Dean felt like he was breaking as John took Sam away from him.

"Come on Dean." Marry whispered softly, having walked around the car and was now kneeling eye level with her son. Dean slowly dragged himself out of the car and took his moms hand. Refusing to look up, he allowed his mom to lead them both back to the room Dean and Sam had been sharing. Releasing her hand, Dean sprinted to his brother's light blue bed and tackled himself onto it. Cuddling into the blankets, he held Sam's stuffed panda close to his chest. Marry laid next to her son, wrapping her arms around her distraught son.

-SAM-

With a groan, Sam sat up in a bed that was not his. Quickly whipping the sleep out of his eyes, he looked around to seem himself in his parent's room, his dad fast asleep next to him, his mother nowhere in sight. Knowing his dad didn't like to be woken early, Sam stumbled out of the king sized bed. He ran out of the room, down the hall, and up a floor to his and Dean's room. Before opening the door, he gripped the side of his head a thumping of a horrible headache beating against his temples.

"Dean?" Sam asked opening the door and stared in horror at the partially empty room. A few of Dean's toys remained in the room but a few servants were bent over picking them up others were emptying out Dean's side of the closet.

"What are you doing?!" Sam screamed rushing forward into the room. All the servants stopped moving and looked around at Sam.

"We are moving Dean out Sam." One of the men replied.

"To where?" Sam demanded. Maybe he could talk his brother out of moving out of the room. He would be better; he would be braver and not run away to his parent's room when he got scared; he would let Dean sleep through the night.

"Down the hall sir." Another replied and without another word they all continued to collect Dean's things. Sam turned on his heal and ran down the hall way. Dean stood in the bathroom staring almost numbly at himself in the mirror.

"Dean?" Sam asked quietly

"Go away Sam." Dean said simply not looking away from the mirror.

"But you can't leave me Dean. You're my brother, I need you to protect me from the monsters." Sam gasped reaching forward and grasping his brother's arm.

Dean yanked his arm away and turned to look at Sam, his bright green eyes full of anger, "That is what I am doing Sam. I'm protecting you from the most dangerous monster of them all."

"You…what? They are in the closet and shadows of OUR room Dean. How does you leaving protect-" Sam started to ask confused.

Dean cut him off quickly, "Sam I'm doing what is best for you. I'll see you every once and a while. Someone has to cut your hair," Dean reached out to touch Sam's hair but retreated quickly fear in his eyes, "Excuse me." And without waiting for Sam to move Dean shoved past him, to the door three down the hall. He looked back one last time, pushing his hand through his white hair before he disappeared into the room.

::=:\FIVE YEARS LATER/:=::

It had taken Sam sometime to get used to being alone in his room, but he could never seem to get used to not being able to talk to his brother except the rare occasions of catching him in the hall way or when Dean would cut his hair. Sam personally didn't like his hair as short as Dean would cut it, but he would take any time he could with his brother.

Sam had created a schedule for himself. He would leave the castle early in the morning, go to school without his brother, talk to his friends and run back home as soon as school was done in the hopes that he would catch Dean in-between the drawing room where Dean did home studies to his room. If Sam did catch him Dean would merely nod at him, walk past him and close his bedroom door behind him. Sam would then sit in front of the door and tell Dean all about his day, what the weather was like outside and at the end before Dean always told him to go away, Sam would ask if Dean wanted to come out and play. He even ate his dinner in front of the door imagining Dean on the other side eating his food with him.

When this schedule has started Sam had to argue with his mom and dad that he needed to be there. That Dean needed him even if he didn't know it yet. After arguing it for over a year, the only way John would agree to let Sam sit in front of the door was if the door was closed. Even though the lock was depressing and all the more restraining on Sam seeing Dean, he couldn't help but smile at it every day. For the lock to be on the door Dean would have had to agree to it.

-DEAN-

A day after meeting with the Pixies Dean had been pulled out of school and he started on home schooling. A teacher would sit across the room from Dean as he worked. Over the five years, since he had harmed his brother, his abilities had increased

AN: Hope ya'll liked Chapter 4! Reviews welcome :3