done. You don't tell my brother that he…you don't say something like that to him" Dean cut off John's explanation.

Sam looked up at dean with surprise. This was the first time that he had ever heard his brother talk back to his father. He was touched that it would be over him. It was nice to know that in some things, Dean had his back.

"All I said was the truth" John retorted sharply, coming to his feet as well. The two men stood facing each other, both about to lose their temper. Seeing how similar their mannerisms were and added to that their physical resemblance, was like a lightning bulb for Sam.

"I don't fit" he said softly. His quiet voice sliced through the heated tension that surrounded the father and son. Both looked at him in question. Sam looked up with a dazed expression on his face. "I'm not a Winchester"

Spasms of pain reaped havoc on John's face. He groaned and fell back onto his chair, holding his face in his hands. Tears began to seep out of his eyes as Sam's words replayed in his head. His worst nightmare was coming true; Sam was learning the truth and rejecting John as his father.

"What the hell are you talking about Sam?" Dean asked, eyeing Sam darkly. He glanced at his father quickly when the older man's sobs reached his ears. "What is going on?"

"Ask dad" Sam said in a dead voice. "All I know is that I don't look like anyone in my family, not on my mother's side or…John's" Sam nearly choked on John's name. Not feeling like he had the right to call him father was killing him.

"N…" Dean shook his head in denial and swallowed back a lump in his throat. "Not everyone can be blessed with these looks" he said with a weak chuckle, trying to diffuse the situation with a joke. It didn't work. "Dad?" he said, a pleading note in his voice.

John rubbed his face and gulped in air as he looked at Dean. He held back his tears as he tore apart his family with the truth.

All three wished that they could go back to the lies.