Thank you guys for your awesome reviews! I'm so glad your liking it so far! I would also like to thank LightningBolt21 for pointing out the fact that Dean is a bit out of character. I am hoping to get him back to being the Dean we all know and love very soon (i'm just a sucker for sentimental sibling moments). Keep reviewing and if there is anything you guys would like to see in this story let me know, I may just put it in.

"Open wide Star."

She shook her head violently and kept her mouth firmly closed. He just smiled at her and moved even closer.

"You know what will happen if you don't drink it. I will do what I promised."

She knew he was serious. He had done it before. That girl died because she didn't listen. With tears pouring down her cheeks she slowly opened her mouth and took the glass he offered her.

"Good girl."

He always made it sound like it was some kind of health drink but…she knew what it really was. Every time she drank it a piece of her disappeared. She didn't know who she was anymore and as much as she hated to admit it, her will to refuse was becoming less and less over time.

When she finished he took the glass and smiled down at her. "You see how much easier it is if you don't fight it?" Turning away he motioned toward the doorway and a moment later Jacob came forward…and he was dragging Mark behind him.

"No!" She screamed as the small boy was thrown to the ground in front of her. "You said you wouldn't! I drank it!"

He turned back to her and smiled again. "But you fought my little Star. So you must be taught another lesson I'm afraid. Jacob."

Jacob took a step forward and held his hand out toward her. A crushing force surrounded her, effectively holding her in place. She struggled against the invisible binds as he walked over to the whimpering child on the floor. "Please don't! I won't do it again! Please!"

Ignoring her pleas, he placed his hand on Mark's head and looked up at her. "Learn this well." And then Mark burst into flames.

"Ahhhhhhh!" The child screamed as his flesh burned and far slower than she wished…he died. The smell was all consuming and made her want to throw up. Jacob let her go and she collapsed to the floor in front of the charred remains of an eight year old boy she had promised to protect. Without another word the two of them left the room. The large metal door slammed closed behind them, leaving her alone with what was left of Mark.

"Mark?" She whispered as she crawled over to his body. "Mark?" Tears started streaming down her cheeks when there was no answer. Despite the smell and the oozing of the burnt flesh she pulled him into her arms and held him tightly. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry…"

"…I'm sorry…"

Dean looked over at Sam as she muttered another apology under her breath. Ever since they had left the motel she had been staring off into space and muttering to herself. He had tried talking to her as he drove but got no response. He tried to focus on the road to Bobby's, it wasn't very far, but he couldn't stop gazing at Sam. He was still in disbelief about the whole thing. Sam…his Sam was sitting right there beside him. After twelve years she was back. For the first time since she went missing he saw a light in the tunnel of darkness he'd been living in.

"Hey Sammy, you're gonna love Bobby. He's a little rough around the edges and a bit crotchety but deep down he's like a stuffed grizzly."

Still no response. Dean sighed and faced the road again. This was going to be harder than he thought.

"What is crotchety?"

A soft voice rang out a few minutes later. Dean whipped his eyes over to his sister in surprise. She was still staring out the window but she seemed more alive now and was slowly tracing her finger up and down the glass.

"Uh, it means grumpy…"

"So Bobby is grumpy. Is Bobby always grumpy?"

Feeling completely elated, Dean tried to keep the conversation going. "Yeah. He's getting old and lives alone, which apparently means the world is one big pain in the ass."

"Is he your dad Dean?"

That stopped him cold. Bobby his father?

"No Sam. Bobby is not my father."

"Star."

"What?"

"I am Star."

What was he supposed to say to that. Tell her no, her name is Sam? He was going to have to be delicate with her for now.

"Sorry. Star."

She nodded to herself and then turned to face him. "Who is Bobby?"

"Bobby is a friend of the family."

"Family…friend…"

It hurt him to hear the confusion in her voice. The fact that she didn't seem to understand words like friend and family pissed him off. He was gonna find the bastard that did this to her and he was gonna kill him.

"I would like to meet Bobby."

He smiled softly as she turned back toward the window. "Sure…Star. He wants to meet you too."

"Why? I am…nothing. I want to be…nothing."

Again Dean didn't know what to say. He wasn't used to all this emotional stuff. He didn't know what to do. So in the end, he let the conversation die and focused back on the road. Sam didn't seem to care. She just kept looking out the window. The good thing was that she didn't check out anymore. He could still see life in her eyes from the reflection in the window and despite the fact that he now felt really awkward, it still gave him peace knowing she was still with him.

Twenty minutes later

They pulled up outside of Bobby Singer's place around dawn and Dean was dead tired. It wasn't a long drive from his motel but the night had been a hell of a long one. When they pulled into the driveway, Sam's eyes had widened when she saw all the cars surrounding the place. Dean couldn't help but laugh.

"Looks like a junk yard doesn't it. Bobby likes to try and fix up these 'cars' and sell 'em. Not a very lucrative career in my opinion."

She turned to him with a blank look on her face. It was obvious she had no idea what he was talking about. Dean couldn't help but wonder what she had been doing all those years. He hadn't wanted to freak her out even more by suggesting a shower before they left the motel so she was still filthy, but despite that, she didn't seem to be physically injured. It was a blessing, but it also made him terrified of what she had been put through to have such a rudimentary understanding of certain things about the world around her. On the other hand, she certainly knew how to take care of herself. Her self defence skills were on par with his own.

"Ah, never mind. Shall we?" He gestured toward the house and her eyes shone with excitement. She practically jumped out of the car. "Hey, wait up Sam-I mean Star!"

Not listening to him, she continued running up to the front porch. Dean was fast on her heels but he wasn't quite fast enough. The front door was wrenched open and there stood Bobby, mouth wide open in disbelief. It would have been hilarious…if not for the fact that the man had a shotgun pointed right at Sam. She immediately skidded to a stop and fell into a defensive stance. Faster than even he thought possible, Sam pulled her knife and held it out in front of her. Dean hadn't wanted to take it from her because it seemed to be a comfort and without it she tended to get agitated. He was kind of regretting that now.

"Bobby wait! Don't shoot!"

Still holding the gun at the ready, Bobby looked at him in irritation. "What the hell boy?! Who's the girl and why does she look like you just picked her up off the side of the damn road?!"

Not really sure what was going on, Sam took a slow step backward, never lowering the knife an inch. She was deteriorating fast, Dean could tell, so he tried to diffuse the situation.

"Lower the gun old man, you might hurt yourself!"

Bobby glowered down at him from the porch and then turned his gaze back to Sam. Then, slower than he wanted, Dean watched him put the gun down. He breathed a small sigh of relief and then his focus swung back over to Sam. She was still as tense as a rattle snake and Dean had to walk around so he could slowly approach her from the front. If he had come up behind her he knew it wouldn't have ended well.

"Sa-Star…hey, it's okay. You just scared the old coot, running up there like that. He's not gonna hurt you. I promise. It's okay…just put the knife down." He kept his voice low and as soothing as possible and after a few tense seconds, her knife slowly lowered. She didn't put it away completely but the fact that she did as he asked was a major step in his book. He was worried about the look in her eyes though. The Sam he had been driving with, the inquisitive girl who wanted to meet Bobby, was gone.

"You care to tell me what the heck's goin on here Dean."

Without facing the older man Dean answered the best he could. "Bobby…meet Sam."

"That's thin Dean. Real thin. The girl talks about a band-aid and suddenly she's your long lost sister?"

Dean could understand Bobby's reluctance to believe. It was an impossible scenario. What were the odds that Sam would, literally, run into him after all those years of searching.

"It's her Bobby. I know it's her."

He could tell the man was coming around though, even more so after they did a few tests. Bobby was adamant about it and Dean felt like an idiot for not doing them himself. There had been every possibility that the girl could've been a shifter or a demon and he hadn't done anything to check. His dad would kick his ass if he ever found out.

"What, this some kinda gut feeling or something? Cause you know how much stock I put into them boy."

Dean shook his head in amusement. "Maybe, something like that. I just…know. That girl in there is my baby sister Bobby."

Bobby watched him carefully and then glanced into the other room where Sam was sitting on the couch just staring off into the corner of the room. "What the hell's she doin?"

Dean followed his gaze. "I don't know. She was doing it in the motel too. She even started screaming at whatever she sees there."

"Sees there? You mean she's been hallucinating?"

"Yeah…and not just that either. Her personality changes on a dime too. Like one minute she's all calm and curious about things, like a little kid, and the next she's this dark, violent…hunter."

"A hunter huh…"

"I…don't know what to do Bobby. I mean, how do I help her?"

Bobby rubbed a hand over his face and then looked at Dean. "Well, for starters, you could get her to take a shower or something. She looks, and smells, like she hasn't bathed in weeks."

Dean laughed and stood up. "Good idea. Thanks Bobby."

"Sure kid. We'll figure this out."

Dean nodded and then started heading for the other room. He was halfway there when Bobby's voice stopped him. "You call your father yet?"

"No."

"Dean, if that is Sam, your dad deserves to know."

Dean whipped around in anger. "The hell he does! He gave up on her!"

"Don't be yellin at me in my own house boy."

He continued glaring but didn't say anything else.

"Look Dean, I know that you and your dad have yer issues, but the man deserves to know that his daughter is alive…if that really is Sam. You may not believe me Dean but your father is as messed up about Sam as you are."

Bobby made a good point but Dean was reluctant to accept it. Two years ago John Winchester gave up the search for Samantha and it made Dean want to punch the man. His father had said it was because they had no leads after years of searching and it was consuming their lives. They had to move on sometime…Sam was probably dead. Dean had disagreed, harsh words had been yelled, on both sides, and Dean had left. The two of them had only spoken a handful of times since then. But Bobby was right. John should be informed about Sam. First things first though, Sam needed to be cleaned up.

"Alright Bobby, I get it. But I'll call him later okay. Sam comes first."

Bobby nodded but Dean knew that if he didn't call John soon, Bobby would call the man himself. Without saying anything else he walked into the other room where Sam was still staring off into the corner. At least she didn't seem to be talking to the hallucination this time. He just wondered what it was that she was seeing. The look in her eyes said that it was nothing good.

"Hey Star. Can you hear me?"

Her eyes rolled around a little before settling on his face. "Dean."

It was a bit unsettling but he didn't let her see that it bothered him. "That's right. I was wondering if you wanted to get cleaned up. It can't be comfortable like that."

She tilted her head, as if not quite understanding, but then looked down at herself. She took in the mud stained jeans and the dirty, ripped, red t-shirt. "Yes."

Dean smiled and held out his hand. "Alright. Let's go. I'll show you where the bathroom is and find you something else to wear."

Sam nodded and reached out to grab his hand. She was halfway there when suddenly she froze, eyes widening in fear.

"Star? What's wrong?"

"I can't…I…No!" She screamed and her hands flew to her head in a vice like grip. "No! Stop it!"

Dean took a quick step backward, nearly falling over a footstool in the process, as she started freaking out. He watched in horror as Sam continued screaming at the top of her lungs.

"What the hell is going on?!" Bobby yelled as he came running into the room.

"I don't know! She was fine and then she just started…freaking out!"

"Well do something! She's your sister!"

Dean looked at Bobby in frustration before taking a step back toward Sam. "Sam, I need you to calm down!"

"Screaming at her ain't gonna help!"

Becoming even more frustrated, Dean did the only thing he could think of. He surged forward and embraced her in a tight hug. He held her so closely that she couldn't move. At first she struggled and continued the screaming, but little by little, the fight just seemed to leave her. Her whole body sagged against him and her head collapsed onto his shoulder. Dean was about to pull away when he heard her speak softly.

"I'm so sorry…"

Feeling completely overwhelmed Dean just continued to hold her. "It's okay Sammy…"

Silence filled the room after that. Dean could feel Bobby watching them and decided that they couldn't stay there forever.

"Hey Bobby, could you maybe find her something else to wear? I'm still gonna try and get her cleaned up before we let her rest."

"Sure. I'll start a bath up for her too."

"Thanks Bobby."

Dean heard the older man leave the room. He sighed and then went about trying to disengage himself from Sam. She was still a dead weight in his arms and for a moment he thought she had passed out, but then she started talking again.

"You…I know you…"

Dean froze. Maybe he'd heard wrong but…it sounded like she'd said she knew him. "What did you just say?"

Sam pulled away and looked at him with a frown on her face. All signs of her previous meltdown were wiped from her expression. These mood swings were starting to give him whiplash.

"Your smell…you smell like…" She trailed off looking slightly frustrated.

"I smell? Well I haven't taken a shower in a couple days, but who are you to judge? You smell like a garbage can."

She stared a him for a moment before a small smile appeared on her face. If it hadn't been clear to him before who she was…it certainly was now. That smile was all Sam.

"Why don't we go try to fix that huh. A nice warm bath, how's that sound?"

He pushed himself to his feet and held his hand out once more. This time…Sam took it.

Once Sam was safely in the tub, Dean headed out into the hallway and pulled out his phone. It was as good a time as any to speak with his father, plus he didn't want to be to far away if Sam had another episode. The only problem was that he had no idea how he was going to explain things. How do you tell someone that the missing daughter, that they had given up searching for, had been found? He sighed, took a deep breath and dialed. Time to put the family back together.

Just one more thing. Sadly it may be a little while before I can update due to the fact that I am moving and may not have a stable internet connection, but I will be back as soon as I can with another chapter. Thanks again for reading.