Alright so before we get into this story... I got a story. So apparently I'm not as discreet about hiding my personal life as I thought. My mother either hacked my phone or laptop or something and found out I write somewhere other than all over my incomplete math home work and one of the 25 notebooks I own. Anyway she read every single story I've ever written.. I didn't even know she had that much time on her hands? And humiliated as I might be I didn't let that stop me from writing. I ignored it, thinking, "Well now that she knows my dirty little secret she'll leave me alone about it," NO! She comes up to me with a mean look on her face and says, "You have to update that story now! How the heck did you think it was a good idea to leave it like that!"

OK story time over I just wanted to share that with you. Back to our normal program.

I watched as Sam came barreling through he kitchen and practically ran upstairs. I frowned, before re-situating the baby on my hip. Emma's eyes followed the boy up the steps, before she looked up at me with a confused look on her face. Hazel eyes asking what was wrong.

"Whats wrong with uncle Sammy," I asked more to myself than Emma. I looked over to Jack who was sitting across the room buckled into his high chair. "What about you Jack do you know?" He grinned a toothless grin at me before his more green than hazel eyes flickered to the doorway, I turned to see Dean leaning against the wall, and amused smile tugging at his lips.

I frowned, my cheeks heating up. He let the smile loose and pushed off the wall, moving to stand beside me before taking Emma out of my arms.

"I think mommy needs a break, huh sweet heart," He said to the baby, sending a smirk my direction. I glared at him, before leaning over and kissing him. Then I pulled away, making him frown.

"Whats wrong with Sam," I asked him. He took a deep breath, looking down at Emma, reaching up to brush a short strand of strawberry blond hair behind her ear.

"Can we not please," He asked quietly. His bright green eyes dulled slightly, something that only happened if he was really hurt.

"Dean?" I pushed, leaning against the counter.

"He told me he hates me," He mumbled barley above a whisper. At first I thought I heard him wrong, Sam hates licorice.. not Dean. If anything he loves Dean more than anything.

"He didn't mean it," I told him softly.

He clenched his jaw, his eyes not leaving Emma's face.

"He still said it, he's my brother but I raised him and he said he hates me.. can't wait until Emma and Jack's teenage years," He said bitterly. I winced at that, I was still a teenager myself and look at the mess I got myself into.. with help of course.

"He doesn't mean it," I said again firmly. "He's just upset.. things have changed pretty drastically over the lest few months," I suggested. I wasn't going to pretend I missed the glares Sam sent me every time I took his brother away early, and I really hated that. I loved Sam.. but I needed Dean. I reached up and brushed a hand over Emma's unruly hair.

"How did things get so screwed up," He whispered. Probably when we screwed up, but he didn't need that.

"Maybe when your parents get home they can help you talk to him," I suggested. He scoffed.

"I used to be able to talk to Sam just fine without them."

"Then what about Cas," I suggested running out of idea's. I knew where Cas was currently, at the library with Gabriel and Meg. Its wasn't just Sam who was getting left out of the picture. All three brothers were growing apart.. that was bad. It had always been them, from the beginning.

I remember meeting Dean in the registration hallway, three years ago during our freshmen year. I then remember Sam running into the hallway, a big excited grin on his face with a frog held tightly in his hands, so excited to tell his big brother what he caught. The of course Cas trailing behind him, the long tired defeated parent look plastered onto his face, he was still the oldest after all. Just like Dean he held a certain degree of responsibility on his shoulders.

He shrugged, "Well see. Until then," The look in his eyes was wiped away just like that, he brushed it off and was again leaving his problems for later. He bounced Emma and made her giggle, then made a face at Jack. The little boy grinned, his more green than hazel eyes lighting up, his more blond than strawberry blond hair sticking up in all directions.. I recognized that look.. that hint of a smirk playing at his little mouth. I then looked up at his daddy, the same one plastered on his face.. both looks cloned each other.. crap.

"There still fun when they smile at everything," He grinned.

The next morning it wasn't my phone waking me up this time, well because my parents took my phone and grounded me until collage, or at least that's what two weeks felt like. But this time I was woken up from a thumping on my window. Serial killer came to mind but if I were a serial killer i wouldn't announce my presents. I threw the covers back from the bed and made my over to the sound, drawing back the curtains. My eyes widened and anything I was going to yell died on my lips.

"Sam can you come out side a second?"

Who do you think was outside the window. I mean I don't really care but I like screwing with you guys and hearing what you think. Please review and follow see ya next chapter.