I pull in Sammy's driveway. I get out of my baby. I enter his apartment.

"Dean!" He starts. I didn't even know he was here. "Where the hell have you been?"

I look at him. Then the clock. I don't know the exact time I left but its around 2:30 now.

"I went to go get my baby, and check out of the motel." I say quietly. Everything got quiet for a few seconds until I spoke up.

"Dad... Called." Sam looked at me. "You didn't... ANSWER it, did you?" I sigh. "Yeah. I did Sam." He sighs frustratedly.

"Why." Its more of a demand than a question. "Because he's still our dad dammit!" Because he's sober!"

I want to punch myself. After all the things he had done to me... I'm sticking up for him?Apparently.

"Dean... Look at the facts... He hit you. And the bruise is yellowing." Huh. So it wasn't the lighting.

"That's because he didn't know, Sam." Sam's voice rose. "That doesn't mean he can abuse you whenever he gets his sorry ass drunk!"

He immediatly looks sorry as my face turns wounded. It hurt to hear the word "abuse" because its true...

"I'm sorry, Dean... I shouldn't be yelling at you right now." I hide the hurt and force a smile on my face.

"Its ok, Sammy. It happens." He doesn't look like he wants to accept that answer but he does.

I continue. "When I talked to him... I kinda panicked. He kept asking where I was. I accidently told him... I was at Bobby's."

I hang my head low in shame. "I shouldn't have done that. Now Bobby has to deal with him."

I feel a comforting hand on my shoulder. "It'll be ok, Dean."

Theres a pause. "What happened after that?" I'm still silent so Sam shakes my arm alittle.

"Hey? What happened?" I start. "He told me to stay there. So... I called Bobby and he told me not to worry about it." I pause.

"But I have to worry, Sam! When dad gets there and see's I'm not there..." My voice trails as I feel the burning water making another appearence in my eyes.

"I know. He'll think of the next place to look... Which would probably be here." Sam says as ge swallows.

"Don't worry, Dean. If he shows up here... I'll kick his ass into next Tuesday, sober or not!"

I lean my head on his shoulder. He supports it. I try to keep the water in but tears are flowing out.

He rubs my back soothingly. I don't do "chick flick" moments but this one I can handle.

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We stay like that for awhile. Sam didn't say a word. Neither did I.

I pick my head up from his shoulders, look into his eyes and hope that he can hear my silent 'thank you.'

He breaks the silence and says something totally different I didn't expect to hear until about a day or two.

"I hear you talked to Mitchell." How did Sam already know about that?

"Yeah... I think I made a new friend, Sammy." He nods. "He thinks the same thing." Sam says with a slight smile.

"He told me he saw you walking along the streets." I smile too. "Well thats where I was."

"Well he also told me your name was Randy." I look at Sam. "How did you know it was me then?

"Well he did say "Hey, I met up with that kid you left with in the arcade today." And how this Randy guy had an uncle Robert."

I look at him. "I am not a kid! I'm 25 years old!" He chuckles. Just what I was hoping for. I grin stupidly at him.

At that moment Jess walked in. "Hey Sam. How are you doing, Dean?" She faces towards me.

I try to hide the wide eyes she gives me when she noticed the yellow bruise.

"I'm doing great. I made a friend." I feel like a 5 year old on the first day if kindergarten who just told his mommy that he made his very first friend.

But I have never actually had the chance to experience friendship. I mean theres Sam who is practically my best friend but... I want a friend.

"Really? Who?" Jess seemed suprised. "Mitchell." I say happily.

Her face gets a smile on it. "Well, I'm sure you two are going to like eachother."

Its official. I feel like a 5 year old. And... Its not that bad.