"It's okay. I'm here."

Dean basically hung on to Bobby for dear life. He didn't even realize he had started crying. Bobby put one arm around his shoulders and took him back downstairs.

When Dean had finally calmed down, the two came up with an idea. Bobby was going to call John the next day and ask if he could take Dean away for a bit. Bobby promised not to tell John why, but just enough to persuade him it was a good idea. Besides, it's not like John was going to say no right?

Dean went back upstairs. Two hours had passed. He opened the bedroom door and saw Sam lying in bed. Dean so badly wanted to wake him up to talk to him, but voted against it. It had already been a long night for everyone.

The next morning, Dean packed up his overnight bag. Bobby had called John, who luckily, found a small vampire nest that he was going to need help on.

Sam sat on his bed, half reading the book in his hands, half glaring at Dean. Dean, who forgot about him. Dean, of all people. The one person Sam could go to for anything and he wasn't even there for him. And here he is, packing up to leave Sam again.

On the other hand, he knew Dean had his own troubles. And honestly, he felt bad for what he said last night. He couldn't sleep after that. He laid in bed and stared at the wall. After their fight, Sam heard Dean leave with Bobby to go back downstairs. Two hours later, he heard Dean come into the room, climb into bed, and go right to sleep. Sam guessed he finally passed out an hour after that.

"Sam?" Dean asked, breaking Sam's thoughts. Sam looked up at him. "I asked if you were sure you didn't want to come?"

"I'm sure," Sam said, his voice cracking. It had been doing that a lot lately. It was hard to take him seriously. But Dean knew better.

"Sam, I don't want to leave knowing you're this angry at me."

"I'm not angry at you," Sam said in a tone that just further proved Dean's point. Sam went back to reading.

The truck honked outside.

"I'll call, okay?"

"Whatever."

Dean picked up his bag and walked downstairs.

"Have fun," Bobby said as he walked into the living room.

"Sam's still not speaking to me."

"And what do you want me to do about it? You said so yourself you got yourself into this mess."

"Really? Now you're going to play the tough love card?" Dean asked, annoyed.

"Couldn't before but you seem better now."

Dean scoffed and readjusted the bag on his shoulder.

"I'll see you when I get back Bobby."


Sam decided to take a break from reading for lunch. Bobby had gone to town for errands so Sam had the whole house to himself for a bit.

Sam made himself a sandwich and sat on the floor of the living room, flipping through the channels. It was Saturday; how was there nothing good on tv?

After 20 minutes of that and a few bites, the doorbell rang. Sam technically wasn't allowed to open the door alone. He peeked through the peephole and saw Kelly standing on the other side.

"Hey," she said when he opened the door. Sam stayed silent. "Is Dean here?"

"Nope."

"Know when he'll be back?"

"A week?" Sam suggested. Kelly looked lost. Sam rolled his eyes and explained. "He went on a trip with our dad."

"Oh. Tell him I stopped by? He can call me," Kelly said. She turned around and started walking down the steps of the porch.

"I don't think Dean wants to talk to you," Sam said suddenly, stopping her. "Even if he were here."

"Excuse me?"

"He won't admit it but you hurt him. I think you should leave him alone."

"Sam, I know that was happened was tragic and you're really sweet-"

"I'm serious. Just because I'm thirteen doesn't mean I don't know what's going on."

"I think this is something that needs to stay between Dean and I," Kelly snapped. "I'll be back in a week."

Kelly turned around quickly and left. Sam slammed the front door shut.


Sam sat on his bed staring at the phone in his hand. Bobby just called. Apparently, one of the errands he had to do was a supply run for another hunter a couple towns over. Bobby was on his way to deliver them. He'd be back in time for dinner.

He twirled the phone in his hands and then dialed a number.

"We're sorry. The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. Please hang up and try again."

So Sam did.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Brooke was really gone. She really moved away without telling him and left him no way to contact her. Who does that?

Sam dialed a different number. It ran a few times before being answered.

"Hello?"

"Brooke's gone."

"What do you mean Brooke's gone?"

"She moved to Washington."

The line stayed silent, telling Sam to keep talking.

"She never said goodbye."

"I'm so sorry Sammy. Is this why you were upset yesterday?"

Sam nodded, only to then remember he was on the phone. He laughed softly.

"Well I'm sure she didn't tell you because something bad happened and she just hasn't been able to call you."

"She had a going away party and didn't invite me."

"And I'm sure she has a reason and will explain it to you when she calls."

"Yeah but… we leave all the time! Do we ever tell anyone we meet where we went or why? Do we ever call any of them back?"

"Brooke's not a hunter. It's different."

"No it's not," Sam mumbled. The line stayed silent again.

"Is that all you wanted to tell me?"

"Yeah. Thanks Dean."

"Anytime Sammy. I'll let you know when we find these vamps, alright?"


Sam laid on the floor, resting his legs against the wall, staring at the ceiling. It was ten at night. Six hours after Bobby said he'd be back.

Sam wasn't worried though. Bobby could take care of himself.

Sam debated going to bed. As often as he was left alone, sleeping alone shouldn't be a problem right? But a shady hotel room is a lot different than a hunter's house. Sam found it ironic that a place you would consider the safest could actually be the most dangerous at any given second.

And at 10:30, Bobby walked in through the door.

"What the hell are you still doing up?"

"Nothing."

"I can see that. What'd you do today?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing huh? You just stayed there in that position all day?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, I brought pizza home if you're hungry. You're the one that likes pineapple right?"

Sam smiled and jumped up. Bobby reheated the pizza and the two sat at the table and played their board games while they ate.


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