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This one is a little short but I hope you enjoy it! Next one coming up real soon (and it's longer)

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"You get everything you need?" Dean asked as Robin and Sam entered the house.

"We could have picked up a few more things but this will do for now." Robin answered. She gave Dean a kiss and sat down next to him on the couch.

"Hey Sam," Dean tossed a set of car keys Sam's direction. "It's more yours than it is mine. You can follow me to the school in the morning and I'll get you all set up then dig out. The garage only gives me so many personal days, I gotta get back to work sometime. Oh and I uh, cleaned out the trunk for you."

"What did you do with all of that…junk?" Sam asked, he was a little concerned. There were some pretty valuable weapons in that trunk, not to mention a lifetime of memories.

"Threw it all away for you." Dean said. When Robin turned to see Sam's reaction to that, Dean gave a little signal to let his brother know it was a lie. Maybe he wasn't a hunter anymore, but he remembered how much he cherished his favorite sawed off and his first knife. He wasn't just going to toss his brothers life.

"That's not your call. Don't ever touch my stuff again." Sam said, more to play along for Robin's sake than anything else.

"Sorry man, just thought I was doing you a favor."

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Well," Dean stood, "you should probably get to bed. Big day ahead of you."

"Don't tell me what to do." Sam spat, the annoyance in his voice wasn't just for show, "You're not dad."

"I know." Dean cleared his throat, "But I am your older brother."

"If you say so." Sam said turning away and heading for his room. A door slamming signaled his full departure.

"It's crazy," Robin said in a low voice.

"What, Sam?"

"Just the way he gets riled up so fast when he's around you. At the store tonight, we had a good time, we talked, maybe not a lot, but he seemed like a nice semi-well-adjusted boy. But as soon as he's around you, he's worse than most of the boys who go through Sonny's place."

"He's just mad at me. I would be mad at me too."

"But why?" Robin sighed, "Yeah, you haven't seen him in years? But that's just because your dad was always moving around with work right?"

"It's more than that."

"Well what then? Did you like beat him up a lot when you were kids?"

"Just the opposite." Dean said. "Taking care of him was my responsibility."

"Ok so what?" Robin was starting to get annoyed. Dean had always brushed off any conversation about his family. When they first met as teenagers she had heard him talk a little about how he didn't exactly grow up with a typical childhood, but that was about all she knew.

"Look, it's not something I really want to get into right now."

"Not now or not ever?" Robin folded her arms across her chest.

"Both."

"Dean, I don't want to make you sleep on the couch so early in our marriage, but don't push me." Robin raised an eyebrow and waited for a response.

"It's a long story."

"I've got all night."

Dean sighed. He didn't even really know where to start and what to say. How was he supposed to explain the Winchester family style and moral code?

"You really want to do this now?" Dean asked.

"I can't think of a better time."

"Ok." Dean sat back down on the couch next to Robin. "Well, to start, my mom died when I was four years old, right? So, from then on, my mantra was 'take care of Sammy' it was all I ever heard from my dad and all I ever told myself. Job number one was looking out for that kid, before anything else."

"That's a lot of pressure to put on a kid." Robin said in a hushed tone. She didn't want to interrupt his flow of information but she was a little surprised at what she was hearing.

"Well, I did what I could, but it could be hard. Our dad would leave for work. He'd drop us in some broken down motel for days at a time, sometimes weeks. If he could, he'd pop in to check on us, make sure we had enough money for food. Make sure we were going to school. Sometimes we were fine and other times…it was tough." Dean paused for a moment, lost in the memories. "Well, one time he took off and I knew he was going to be away for a while, he'd left us a few bills and I figured with my poker skills I could get us a little more."

Dean stopped again. He wasn't sure if that was the stupidest thing he'd ever done or if it was a blessing in disguise. It got him out of the life.

"What happened?" Robin asked, pulling Dean back into the moment.

"You know, I don't think I've told this to anyone. Not even Sonny." Dean scratched his stubble, "I told Sammy I was going to get some groceries. We needed 'um bad. Told him I'd be back soon. Went out, played the game, lost everything. But I couldn't come home empty handed. So I tried to take the five-finger discount. Wound up at Sonny's."

"Ok…" Robin was still waiting to hear what horrible thing Dean had done to Sam.

"And I never saw Sammy again after that."

"I don't get it. Didn't the local authorities get ahold of your dad?"

"Yeah." Dean huffed.

"Dean?" Robin wanted it all, every detail.

"Look, my they told my dad where I was and he told them to let me rot. I'd screwed up and he wanted me to pay for it for a while. So I did for a few months. Then he showed up but by that time I had a life here. I had wrestling. I had Sonny. I had…you. I couldn't just walk away like I always had before. Sonny told me once that I would have to make decisions in my life that would be hard but I would have to chose what was right for me every once in a while. I told my dad to come get me after his next job." Dean sighed. "But he never came back."

Robin's face softened. She reflected on those first few months together with Dean. He was such a roller coaster of emotions back then, and so adamant about hiding his deep thoughts and issues from her. Now, she could see why. He must have been a disaster on the inside.

"Dean, I'm so sorry." Robin placed a hand over his. "I didn't even know what you were going through."

Dean smiled a bit, "well I wasn't exactly Mr. Let's-talk-about-our-deep-family-issues."

Robin smiled. He still didn't go by that name, although tonight was becoming a real game changer.

"Well anyways, I tried getting a hold of him. I tried all his numbers, I tried to reach out to his friends and acquaintances, but no one had anything for me. After a while, I figured he just wasn't coming back."

"And Sam?"

"Well Sam was just a kid when it happened, and I have no clue what kind of version of the truth Sam got from our dad. I'm sure he felt like I abandoned him, and to make matters worse I was the peacemaker between him and dad. So without me there to break up their arguments who knows what life was like."

"And you can't explain all of this to your brother because?…"

"Because he's not too fond of our little chats."

"Yeah but – "

"Maybe later. Just. I can't right now. So is that enough for now? Am I allowed in the bedroom tonight?" Dean said trying to lighten the mood.

"Hmm I guess I can allow it." Robin smiled.

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Icy blue eyes. Sharp metal. So much blood.

Sam could feel the penetrating look of the man with the blue eyes.

"I am here to purify your blood." And with a few quick incisions the blood started flowing. It kept flowing out of his veins. The warehouse was filling with it. Soon he was drowning. Drowning in his own blood. He tried to scream but he wasn't making a sound. He screamed again. And again. And again.

"STOP! STOP! DADDY MAKE HIM STOP!"

Nothing but silence. And Blood.

"Sam! Sam wake up!" Dean shook his sweaty brother. "Sam!"

Sam's eyes popped open and searched the dark room frantically. After a moment he remembered where he was.

"Sam?" Dean's voice was heavy with concern.

" 'm fine." Sam said, his throat feeling scratchy.

"Fine? Sam I think you woke up the whole neighborhood with your screaming. What was that?"

"Nothing." Sam turned on to side, to avoid eye contact. "I said I'm fine."

"Ok." Dean said, but he didn't sound convinced in the slightest. "Well…if you ever want to talk about it –"

" 'k thanks." Sam just wanted Dean gone. It was embarrassing enough to be having nightmares like some little kid.

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A little drama at the end there haha!

Ok please review and let me know what you think! Next chapter covers Sam's first day at school...