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"Where are we going?" Dean asked. Sometimes he got an answer sometimes he didn't.
"DNA tests are back in." Dean nodded tensely, he hadn't been able to voice this before but he found the strength now.
"If the results come back and we aren't brothers will you...let me go?" Sam slowly turned his head towards him.
"Of course. What use are to me if you aren't?"
"But you won't..."Dean trailed off.
"Will I kill you?" Sam sounded amused then his look turned serious. "Despite what you may think, I don't get off on killing anyone, I do it to survive and for revenge and occasionally because others people lives are in danger, but that's usually tied in with revenge. If your not a monster and your not my brother I won't care if you live or die, I'll leave you alone."
"What about the people who are after me because they think I'm your brother.." Sam smiled a very scary smile.
"That's what I've been telling you all along and you only care now because maybe the big scary guy who kidnapped you might leave you alone?" Dean didn't really know what to say to that so decided to look out the window. The car was silent for the next few hours and Dean wished he could put on his tunes, but he was pretty sure Sam wouldn't like it. He had an assortment of emotions. One he was anxious, what if Sam had lied? What if even if the test proved they weren't brothers he got mad and tried to kill him? He also thought of the possibility where Sam was truthful and he would really let him go he could back home and start again, create himself a new life. He didn't want to think of that possibility too much, in case it didn't come true.
They soon pulled up to the DNA testing place and Dean was nervous, one way or another whatever Sam was going to do to him, he find out soon.
"Don't try anything." Sam warned. Then opened his door and walked over to his side of the car and opened the door for him. Dean rubbed his head, the bruise was gone now but he still remembered a few weeks back when he had tried to run from a motel parking lot. Sam had paralyzed his feet and he had hit his head hard on the ground. He looked at the building as they walked closer to it, it was a silver skyscraper. Sam was walking behind him, and Dean opened the door to the place and walked in.
"Elevator." Sam said. Dean eyes looked around until they spotted the elevator, and felt his mouth go slack, uh paralyzed mouth, no screaming, or shouting for help. Dean hit the button and waited for the elevator. This was the first building he had been in that wasn't a crappy motel in 6 weeks. He enjoyed the air conditioning, because outside it was sweltering and half the motel they seemed to stop at didn't seem to have working AC and his car didn't have AC either. The elevator doors opened and Dean didn't need Sam to tell him to get into the elevator, he could that by himself. He walked in and saw Sam walk in and around him to stand behind him.
"Hit the button for the 18th floor." Sam told him in that blank emotionless voice he had sometimes which gave him the creeps. Dean did as he was told and watched the numbers on the readout go up as they ascended to the 18th floor. The elevator stopped and door opened. Dean walked out and looked around there was a hallway with several doorways leading off to different places.
"Second doorway on the left." Sam said. Dean saw which one he was talking about and headed towards it and into it, were there was a waiting room. Dean sat down on one of the chairs, purposely in the middle of two other people so that Sam couldn't sit right next to him. Dean wasn't looking at Sam, but he was pretty sure Sam wasn't happy about his seating choice, Dean found himself froze again, and was barely able to see out of the corner of his eye Sam heading to the reception desk. Though he couldn't hear what they were saying. Sam headed back after a minute and sat in a seat facing Dean. Again the emotionless creepy look.
Dean would have lost the starring contest they had then, if he would have been able to blink. They had the starring contest until someone called their names. Sam stood up and suddenly everything but his mouth was unfrozen again. He glared at Sam but followed him and the assistant to the geneticist office. Where they were seated on the other side of a large desk, the assistant left. His mouth unglued and he was free to talk for the moment. Not that he had really anything to say at the moment anyways. The geneticist came into the room and he found his mouth paralyzed again. The geneticist was a middle age man with a large belly and with a large bald spot on the top of his head surround by a short fringe of white hair. He sat down on the other side of the desk and picked up a file on the desk and looked up to them and the file a few times before he put the file back on the desk.
Dean was nervous. This was the moment of truth what would Sam do when he realized they weren't related? Would he keep his promise and let him go?
"We've got the result back and I can tell you with a 98% certainty that you two are brothers." you could hear a pin drop, he only realized his mouth was unglued again when he spoke.
"Your kidding me right?" this had to be some sort of joke, a really unfunny joke.
"No according to the result you two are brothers."
"He didn't pay you to say that did he?" he asked. The man looked confused and looked between the two of them.
"He paid for the test but we didn't alter it in any way."
"You sure?" Dean asked.
"Yes you two are brothers." Dean he had never actually expected the man's story to be true. He expected that eventually the loony bin catchers would get him but never for more then maybe a fraction of a second had he thought about Sam's story being true. Having Sam be his baby brother he thought he lost all those years ago. He couldn't even look at Sam to see his reaction to the news.
"Thank you." he heard Sam say and absently, he noted distantly the doctor saying something then leaving.
Sam's head got into his vision line he was looking at him carefully.
"Looks like I kept you alive for a reason after all." his brother, that man was Sammy his little baby brother, the last time he had seen him was when he was 6 months old. The nursery had been where the fire started everything in there had burned to ashes nothing had been left...except apparently for Sammy. But Sammy was an innocent little baby, he was wasn't a super tall, person with creepy mind powers and a demons he was hiding from. He was having a hard time dealing with it.
Dean looked up to see Sam moving away from him, he got up to follow. He followed him back to the car and sat down in the passengers seat again, it only occurred to him later that Sam hadn't even waited for him, Dean easily could have slipped away but found that he hadn't wanted to. The man wasn't crazy like he had first thought he was, and he really did seem to want to keep him alive, albeit just to figure him out like a puzzle, but if there really were people looking to hurt him then the safest place was to be with Sam...with his baby brother.
He looked up at Sam who was focused on the road. He was already grown up, Dean was 22 so Sam had to be 18 now, he had missed his entire childhood. From what little he had heard about Sam's childhood it hadn't exactly been normal or what it should have been, neither had his maybe they could be the family the family that Dean had always wanted but pretended that he didn't need. Or maybe the fact that they were brothers would mean nothing only time would tell.
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