AN: Goooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! Sorry for the delay! My internet went out last night and I came down with one of my migraines, and since I don't like taking medicine I tend to sleep them off. Anyways due to popular demand, this will be updated tonight! Sam and the BBB will be tomorrow. So guys, y'all rock! I've been loving the responses to this! You guys are amazing! I've been having a hard time in real and you guys make it all better! *hugs you all* Heheh! So my new story idea is going great, it's about Sam selling his soul for both of his parents and he has to go through five hundred years of torture. Mary's upset and wants to murder someone, John's confused, Dean wants his brother, and Bobby's just plain Bobby. If you read Soul for a Soul this will sorta be an alternative for that story. To my Jedi Knights on Facebook I may post a little preview on there later. But if you would to see this story let me know! Anyways, let's get going! When we last saw our heroes, poor Sammy had just lost his beloved Jessica and is in mouring! Luckily he has his big brother right there for him! Let's see how our Sammy's doing!

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Tissues May Be Needed.

Dean laced up his nice shoes and fixed his tie. He looked over to the bathroom door and sighed. Today was Jess' funeral. Sam didn't have to go but Jess' mother insisted she see him to make sure he was alright and to give him a few things. Sam accepted and he wanted to go anyways.

But after last night, Dean didn't think he was up for it. Plus Cas came to warn him of danger and their father suspects something. Dean sighed. He figured sooner or later his family would find out. He knew Sam suspected something, the kid was smart and he sometimes wasn't too subtle when he would go to Palo Alto to check on him.

When the bathroom door opened he looked at a sad, teary eyed, red faced Sam. He was dressed in his tux and his hair neatly combed and pulled back into a small ponytail. He looked nice, awful but nice.

"Sammy-" Dean began.

"I want to go Dean." Sam rasped. His throat ached after his episode last night.

"If you're sure. But if you can't handle it then we're coming right back. No arguing." Dean said.

Sam nodded and sniffled. He looked down at the floor and felt a gentle hand left his chin up so he was eye to eye with his brother.

"You know everything will be alright? I'll be right there with you. You're not alone hear me?" Dean asked.

"Yes. Thanks Dean." Sam whispered.

Dean nodded and lead Sam outside and they headed off to the funeral.

The funeral was a small affair. Only family and a few friends. Sam stood next to Jess' parents. Dean stood next to Sam his arm around his shoulders protectively. When they lowered the empty casket Sam buried his face in Dean's shoulder and his shoulders shook. Dean held Sam close and slowly rocked. Dean growled inwardly as Jess' mother rubbed Sam's back. He decided to let it go and continued to comfort his baby. He hated it when he was in pain.

"S'okay baby boy. It's okay. I'm here. I got'cha. Big brother's got ya." Dean whispered soothingly in his ear.

At the Moore house

After the funeral about an hour later and Sam had calmed down he was talking to Jess' parents with Dean watching in the background.

"I'm so sorry Mr. and Mrs. Moore. I couldn't help her." Sam sniffed.

"Oh honey. It wasn't your fault. You weren't even home." Mrs. Moore said.

"But I I could've-" Sam tried to say.

"Sam, you'd've stayed and done something you'd've been killed too. While we are upset that Jess is gone, we are glad you're safe. I know Jess is too." Mr. Moore said.

Sam nodded and sniffed. He smiled a little when Mrs. Moore gave him a tissue. He blew his nose and cleared his throat.

"Sam I want to give you a few things." Mrs. Moore said.

Sam nodded and followed her to the den.

Dean watched them like a hawk. Mr. Moore stood beside him.

"How is he really?" Mr. Moore asked.

"Grieving. He loved Jess. Was going to marry her, but then this nightmare happened." Dean said. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes from changing to black.

"Yes. Jess loved that boy. I can see why. Sam's special, innocent, he's a great kid." Mr. Moore said.

"Yeah he is. I know, I raised him." Dean said proudly.

"You did a fine job. That boy couldn't be more blessed with such a brother. Most older siblings wouldn't do what you did. I know mine wouldn't. Mine would ignore me and do their own thing." Mr. Moore.

"Sammy's been my Sam since the day he was born. Plus it's me who's been blessed with such a brother. Without Sam my life would be nothing." Dean said.

Mr. Moore hummed. When Sam and Mrs. Moore returned to the living room Sam had a large bag of books and a photo album Jess made for him.

"Ready to go Sport? You look exhausted." Dean asked worriedly.

Sam nodded. His throat hurt, he felt a little sick to his stomach, he was really tired. He wanted to sleep for a week or a year.

Dean nodded and fished for his keys.

"Taking Sam home? Hold on. I'll be right back." Mrs. Moore said.

Mr. Moore chuckled, he knew what his wife was up to. She was always fussing over Sam when he came to visit with Jess.

"Here you boys go. Sam mentioned you were going on a road trip while he took time off. So some food and treats for the road." Mrs. Moore smiled.

"Thank you Mrs. Moore. For everything." Sam said and he hugged her one last time.

"You're welcome dear. Just be sure to keep in touch and to pop in when you can." She said.

"We will ma'am. Come on Sammy. Let's get you home and in bed for a little while. You need some rest." Dean said.

"Yes, go on now dears. Dean you take care of that boy." Mrs. Moore said.

"I will. Don't worry." Dean smiled.

They said their byes and the two headed back to their motel room. Once there Sam put down the bag and got his sleep clothes. He changed and took his hair down. He flopped into bed and fell into exhausted sleep.

Dean sighed. He put the food away and got himself comfortable. He was doned in his jeans and a black t shirt. He went over to Sam who was sleeping restlessly and felt lovingly palmed his cheek. He winced when he felt heat there. He felt his forehead and shook his head.

"I knew you were going to get sick." Dean sighed.

To add to Dean's worry he heard a familiar engine and looked out the window. He snarled. He opened the door and stood in front of his father.

"I thought I told you to stay away." He snarled.

Uh oh! What's John doing there? And why did Dean tell him to stay away? And poor Sammy!

Until Next Time! *watches Sam high on sugar* No more sugar for you Sammy.