A short while later, the brothers were sitting in the Impala together, waiting outside their old house.
"So, why are we still here again?" asked Dean, grumpily nursing a coffee he'd picked up from the quickee mart down the street.
"I dunno… I just have a feeling. Like something's going to happen." Sam shifted so he was resting against Dean's neck. "We can't leave without being sure."
"Yeah, I know," Dean sighed. "Just so damn tired," he grumbled under his breath, well aware Sam could hear him fine. He drank down more of his coffee, sliding down slightly in the seat.
Unbothered by his seat shifting around under him, Sam watched the house the entire time. Dean's movements weren't enough to shake him off the shoulder, and somehow it was a comfort to know he was sitting on an immense human. A human it was safe for him be around.
He couldn't shake the odd feeling he had that something still wasn't right. Even after seeing the flash of light and the dying scream of the poltergeist, it was nagging at the back of his head.
Dean closed his eyes, resting his head against the driver's side door while Sam kept watch. For a little while it seemed like Sam had been wrong, and nothing was going to happen. Then, before he could blink, he saw Jenny, standing at her window beating her fists against the glass. Silently screaming for help.
Exactly like in his dream.
"Dean!" Sam shouted, springing to his feet.
He regretted that decision seconds later when Dean jolted up in surprise, not expecting the sudden yell in his ears. Sam toppled off the shoulder, unable to grab the collar in time. Reflexively, Dean shot out a hand, catching him seconds before he hit the seat. Sam's fall was broken with the palm of his hand. Sam stared up at his brother, the shock on his face at how close he'd come to getting hurt mirroring Dean's. A moment's inattention had almost cost Sam a broken arm or leg at the least.
Sam broke the tension by pointing at the house. "Dean, look!"
Dean's eyes followed his motion, widening at the sight of Jenny outlined in the window. The woman gave a soundless shriek as she was pulled into the room by the malevolent force.
Dean was out of the car, Sam carefully cupped in his hands, in seconds. He ran to the house and opened the door with a bang. A scream came from upstairs. Dean took the stairs two at a time, holding the hand Sam was in against his chest so he wouldn't fall. Sam was along for the ride, no idea what was going on past his brother's shadowed shape in the dark. Every footstep shook through Sam's entire body. The rest of the house passed by in a blur as Dean ran.
Once he got to the top, there was a second, fainter scream from the other side of the hallway. "Sari!" Sam said, aghast. "Dean, put me down!" He shoved against the huge fingers holding him in place, unable to budge them an inch.
Dean stared down at him. "What? No way!"
"You don't have time to waste, and you can't get everyone! I'll be fine."
A tortured look came over Dean's face as he lowered his brother to the ground next to his boots. Sam stood on the ground unsteadily, staring up at his looming brother. He'd forgotten what it was like standing down on the ground next to a human.
"Don't get yourself in any trouble," Dean said before straightening. He took off running for the master bedroom, leaving Sam to make his way quickly to his old nursery. Dean's footsteps shook the ground below him. Once Sam reached Sari's room he found the door cracked open just enough to slip through.
Sam ran in, staring up at all the furniture towering over his head. He was reminded forcibly of his insignificance like this... this used to be his room, after all. He used to fit in here.
He pushed those thoughts out of his mind, focusing on why he was there. His eyes flicked from side to side, searching for the little girl. "Sari!" He called out, spotting her cowering on the bed. Tears streaked down her face as she watched a figure on fire come out of her closet.
Her hair whipped around as she looked for the source of the voice. "Sam?" She cried timidly, eyes falling on the tiny Winchester standing on the ground.
"C'mon Sari, we gotta get out of here!"
With his encouragement, the little girl got down from the bed, staring at the burning spirit fearfully the whole time. The second she reached Sam, she scooped him off the ground carefully, small hands gently wrapped around his waist until they got out of her room. She blinked away tears as she stared down at him. "I… I thought you were afraid of me."
"None of that matters until everyone's safe, Sari. I know you won't let me down." Sam patted one of the fingers near him. And he meant every word. As long as the family was safe in the end, it didn't matter what happened to him.
She gave him a small smile at his words, but then flinched when they heard a huge bang. "Quick Sari, we have to get to your little brother!" Sam said, determined.
All he could do was hold on while she ran to the room her brother was in. "Richie!" She cried as she saw him jumping up and down.
"Sari, put me on your shoulder so you can carry him out!" Sam encouraged. He grabbed onto her hair, using it as an anchor. He tried as best he could to not to pull while keeping himself in place as she stood on her tip toes to get her brother out of his crib. Once he was in her arms, she ran for the door, passing the fiery spirit again as it came out of her room.
Seconds after they got out of the room, Dean and Jenny caught up to them, towering over all three. "C'mon guys, time to get outta here," Dean said, taking Richie gently from Sari. He smiled when he caught sight of Sam, safe and sound with Sari.
Jenny just stared at her daughter and the tiny person standing on her shoulder. "Wh… what is going on here?" she asked faintly.
"No time," Dean grunted, grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the house.
Sari and Sam ended up bringing up the rear. Dean was hustling Jenny out of the house as best he could, the woman clearly still in shock. Sam couldn't help glancing over his shoulder. For some reason, there was something familiar about the fiery spirit… as though he'd seen it before, somewhere.
Sari seemed to sense his hesitation. "Sam?" she asked, curiously. She tilted her head, staring down at him with her big, innocent eyes.
"Don't worry about it Sari, let's just get out of here." Sam pushed the odd thoughts from his mind. Until Sari was safe, nothing else mattered. He saw Dean and Jenny get out the door with Richie. The second they were outside, Dean handed Richie off to his mother and came back for Sari and Sam. He scooped them both up into his arms, careful to not offset his tiny brother's balance again with his own immense movements.
Sam sighed gratefully, glad to be back near Dean again. Near the one person in the world he knew he was safe with.
The relief didn't last long. Right when he thought they were all home free, right before Dean's last step outside, something slammed into Sam. He flew through the air, carried all the way back to the kitchen. He slammed into the wall, pinned by an unseen force. The fiery spirit came into the kitchen as he cried out in pain.
"No!" Dean yelled, seeing his brother hit by something invisible. He practically threw himself and Sari through the door, getting her to safety before he turned to run back in for his brother.
The door slammed shut in his face.
"Sam!"
Cursing under his breath, he took in the door. It was thick, reinforced oak. No way he'd be able to open it by ramming his shoulder against it or kicking.
Wasting no time, he ran down to the Impala. Sam was helpless in there. There was no time to waste picking the lock. "Where is it, where is it…" he muttered, digging through the trunk.
He ran back to the house, armed with an axe and a salt gun. He ran past Jenny, who was comforting her children with her face buried against Sari and Richie held between them. Dean started to chop into the door with the axe as fast as he could. He needed to get in now. All Sam had on him for defense was a small bag of salt they'd made up for him during his first vengeful spirit hunt not so long ago. And if he was pinned by the spirit, he wouldn't even be able to get to that.
Dean managed to make a hole wide enough to see through. Not pausing in his swings, he could see his tiny brother, pressed up against the wall on the opposite end of the house. Sam was suspended over four feet in the air. Even if he got out of the spirit's hold, he'd plummet to his death. Dean growled, putting even more effort into the next swing. Sammy needed him. Nothing else mattered.
He finally made a hole big enough to pass through. Barely.
Tossing himself through the door, Dean ran to where his brother was, pulling out his sawed off shotgun the second he saw the spirit approaching Sam. Cocking it, he went to shoot, but paused when he heard Sam's small voice break through his concentration. "Wait!" Sam shouted, squirming desperately on the wall.
"What? Why?" Dean demanded, still holding the gun on the fiery ghost.
"Because… I know who it is now. I can see her." Sam's voice shook with emotion.
"Wha…" Dean lowered the gun, squinting at the spirit. And then it came clear to him, too. The fire faded away, leaving behind a blond woman, hair ruffling as the flames dissipated.
And Dean knew who she was.
"Mom…" he said, weakly.
She gave him a smile as she stood there sadly. She looked exactly the same as the night she'd died. Beautiful blond hair, soft sad smile. "Dean." She turned to the younger brother. "Sam." She shook her head briefly as she took in Sam's size, so much smaller than when she'd seen him last as a baby.
"Mom," Sam managed to get out, still pinned by an invisible force against the wall. Despite everything, despite the persistent hugeness of everything around him, for a few momentsit felt like he was normal. Seeing her smiling at him, for the first time his entire life made him smile back, despite it all. Even being pinned to the wall by a poltergeist wasn't enough to get his spirits down.
His mother was here. Nothing else mattered.
Their mom took a few steps forward, holding a hand out to Sam. She lightly brushed over his cheek with a finger without ever touching him. The sadness in her eyes conveyed how much she wished she could hold him one last time. "I'm so sorry for what you've had to go through," she said, almost a whisper. She lowered her hand from him. "I'm sorry you couldn't live a normal life."
"No… mom… you have nothing to be sorry for… please..." Sam practically begged, wanting her to come back. To be able to touch her one last time.
She gave him and Dean one last, long look, as though she she knew she'd never be able to see them again and turned away, staring up at the ceiling. "You get out of my house." Her voice hardened, "and let go of my son."
With that, the fire sprang up around her again. A ball of fire hurtled into the ceiling. The force holding Sam against the wall vanished and he plummeted towards the ground. Dean's huge hand was there in seconds, catching him safely in midair before he fell too far.
Chest heaving from how close that had been, Sam tried to sit up. He found himself falling back down as his brother lifted up the hand, intense eyes checking over Sam's tiny form for any injuries. Sam couldn't help a slight shiver at such close, heavy scrutiny. A careful finger helped him sit up in the palm, supporting his back. Sam slung his arm over it, grateful for the support.
He stared up at Dean, wide-eyed. "It's over now," he gasped out. The pressure at the back of his head was gone.
Like it had never existed.
Less than a minute later, Dean strode outside with Sam sitting safe on his shoulder.
Where he belonged.
Jenny glanced up at Dean as he came out, tearfully hugging her children. "Is it gone?" She asked.
Dean helped her to her feet, ignoring the surprise on her face when she saw Sam sitting on his shoulder, easily keeping his balance as Dean moved. "I'm gonna call Missouri and have her make sure. But it looks like everything will be back to normal for you," he promised.
She still couldn't tear her gaze away from Sam. "Uh-huh."
"Jenny." The way he said her name made her focus on him, away from Sam. Dean could feel a bit of tension slump out of Sam the moment her eyes were off him. He'd been petrified ever since they left the house, with so many humans around. "This is my little brother, Sam." Dean scooped him into his palm, holding him out in front. "He's the one who saved your children."
Dean's chest twisted as he stared down at his brother, so small in his hand, so vulnerable. But he wouldn't let anything happen to him. Not now, not with him sitting right in Dean's own hand. And Sam deserved the credit. He'd willingly risked himself to save them, without hesitation. Dean could feel the pride in him for what his brother had done, what he'd risked. No one could ever tell Dean his brother wasn't a hunter after all that.
"Yeah mom!" Sari bounced over to them, grinning up at Sam. "He's the bravest!"
"You don't know the half of it," Sam muttered in a low voice none of the humans towering over him could pick up on. Well, maybe Dean could, being so used to living with Sam and used to how quiet his voice was. But there was no response to his statement. He peered up at Jenny nervously, chewing his bottom lip. The only part that had him not freaking out was he was held in Dean's hand still. The huge fingers were cupped comfortingly around Sam. His brother would never let anything happen to him. He was safe.
Surprise still covered her face. Putting a hand on Sari's back, she smiled gently down at Sam. "Thank you... for saving my family."
Hesitantly, she extended a hand to him. Her eyes flicked up to Dean, making sure it was alright. With the greatest care, she pinched Sam's teeny hand between her fingers. He kept still, amazed at the way she was treating him. Her grip on his hand was light and gentle, even though her fingers covered his hand and part of his arm. Maybe not all humans are as dangerous as Walt taught me... he thought to himself.
She let go of his hand. Sam took it back, still in shock.
Dean went to grab his phone from a pocket to call Missouri when Sari came up, still shyly staring at the ground. "Sam... can... would you mind if I held you again?"
Sam glanced over his shoulder at Dean. Dean arched his eyebrows with a familiar expression. Your call.
Turning back to her, he smiled. "As long as you're very careful," he said with mock sternness in his voice. After saving her earlier, he was willing to give her his trust. She hadn't let him down when escaping from the house, after all. For a kid, she was alright.
Sari's small, soft hands gathered him up out of Dean's huge, callused one. He was gently carried over to the steps, where she sat down with him on her knee while Dean called up Missouri.
"Are... Are you still scared of me?" she asked tremulously, eyes wide while she watched him.
Sam grinned up at her. "Not anymore," he promised. "I know you won't hurt me... or trap me."
She smiled back at him. Then - "Did anyone ever hurt you like that?"
"Nah, I'm too fast for them to catch!" He pretended to run on her knee, eliciting a giggle from the little girl.
"How fast are you?" she asked, eyes sparkling. "Could you beat me in a race?"
"Hmm." Sam pretended to think. "I dunno." He took a quick peek at his surroundings. Jenny was sitting off to the side with her arms around Richie and Dean was standing not far off, watching Sam and Sari out of the corner of his eye while he talked into the phone.
Perfect.
"Race you to my brother!"
Before Sari could react, he jumped off her knee with a laugh, landing agilely on the rough concrete. He darted towards his brother's boots, still idly pacing back and forth while he was on the phone.
Sari giggled behind him. "No fair!" She wasted no time getting up to run.
The surprise that passed over Dean's face when he saw his tiny brother running at him full-tilt with Sari not far behind was classic. "What the...?" He said, losing what Missouri was saying in his ear. He covered up the phone, trying to see if Sam was in trouble. He relaxed a little when he saw the mile-wide grins sitting on both faces.
Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he mumbled a quick "see you soon!" into the phone and dropped it lightly into his pocket. Two big steps cleared the distance between him and Sam, making the younger hunter stumble in surprise. Sam went to run from the massive boot planted in front of him right as Dean leaned over, scooping Sam into a ball in one hand and Sari into his other arm.
Both of them immediately started to complain about him ruining their 'race.' Dean grinned, glad to hear that Sam was starting to get over his fears, even having fun with other humans. Still... He dropped Sam lightly into his pocket, buttoning it up. "This is the fate for little troublemakers!" he proclaimed with mock severity, getting in character. Sam immediately started trying to escape, for all the good it did him. There was no way out for him as long as the pocket was buttoned.
Sari squealed under his arm. "Now, I just need to find a pocket big enough for you..."
"I don't fit into pockets, silly!"
Dean hefted her up onto her shoulder. "No? I guess I'll have to figure out something else, then!" He spun in place, making sure to keep his other hand cupped over the pocket Sam was sitting in so he didn't get tossed about. Once she gave in, he lowered her to the ground, letting her stumble dizzily around.
The little lump under his hand struggled weakly. Dean scooped Sam out, letting him collapse in place on his palm. His small chest was heaving from the exertion and the unexpected ride he'd gone on, but he was unhurt. Dean grinned down at him. "Feeling better, short stuff?"
Sam rolled his eyes, using a finger to pull himself up to a sitting position. "Sure. As good as you'd feel on a roller coaster. I wasn't really expecting that."
"Hey, that's the best part and you know it." Dean arched his eyebrows at Sam. "Least you didn't have to wait in line for your ride."
Sam huffed in annoyance. "That's not the point, Dean!"
Jenny glanced at everyone in surprise when she saw her daughter stumbling. "Sari! What happened?" she asked, holding Sari's arm so she didn't stumble anymore.
Sari giggled. "That was fun! Let's do it again!"
Dean glanced up from Sam when he heard a car pull up. Missouri stepped out, staring at them with worry on their face. "Everyone alright?"
"We're hanging in here." Dean said, walking over with Sam still cupped loosely in his hand.
They had her walk through the house one last time. Dean followed close behind, keeping a hand on his sawed off under his jacket. She went through slower than before, making sure to do a full sweep before declaring it free of any spirits. Again.
"Even... mom?" Sam asked. It was the first time he'd spoken up since she'd arrived. With so many humans around that knew he was there, his nerves were on edge. He couldn't help twitchily checking his surroundings constantly, even sitting with Dean's fingers curled reassuringly around him.
"She's gone too. She went for the poltergeist to protect you boys and they... cancelled each other out." Missouri stared up at the ceiling above. "Wherever spirits go after being put to rest is where she is now."
They went outside. The sun was peeking up over the edge of the horizon, casting the world in the soft, warm light of dawn. The night of terror was over at long last. Jenny was resting on the steps, Richie asleep in her arms and Sari leaning against her. She caught sight of Missouri and Dean. "What's the verdict?"
"It's safe for you and your children." Missouri took Richie from Jenny, helping her up. Sari rubbed her eyes tiredly and smiled when she caught sight of Sam. "If you ever need any help, you know how to reach me." After a brief embrace, Jenny went back in the house with her son.
Sari took her time, glancing at Sam. Realizing she wanted to say goodbye to Sam, Dean smiled, bending down so Sam was held eye level with the girl. "Bye Sam, bye Dean," she said, still shy.
Sam grinned at her. "Bye Sari," he said. "Thanks."
She blinked in surprise. "Thanks for what?"
"Letting me know not everyone is dangerous." Sam tilted his head at her. "Sari? Do me a favor... if you ever see anyone else my size, make sure no one hurts them... or tries to catch them."
"Of course!" She ran forward, giving Dean a big hug and Sam a tiny kiss on the head, then followed her mother into the house. Both brothers smiled at the girl's innocence, touched.
Dean went to join Missouri the end the driveway. "You'll keep an eye on the house?" he asked with concern. After getting to know Jenny and her children the last thing he wanted was for anything to happen to them.
"Yes, of course. And don't you boys be strangers! I expect a call from time to time!"
With that, the brothers took their leave.
A few hours later, Dean was idly flipping through channels on the TV with Sam out to see if he could find anyone else his size. He'd found an entrance a little while after they'd come back to rest for the night. Dean hoped he'd been able to find others like him. Especially after everything he'd been through the last few days. Sam deserved it.
Dean took a long pull from his beer, settling in for a quiet night. He was considering heading to a local bar for a drink or two. Maybe even a game of poker or pool. It'd been a long time since he'd hung out, flirted with barflies and played a few games.
A voice near his ear piped up. "You gonna drink all that by yourself?"
Dean couldn't quite hide a grin as he turned his head, catching Sam at the edge of sight. The smaller hunter was sitting on the edge of Dean's pillow, giving off an air of confidence. Dean hadn't even heard him climbing up.
"Wasn't expecting you back so soon, Sammy." Dean said. He pushed himself so he was sitting up on the bed.
"No signs of anyone like me. Just mice and bugs." Sam grimaced at the thought of the bugs he'd run into.
Dean took the initiative and rolled over onto his stomach, off the pillow. With Dean resting his head on his arms, Sam was actually looking down at his brother for the first time. "How do you know?" asked Dean, genuinely curious. "How can you tell if anyone's living here if they're so good at hiding themselves?"
Sam hesitated for a long moment. "If I tell you, you have to promise to never try and catch anyone else like me." He pursed his lips. "It's too easy for you to hurt them, Dean."
Dean was caught off guard. "Sammy... I'd never do anything to hurt them. You have to know that!"
"It's not like that, Dean. I trust you. You know I do - with my life. But telling you stuff like that... it goes beyond me. My dad... he'd never have forgiven me if I told you anything like that. I'd be trusting you with their lives now."
"Sam, I'd never try to trap anyone like you for no reason. Or hurt them. You have my word. I only kill monsters that need killing. People like you definitely don't apply. I'll give you my promise that as long as they aren't hurting anyone else, I won't go after them. They'll be as safe with me as you are."
Sam gave him a small smile, glad for the reassurance from the massive, dangerous hunter. A man who hunted down the supernatural for a living. "As long as I have your word then..." He leaned back against the pillow, closing his eyes in memory. "It's hard to describe. Some of the entrances... you can tell if they're just mouse holes or cracks in the wall. We try to disguise it, but the edges are too straight, too neat to be caused naturally. Then, when you're in the walls... sometimes there's small signs. Ways to make it easier to climb, like in the motel I lived in. My dad... he anchored a thread at the top of the vents, so it was easy to get into the shafts. After you caught me... I used the ventilation shaft to watch. To see if I could find out if you really were... my brother." His voice wavered.
Dean waited patiently, realizing how hard it was for Sam to open up to him. Dean never encouraged emotional moments, hating the vulnerability that came with them. But with this, it was... different. Sam needed him, and he wanted nothing more than to be there for Sam, after abandoning him for so long on his own.
After a moment, Sam gathered himself enough to continue. Any time he remembered the days before Dean, the days he lives with his adopted parents, Dean could see a look of torment pass over his face. An eternal self-blame for what had happened to them. With clear focus on his small face, Sam used Dean's questions as an anchor to the present. "I try to see if anything seems... out of place. Footsteps in the dust, less bugs than normal... a lot of people that live like that do their best to keep the bugs out of the walls. There was one time a cockroach got into our home... mom was screaming most the night, dad yelling..." Sam smiled at the memory. "We managed to chase it out but I'll never forget how terrifying it was. All I could think of the whole time was how easy I could help my family if I was a human still. But..." he stared down at the pillow. "...they wouldn't have had anything to do with me if I was, would they?"
Dean stayed silent, not knowing what he should say. This was the first time Sam had opened up to him about his life before like this. He didn't want to ruin it or distract Sam from his thoughts.
For the next hour, Sam went on. About his life without Dean. How hard it had been to sneak into the kitchen on the rare occasion. Scaling up the towering counters with his dad, only able to take what would fit in his small satchel. How hard it had been to get to any of the boxed food. One time they'd been lucky… the motel had left the fruit out from the morning continental breakfast. For the next week, his family had been able to eat food that was amazingly fresh, delicious. So much healthier than their normal meals. One of the best weeks they'd had with food the entire time Sam had lived there.
That one time they found abandoned dollhouse furniture - where Sam's bed and his journal had come from originally. How they'd had to carry it all into the little passageway before the maid had come in to clean. Sam had grabbed the journal last, darting out of the room with seconds to spare. Dean smiled at how happy Sam was, talking about the little book he used constantly. From what he'd garnered, Sam used it to write down everything he'd learned living at that size, and now he was writing about what he'd learned hunting. It was one of Sam's most treasured possessions. Dean could remember how mad Sam had been when he'd picked it up, not realizing how important it was.
Dean was treated to stories about Walt teaching Sam how to be unnoticeable, meant for the rare occasion he'd been trapped in a room with humans. That one time with Dean had been the only time he'd made an irreparable mistake - every other time Sam had been able to escape notice. They had to find a small, dark corner of the room. Not moving, barely breathing until either the humans left or fell asleep, or he could slip out of one of the hidden entrances. He even told Dean the mistake he'd made when he'd been caught by his brother… how his arm had been twisted by the alarm clock cord, spraining his wrist and causing him to fall. The noise he'd made falling was what had given him away. Guilt filled Dean at how frightening Sam made it seem when he'd been trapped back there - a huge, dark shadow all he could make out of the human in the room with him. The floor shaking with every movement. He was the one that had inspired such fear in his little brother.
He could never make up for that.
Near the end he even told Dean why children scared him so much. How they would notice something like Sam faster than adults would. "Their minds are more open. My parents always discouraged going into rooms with kids. The one time I did, I almost got caught." He told Dean about falling in the bag of chips, and how he'd been seconds from being caught. Dean felt himself getting caught up in the moment... the fear, the panic Sam had felt back then came across strong (although he did kinda smirk when he thought of his pint-sized brother stuck in a bag of chips).
The entire time, Dean stayed motionless. He didn't want to pull Sam from his memories. He even tried to avoid breathing deeply. Sam's world was so different - so alien from his, it was amazing to hear about. If he closed his eyes for a minute, he could almost see it. He'd never thought Sam would share so much with him - a human, no matter that he was Sam's brother.
Sam pulled himself out of his thoughts, flushing red when he realized how long he'd gone on for. With effort he brought himself back to Dean's original question. "So... yeah. Stuff like that. Little things, mostly."
Dean didn't respond for a long moment. "Sam... thanks," he said, touched. It was more than he'd thought Sam would ever share. It made it a little easier to understand what Sam went through, living this small. Where even your own brother could hurt you by accident.
He sat up slowly, trying to avoid jostling the pillow Sam was on. "Up for a movie?"
Sam gave a small huff of laughter. "Sure."
They spent the rest of the night watching The Two Towers, Sam sitting on Dean's shoulder. They shared a drink and ate a pizza.
Like everything was normal.
Missouri made it home not long after watching the black Impala drive off, its driver intent on the road ahead. She came into the house and smiled.
She could sense him the moment she came in. His mind was as loud as Dean's, the thoughts filling her house.
Still, she couldn't read him anywhere near as well as the boy. He'd had practice screening his thoughts, making it so only what he wanted to slipped out. He'd had experience in the past with psychics, she knew.
She closed her eyes, speaking to the air. And to him. "That boy... he has such powerful abilities. But why couldn't he sense his own father, I'll never know."
John rested his head on his hands, fingers intertwined. "Mary... she really saved the boys?"
"She did." Missouri met his dark-eyed gaze.
John broke away. "And... Sam. Is he...?"
"He's exactly what you told me." She glared at him, thinking about that poor boy. "John, I could just slap you!" She said angrily. "That boy has been shoved into a world he's not prepared for with only his brother for support! He needs his father!"
John stared down at the ground. "I... I can't. Not yet. I can't face him... can't face what happened to him because of me. I failed him then. I don't want to fail him again." He sighed deeply, closing his eyes.
He wished things could be different.
FIN
A/N
The end of a sweet story for Sam and Dean :) Hope everyone loves Sari as much as I do! And John officially makes his first appearance in the series. Now the only question remains when will Sam finally see his father?
The storyline and characters contained within the story are NOT mine, this is just for fun and entertainment. Changes have been made to the storyline to fit in the borrower!Sam AU
Next: So, starting next week on Friday the thirteenth, not only does my contest end, but a new story begins! This one is a bit longer than Home and an original storyline for my Brothers Apart. Sam and Dean have a lot of excitement heading for them in Shadows and Reflections! So tune in next Friday for the fun to begin! :)
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