Hello people it's Mara, I have a question.. who the heck is responsible for those stupid marshmallow chicken things! Little brothers eat them and then they melt on computers! Well back to our normal program.

I woke at noon, I think. Either way the sun is to bright for my liking. Gabriel's couch I have decided is the most uncomfortable thing in the world, especially when you both end up falling asleep on it. Legs tangled and necks at odd angles, it was horrible.

But that's not what got me, it was the fact that the light burned my eyes so bad It felt like they were on fire, or the pounding inside my skull. The memories of last night were foggy but I doubt they were legal. I mean I was only eighteen, and I was definitely hung over.

Then my phone vibrated from my back pocket, making me jump slightly, enough to make Gabe stir, but not enough to wake him. I pulled it out and held it to my ear, cursing silently whoever was calling me.

"What." Not the normal way I greeted people but considering...

"You're grumpy?" Dean's obnoxious voice said filtering through the speaker.

"Hello Dean," I sighed, my voice softening a bit. He was my brother after all, if it had been anyone else I would have hung up.

"Dear brother we have a problem," He sighed. I groaned, and sat up, untangling my legs from Gabriel and throwing them over the side of the couch.

"And that would be?"

"Sam's gone."

I was fully awake now, my eyes widening. "What do you mean gone?" I snapped.

"We screwed up big time man, or at least I did," He said sadly.

"What's wrong, is he OK," I asked, standing up and looking around the room for my keys.

"He ran away, left a note said he was going to the safe place," He said quietly.

Memories flashed across my mind, the safe place. We were ten and six, it was our first home placed together since we met. It was where we met Max.

Just the thought of him sent a chill down my spine, I swallowed hard and pushed the memories away.

"You think he's there," I asked hesitantly.

"Where else?" He answered.

"So when are you picking me up," I asked, I didn't need to ask. I knew he was coming to get me.

"Right now, I'm in the car. I need to fill you in on somethings, Dad called Bobby and he told us some of the crap Sam said," He said with guilt lacing his voice. I didn't try and help, because I was just as guilty. This was our fault.

I watched Sam, he was slumped in his seat staring out the window of the bus. I felt anxiety growing quickly in my chest. We were really doing it, running away.

What I said was true, my parents wouldn't miss me, I had three older brothers, and two younger, they had enough kids to worry about. But Sam, he would be missed.

He hadn't written in his notebook since we got on the stupid bus, he was just quiet.

"Sam are you OK," I asked gently. He lifted his head to glare at me.

"What about this makes you think I'm OK," He said quietly. I nodded, as he turned to stare back out the window. I didn't know what to do, how to help him. Slowly I reached out until I touched his hand, he didn't jerk away, then I laced my fingers through his and squeezed.

"I'm sorry I drug you into this," He said quietly. I said nothing, just leaned over so I could rest my head on his shoulder.

"You don't have to be sorry, your my best friend I'm always going to come with you," I told him.

Awhile passed, and I had though he fell asleep. "Where going to Missouri," He told me.

I nodded, "I figured?" I sighed.

"Where going to a place where I used to live, it's in the same town I was born in.. and then I left when I was six," He said hesitantly. I frowned, wondering what he was going to tell me next.

"My real family lived in Missouri, before the fire.. it killed my mom, it killed my dad's mind," He said swallowing thickly.

"The first foster homes where OK.. then there was him.. His name was Max. Cas used to think he was demon, because he had yellow eyes, but that was from the alcohol" He squeezed my hand again, shutting his eyes tightly.

"Things got so bad, Dean didn't like falling sleep, he was afraid Max would come into are rooms at night.. and.." He paused, taking a deep breath.

"So Dean skipped school, with me and Cas, we were going to run away.. we didn't know where to go, Dean was only ten, so he went to the one place he knew how to get to?" I watched as a spot on his jeans suddenly became very interesting top him, as if he didn't want to go on.

"Our social worker used to take Dean to visit our moms grave, our therapist said it would be a good idea. So she would take us there every week, and Dean memorized the way," He stopped talking after that, and I guess soon I'd figure out the rest.

My heart hurt. It hurt to think all those bad things happened to him. I wanted to make it stop, wanted to go back and change it.

"I love you Sam," I said quietly. I wasn't sure how. I mean I liked Sam, I think I even like like him, I kissed him. But I knew I loved him, just him, in a romantic or a friend way. I know love means you always want that person by your side, and you want to protect them. It means running away with them to keep them safe.

"You to."