One day ago

Sam sat on his hotel bed, the bed adjacent was covered in documents and his laptop currently one his works system showing previous cases.

There's a knock at the door; he opens it to reveal his Uncle Bobby and Jake. "What are you guys doing here"

"coming to see if your no longer an idijit."

Sam sighs and moves to let them in. Jake jumps onto the bed with the laptop, careful not to disrupt any of the papers.

"Well?"

"It's complicated Bobby"

"Well, uncomplicated it. It's that simple"

"But it's not is it?"

Bobby dragged Sam to the little kitchenette area away from Jake.

"Listen, Jess has told us the whole situation. If you were so adamant that boy in there wasn't yours. Why didn't you just do the sensible thing in, I don't know, ask your wife or there are such things as paternity tests you know"

"Yeah, because that would be a brilliant conversation over the dinner table. Hmmm great stew love, also is Jake really my Son or did Dean knock you up"

"Don't be funny with me boy! What about a test"

"I researched it" Sam looked embarrassed. "We're brothers, the results might not be conclusive. The results could show the same result if I was his Dad or if I was his uncle."

Bobby removed his cap, scratched his forehead and but the cap back on with a sigh – "What am I going to do with you boy?"

Sam looked down in embarrassment.

"Hey Dad, what is Williams v Sac sac something"

"Williams v Sacromento?" Bobby questioned looking at Sam

Sam cleared his throat and walked over to his son who was looking at his Dad's laptop. "Erm, well that's a court case. Williams is young teacher, he is currently in Jail. His story is similar to your Uncle Deans"

"But he's in Jail, is Uncle Dean going to Jail?"

Bobby walked over and picked up Jake and plonked him on his knee, Jake turned to him with the upmost trust in his eyes. "We are all working hard on not letting that happen" Bobby looked up at Sam, so why all the research?" with a cocky gleam in his eyes. "Just getting as much information as possible, so I can send it to Dean's Lawyer. I am trying to establish what went wrong with this case – You see, Williams still claims to this day that he is innocent"

"your helping Uncle De?"

Sam smiles at Jake – "listen, buddy. What you saw the other day with me and your Uncle Dean. We were both out of line and we should never have let it go to those extremes. So yeah, anything I can do to help – I will"

"Because he's your hero?" Jake jumped off Bobby's lap and grabbed his back pack of the floor, opened it and gave Sam a frame with the yellowing paper. Sam instantly knew what it was – it was an essay he had written when he was 4, a dedication to his older brother and as Jake had rightly said; his hero. The frame's home usually took place at his parent's house on the bookshelf. "Daddy, read it" "I know what it is Jake" "Read it, Son"

So Sam did and he was immediately assaulted with memories from his and Dean's past, not only from the words uttered in the paper in his hands but from the argument they had previously. I raised my baby brother; cleaned his diapers, made him his food, comforted him when he was sick, took care of the bullies, helped him with his homework.

"That's going to be me isn't it Daddy, I am going to be like Uncle Dean, when you give me a Younger Brother"

Sam looked up from the document in his hands. Sam stood up and walked into the kitchen where Bobby followed. "I've severally screwed up haven't I?" "You're Damn right Son!" Bobby grabbed his checks to ensure that he was looking at him in the eyes "but you can fix it"

"Are we going Uncle Bobby, Momma said not to be long"

"Yeah, I am coming now, get your bag"

"I'll do more work; I'll sort it I promise Bobby."

"You will have to do more than that son and fast" Bobby walked towards the door where and opened it for Jake to go to the car. "that brother of yours has informed that he is saying Guilty in court"

"What, why?"

"That Lawyer of his has convinced him it would be easier on everyone. You know what the first thing he told us was the reason for him saying Guilty… he didnt want people not to trust a Winchester representing them in court. Even when he is looking down the barrel of a gun, he is still thinking about you." With that Bobby went to leave.

"Wait Bobby, who's the lawyer?"

"Bert Jones" Bobby Left and closed the door.