Chapter four, can't promise when the next one is going to be out.

I was mad, so freaking mad. Sam Winchester was smart, and clever and a great liar. He could make you think everything in the world was right yet there could be a fire tornado right outside. That's what he did, he made me think he was fine and then he skipped school, well two can play at that game.

So here I was walking through the high school. I was looking for Dean or Cas or anybody bigger than me, because Sam was a giant and would be difficult to drag back home. There he was, Dean Winchester. He was glaring at some other guy, a guy with a grin on his face. I didn't want to get into that so I called over to him.

"Dean!" I yelled, grabbing the attention of every kid in the hallway, not everyday a thirteen year old girl walks into a high school and calls out Dean Winchester.

He frowned, and started walking toward me, a look of concern setting on his face. "Hey Gen, whats wrong where's Sam," He asked worriedly.

"You tell me, he ditched school, will you help me find him," I asked. He looked stunned, eye brows creasing in confusion.

"Sam? Sammy skipped school. He loves school?" He scoffed.

"Yeah sure he loves school, but he hates the people in it," I dead panned.

Dean grimaced, before leading me out of the brick building and out onto the side walk, that way teachers couldn't drag us back in.

"I want you to tell me everything that's happened to Sam over the last few months, Now!" He demanded. My eyes widened at the tone, before I gulped.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean my little brothers been acting strange for months, he's a brat he's getting into fights he's skipping school... t-that's not Sam," He said shaking his head.

"He.. he's mad," I said hesitantly.

"Little more information Gen," Dean pushed.

"He's mad because you dumped him for your own family," I finally said. He's been giving me little tid bits of information over the months, just comments. "He's mad because your Dad's got a new girlfriend and kid, because both his brothers got new families, he's mad because some jerk in school keeps giving him bruises and calling him foster trash," I snapped.

Dean looks like some one just shot his puppy in front of him. His eyes widening and his mouth hung open.

"Why would he think that?" He gaped.

"Because its true!" I snapped again. I loved Sam, and I loved his family, but they were clueless at times.

"You and Cas have been at his finger tips his whole life, he had you whenever he needed you. Then you guys just left him and he thinks he's alone, he thinks you abandoned him, I know I read his notebooks," I told him a bit softer, noticing how his face had turned pale.

"I'm so freaking stupid," he scoffed, before hissing a curse word under his breath.

"Do you know where he is," I asked again a bit more insistent.

Dean sighed, and nodded. "If he thinks the whole worlds against him there's only one place he would go," He mumbled, before taking out his phone.

"Hey Bobby, is Sammy there?"

I sat on Bobby's front porch, just waiting. He had gotten a call from Dean and said he was coming to pick me up, with a spit fire tagging along. To which I translated as Gen was holding him hostage. She had to be, Dean wouldn't just leave school to come pick me up. Not leaving Danny there by herself.

I didn't look up as Bobby planted himself down on the step beside me, holding out a sandwich.

"Peanut butter and banana just like you like it," He said giving me a small smile. I gave him one in return before taking the sandwich.

"So, why don't you pick one of the many problems out of your hormonal screwy teenage mind and lay it on me and I'll try and help before the real words of wisdom get here," he chuckled, I did to thinking of how high up on the chart I put my brother.

"Have you ever wanted to... not be you? Like maybe you could throw yourself away and get a better one?" I asked hesitantly.

I winced at Bobby's glare. "Boy why on earth would you want to do that," He questioned. I shrugged.

"I think I hate myself, I don't like the way I am," I told him quietly.

"Why," He asked in a disbelieving tone. "Your smart and nice and have a great family, and from what you told me about that Gen girl she's pretty great too," He told me, he didn't understand.

"I'm a freak, nobody likes freaks," I sighed. "I'm just foster trash that's everyone hates and ignores," Now I was getting angry. "I screw things up, I made Dad leave Dean because I killed mom, I made my foster parents angry and they beat him up, I made Cas get into a car wreak because I didn't tell mom and dad what was happening.. I-I," By now I was in tears, great. Because Sam Winchesters a cry baby screw up.

I looked up at Bobby, who looked angry, fantastic..."Lets start with that first thing you said, how could you have possibly killed your mother at infancy," He snapped.

I sniffed, roughly wiping my eyes and taking a shaky breath. I screwed up again, I said to much just like always. I had never told anyone that, not even Dean.

"My mom died in a fire, she fell asleep in my room and my nightlight caught on fire... the smoke didn't go inside my crib but it got to her, and she was passed out. Dean woke up and tried to save us both but he was four and scared. He saved me but couldn't wake our mom up," Now I was really sobbing, Bobby listening carefully. "Its my fault she's dead and its my fault Dean got the bad end of everything."

Bobby sighed deeply, before turning me to look at him. "Sam that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard! If your brother heard you say that it would kill him," He said earnestly. Why do you think I never told him! "As for what happened to Dean, that's not your fault!"

I stood up, and scoffed at him. "When I was eight my foster mother took me and Dean to the store, left Cas with the foster dad. She got mad at me because I was being to rowdy and she slapped me, left a red welt under my eye. Dean pushed her back so hard she twisted her ankle and Dean almost got put into juvie because they believed her over us!" I snapped. "No wonder Dean could care less, I'm just a knife in his side," Bobby started to say something before the rumble of the Impala cam up the drive way. I turned and watched him pull up, Gen in the drivers seat. I turned and wiped my eyes, feeling my cheeks redden

Man up Sammy, echoed through my head. Max.