Here's the next chapter. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing and thanks to Gabi for writing a good ending part once again. :) I hope you'll enjoy!

Later on that day John had decided that he and Dean would give some interviews around town, pretending that they were FBI investigators while Sam would go to the library to do research. Sam didn't mind having to sit out on the interviews where they had to be police or FBI, he wasn't that well of a liar when it came to a situation like that. He always would end up sympathizing with the person other than trying to get information from them. It wasn't just being in a wheelchair that made it impossible for him to be an agent but his behavior as well. He was just too nice. And plus, Dean couldn't do research well, which left Sam in charge of that.

Right before they decided to leave, while John was in the bathroom taking a quick shower and shaving Dean asked him a random question.

"Sam, how many brothers and sisters did you have?" Sam was confused for a second, then realized Dean was picking up from their earlier conversation.

Sam turned around to face him with a smile. "Only one. I've always only had one brother."

Dean cocked his head for a moment before choosing to roll his eyes. "Doofus. I'm not talking about me. I mean at the foster house."

"I didn't have any at the foster house Dean. My only sibling was traveling the country with our dad."

Dean seemed to be getting frustrated. "Can you cut the weirdo crap you're trying to pull and just answer my question?"

Sam sighed, Dean could act so dense sometimes when it came to himself. "I did answer your question Dean and you don't seem to understand me. There were always a bunch of kids in that house at one time, but none of them were my siblings, only you are. I never once considered them my brothers and sisters. We might have lived in the same house and were raised by the same sick parents but we weren't family at all, we weren't blood."

Sam saw his brother's face soften at once and a ghost of a smile was on his face. Dean would never ever admit it, but Sam knew just how much those words had meant to him. Knowing that Sam had only considered him his brother.

"So you remember any of them?"

Sam bit his lip and tried to think way back. He hadn't been particularly close to any of them really, if anything he had been the closest to the younger kids who never really judged him.

"Well, when I was growing up there were a few older kids but they all moved out as soon as they were 18. Tracy, she was really nice and she helped me a lot, but then she went to college. I really missed her. When I met you we were six kids in the house. You certainly remember Alex and Jake…" Sam paused to smile at Dean who stood there clenching his fists in a sudden outburst of anger when he remembered the two boys that were always picking at his little brother. "Then there was Cara," Sam continued. "She was seven when I left, and William was four. A few months earlier a baby girl was added to the family but I wasn't allowed to get near her."

"Really?" Dean couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, I don't know, maybe they were afraid I would run over her with my wheelchair."

Dean huffed, but Sam just shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Cara and William were nice kids. My foster parents still cared for William, but Cara was on the border line of being forgotten. Sometimes I heard her crying in the night and I comforted her more than once."

"You think those two will still be there?" Dean asked thoughtfully. People didn't give Dean enough credit. He was always thinking of other people, always wanting to help someone else out. Really, Sam couldn't think of a nicer or more caring person than his brother.

Yeah, I guess. Cara would have turned 16 in March and William just 12. There's no place where they could go to."

Dean nodded as he tried to button up his white dress shirt with some difficulty over his belly. Why wouldn't he just get new clothes? Sam thought it would make it so much easier and Dean would be more comfortable.

"You want to just wear my shirt? It would probably fit you better." Sure Sam might be quite a bit thinner than Dean but he was taller and he had bigger arm muscles, which led to him wearing bigger sized shirts than what Dean used to wear.

Dean just shook his head, determined and stubborn. He sighed and then sucked in his stomach until he was finally able to button it. He shifted uncomfortably in a shirt that had been too small for him to begin with. Sam thought that if he so much as breathed the shirt could rip off.

"Maybe you can pay them a visit after the hunt, looking how they're doing." Dean changed the subject back again.

"Yeah, I'd love to be able to help them. The least I could do is offer them some advice and find a different home for them to go to." Sam replied as he wheeled over to the table and grabbed the keys for the Impala that he would take to the library. Dean was now buttoning his suit which fit him such better but it was noticeably tighter.

"We should shut that place down while we're here. I'm not leaving until those assholes get what they deserve." Dean's eyes narrowed and the look on his face turned feral. If Sam was anyone else he would be frightened by his brother right now.

John came out of the bathroom then dressed in his suit and Dean seemed to relax for the moment.

"You remember to take one of those pills Dean" John asked. Now that Dean's cravings for cigarettes were lessening he was forgetting to take the pills sometimes, needing reminders from his family. Dean claimed that he didn't need them anymore but Sam had a feeling that the second he stopped taking them Dean would be hit with symptoms.

"Shit." Dean murmured and started rifling through his bag in search of the pill box. It had to be hard to find because of the hazard mess that took a living inside Dean's duffle.

John sighed and shook his head. "God, you'd think we'd have to start mushing up the pills and sprinkling them in your food."

Sam chuckled. "That would be perfect Dad. Or just sprinkle it in his beer."

"He probably shouldn't even be drinking beer while he's on those things." John pointed out.

Dean whipped his head around to glare at them both, pill box still lost in the dirty clothes and food wrappers. "Will you quit it? There's no way you could expect me to quit smoking and give up drinking at the same time. Uh-uh. 'Aint gonna happen."

"We're just lucky you aren't an alcoholic....yet. It would be downright impossible to get you off your beer. We'd have no chance in Hell." John stated and was doing a great job at keeping his face straight.

Dean's face scrunched up tight and he looked as well as sounded like a whiny twelve year-old. "I am not an alcoholic and I never will be! God, just because I like a beer often doesn't mean I'm addicted to the stuff. And I only drink beer, not all that vodka and crap that has more alcohol in it."

Sam laughed out loud again, wanting to take the glorious opportunity to take part in this conversation while he had the chance. "Take a chill-pill Dean, or rather your smoking pill...if you can find it that is."

Dean's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water before he gave Sam an angry glare and flipped him off.

"Nice comeback Dean, what a classic." Sam replied with a wide grin.

"Yeah well we'll see who will be the one laughing next time you want to get out of the car and I steal your wheelchair."

John cocked an eyebrow at that statement. "You wouldn't do this."

Dean shrugged. "Payback's a bitch." He finally pulled out the pills and popped one in his mouth. His tone changed to a mocking voice. "Happy now everyone? Little Dean took his medicine."

Sam shook his head as he drove to the library. His family was so odd, especially his brother. How the hell had a serious conversation started from Dean asking if Sam had any siblings turn into another one of their bickering sessions about his former habit? It was strange to say the least, but Sam loved every moment of it.

He reached the library and pulled into one of the empty handicapped spots in the front. He remembered this building all too well from days of hiding away it to escape the neglect and bullying. He had even fallen asleep in the library a few times overnight, in a spot of the building that janitors tended to miss. It was one of the better memories of his childhood he assumed as he reached for his folded up chair next to him.

Sam unfolded the wheelchair with ease outside of the car door, grateful that his wrist had finally healed and he was as independent as he could be again. It was a great feeling. He caught a few people watching him but only with innocent curiosity as if they were so amazed that a person could handle themselves as Sam was. Someone looked torn between asking Sam if he needed help but not wanting to insult him. They all seemed to be in awe after Sam was seated in his chair and closed and locked the Impala's door. It was what he was used to every time he exited or entered a vehicle.

Ignoring the stares Sam made his way to the long ramp which led to the library door. They obviously had updated somewhat, as there were now handicap accessible doors. That made Sam happy; the entrance door used to be a heavy one that he wasn't able to open on his own then and he hated asking people to open it for him. He pushed the wheelchair button and waited for the slow moving door to open before he made his way inside.

As he took in the library Sam could tell right away that they hadn't changed anything around inside. He headed right towards the computers, relieved to see that they at least had semi-new machines and not the old dinosaur computers he remembered. It was hard to believe but a lot of libraries didn't update their computers at all.

First thing's first, Sam had to get a list of the victims and the police reports from the town's newspaper databases on the computer. They went much more in depth than anything he could find online. He shoved the wooden chair aside, pushing it so hard it almost toppled to the ground, causing one of the librarians to glare at him. Sometimes he misjudged his own strength.

Sam blushed, put on his puppy-dog eyes and mouthed 'sorry' to the lady, causing her to melt right in front of him. She smiled and nodded. He really had a secret weapon with that expression. Along with the wheelchair it really made people coo over him and find him completely harmless. The eyes also caused Dean to give in to nearly anything Sam wanted. Not that he took advantage of it. At least not very often.

Pulling up his wheelchair under the desk, Sam started looking through any of the reports and newspaper articles he could find. He stopped when he read the latest victim's name. Diane Culler. Culler....Culler.... He swore he knew someone by that name. A neighbor maybe? Teacher seemed more likely. Sam wracked his brain for a few more seconds before it clicked. Mr. Culler had been the history teacher Sam had when Dean came into the class. He had been a real jerk. Was Diane his wife?

What was even more shocking was the person who was assumed to have killed her. Gregory Mendel. Mr. and Mrs. Mendel had been a friendly couple that lived across the street from Sam's foster house. Sam thought back to the times when they'd let him come over and have something to eat. They'd even offer him money but Sam would refuse unless they let him do odd jobs to earn it. They had been so kind and seemed to be the perfect family. Sam couldn't believe it.

Sam jutted down Diane's address and also the Mendel family as they had moved across town and also printed the articles out, along with any other information he had found. None of the victims seemed to have anything in common. Neither did the murderers, their friends and family saying that they would never do such a thing. Some of the murderers had been found dead from suicide, others locked up and put in institutions because they had gone crazy. But the more Sam dug on he found out a very small connection, not about the victims, but the people who killed them. Each of them did have some sort of criminal background. Mr. Mendel had a few breaking and entering charges back when he was a teenager, one of them had been caught twice for driving drunk years back and another for taking his son from his ex-girlfriend's house. The mother had called the cops on 'kidnapping'.

None of the charges were too serious though, which left Sam baffled. Maybe there was a curse in the town? Or some spirit possessed people who had done wrong in the past? But then why would the spirit have the person kill others? Just out of spite? It was a possibility but Sam thought he might have to get some information on the town first.

Sam always enjoyed reading through towns' history books than reading it up online. Actually, he preferred reading a book any day, something he got called a geek for constantly by Dean. The only problem was that he couldn't reach many of the shelves. Sam sighed as he wheeled himself down to the aisle that would contain the town's history books, only to see the books he was looking for way above his reach.

Sam glanced around him for a librarian, only to find a teenage girl in the aisle next to him, flipping through books. Great. Now he'd have to search the whole library and track down a librarian. He would just ask the girl, but he didn't want to bug her. She looked busy and also like the type that might get embarrassed or shy around handicapped people, so he didn't want to put her through anything. It was times like these when he wished he was good enough on crutches to be able to use them when he wanted. Soon enough....

"Excuse me?" Sam came out of his haze to see the teenage girl walking up to him. "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but it looks like you might have trouble reaching a book."

Alright, maybe Sam misjudged her. "Actually, you're exactly right. I wanted to check out those books on Holton up there, but there's no way I could reach them."

The girl offered him a kind smile. "I don't even think I can reach them without these stools." She said as she dragged one over and stood on it. "You think they would have some more courtesy, you know?" She grabbed the books and hopped down, handing them to Sam.

"Thanks." He smiled. "I don't hold it against anyone, I mean it's not like there are many people in wheelchairs."

The girl shook her head. "I have to say I don't agree with you there. I think people should be much more considerate." Sam had to admit he liked this girl. "That's one funky tan line you've got going on there." She giggled and pointed to Sam's right arm where his cast had been.

Sam grinned and blushed, looking down. "Yeah, well I broke my wrist and just got my cast off. I doubt it will ever match my skin this summer." He glanced back up to see the girl staring at him. Really staring at him with an unreadable expression on her face. It was kind of creepy.

"Ummm....is something wrong?" He hesitated a bit to ask.

The girl shook her head quickly, immediately blushing. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I was just caught off guard at your smile. I had a foster brother that had nearly that same unique smile, dimples and all. And you know what; he was also in a wheelchair."

Now it was Sam's turn to stare at the girl's face. It couldn't be... "Cara?" He asked, ready to feel stupid if it wasn't her.

"Sam?!" She practically shouted, not caring that she was in a library apparently. At Sam's nod she flung herself on him, making the books on his lap go crashing to the ground as she hugged him tightly. Sam put his arms awkwardly around her, taken aback by the hug.

"Oh my God! I thought you were dead Sam!" She said as she pulled back, a few tears falling down her face. "I thought maybe those two jerks had done something to you or you got kidnapped...I..."

"Wait, you thought I was dead?" Sam asked, not realizing that his absence from the town could definitely have been taken that way.

"Well yeah! I didn't think you'd be able to just run away. I mean you were what? Fifteen?"

"Fourteen." Sam corrected.

"Exactly! It's not like you could just live somewhere on your own and you wouldn't make it on the streets in a wheelchair. What the heck did you end up doing? Were you nuts?"

A librarian shushed them and Sam dropped his voice, not even feeling guilty.

"You'll never believe this but I found my real family, my birth family. Well actually they found me. I became friends with this kid Dean in school and we started hanging out. Eventually we put things together and Dean realized I was his brother that had been assumed dead."

Cara's mouth dropped. "How did he find out?"

Sam smiled and dug in his pocket for his wallet. He pulled out the picture Dean had shown him eight years before. "This is a picture of my family. See that nightshirt I'm wearing with my name on it? That's the same one I was found in when I was placed into the adoption center, they napped a picture of me when they found me."

Cara took the picture in her hands and smiled genuinely. "Wow. So you have a mother, father and brother? Your mom is so pretty Sam."

Sam cringed a little bit as he handed her another photo. "Actually my mom died the same night I was thought to be dead. I never really knew her. It's just my dad and my brother and I. Here's a picture of the three of us from last year."

Cara's smile only got bigger upon seeing Sam with his family in the picture. "Was this at Niagara Falls?"

Sam laughed. "Yeah, we stopped there and my Dad had wanted to get a few pictures. We don't take many because my brother hates them, but he actually behaved for this picture." They had actually been at Niagara Falls because of a hunt the year before. But John had insisted that they should stay a while and was intent on taking pictures. Dean had told Sam that John would never had been caught dead with a camera in hand, but since Sam had come into the family it was like he was determined to get pictures of his boys every year.

Cara laughed as she looked at Dean. "He's cute!" She giggled. Typical.

"And he's twenty-six." Sam rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "So don't be getting any ideas."

"A ten year age difference isn't so bad."

"Yeah, like when you're forty and fifty, not sixteen and twenty-six. Even though he does act like a teenager anyway."

"See, we'd be perfect together!" Cara joked and Sam remembered how much he had missed this girl. They had really gotten along well back at the house and Cara had just loved Sam and looked up to him. That didn't seem to change.

Cara looked down at the books on the floor and picked them up for Sam again. "So what are you doing back here? And why do you want books on Holton? It's possibly the most boring place on the face of the planet."

Crap. So much for spending time here researching. "Well I got word of some deaths; I was close to a few families and wanted to visit some of them. Offer my sympathies. And about the books...I don't know. I guess I grew up in this town and never knew much about it, just wanted to know more." Lame reasoning Sam, real smooth. "So are you still living in the foster house?"

Cara didn't seem suspicious of anything as she answered Sam's question. "Yeah, I can't wait until I'm eighteen and can leave though."

Sam sighed, poor girl. If he had his way he'd try to find homes and families for every single orphaned child. "I'm sorry. I wish there was some way I could get you out of there."

"Actually, it's not that bad. I mean, I know you had a hard time there because of those other kids. But I'm the oldest one, I'm left by myself all the time but I don't really mind. I'm a pretty independent person. And it's my job to take care of the younger ones."

"Is William still there? How is he?" Sam was curious and couldn't help to ask.

"Oh Will? He's good. He tends to get pretty sad sometimes but I take care of it. Speaking of Will, he should be getting out of school. So I should get going so I'll be home when he is. I just like stopping here after the high school gets out to check out some books."

Sam remembered the long trips back to the house from the library and really had no choice but to offer her a ride. "Do you want me to drive you back there? It'd be a lot quicker."

Cara looked at him almost like he had two heads. "You can drive? But how?"

Sam had to laugh at her shock and confusion. It was so innocent. "You've never heard of hand controls for a car?" At the shake of her head Sam went on. "It's how people like me are able to get around. If you can't use your legs then you can use your hands. We got them installed in my brother's car."

With a smile Cara nodded. "It wouldn't be out of your way though, would it?"

"Nah, I have nothing else to do, I'll just check these out and we'll go."

During their whole conversation, actually since he had hugged Cara, Sam had felt the security guard stare at him. The man hadn't changed much since the time Sam had visited the library on a regular basis and he had recognized him at once. Sam smirked. The man was just about ten years older than he was. Sam knew that he had started working in the library when he was in high-school and got the security job shortly after. Apparently, he was still stuck here. Or maybe he just liked the job. It wasn't that library users were extremely dangerous and his job mostly was to reprimand children to be silent. He never had liked to have children in 'his' library. They were too loud, too noisy and used to stain the books with their dirty little hands. In the beginning, when the library wasn't exactly handicapped accessible it was him who had to help Sam over the stairs at the entrance and he never concealed his disgust at being reduced to an aide for a gimp. At that time Sam was afraid of the man and glad when his way more friendly colleague was there to help him but now he could only smirk when he felt the man's stare in his back.

When he was done he laid Cara's backpack in his lap and smiled at her. "Ready to go?"

She nodded. "Yeah." Sheepishly, she laid her hand on his shoulder. "You're so tall, Sam. And cute. I can't believe it's you."

"You wanna say I wasn't cute back then?" Sam laughed good-naturedly. But the smile vanished abruptly when the security man blocked their way at the door. His arms folded threateningly in front of his chest, he looked down at Sam with squinted eyes. "Where do you think you're going with that girl?" He looked at Cara. "The cripple bothering you?"

"Relax, Joe," Sam said before Cara even recovered from her surprise. "I'm not going to rape her."

The burly man stared at Sam, bewildered. "Do I know you?"

"Yeah, Joe, you do. And while you spend some quality time thinking you can step aside and let us pass." Determined, Sam shoved the man aside and left with Cara in tow.

The young girl was still giggling when they reached the parking lot. "That was great, Sam. I've never seen Joe as flabbergasted as that." Her eyes widened when Sam approached the Impala. "That's your car? Wow. She's a beauty."

Opening the door, Sam smiled as he got in and started folding up his wheelchair. "You should tell Dean. You'll have him wrapped around your little finger in no time."

"You love him a lot, don't you?"

"Dean? He's a real pain in the ass," Sam stated, but his smile and the sparkle in his eyes told a different story.

"I'm so happy you found your family." Cara leaned back into the seat when Sam started the car. "You know the way?"

"I guess." Sam shot her a side-glance. "You're really fine there?"

Cara shrugged. "It's way better than staying in an orphanage. It has its advantages when you have to look after yourself. I can practically do what I want as long as I'm at home at 10 p.m."

"And you look after the younger ones?"

"Just William and Cindy. William is very independent, he doesn't need me much." She frowned. "Do you remember Cindy?"

„Yeah, she was a few months old when I left."

Cara's face lit up. "Yes, I remember. One day she started crying and you took her out of the crib. Susan almost had a fit because she thought you might drop her."

Sam smiled sadly at the memory. "They never allowed me to take her again after that."

"Actually, Susan never managed to console her like you could. You were an awesome big brother."

Sam blushed. "You don't call her mom anymore?"

"No. I haven't been calling her mom for eight years now." Licking her lips Cara met Sam's curious gaze. "I was so shocked how little they cared about your disappearance that I decided they wouldn't be my parents any longer. So I started calling them by their names. Susan and Charles. They never complained, I guess it's okay with them."

Sam had to swallow. There he had been thinking that it wouldn't affect anyone if he just disappeared into thin air. He never thought that him leaving would have such a great impact on his little foster sister.

Cara wasn't aware of his inner turmoil. "Have you heard what happened to Mr. Culler's wife? That's so awful."

Sam was glad for the change of subject. He nodded thoughtfully. "I can't believe Mr. Mendel murdered her. Why should he do such a thing?"

"He wasn't doing it."

"What do you mean?" Sam frowned.

"Charles and Mr. Mendel use to hang out in the local bar every Friday night. Last Friday when Mrs. Culler was killed was no different."

"But I read in that article that Mr. Culler identified Mr. Mendel."

"I know, but fact is that Mr. Mendel was at the bar when Mrs. Culler was killed. Charles and a lot of other people can testify to it. Mr. Mendel is still under arrest but I think they'll set him free today. Maybe the killer looks a bit like him."

"Maybe." Biting his lip, Sam was digesting the information. So much for a vengeful spirit possessing the people. Could a person be at two different places at the same time? Actually, he believed Mr. Culler who told the police that he recognized the killer. If something supernatural was involved, everything was possible.

He stopped the car in front of the house where he used to live. A lot of memories flooded his mind at the sight and only a very few were pleasant.

Cara watched him. "Do you want to come inside? Meet William and Cindy?"

Slowly, Sam shook his head. "Not this time, Cara. I look forward to meet them, but not now."

Gently, Cara ran her hand over his arm. "I understand. That's not easy for you, is it?"

"Not exactly. Do you know what happened to Alex and Jake?"

"Alex lives here in Holton." When Sam cringed, Cara added: "He has changed a lot. He's a husband and a father now. He's actually quite nice. He even apologized to me and William for being such a moron when he was a teenager."

"And Jake?"

"He was in jail for a few years. He lives in Topeka now but I've also seen him here around. He hasn't changed. He's as mean as he used to be and he's the kind of guy that never changes." A smile crept across her face when she looked at Sam.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just, Jake never grew very tall or strong. I guess he wouldn't stand a chance against you now."

"I'm still in a wheelchair, Cara," Sam reminded her.

"So what? I saw you with Joe. You don't take crap from these dicks anymore. I guess Jake will have to get his ass covered if he ever has the tough luck to run into you again."

Not waiting for an answer she got out of the car, but turned back before she shut the door. "I'm really glad that you're not dead, Sam."

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, me too." Smiling, he watched the girl run into the house. He was happy that Cara did so well. Maybe the home really wasn't so bad after Alex and Jake had left.

After looking at the house for a few more minutes and taking another not too pleasant trip down memory lane, he revved the engine and drove back to the motel where his family was waiting for him.