Disclaimer: I do not own any of the familiar character fics used in this story. They all belong to Kripke the genius.

Note: Taken from the time-line when Sam lived with the Winchesters from the Valley.

Far From Home

Chapter One:

It was the second day. New house, new environment--new family. He didn't sleep easy last night. He cried himself to sleep calling on only one name. The name that always brought a calm to his senses, to his soul--every minute it leaves his lips. It's his mantra. His magic word. Everytime he's in trouble, hurt, sad, scared---saying that one name made everything alright.

"Deanie..."

He says it one time, that's what it takes and things fall right back into place---like a puzzle. From the time he started to understand things--that's all he knows to do. Depend on his big brother, his hero. He breathes and live holding on to that name.

"Deanie..."

But unlike before, as far as his little mind can recall when his big brother would always come, this time, his Deanie never came. He kept calling out for him, but there was nothingness. He wondered why. But he never resented. He never could, since it's his Deanie. 4 year-old little Sammy's eyes focused on the door half the night, he was waiting for it to open, just like back home. His eyes never left the doorway, but soon his 4-year old eyes became too heavy with sleep and were too puffy with too much crying to even stay open.

His Deanie, as he recalls would always come barging in and make everything alright. Every time he hears the slightest whimper, just a mere squeak--and he'd come running. If it comes from Sam, he'd be there in a wink. The kid was expecting the same thing to happen, he trusted his big brother to be there--as always. But he wasn't. Dean wasn't.

He spent his waking hours calling, crying out, watching...waiting. But the door never opened, nobody came. His Deanie was nowhere.

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"Rise and shine, sweetie!" came a warm woman's voice. It was familiar, it was just like his mommy's voice, Mary's.But it wasn't Mary at all, it wasn't his mommy. "Hi, Sam!" She is standing alongside the bed, looking down on him. She had a warm voice and the second the kid opened his eyes, her face was just as warm. "I'm your aunt Jorgine...remember me from yesterday, baby? We already met, didn't we?"

The boy slowly sat up and was rubbing his pudgy knuckles to his eyes. The tears from the previous night all dried up on their own on his rosy cheeks. He scanned the room with his eyes in silence. The room seemingly looked like a girl's room since it was nothing like his bedroom at home. It wasn't like his Deanie's nor Ted's either. Sam sat there inanimately for a few minutes before he mustered enough courage to speak up.

"I want Deanie..." his voice was as a muffle but he was heard anyways by his kind-hearted Aunt Jorgine who pulled him closer towards her.

"Aaw, sweetie...Dean is not here at the moment." she says apologetically, if only the kid could understand the situation better.

The kid looked at her with his piercing brown pair. Jorgine felt like the gaze went right through her soul, it was painful.

"Oh..." he looks around and seemed like he was looking for something with his eyes. "He goes to school when the hand in the clock is like that!" he points at the clock on the wall that read 7 o'clock. "Did he go to school?" his hand is unknowingly toying with his aunt's hand after doing the pointing on the clock.

"No, Sam...he's back home." she is stroking the boy's hair affectionately.

Sam squints as he looked at her obliquely as he tilted his head to the side.

"I'm not at home Aunt Jowgy?"

"No, sweetie...you're not."

"I'm not?"

"No, sweetie."

"Hmm..," he paused for a good few seconds, "Can I go home now? I want to go home now, please?"

"Oh Sam..." she gasps as she hugged the boy to her chest delicately.

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Eloise was eating his breakfast behind the counter top when the swinger just bustled open and his kid brother walks in. The younger boy looked like he hadn't slept a wink at all. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked cranky. He just slammed his back pack onto the counter top as he sat down and slumped his forehead beside it.

"You okay, squirt?"

"I miss him." Dean whispers. "I miss him it hurts."

The older boy sighs big time.

"Dean," he lowers his voice, "--don't."

Dean looks up with tears starting to leave his eyes. He clears his throat and found the need to look over his shoulder before he spoke in a lowered decibel as Eloise.

"I can't help it, Teddy...I miss Sammy." he reaches up to wipe his eyes with the back of his hands. "Why did he have to go? Why does dad have to send him away? He didn't do anything wrong! What happened to mommy wasn't his fault! You were there! I was there, Ted! It was our fault! We shouldn't have left him alone outside like we did!"

Eloise shut his eyes, he couldn't stand looking at Dean, crying. His chest wanted to explode right there.

"Dean, don't start with this. You'll get dad upset again and we both don't want that!"

"I want Sammy to come home, Ted. I just know it he didn't sleep a wink last night. He can't sleep right without me...I couldn't sleep right without him..."

"I miss him too, Dean. But I can't do anything about it. Dad made up his mind. Sam is staying with Uncle Aaron from now on."

"It's not right, Ted...it's not! I hate dad for doing this--mom wouldn't want me to do this but dad made me--made us do this to Sam! I bet if it had been Jacob in Sam's shoes he wouldn't send him away!" Dean started to sob harder as he got up, grabbing his back pack along the way and slamming the door behind him.

Chapter Two:

"No no..Sam! Don't--oh come on?" came whining from the den. Next came more of it but this time there was stomping before a head pops in the kitchen. "Mom, Sam ate my cereal with his hands again! It's---" made a face, then he shrugs, "--cute! Nevermind, mom!"

And then the head was gone.

"Hey Sam! Want more cereal?" was heard from the den, coming from the same whining voice earlier.

Jorgine turns to look at her daughter who was making her homework behind the counter top. She smiles and shakes her head.

"You should have seen Sam and Kel yesterday, mom. They were trying to ride the swing, but then Sam was too heavy. Kel was like digging his heels and what not for several minutes before he had the thing goin'. It was hilarious!"

"And where were you throughout all this, missy? You were babysitting them, supposedly. I hope Kel didn't go around picking Sam up again. Your brother could hurt his back doing that! Sam is one healthy baby!" Jorgine shakes her head musingly.

"I made sure Kel didn't carry Sam around mom. I let Tony do it!"

"Darby Ann! Can't you see how skinny your brothers are?" Jorgine laughs in between the scolding, "No more picking Sam up for you three."

"Mommy, I am not skinny! I am---I am--" she pauses and make this thinking face,"--mommy, what's gorgeous?" she asks before going back to writing, "Cause Jt said I was that..." her voice fades.

"And who is this, Jt?" her mom takes her by the chin and made her look her in the eyes, "I told you before sweetie, no boys til you reach highschool..."

"Mommmmmmy, Jt is not my boyfriend! He's just this new kid in school...he's really nice and that's what he said. I was gorgeous!" she giggles, "I didn't forget our deal, mommy! Don't worry! I'm still 9 years old! That would be creepy! Boys don't even think about girls all that much yet..." she says matter of factly.

"And he came up with gorgeous cause he wasn't thinking of girls?" Jorgine teased.

Darby scrunches her nose, "Maybe he just can't help it cause I'm really pretty!"

"Oh sweetie..." Jorgine mused as she kisses her on the top of the head.

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"Want some more cereal, Sam?" Kel turns to his baby cousin who is sitting on the long couch next to him. The younger kid is leaning back onto the couch since his tummy is too taut due to over-eating. He doesn't vocalize his response, he just shakes his head. "You want to play in the swing now?"

"Sammy sleepy..."

"You're like this little piggy in this story I read you know?" he ruffles the boy's hair affectionately. "He eats and eats and eats and afterwards he sleeps and sleeps and sleep--kind 'a like you. We only need to throw you into the mud and you're practically him, Sam!"

Sam just pouted at him.

"What?" Kel asked innocently.

The next thing was, baby Sammy was crying. 10-year old Tony, Kel's big brother just came bustling in from the front porch. He was assessing the problem in no time.

"What? What happened? Did he fall? Break anything---Kel, what?" he worried asks while checking the crying 4-year old up, "Sam, did Kel hurt you?"

"What?" Kel gasps, "I wouldn't hurt him, Tony!"

Tony turns to Kel with a glare.

"Then why is he crying?"

"Sammy is crying..." Sammy starts to recount to Tony's ear.

"Yes, I know Sam. But why are you crying? I want to know that." Tony asks the crying boy.

"Kel said Sammy a piggy..."

Tony gasps as he kicks his kid brother lightly on the shin.

"You called him a pig?"

"What? I didn't call him a pig! I just said he was LIKE George the piggy! There's a difference, Tony!"

"You called him a pig, Kel!"

"When you look at it--I'm right! They pretty much do the same things everyday, which isn't much. Just eating and sleeping--that's it!" Kel reasons. Tony just picks Sam after the kid raises both arms up towards him as he goes 'carry me' mode.

"So, you called him a pig?" Tony growls, "What's the matter with you? He's prolly got issues with his weight!" fiercely whispers.

Kel chuckles as he slouches on the couch.

"He's 4, Tony! Issues...that's silly!" he snickers.

"Do you even know what issues are?" Tony scoffs.

"No...do you?" Kel counters.

"Of course I do! It's what mommy has when she eats too much at thanksgiving."

"Oh...so that's why mommy cries sometimes, huh? Just like Sam?" Kel asks his brother with excitement in his voice. "Boy! Have I got a lot to learn!" he slaps his forehead silly, "Hey Sam, can you do this?" he does it again.

Sam pulls away from Tony's shoulder and turns to look at Kel. He slaps his pudgy palm onto his forehead. But since he has no control over his reflexes yet, he does it a little too hard. His lip started to quiver and then a whole lot of crying came again.

"KEL!" Tony yells at his kid brother who scampers out of there, laughing.

"I want Deanie! I want Deanie! I want Deanie!" Sam started crying over and over.

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"Hey man..." Brandon just greets his best friend who is sitting by himself under a tree at the park.

Dean didn't hear him at first, only after the 8-year old sat beside him and hit his knee, did the Winchester boy notice his buddy.

"You alright?"

Dean shook his head.

"You still miss him, don't you?"

Dean nods.

"I'm sorry, Dean...I wish I could help."

"It really hurts, B. I want to see Sammy so bad. I want to hug him so bad. I miss him---." he turns to face Brandon, "--but i can't even talk about it at home. Dad will get mad. And Ted, he'll just ignore me. I want to call him, my little brother...just to hear his voice, but I'm scared of dad." Dean goes about to hugging his knees and burying his face to his chest. He started sobbing in seconds, "I'm a bad brother for letting him go, aren't I? Mom would never forgive me for what I did..."

"Dean, it wasn't your fault. You're just a kid. Your dad made you do it."

"It wasn't his fault, B...it wasn't...but dad keeps saying it is. He keeps telling us it is..."

"You know the truth, Dean."

"I do, but how come I didn't do anything to stop dad?" :cry

Oh yay!!!!! I'm gunna get stuck into this.
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YESSSSSS!
MORE! MORE! MORE! PLEASSSEEEE!
:roll

:hug xo

Chapter Three:

Marc Lester just found a spot beside Todd on the bleachers at school. School had just ended and the guys are just hanging around for a few minutes to play baskets at the court outside. Todd looks up at Marc who is seated a couple of steps from him. The Macallister boy sported a worried look on his face.

"Has Dean returned to normal yet?" Todd asks Mac. "Any changes?"

"So far? A big one."

"Good big one? Bad big one?"

"I don't like the way he is going with this, Todd. I haven't seen him mean before. It's like we're meeting a whole new different Dean. He's scary."

Todd turns his gaze towards the direction of the court where Brandon, Dean and Robin are playing hoops. He sighs a heavy one.

"He's taking Sam's leaving real hard, Mac. He's trying to keep everything inside cause he's afraid of how Uncle John would take it." Todd's voice trails, "What I can't get is---why would Uncle John send Sam away? Isn't Sam the baby in the family? They should have been extra careful of him--just like we are with Ricky, you with your baby sister, brain boy with Sasha. I don't understand why Dean even let Sam go, Mac. It's stupid. Dean is stupid."

"Todd, do you really want to get in this with Dean?"

"I'm not scared of him, Mac."

"He needs us right now, Todd. Don't do this."

"I don't understand what Uncle John wanted to happen. What Dean was even thinking. If he didn't want Sam to leave--get sent away, why didn't he do anything? I mean, if my dad was going to send my baby sister away, I'm going to run away with her. That will make my dad worry his ass to hell!"

"Yeah, running away is the answer to everything with you, isn't it?"

"Mac, is it really because he doesn't have time to take care of his kids or is there another agenda behind it? Why Uncle John sent Sam away?"

"Dude, where have you been?" Mac scoffs at him. "It's all about the blame game, Williams! The kid got the short end of the stick, that's all there is to it. No matter how Dean loved Sam--his dad still has the say in it. Just like normal."

"You're f***in' kidding me, right?" Todd had to ask incredulously. ?"

"Todd, where do you even learn to talk like this--with the cussing and what not?"

"TV."

"I figured as much."

"Mac, are you telling me Uncle John blames baby Sam for what happened to Aunt Mary? The crash and shit?"

Marc lester had to grab Todd's arm to make the boy lower his voice since the guys actually stopped playing for a second to look their way.

"Hush, Williams, jerk face!" Marc growls. "I never figured you for a big mouth til now!"

"Mac, am I the only one who thinks this is crazy? Baby Sam didn't ask for his mom to crash her car to save his life! Aunt Mary did it by choice. It was her job to watch out for her son! Dean told us himself what happened--millions of times!"

"Todd, please...don't do this now..."

They saw Dean do the time out as he walks over to the bleachers to grab a drink. Todd and Marc stopped talking. The minute Dean got close enough though, Todd gets up and walks away. Upset.

"What's his problem?" Dean finds himself sitting a step below marc on the bleachers.

"Girls."

Dean smirks.

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"Sam is sleeping in Darby's room tonight, sweetie." Jorgine tells Kel. The boy is sitting on the sink counter and was taste tester to his mom's baking.

"Mommy, why can't Sam sleep in my room? You let him sleep in Tony's room for two days--and in Darby's the last time. It's my turn to keep Sam, mommy!"

"Sweetie, Sam is still a baby. He needs a lot of care---"

"I am going to take care of him, mommy. Pinky promise!"

"Kel, dear...Sam wakes up in the middle of the night to look for Dean, he won't go back to sleep in a couple of hours or so. Do you think you can handle that?" she stroked the kid's hair from his face gently.

"Mommy, I will take care of Sam the same way you took care of me."

"If he keeps you awake you'll only have yourself to blame, honey."

"Yes, mommy."

The kitchen door slowly swings open and at first glance one would think that it was the wind. But it was actually the 4-year old coming in the kitchen he was just being obstructed from view by the counter top. Kel and Jorgine knew it was Sam though.

"Hi, sweetheart!" Jorgine greeted as she picks the kid up after Sam raised his arms towards her. She set him up on the counter top beside Kel. The minute Sam's butt landed there, he immediately goes about to latching his plump arms around Kel's arm.

"Sammy hungry!" he declares happily, both dimples showing on his cheeks. "Sammy hungry, Aunt Jowgy! Tummy grrrowwlll..."

No sooner had Sammy said it when they hear Sammy's tummy actually growl. It took them more or less several minutes before the three of them stopped laughing. Sammy was cupping both hands over his mouth too and was vibrating like crazy with his chuckles.

"Sammy tummy growwwl, Aunt Jowgy!"

Kel can't help but find that really adorable he just grabs the kid in a big hug.

Chapter Four:

Sammy, after hearing a familiar engine roar coming fromm outside the window, he quickly jumps up from the bed, waking his bed buddy up instantly. Kel, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles amusingly watched the 4-year old plump, pink flesh head for the door and out. Kel chuckles right before he goes back to sleep.

The clock read out is 6:30 AM.

When he got downstairs, he immediately dashes towards the figure at the doorway, talking to his Uncle Aaron. He was a direct hit on the figure's back of the leg. Latching on in an instant is what he did.

"Daadddddy!" his cheerful squeal that usually made everybody's day filled the kitchen as he happily looks up with his bright brown pair at his father's face while hugging around the man's one leg. His smile was as bright and warm but the response was neither that or pleasant.

Outside, Jorgine is trying to calm a crying kid down while she nursed his scrape on the knee. Sitting on the front step of the porch, Jorgine cannot help but replay the scene over and over in her head. It was horrible. John just thoughtless shook the kid off his leg, making the kid fling to the floor and bang his knee against edge of the kitchen table, scraping it.

"It's going to be okay, Sam..." she whispers to his ear.

Looking up with tears still in process of streaming down his reddened cheeks, "Aunt Jowgy, Sammy going home with daddy now?"

She strokes his hair lovingly before she shook her head.

"The next tomorrow?" Sam asks again in between sobs.

"Oh Sam..." she pulls him in a hug.

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For the next three days that John started to come for his visits, Sam was always nearby, expecting to get noticed, but JW just passes him by on all occassions. That doesn't stop the kid from expecting though. He never fails to stay near enough his dad, but not too near to risk another scrape.

Jorgine could see all this and she could just cry herself to sleep at night while tucking Sam in either her daughter's room or in either of her boys'.

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Three months later.

Tony just came barging in from the den to the kitchen where Sam was coloring his picture book on the floor. There were no words spoken, he just grabs the kid by the arm and dragged him to the den. Sam was literally flung about with the way Tony was pulling and tugging. Tony's fingers were piercing into the kid's chubby skin and it was hurting but Sam was too startled all he got out was a whimper. Then came the grab on the face.

It was JW drunk and mad all over again.

"What did I tell you about going through my stuff, brat? HUH? I TOLD YOU TO NOT, DIDN'T I?" he shook the boy."ARE YOU STUPID IN THE HEAD, YOU f***IN' ASSWIPE?"

Sam stood there with a blank expression on his face as he was looking up at Tony's angry face. He had never seen Tony mad before. So seeing him being THAT mad from out of nowhere was something very unreal to the kid.

He tried pulling away but Tony just squeezed harder, Sam started to cry.

"Sammy...sorry..."

"Damn it, Sam! I spent a f***in' week making this book report and you just go and mess it up just like you messed-up everything else!" The boy manages to swipe a magazine and rolls it up, "This will teach you to touch my stuff again!" he whacks the rolled-up magazine on the crying four year old's back side for who knows how many times.

"Get out of my face!" Tony screams at the boy after he let him go.

The kid is flat on his butt on the floor after Tony shoved him earlier when he let him go. Sam scrambles to get up clumsily due to his weight. After which when he did, before he runs off,

"I sorry..."

"GIT!" Tony yells.

"I sorry Tony..." he says again as he runs off.

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Sam is sitting on the front porch step hugging his knees. His eyes were looking at the ants on the walkway. He hasn't stopped crying yet, his arm hurt, and right now a big bluish welt had formed there. His back side hurt too. But he knew better than crying out loud about it. The last time he did that, he recalled back home, his dad spanked him. So he sat there crying quietly.

"I want Deanie..." whispering over and over as he rocked back and forth in his seat. "Please come get Sammy now, Deanie..."

*Growls* TONY!
Poor Sammy :(, he needs Deanie :(

Chapter Five:

"You're leaving me too?" Dean is sitting on Eloise's bed beside his big brother. His eyes were sad. His green pair hasn't been happy since that day he watched his baby brother leave.

"Dad thinks boarding school is best for me, squirt. Don't worry! You're staying with the coolest granny's on the planet!" he ruffles Dean's hair affectionately. "You're gon'na love them! You're gon'na love it there too! Besides, it's just three blocks from here, Dean. Dandelions?"

"Dad's selling the house, isn't he?"

"I don't know, Dean."

"Ted, I'm gon'na be alone now."

"With Sam in the Valley and us getting divorced too, me and you? We're ALL alone, Dean."

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Sam is at the front porch, sitting on the bottom step. He was nursing his right hand. The palm is all red and throbbing. He looks up at the bunch of kids playing street hockey right in front of their house. Tony was one of them. The four-year old's cheeks were stained with tears. He has been crying silently right there for almost an hour already. But he can't leave. He is not allowed to. Tony is babysitting him. Aunt Jorgine is at work and so is Aaron. Darby and Kel are both out as well, so that leaves him with Tony to watch over him.

He made a mistake picking the puck up when it rolled near his feet earlier as he was sitting by the sidewalk watching the game. that's when his small, pudgy four-year old hand got swatted by Tony's hockey stick.

It wasn't hours later when Tony and his friends finished the game. But since he was too caught up with his team winning, he forgot all about the kid who was sitting at the porch in blinc obedience to his order of not getting up from there not until he said so. After celebrating with his friends, four hours later, Tony came home and found the kid sleeping, sitting down at the porch step where he left him earlier. The kid's face is slumped to his chest with the rest of his body leaning against the railing post for leverage.

Tony felt bad for a quick second but then he brushes the feeling right off as he nudges the kid awake with a light kick on the foot.

"Get inside the house!"

Sam looks up with a big warm smile as he was getting up.

"Did you win, couthin Tony?"

"Like you would know the difference, stupid!" he shoves the kid ahead of him into the house.

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Jorgine just came in the kitchen and saw Sam sitting on the floor with his coloring book. The boy was too busy doing his masterpiece that his face was all too serious. Even chewing on his lower lip with every stroke. It was a normal scene she walks in on everyday when she comes home from work, when she just noticed something.

Sam was using his left hand.

He's right-handed.

"Baby," she crouched on the floor in front of the boy. "...Sam?"

The kid looks up and beams her a big warm smile as he holds up the book.

"Deanie, Aunt Jowgy!"

She takes the book to look at the drawing in there. Sam actually drew a stick figure beside the smaller boy in the coloring book. Then he scribbled some curves and circles on the edge of the page just above the drawing. He was going for Dean right there as Jorgine figured.

"That's really nice, Sam!" she touched her on the face gently."Baby?"

"Sammy not a baby, Aunt Jowgy! Sammy this many!" he holds up one hand to show how old he was. He was holding up all five fingers--and the injury.

"Oh my god, Sam!" she gasps, which was a bad idea. Sam thought she was upset at him too. The kid pulls his hand to his tummy and just curled up in front of her, frozen.

"I sorry..."

"Sweetie, no no...sweetie.." she pulls him towards her, "I'm not mad...baby. I'm not mad at you...look at aunt Jorgy, sweetheart..." she is trying to make Sam look up at her face. "Sam, what happened to your hand?"

"He closed the door on it, mom. Told him not to go out of the house, but he wouldn't listen to me!" Tony was standing at the kitchen doorway, eating an apple. "That's just a little booboo, mom. He'll live!"

Right before Tony left the kitchen, he manages to give Sam the glare that said a bunch of threats without the words.

Chapter Six:

Sam is behind the counter doing something of extreme importance to him. In fact for the kid there was nothing as important for him to be doing. He was writing a letter to Dean. The four year old wasn't exactly writng a letter, it was a picture message. He was drawing Dean a message. Jorgine is baking cookies in there as she was watching the kid since it's a Saturday. She has the weekend off and she can't be more than happy to watch the bundle of pure joy that is Sam.

"How is the letter coming along, Sam?"

The kid looks up and gives her a toothy smile.

"It is not done yet, Aunt Jowgy."

"Can I see it anyways?"

"Okay!" came the excited response as he slides the piece of paper across the counter top towards Jorgine.

"Baby, it's beautiful! I am sure Dean would love this!" she mused, it wasn't exactly anything , it was just a bunch of swirls on the paper but Sam used all the colors in his set making it look at least colorful. "Do you want me to send it to Dean today?"

"Yes, please?"

The look on the kid's face was more than enough to break Jorgine's heart. Sam looked expectant and all too cheerful. It's the kid's 20th 'picture letter' he sent to Dean but there just wasn't any response at all. Sam begun sending the letters to his Deanie a week after he lived in the Valley and he hasn't failed a day since then. He is religious to it, like it would be a great sin should he miss one day with the letters.

Since it's for his Deanie, he would do anything, even coloring the pictures and drawings with a swollen hand.

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Amaliah is fixing her grandson's wound on the cheek. And the blood on the boy's shirt suggests that the nose bleed earlier was bad. Brandon is sitting on the counter top across Dean who is perched on the sink counter.

"Dean, I cannot believe you went into another fight! It's been every other day with this, sweetie? What are you doing, young man? And you're what--8 now?" she is upset and concerned.

"They started it." Dean reasons.

"Uh-yeah, grams. They started it." echoes Brandon Macallister after Dean gives him a glare.

"Brandon, I will not have you lie for him. What happened---really happened, Dean?" the look on her face is scary to the Macallister biy but to Dean, it was not at all. He's just developed it somehow in the course of 20+ days, his being fearless, of anything or anybody at all.

"I already told you, grams. Why can't you just go with that? I wasn't lying and Brandon was not either. Those kids were just assholes--"

"Dean Winchester!" she gasps, Brandon flinched as he covers his ears with his hands.

"What?"

"Where did you learn that word from, young man?"

"Grams, I'm 8...I learn them on my own!"

"Alright, that's it! I'm washing your mouth with soap!" Amaliah angrily declares.

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Two hours later, Dean is still moping in his room. The soap after taste was not even enough to make him apologize to Amaliah. He was holding on to his anger--and hatred over something he couldn't explain. He is on his tummy, sprawled across his bed, flicking the clicker on--aimlessly.

He rolls on his back later on and stares at the ceiling. His eyes caught the impressions there and it just made his heart ache. It was made the tennis ball he use to throw against the ceiling when he hung out with Sammy whenever it rains and they can't go out and play at the park. He felt tears trickle down his face but he quickly wipes it away.

"Sammy...you can't throw it up weak--it will fall right back on your face, silly!"

"Let me try, Deanie!"

"Okay, but if you get a black eye and you told mom I gave it to you I'm going to really hit you, okay?"

Sam turned to him with his puppy pout.

Dean opens his arm for Sam to crawl into since they are both lying on their backs on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

"I wasn't going to hit you, I was kidding, Sammy." he kisses the kid on the cheek.

Dean could still feel the hug around his waist Sam gave him and it made him miss the kid really bad.

"f***!" he just said out loud as he sat up, only to be met by grams frowning face in the doorway. "Awww Grams," he whines, "---have you ever heard of knocking?"

Chapter Seven:

The littlest Winchester is sitting in front of the house on the grassy lawn. Beside him is his box of treats---dingdongs. His Aunt Jorgine got it for him yesterday when she dropped in the store right before coming home from work. She deliberately got the kid the organic ones too. In the attempt of cutting the kid's sugar intake, the kid HAS a sweet tooth. With the organic dingdongs, it is healthier according to her. The boxed treat wasn't as inviting but anything given to him--the kid accepts heartily.

Sam is hugging his knees with one arm as the free hand fed him.

It was 2 o'clock on a Saturday. Kel is out with his little buddies, so was Darby Ann. Tony is at the garage with their dad, fixing the car, while Aunt Jorgine is cleaning the house. She left Sam out there for awhile since the dust bunnies might give the kid allergies. Jorgine isn't worried at all of the kid crossing the street or what-not. She very well knows she'd find Sam at the very same spot she left him. An earthquake won't be able to move him.

Peeping out the window, Jorgine allowed a smile to escape her lips. Sam is still there, counting the cars that are passing by--which isn't a lot. One car every 30 minutes.

"Five..." Sam muffles softly to himself, out loud. He had counted 5 cars in the last couple of hours. At four, the kid already knows how to count to fifty and say his ABC's back and forth. At school, Jorgine proudly beamed after the teacher told her the good news.

"He is an exceptional child, Mrs. Winchester. You must be real proud of your son?"

She recalls the teacher asking her that question. Jorgine just smiled.

'Mary no doubt is.' she tells herself in her head. 'As am I."

The sun just peeped from one of the branches and hit the kid dab on the face. Sam lifted his pudgy hand up to cover his eyes, squinting, he looks up at the tree and then turns his head towards the house. He wanted to get out of the sun's way but his Aunt expected him to stay where he is. He didn't want her to be mad, so he stayed put. He just stooped his head so the sunhits his bangs instead.

Several minutes later, a kid's voice greeted little Sammy. It came from the street in front of him. When Sam looked up, he saw a kd that was about his cousin Kel's age. He was on a bike. And he was smiling at the Littlest Winchester.

"Hi!"

Sammy's face breaks into a warm smile.

"Hi!" came the response.

"You're Sam, right?"

The kid nods furiously, the smile never leaving his face. Neither did the dingdongs left his hand.

"You're a really cute kid, you know that?"

"Yes!" Sam excitedly declares.

The kid on the bike laughs to the innocence in that response. He started to get off his bike and before long he is seated beside Sam on the grassy ground.

"So what are you doing out here by yourself? I mean, you shouldn't be out here by yourself, Sam. Somebody might come and just you know---nab you."

"Aunt Jowgy told Sammy..Sammy to stay."

"Oh..." The older kid nodded, "I can see that you are as much a dingdong freak as I am!" he eyes the box of treats that right now is sitting on the kid's lap. "I love Dingdongs too, Sam!"

"Sammy love dingdongs! My mommy love dingdongs!"

"Your mom? Is Jorgine your mom?"

"Noooooo, Sammy real mommmy..." the kid corrected the older boy right before scarfing a digdong bit. He offers one to the boy who took one from the box.

"Thanks. So, Jorgine is your aunt?"

Sam nodded.

"She's real nice, you know? Jorgine. I mean, I use to see her when she comes to my school. The school where I use to go to with one of her kids, Tony. I'm John's cousin. He has a little sister that's your age. I bet should you meet you'll hit it off. She's a little pudgy too, like you. You know we should schedule a play date--I mean, it won't be actually a date...it's more like a play date. Actually, Sam...it was cousin John who told me about you. That's why I came over to see for myself---he told me the cutest kid lived in this house. And, he's right!" the boy snickers, "They live 10 blocks down that--a way..." juts his chin down the street as he tosses Sam a glance. He smirks when he finds out that the kid wasn't even listening to him. Sam was too busy eating. And the kid's face is a mess. The new comer doesn't seem to mind this at all, in fact he was amused beyond words. He musingly reaches in to wipe the crumbs off the littlest Winchester's face.

"By the way, my name's Sean!"

"Seany!" Sam breathes out, as he beams the boy a big warm smile. The kid didn't hear any of the things the older boy was saying earlier, but at the mention of the name, only then did it register to the kid. He even came up with the instant moniker which was unknowingly going to be the start of a wondeful friendship between two boys.

"Seany?" Sean mimics, "That sounds catchy!" he tells himself before he turns to Sam, "Hey Sam...want to learn to ride a bike?"

sammy learning to ride a bike? :huh: this could be fun! lol
great story i love it....keep up the great work
:D

Warning: Contains issues that are not really for everybody. Delicate matters are contained in this chapater which has to do with Sam's past in this fic. SHould you not be a fan of any form of abuse, don't read.

Rated:T

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Chapter Eight:

Sam is looking up at the wall where a calendar was. He is in the kitchen with his Aunt Jorgine making them breakfast. The lady can't help but notice the boy since he has been in that position for the longest time which is 15 minutes. He seems like he was reading something off the wall but since he is still in his age of 4 going on five, Jorgine doesn't think he could read yet. That's when Sammy proved her wrong.

"Aunt Jowgy, Sammy's birthday is tomowow..." the boy starts walking towards the high chair that she had custom-made for the chubby little man. Without even asking to be lifted, Jorgine picks the kid up and mounts him on the seat.

"Sweetheart how did you know it was your birthday though?" she asks amazed while placing the kid's cereal on the counter top in front of the boy and pouring in strawberry milk since Sam is lactose intolerant. "Did you read it on the calendar?"

"Yes!"

"Baby, do you really know how to read?" Jorgine sits beside Sam and with a beaming face she looks the kid in the eyes."Sam, do you know how to read?"

"Deanie learned Sammy how to read aunt Jowgy! Deanie smart!"

"Oh, Sammy...really? You can actually read? I mean, I know about the ABC's but stringing letters into full words? That is...how did--oh I got to see this..."she excitedly tells herself as she picks up a cookbook from the drawers and places it beside the ceral bowl in front of the kid. "Here, sweetie..." she points to the cover. "...can you read this, baby?"

Sam looks up at her face, one hand holding the spoon. A few seconds later, the boy follows her finger with his eyes as she pointed once again onto the name of the magazine.

"Cooking---" Sam scrunches up his brows as he tried reading the next word, "----with--- Mandy..."

"Oh my god! Baby, you're a genuis!" Jorgine gets up and launches a hug at the boy who busts out giggling under it for unknown reasons.

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Jorgine and Aaron left early for work. The kids have a day off from school. Tony is in the den watching television. Darby Ann is in the kitchen talking on the phone. Kel is upstairs in his room. Has been there for hours since they all woke up. Little Sammy is in his room too, writing his most probably thousandth letter to his Deanie. Sprawled on the carpeted floor, on his tummy.

He's graduated from drawings this time. His piece of paper got letters now. He's learning to write. It had amazed Jorgine to no end how Sammy had learned to read first before he learned to write--leave it to Dean to do that.

The door just creaked open making Sam turn his head and look over his shoulder. The second he saw Kel standing there, the kid smiled. His cousins barely come see him in his room. It's always just everywhere else but. And despite them hurting the kid every chance they get, Sam never seem to recall any of it to hold fear or resentment towards them. Everytime he sees them, he smiles. Like nothing was even wrong--like nothing happened. Sammy has a good heart.

"Kel!" Sam excited sat up.

"Do you want to play, Sam? With cousin Kel?" came the introduction from the boy as he walked in the room and crouched in front of the kid. He reaches in and cradles the kid's face in one hand and stroked the cheek with his thumb.

"What aw we gon'na play?" Sam asks as he takes Kel's hand and they are walking towards the door.

The older boy doesn't even look at the kid walking beside him down the hall, even managing to swing both their hands along the way as they walked. All the innocence is there.

"It's a game we're gon'na play for a long long time, Sam."

The door closed behind them.

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Tony came up to his room an hour later. As he was lying down on his bed since he actually felt sleepy doing basically nothing around the house, that's when he heard soft whimpers coming from his brother Kel's room. The sound was familiar. He normally hears it from one source and one source only.

Lazily trudging to his brother's room to tell him to be careful in hurting the kid where it will be visible, Tony was pushing the door open in no time. His eyes almost bulged out of their socket at what he came in to find.

"Oh my god!"

It was horrifying even to him. He quickly closed the door behind him as he got in the room.

"WHAT THE HELL, KEL?" Tony walks towards his baby cousin at the corner of the room, half-naked from the waist down. The kid has blood running down to his feet. "Oh my god!"

Kel is coming in and out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. It would seem like he just took a shower.

"What?" he asks Tony innocently. "I'm done with the bathroom, Sam. Go wash. Now!" he tells the kid. "GO, SAM!"

The kid picks up his jammy bottom from the floor and slowly walks towards the bathroom. Tony watched the kid close the door behind him. Before Sam did that though, their eyes met. Sam has an emotion in there that wanted to come out--questions that he wanted to ask. It was summarized in his tears.

The door closed.

Tony grabs Kel by the arm and shook him.

"What did you do? WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO, KEL?"

"We just played a game, Tony."

"Don't tell me you did what I think you did to him, kid?"

"But I did." Kel smirked.

Tony just shoved his brother on the chest real hard it made the younger boy fall flat on his back to the floor. He next came in the bathroom. The minute the door opened, Sam actually cowered to a corner hugging himself.

"Cousin Tony I don't want to play anymow..."

"Sam, we're not going to play. I'm just going to clean--wash..." he gritted his teeth, "--DAMN IT, KEL! Come on, Sam?" It took him minutes before he carefully dragged the littlest Winchester out of Kel's room to his.

An hour later, Sam is lying across Tony's bed, curled up to his side like a ball. Tony is sitting on the stool alongside it. They have been looking at each other quietly for the same length of time Tony finished cleaning Sam up.

"Are you okay?" Tony asks.

"Sammy hurt cousin Tony..." the boy softly muffles, "...Sammy hurt...Sammy no want to play anymow..." he looked in real pain too and it showed in the lonely tear drop that trickled down his cheek. Tony reached in and wipes it away. As he was retracting his hand, Sam caught it and held on. The afternoon finds Tony Winchester holding on to the kid's hand until little Sammy fell asleep.

'god damn it, Kel! I can’t believe what you just did, you sick bastard!' the 12-year old cusses in his head.

Oh no baby....
Oh god i don't think I can handel it :(, but I am determined to read cause its well good :P
KEL!!It's Sammy's birthday tommorow aswell! :rant
More please xo

Chapter Nine:

"One--Two--Three---ready or not, here I come!" calls out a squeaky kid's voice.

"Awww! I'm not ready yet, Mattie!"

"Sam..." the other kid started as he walks around the side of the house, following Sam's voice coming from there."...it takes you twice as long to hide now!" he whines. As he got closer to where the littlest Winchester was, it reveals that Sam wasn't even alone. The Winchester boy flashes the new boy a big smile and hands him something in a wrapped box. "What's this?"

"It's for you! For your birthday, Mattie!" came the little girl Sam was with.

Matthew Parker is little Sammy's best friend. They met when Sam was turning 6 and that was two years ago. And Allison too. She is Sam's little girl friend. A girl who is a friend of his.

"My birthday isn't til tomorrow, guys?" Mattie reasons but takes the gift anyways, "What is it?" there was a big smile on his face as he sits down on the porch steps the second they got to the front of the house."Sam, this isn't a can of worms again, is it?" he looks up at Sam with a big frown.

Sam chuckles and shakes his head.

"Nooooo...open it!" he prods.

Allison took a seat beside Mattie while Sam sat on the other side.

"SO you like it? Sean helped me pick it yesterday!" Sam proudly takes the cap inside the box and puts it on his best friend's head.

"I love it! Thanks, Sam!"

"You're welcome!" came the warm response from Sam. Just then Mattie darts at him with a hug. Normally it would be reciprocated but this time, there was only a whimper--from Sam. Mattie pulls away, Allie gets up and finds a seat beside Sam.

"What's wrong?" she worried asks.

"I'm fine..." Sam's voice trailed.

"No, you're not." Mattie muffles, "Did Tony hurt you again?"

Sam's eyes were on the steps in front of them.

"No..."

"Sam, you have to tell Aunt Jorgy about this." Allison tells him.

“I can’t…”

“Why not? Your cousins have been hurting for a long long time now, Sam. Aunt Jorgy should know about this. If you don’t want to tell them—I will.”

“Mattie is good in telling on people, Sam.” she pats him on the knee.

“I am.” Mattie is looking at Sam’s face. The Winchester boy though has made every effort to look away.

“I can’t…”

“Sam…” Mattie started but Sam cuts him in.

“If I tell on them, they will just hurt me more. And I don’t think I can take any more of what I already get from them, Mattie.”

The Parker kid carefully pulls Sam’s shirt from his back. Both he and Allison gasped. Sam’s back is red and raw with bruises.

“I’m telling John about this, Sam.” she offers, “Or Sean.”

“You can’t!” Sam gets up from the steps and has just started walking towards the street. “I have to go now…Aunt Jorgy will be worried.”

“Sam, she is pickin’ you up from here, remember?” Allison pulls him by the wrist to make him stop walking. Mattie is beside her. “She told you to wait here.”

“I don’t want to talk about this…”

“Okay, we’re not going to.” She quietly tells the Winchester kid. “Come on, let’s have some cookies.” She carefully tugs on him back towards her house. Just as they were about to come in the door, it opens and Sean’s face pops out.

“Sam is coming with me!” he pries his cousin’s hand from the kid’s wrist and both as walking down the steps in no time.

“Wait! Where are you taking him?” Mattie calls out.

“Want to come, Matt?” Sean asks.

“YES!” the kid jumps up and is before long alongside Sam. Allison’s face scrunches up.

“I wan’na come too, Sean!”

“Not for little girls, Ally! Sorry! It’s a basketball try-out! I need Sam there—he’s my good luck charm, right, Sammy?” he gets his hand up for a high five from Sam. The kid takes it.

“What about Mattie?” Sam asks Sean. “He’s a good luck charm too, Seany!”

“Of course he is, Sam!” he shuffles Sam’s hair.

“Seany, I want to go?” Allison whines. “Or I’m telling John!”

“Go right ahead, princess! John told me not to take you—you have dentist appointment today!”

“Bye-bye, Ally!” Sam waves.

As they were walking to Sean’s school which is just a few blocks from the Terrano’s, as they were turning a corner, Sam literally froze when they bump into Tony and two of his friends.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Terrano and his little side kicks!” came the intro from one of Tony’s friends. Tony met Sean’s eyes. It has been two years since they had the unfortunate incidence of meeting for the first time.

Sean was taking Sam’s homework for the kid since he was home sick that time.The Terrano boy was looking around the house for Sam when he chances upon Tony beating the crap out of the 6-year old. That did not bode well with Sean at all. He only beat the crap out of Tony Winchester for what he did to Sam. And right now, it’s the first time they met after two years.

“And if it isn’t Drake Remorray and his clowns?” Sean mocked; he takes both younger boys with arms around their backs as he tries walking around the bigger kids. “Let’s go, guys!”

Sam’s eyes were on Tony. He was paler than normal. So was Matthew Parker.

“Leaving so soon, little fairies?” 12 year old Stuart, the other kid with Tony stands in the way as he shoves Sean by the chest making the Terrano boy step back taking both Sam and Matt with him.

“Bullying kids twice smaller than you sure makes your day, doesn’t it?” Sean tells him off, “I mean, is it the highlight of your unusual existence, big guy?”

“Beating the crap out of cocky mouths like you is, Terrano!” Drake cuts in.

“You think you can beat me up?” Sean scoffs, “There’s the joke of the century, right there!”

Stuart shoves Sean again. Tony throughout all this is just expectating.

“Seany…” Sam tugs on his friend’s sleeves.

Sean turns to Sam, smiles and winks.

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Sean's school, after the try-out.

Sean is jogging up to Sam and Matt who are both waiting up for him at the end of the outside court. The older boy has both hands up in the air for high fives. He was sporting a black eye, but that was all they were able to land on him. The bigger kids got more from him.

“Was I good?” he blurts out.

“You were really good, Seany! Really really good!” Sam says proudly, “Just like my Deanie!” he whispers just as proudly. The kid may have only said it that softly, but still Sean heard him. He could not help but feel resentment towards his little friend’s big brother, who would always be the kid’s hero. He was nowhere.

Chapter Ten:

Sam is at the mall food court, hanging out with Sean. At the moment the older boy is a few feet away getting them their food from one of the stalls lining up the place. The littlest Winchester is looking around while munching on the dingdong he had somehow stashed under his jacket. He was hungry--had been hungry for over an hour already since he and Sean started hanging out but he was afraid of offending the older boy should he start to complain or just say anything about it. So he didn't say a word, instead he snacked on the pack his aunt snaked for him earlier before they left the house.

Sean caught the kid eating something all the way from where he was. He just had to smirk when the kid quickly swallows the whole thing up when he saw him looking. As he was sitting down across the table from Sam and putting the food tray in front of them with the kid's food in it and his, he noticed that Sam' wouldn't even look up at him--at all.

"Hey kiddo, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Sean." came the apology.

"What did you do?"

Sam took awhile before he even did anything. He reaches into his jacket and slowly puts the box in front of Sean on the table.

"What's the apology for, Sam? Was it for eating this without telling me?"

Sam nods.

"Kid, forget about it, alright? there's nothing to apologize for anyways! You brought food? That's smart, Sammy! I mean, I wouldn't have thought of snagging one with me but you did! And that makes you a genius, you hear me?" Sean reaches across the table and shuffles the kid's hair affectionately.

"You're not mad?"

"No, Sam. Why should I be?"

"I don't know..." the kid says quietly. That made Sean sigh. The kid still haven't lifted his gaze from the table.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Are they hurting you again?"

Sam meets Sean's eyes as he started to pick his mood up.

"You got me a happy meal?" he started as he picks up a fry and ate it.

Sam always did that when he feels uncomfortable about the topic at hand. Especially when it had anything to do with his cousins and their Uncle Aaron. The older boy wanted so much to get the kid to talk to him openly about stuff, but Sam just keeps shutting him out when it comes to stuff at home.

"Of course I got you a happy meal!" Sean offers the kid a warm smile. "Now eat up, alright? And hey, Sam?"

The kid looks up from taking a bite on another fry.

"Yeah?"

"Can I have some?" Sean reaches in the box of dingdongs sitting on the top of the table.

Sam reaches into the box himself, unwraps one treat and hands it to Sean--with a big warm smile on his dimpled face.

"Thanks, kiddo!"

"You're welcome, Deanie!"

Sean's brows arched after he heard a different name but when he looks up at Sam, the kid didn't even know he said a different name.

'Poor kid, thinkin' about his brother way too much and this Dean doesn't even give a crap!' Sean angrily snorted in his head. 'Damn it!'

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Brandon and Mac are sitting on the porch steps while catching a breather. Todd, Rob, Henry and Dean are playing a game in the driveway. It's Dean's team versus Todd's. Dean is Henry and Rob is with the William's boy. And Dean's team is leading---23-27.

"I saw him with Maureen again yesterday!" Brandon turns to Mac. "I swear to you man, that bitch is good! Dean started out wanting to choke her months ago and just after a couple of days---she's got him all drooling on her..."

"You think she's a witch or something?" Marc asks.

"Well, if she is---she is a hot one!"

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A 12-year old boy is seen leaning against a tree a few feet away from the Winchesters house in Rodeo Drive, Lincoln Valley. He has been watching the front door for half the day already but still he isn't about to leave any time soon. The door opens and out comes Kel, with one of his friends. They are on their way to a game two blocks from home.

On the way to the walk, 12-year old Winchester passes by his 8 year old cousin Sam who is trying his luck in fixing his bike at the front lawn. The second he got behind the kid, Kel just slaps the kid on the back of the head from out of nowhere, making Sam cringe and grab his head for a good few seconds as he watched Kel walk down the street laughing loudly with his friend.

Sam was going back to fixing his bike when he noticed the figure by the tree. It was the kid. Their eyes met for a good few seconds before the kid eventually followed after Kel. Sam froze breathless. He was looking into Kel's face.

That's when Sean pulls over in his bike, shattering the younger boy's thoughts altogether.

"Hi, Seany!"

"Hey, you actually got my name right this time!" Sean blurts out as he sat beside Sam on the grass, swiping the wrench from the kid's hand. "Here--I got this!"

Sean...I loved sean :) not as much as Dean of caurse!
Looking forward to more :) xo

Chapter Eleven:

Sam is sitting on the front porch as he was waiting for Mattie to come over and pick him up. It was a Saturday morning and they talked about going to the Teranno's together for Ally's birthday. As he sat there, Darby Ann comes out of the front door when a bell from a bike rang just across the street from their house.

Darby Ann sees the kid about her age on his bike, she apparently was waiting for him. He waves at her as he turns his cap around. The kid even nods at Sam after nodding at Darby.

"Mom, Jt is here!" she calls out inside the house to her mom. Jorgine answers back incoherently and before long Darby is seen scampering down the steps and picking up her bike along the way as she started towards the kid on the bike.

"Who's the kid?" Sam hears the boy ask his cousin as they were biking away.

"Next door neighbor's...I don't know!" she softly laughs, she even manages to toss Sam a look over her shoulder before they eventually drove off.

Sam watched them leave, his heart aching. The boy's bike looked familiar enough to the littlest Winchester. It was like his Deanie's.

'Deanie...'

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He is seen by a pay phone, it was a weekend. He was contemplating on dialing the number for several minutes before he finally found the courage to act upon it. He dials the number--there was ringing.

"Hello..."

"Grama..."

"Sam?"

"Hi, grama..."

"Oh sweetie...how are you?"

"I'm fine, grama...how are you? Are you well? I hope you are..."

"I am well, sweetie..I am. How about you?" Amaliah Whitfield was ecstatic. She haven't heard from her grandson since the last time Jorgine called and he was given the chance to talk too for a little while. The kid wanted to talk to Dean then, but the middle brother just didn't want to. That was 3 years ago.

"I am glad to hear your voice, grama..."

That broke her heart right there. She could not help but feel tears stream almost immediately down her face.

"I am glad to hear from you, Sam."

That's when the back door opens and Amaliah turns around. Dean was standing there and he heard her mention the name apparently.

"Grama, Is Deanie home?"

Amaliah is watching his older grandson moving around the kitchen.

"Yes, he is."

"Grama, it's his birthday today. I wanted to tell him happy birthday. I already sent him a card two days ago, I hope he gets it. Do you think I can talk to Deanie, grama? Is he home?" Sam is slid to the floor of the phone booth as he was toying with the phone cord, "I really miss him. I really wish to hear his voice grama..."

Amaliah wanted to cry out loud after hearing that. But looking at how Dean was giving her the glare for still having the conversation going says heaps about how he feels about the boy---so Amaliah just had to turn down the littlest Winchester's request yet again. It's been every year too.

"Sweetheart, you see, you just missed him. He went out with his friends just a second ago. But I bet if he had known you were gon'na call that he'd have stayed."

She lied. Dean groans, got up and stormed out the door, slamming it after him.

"Really?"

"Oh sweetie, really. Your brother misses you too."

"Grama, I wish I can go visit sometime...I wish daddy will let me. Do you think if I asked him he'll say yes this time, grama? I didn't ask him last year---maybe if I asked him again he'll say yes. Do you think I can come visit sometime?"

"Sam, I don't think you should bother your father right now. He has too much work in his hands, you know how he is."

"Okay, grama."

The door just opened again and in comes Brandon and Henry.

"Hi, grams! Dean told us to tell you that he's staying at Todd's for dinner, is it okay?" Henry asks Amaliah as he was muching on a cookie from the plate sitting on the counter top in front of him. "He's outside waiting for us."

Sam sits up from the floor after hearing his Deanie's name mentioned.

"Grama, Deanie is back! Can I talk to him now?" he asks excitedly.

Amaliah, with a bleeding heart didn't know what else to do---he didn't want to lie to the kid. The best thing she could think of doing was cutting the call on Sam. The kid tried calling again but the phone was busy. Dean came back in and was talking to Maureen. Sam picks himself up from the floor after he tried several times and still got the busy tone for a couple of hours. He walks home with a heavy heart.

As he was walking up the stairs to his room, when he looked up---at the top of the stairs was his cousin Darby. She had a big grin on her face that says a lot of things.

"We're gon'na play a game again, Sam! You, me--and Kel! Come on?"

Sam takes a step back.

"I-I don't want to...to play...Annie..."

Sam takes another step back only to find himself backing up on Kel who unknown to Sam had been downstairs all along.

"It's not your call, little bitch...it's mine, you hear?" he whispers tauntingly to Sam's ear as he had him by the arm. "Let's go!"

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The kid is lying on his bed, curled up to his side in his dark-lit room. It was close to midnight but still he couldn't sleep. His body was in pain. And so is his heart. He lies awake looking out the window at the light coming in from the moon. A good few minutes later his hand slips under his pillow. And as he retracts it, it wsn't empty. There was a picture in it.

It was a family picture of them before Mary died and the twins were still two.

Sammy's eyes rested on the one sitting on the floor next to him. His Deanie.

'Happy birthday, Deanie...I really miss you...'

The kid falls asleep hugging the photo next to his aching chest. Oblivious to the blood that had started to trickle down his nose.

Chapter Twelve:

Sam is all smiles as he was walking up to Mattie who is perched on the top step of the Parkers' front porch. He finds a seat beside hi best friend and places an arm around the other boy's back. Mattie cranes his neck to look him in the eyes. He has a confused look on his face at the look that his best friend if wearing at the moment, aside from the welts on his cheek and jaw that is.

"Alright, what did you do?" Mattie started, "Did you finally kiss Ally, Sam? Or did she finally kiss you--she has been wanting to do that since forever you know?"

Sam chuckles.

"Noooo. And I don't want to kiss Ally...ewww.."

"Why not?" Mattie growls, "If she wanted to kiss me--I'd let her. It's the way it's supposed to be with guys and girls, Sam. You are a guy, right?"

"Matt, I'm 8. Are you sure you're 8?"

"Yeah, an 8 year old guy!" Matt scowls.

"I'm not a guy yet, Mattie--neither are you. We're both kids!"

"She is really pretty, Sam. Why don't you let her kiss you?"

Sam makes a face as he removes his arm from Mattie's shoulder.

"I-don't know...I just don't want to..." he softly muffles.

"But you do like girls, don't you Sam?" he gives Sam the face.

"Of course I do! I like Mrs. Talliehasey, Mrs. Gooberstein, Mrs. Germaine...Mrs. Holst..."

"Sam! Little girls! Not our teachers! Ewww!" Mattie shoves Sam by the shoulder making the kid topple to his side.

"Oh." he answers innocently. "Well, I like Ally." he sits up.

"Then you will let her be your girlfriend now?"

"She's kind'a our girl friend now, isn't she? She's a girl and she's both our friend?" reasons the littlest Winchester, "And you're kind'a like--like my boy friend!" his arm once again finds a place around Mattie's shoulders.

The Parker kid gives Sam a fish in the eye brow look. "Do you have any idea how that was creepy, Sammy?"

"It's Sam!" Sam chuckles. "And I know---I was kidding, Mattie!"

"And I'm not your boy friend. I'm your best friend."

"Same thing, isn't it?"

"It's not!" Mattie elbows Sam playfully on the side. "Why were you all happy anyways?"

"Sean taught me to drive earlier."

"His motorcyle?"

"No, a car! Seany taught me how to drive--he's been teaching me for a week now, Mattie. And earlier--I got to really sit behind the wheel thingy!" Sam says excitedly. "It was awesome!"

"Can you even see the road?"

"Oh that wasn't a problem! Seany let me sit on his lap--I got to turn the wheel and he stepped on the things that need to get stepped on down there!" the kid looked all happy and it made the other boy happy too.

Two days ago, when he saw Sam's welts still red and raw, he wanted to tell somebody about it, but then Sam made him promise not to. Looking at his best friend managing to smile and be happy, it was a welcome sight for Matthew Parker anyday.

"Sean is a good guy, isn't he?" Matt turns to Sam.

"He is! Like my Deanie! Only Sean is my friend and Deanie---he's just the best big brother in the whole world, Mattie!" Sam proudly tells his best friend, "I can't wait til you meet him--but you can't get too close to him though. He's mine!"

Mattie chuckles.

"Can I have Sean?"

"No! He's mine too! You can have Kel!"

"No, I'm good!" came Mattie all too quickly making Sam laugh out loud heartily.

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Tiny feet were scrambling up the stairs which is quickly followed by heavier steps. The next thing that happened was a door slams up stairs. Sam is leaning against his bedroom door. The locks are on too. But as he was silently wishing to be somewhere else the knob suddenly turns.

"Time to play a new game, Sammy!" Kel is standing by the doorway after he was able to use the master key to every door in the house. Sam is back up to a corner, pale and sweaty.

"I don't want to-- to play, cousin Kel...please?"

"Funny...cause, I sure don't give a damn about what you want, kiddo!"

"Please?"

"Oh do more of that begging thing, bitch---it's sort of a turn on!"

"What the f*** are you doing?"

Both Sam and Kel turn their gazes towards the doorway. Standing behind Kel is Tony. And he looks upset.

"You're home early?" Kel's mood changed as he steps back with a heavy sigh. "I thought you won't be back til later, man?"

"My schedules changed, which I am glad it did! What the hell Kell?" he walks over to where Kel was and grabs him by the arm.

"What?" Kel asks, feigning innocence. "We were just playing tag, weren't we Sam?"

The kid doesn't respond.

"Right Sam?" Kel asks again. NO response.

"Sam, what did he do?" Tony asks the boy.

"Like I told you, man. WE WERE PLAYING TAG? Weren't we, Sam? What, Cat got your tongue?"

No response. Tony slams Kel against the wall.

"Keep junior inside your pants Kel or I swear to god should I find you touching him again---I am going to stuff my foot up your ass, you hear me?" Tony tells Kel off as he shoves him outside the door to the hallway. He turns to Sam. "You get the table ready, kid. I'm coming back down in awhile. If I don't see dinner on the table by then I'm gon'na kick your ass you hear me?"

"Yes, cousin Tony."

Chapter Thirteen:

Sam is sitting on the park bench early one Saturday morning. The family is having a picnic. The littlest Winchester is watching his Aunt Jorgine carefully laying the food stuffs down on the picnic blanket she had earlier on spread out with Tony and Kel while Darby Ann looked on with their dad. Mocking once in awhile at the close to being an OCD the woman is in her behavior at having the need to put things exactly at the proper place on the blanket.

Jorgine had to chuck at her husband what she got her hand onto from the basket. She was laughing--she looked happy. Looking at how happy her face was, Sam can't help but feel himself smile. He loves his Aunt Jorgine. She is already like his mom in so many ways than one, the kid reminded himself. Only she isn't.

After everything has been laid out in the spread, Jorgine does a head-count and noticed she was one kid short, it was Sam. He's not on the blanket in front of her. Her eyes scan the area and immediately her pair landed on the object of her mental frantic search. The littlest Winchester was sitting on the bench a few feet away by the walkway. Sam is looking at her with a big warm smile on his adorable, sweet face. He even manages to wave at her with his dimpled smile. That right there made Jorgine's day complete.

She smiles back at Sam warmly. Then she nods at him to come over. No second invitation was needed to be dispensed--Sam was up and in no time charging towards the family on a picnic. If it had just been the rest of the famiy members, Sam would be staying as far away as possible. But since she was there, Jorgine, and she was inviting him---Sam could care less what happens to him in the next few hours without her in the picture. For now, all he cares about is enjoying the moment with Jorgine. A moment of peace, care and love.

"What were you even doing so far away, sweetheart?" Jorgine asks the boy. Sam is cradled in her lap as she wraps protective arms around the boy and rocking him lovingly. Managing to plant affectionate kisses on the boy's cheek in the process while hugging him tighter to herself.

"Aunt Jorgy, I saw a butterfly! It was really pretty!" Sam started to recount.

"A butterfly, Sam? What are you a girl?" Kel scoffs with a smirk as he was lying on his back and staring up the blue sky, "Only little girls fancy those creepy crawlers, kid!"

"Kel, that is not very nice!" Jorgine tells the older boy off. Darby Ann who is sitting next to her mom had full access to Sam's expose back. After getting a nod from Kel, from out of nowhere, her hand shot out and landed a sneaky pinch on the kid's back. Sam whimpers which made Jorgine crane her neck to look at the boy. She had been too busy talking to her husband and Tony to even notice of what her daughter did.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Jorgine asks Sam. The kid is nursing his back, the one where Darby Ann had pinched him at. He doesn't say anything, he just looks down after Darby, behind their mother's back makes a threatening face at him. "Sam?"

"I'm okay, Aunt Jorgy."

"Nothing is wrong with the boy, Jorgine. You know how he is?" Aaron speaks up, "The littlest things irk him. He makes the biggest deal out of what's trivial. If I didn't know any better--Kel could be right. That boy is a girl most of the time!"

"Aaron!" Jorgie gasps.

Aaron starts to get up.

"Come on, boys?" he calls out to his two boys. "Whose up for catch?"

"Uh, hey daddy! Can I play?" Darby Ann offers after Kel communicates to her with his eyes about something.

"Sure, pumpkin!" Aaron nods. Tony was already a few feet away, playing around a dog that was running around with it's girl owner. Followed soon enough by Darby Ann who is much of a dog-lover. Kel meanwhile started to sit up slowly and feigns back ache.

"I'll take a raincheck, dad! I have a bad back---practice was a bitch yesterday!" Kel informs his old man. And for using the 'b' word, he gets a scolding look from Aaron and a light slap on the arm courtesy of Jorgine. "Sorry?"

"Good thing I have no access to soap right now, sweetheart." she wrinkles her nose at her son who leans in and kisses her on the cheek. "You're kissing up to me again?"

"Oh mommy, you know me all too well." Kel laughs. "I'm sorry...I'm not gon'na say it again---"

"Good boy." Aaron calls out as he walks away after nodding at his wife.

"--infront of you guys." Kel finishes. Jorgine gasps as she had to reach in and pinch the boy on the side for that wise-crack. The boy chuckles. Both of them doesn't even notice that Sam had sneakily slipped out of Jorgine's lap and is just sitting a few feet away, and with ever watchful eyes and a hopeful heart was secretly wishing he had his family back.

Several minutes later, the rest of the pack had come back to the picnic blanket and they immediately came back to just Jorgine there. Tony's breathing hitched.

"Mom, where are they?" he asks her as he was starting to get back up from propping beside his mom.

"Kel was getting something from the van, he wanted to take Sam with him." Jorgine casually tells her son as she carefully shoves a chunk of pie into her husband's mouth. Both Jorgine and Aaron were too soaked up in their playful, being in-love with each other mood at the moment to even notice anything was off. Tony did however, so did Darby Ann. She grabs Tony's hand when the older boy passed her by. Their eyes met. She shook her head at Tony. The older boy pulls his hand away fiercely as he glares at her.

It takes Tony several minutes to think of checking the restroom since he didn't find them anywhere near the van at all. The boy's heart nearly stopped beating the minute he stepped in. He walks in on the end part of the act that he has been trying his hardest to keep his little brother from doing to their cousin again. But like the last time, he failed. He wanted to hurl his guts out as he stood there dumbfounded. He in shock at the horrifying picture he walked in on. Tony actually gagged as he stood in the doorway. Kel had a smug look on his face as he was zipping himself up and getting off Sam. He heads to the sink casually and towards the doorway nonchallantly.

He felt like he had lost all feelings to his limbs as he was looking at the kid who hasn't gotten up from the public restroom floor. The kid's bottom clothing are cast off to the corner floor of one of the stalls. Kel had long been gone from the room but Sam still hasn't gotten up from the floor.Yet again, there was blood involved.

Tony felt tears streaming down his face as he was cleaning the kid up and helping him put his pants back on. At first he had a hard time touching the boy since he would squirm and shrink away. Tony felt the need to lock the door should somebody come in and take him for harming the boy. It takes several minutes before Sam recognized Tony. And the second he did, he latches a hug around the older boy's neck and started crying. As they were walking back to the picnic area, Sam and Tony...they both saw Kel lying on the blanket with his head on his mom's lap.

As Kel watched Tony head back towards them, he can't help but wear a look on his face that says 'ooops, did it again!'. He was taunting his big brother by the look on his face. Sam meanwhile is literally hiding behind his big cousin Tony.

"Hey Kel---wan'na shoot some hoops?" Tony calls out after awhile. He manages to call out to his brother through griited teeth and a fake smile. With Sam actually tucked to his side like they're conjoined. Jorgine and Aaron were still too busy to notice this. Only the siblings were sensitive enough to each other's little situation at the moment. They were catching each other's gazes.

"Maybe later." Kel says.

"Maybe not."Tony gets up. He kicks on Kel's ankle, "Get up! Hey mom, dad--Kel and I are just going to shoot some hoops at the court."

"Sure, sweetie." she smiles warmly at her oldest, "Why don't you take Sam and Darby with you and Kel?"

"It's okay mom, I'll just stay here--I'll watch Sam." Darby quickly offers after she caught Tony's angry eyes.

She watched her brothers walk away with Tony doing the shoving to their little brother.

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"Hey Dean! Why are we bumming out in your house on a Saturday again?" Henry had to ask as he is lounging on the long couch at the Whitfields. "I mean what is up with the second day of May and Dean Winchester? If I didn't know any better I'd say this is the day you lost your virginity, isn't it?"

Brandon who was getting up from the smaller couch to head to the kitchen after Dean ignored them, slaps the Matthewson boy on the knee. The Winchester boy had gotten up ahead of his bestfriend to head there himself. He has not been himself the whole day.

"What?" Henry asks innocently.

"It's Sam's 9th birthday, freak!" Brandon grits behind Dean's back.

Todd who is on the other smaller of couches picks up a throw pillow and flung it at Henry.

"Big mouth!"

Chapter Fourteen:

Dean has been bumming out for the rest of the day, snarling and growling at the guys and not giving them a chance of day. So instead of actually getting into a fight with the Winchester boy; they decided to just pack up their asses and go hang out at the Macs where there was food and their new neighbors across the street, the Prestines. The guys saw them the day before. They had 3 girls all about the same age as Dean, Henry and Mac--and they all have the same faces too, cause they're identical triplets.

As they were walking out of the house, Brandon looks back and sighs heavily. He could read his best friend's sadness. But somehow, Dean just didn't want to indulge it. He fights it off instead of talking about it---admit that he is hurting; but since he has toughen himself up and has been doing progress for the past five years, he is not about to drop his guard anytime soon.

Todd noticed Brandon Macallister being all quiet as they are almost halfway to the Macs.

"You alright, B?"

"I worry about him." Brandon speaks up without even looking up from the ground. "Dean, I mean. Everytime Sam's birthday comes up--he's like this. I feel bad for him. He doesn't have to hide from me that he misses him--or that he still loves him. I'm not going to tell on him to Uncle John or Ted. But somehow?" he looks Todd in the face for a second then away again, "He wants to keep that from me too. Has been trying but is SO not doing a bang up job, man."

"I know. I can read him like one of those Danielle Steel novels."

It was like everything around them paused. All the guys eyes were on Todd as they all stopped walking just then after hearing what Todd had to say.

"What?" he asks innocently. "WHAAAT?"

"Danielle Steel?" Marc Lester gawks at him with contempt."She writes books, did you know that?"

"I know. I believe I said 'NOVELS', Pink Panther." Todd snaps back, Robin who was standing next to him just chuckles out loud.

"I love that cat." Robin announces.

"You read Todd?" Henry mocks.

"'course!" he says immediately.

"Since when?" Henry further added. "And Danielle Steel? Ooohh, such an upgrade from picture books, huh?"

"And braille." MAc points out too, laughing.

Todd automatically launched himself at Henry with Mac and Robin laughing their hearts out as expectators; only, as he was administering his patented means of torture on the Matthewson boy--holding him to the ground and straddling him; Todd's corner of the eye catches one of their friends walking away. He slowly helps Henry up to his feet as they followed Brandon down the walkway. Catching each other's gazes---they all sighed heavily and felt just as sad as Brandon in 3 seconds tops.

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Dean is sitting on the long couch, eyeing the phone on the table next to him. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he tries choking back the tears. He does this every year but this time he thinks he is actuallyy going to push through with it---make the call to Sam.

He picks the phone up but puts it back down again.

'What am I goin' to say to him?' he started in his head, 'Hi, Sammy--remember me? It's Deanie! I have somehow just had the time to call you--yeah, after 5 years! I actually found the time... DAMN IT!' he kicks the coffee table.

He sat there for several minutes more as he was chewing his nails. After counting to a couple hundred, Dean picks the phone up again. But got as far as holding it in his hand after pressing the 3rd number. He falls asleep.

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Sam is slid to the floor of the phone booth with the phone in his hands. He has been trying to call home but kept getting the busy tone. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he walked away---he had to go, it was time for them to leave for home now. Tony had come over to get him.

"Who were you calling anyways?" Tony asks him as they are walking back to the car where the rest are waiting for them.

"I just wanted to see if Dean was home..." Sam says quietly.

"Was he?"

"It was busy...I couldn't get through."

"Maybe when we get home you can call him then."Tony's brows arched when he saw the kid limp. He recalls what happened in the rest room and he wanted to hurljust then. The second he saw Kel standing by the car, he immediately shoves his brother in. "Git!"

"But I get the window, Tony..." Kel whines.

"You want to walk home?"Tony fiercely whispers as he got in the backseat next, with Sam sitting next to the window--far from Kel.

Kel Winchehster smirks as he caught Sam's eyes.

"I hope you liked my present, Sam." he sings out as if to mock the kid. Jorgine looks over from the front seat.

"Oh, what did you give him, sweetie?" she asks with a big smile on her face.

"It's a ticket for tomorrow's big game mom." Tony speaks up. "Kel gave Sam two tickets so he can take Ally."

Sam's eyes are looking out his side of the window, he isn't even listening to them. His thoughts are somewhere else---on someone else.

'Please think about me, Deanie...'

Chapter Fifteen:

Sean is sitting at the bleachers with Sam next to him taking a swig from his bottled water. They have just finished a game between the two of them; the Teranno boy has been teaching and showing him moves since Sam was 6 and it has been 3 years since then. The kid has learned a lot from the older boy. Although it’s a lot---things he learned from Sean, they always fall second to what he learned from his Deanie.

“I could hear your wheezing from way over here, Sam. You alright?” Sean calls out to the boy.

Sam turns to him and nods—still drinking the liquid.

“So how is it living at Bluebill, Sam? Is it better than at home?” Sean asks the kid whose eyes he met, three beats and they both smirk. “Not even a question, huh?”

“It’s really cool there, Sean. I get to have my night light.”

“You’re just amped about the night light, kiddo? What about the fact that neither of those freak ass cousins of yours are around? Shouldn’t you be more amped about that?”

“Oh yeah, that too!” Sam chuckles. “You didn’t let me finish, Seany, I was going that way.” He reasons to which the older boy rolls his eyes for. “And it helps too cause Mattie is there and Bluebill is so much nearer to your place, Sean. Me and Mattie could just sneak out at night and drop by at your place.”

“Hey—I don’t want you to do that, sneaky!” Sean scolds him, “So don’t, you hear?”

“Why not, Sean? You sneak out to see me—why can’t I do it too?”

“Well, you’re still a kid that’s one reason. And second I just don’t want you to get into trouble, kid.”

‘I won’t get caught, Sean. I’m getting real good in playing hide and seek now.” The kid cheerfully informs his friend, “It took Mattie an hour to find me two days go when we played one with a couple of kids there. You should have seen me.”

“I’m sure you were awesome, Sam.” he ruffles the kid’s hair. “But still, I don’t want you to go sneaking out, okay? Don’t even dare to think about it anymore, do you hear me? You don’t want them calling on you to your Uncle, right? You want to be sent back to Rodeo? ”

“No…”

“And you don’t want Mattie to get into trouble with Ter too, do you?”

“No, I don’t Sean.” Sam says vehemently.

“Then stow away the sneaking out plan.”

“Okay, Sean.”

“Give me a low one!” Sean solicits for a low five which the kid doesn’t deny him of.

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“So, kid—been meaning to ask you.”

“What?”

They were on their way home then, Sean has a protective arm around the kid’s shoulder, Sam is looking up to him; he is hugging the basketball to himself while the older boy got their knapsacks on his shoulder.

“That move I’ve been seeing you try to perfect—who taught you that? By the way, you almost got it—just a couple more tweaks and you’re there.”

“Really?” Sam’s face lit up. “It’s Deanie’s. I see him do it every time he shoots some hoops when I was growing up.” He proudly tells Sean; his face bright with pride. “Dean is really good. I can’t do it as good as he does it—but when I see him again…if I ever get to go home someday, I’m gon’na ask him to teach it to me. I wish I get to go visit someday soon…I miss him, Sean.” The kid sighs a sad one. “I tried calling him last week on my birthday but grams said he just left for his friend Brandon’s house.” The kid looks up to Sean’s face, “Brandon is real lucky. He can spend as much time as he wants with Deanie. They always spend time together. I wish I can do that too when I get to visit.”

Sean felt his heart ache. ‘Visit…’ he smirks in his head bitterly, ‘How can you say visit when it’s where you belong Sam? It’s your home…nobody ‘visits’ home. You live there. You are such as f***in’ idiot Dean Winchester.’ He angrily growls in his head.

“I bet you’re gon’na jump on a plane first chance you got should they ask you to go home, huh?”

“Mmhm. You’re coming with me, Sean.”

“You’re taking me with you?”

“Yeah. I want you meet Dean. You and him will make good friends.”

“I bet.”

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Bluebill Dormitory, at the Valley, three weeks later.

It was already late but somehow 10-year old Sam Winchester and Matthew Parker are biking their way out of there to Abernathy’s lot to meet up with some kids.

Mattie never told Sam anything, much less the truth of the reason why they are actually headed to the said place. And it was he’s going as one of the Hovers recruits. He unfortunately makes a fool out of his best friend Sam, making him believe that they’re headed there to hang out with some kids from school.

Sam Winchester has been living at Bluebill Dormitory for over 6 months now which was Aunt Jorgine’s idea since Sam was always late for school. He transferred to a different school that was far from their house in Rodeo, so she decided to let Sam live at the dormitory that Sam’s new school provided for its students; much to the delight of Sam and the disappointment of the Winchesters in the valley, especially Kel.

“Who’s going to be there anyways, Matt?” Sam asks Matt. The kid is pedaling a little slower compared to his best friend since he was really sleepy and a bit cranky. He had spent the whole day earlier doing his own laundry that he didn’t get his afternoon nap. “And please slow down, Mattie? Please? I can barely keep up with you…”came his 10-year old squeaky whining.

“Sam, we have got to be there fast, alright? Or they’ll leave without us!” Matt looks over his shoulders at Sam for a second and then back on the road ahead of him.

“Who’s leaving without us? Is Sean gon’na be there? Cause if he catches us there we’re toast. I promised him I won’t sneak out of Bluebill, Matt.”

“Sean won’t be there. Don’t worry.”

“Is Ter? Is your big brother gon’na be there?”

“Maybe…”

“Maybe?” Sam puffs, “Oh Mattie? Are girls gon’na be there?”

“No, Sam! No girls! Just hurry up, okay?”

“Okay, okay…”

Sam’s eyes widened at what was staring him in the face. He pulls Matt by the arm after getting off his bike. Matt had already started walking towards the throng of kids there. Some their age, some thrice, twice older than they are.

“Matt, what the hell is this?” he demanded to know, he sounds flustered.

“What?” Matt snipes.

“What do you mean, what?” Sam spat, “This! I thought we are just hanging out with some kids from school, Mattie! These are not kids from our school! We don’t even know anybody here! Let’s go!” he goes about trying to drag his friend back to their bikes.

“No, Sam! You don’t understand! I have to do this!” he brushes Sam’s hand off and started walking away again with Sam following him.

“Matt, I cannot get into trouble again! And this is trouble! I had just gotten released from the Center barely a couple of months ago, no thanks to my cousins! My grampa will kill me if I get into trouble again!” he reason, “Mattie, what the hell is the matter with you?” he just pulled his friend’s arm and spun him to face him.

“It’s okay, Sam…we just need to get on their good side and they’ll take it easy on us.”

“But I told you, I don’t want in. I can’t believe you’d do this to me, man?”

“Come on, Sam?”

“Mattie, does your brother even know about this?”

“Yes, he does! And he said it will be okay…so come on!” Mattie started walking towards the Van.

”Matt, come on? Don’t do this!” Sam told his friend imploringly. ‘Think this through, please? I promised John I wouldn’t get in…please, please talk to Terence about this again…please?” Sam was by now practically pleading.

“Sam---I need this!” was Mattie’s reply.

“No, you don’t Mattie---no, you don’t!” Sam told him in the attempt to put sense into Mattie’s head.

“You don’t get it, Sam! I need this. You just don’t get me because you don’t have the same problems I have right now!”

“Whatever it is—it couldn’t be much worse than anybody else’s, Matt!”

“It could, Sam. You just don’t get it.”

“Then talk to me, Matt…”

“I can’t.”

After having said those words, he disappeared among the mass of teenaged boys headed for the van. That was the last time he ever saw his best friend.

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Two weeks later, Sam find himself cornered in the school lot. Beaten nearly half to death by no less than Terence Parker himself; Mattie’s big brother. The boy blames Sam for not having his little brother’s back. Apparently he allowed his kid brother to be in it after Mattie assures him Sam is going to be there. And Terence knows Sam is John Teranno’s boy; the hovers would not dare lay a hand on the Winchester boy. With Mattie being Sam’s best friend, he knew his little brother would not get it bad in there.

He was wrong. Mattie died. Matthew was recruited by the Hovers for the sole purpose of getting back at Terence Parker for something that he has done against one of the Hovers’ sisters. Terence was oblivious that they were gunning on payback on him with his baby brother.

When Mattie died, the next best thing to do is lay the blame on someone. Sam was convenient target. Terence got expelled from school after a couple of Sam’s other friends identified him after he attacked the kid.

Aunt Jorgine visited Sam a couple of days later at the hospital just outside the Bluebill dorm after she heard of what happened. Of all the beatings that Sam had went through at their home, all the little accidents that her family kept telling her that happened to Sam; giving him the broken arm or busted lip or aching back, she never suspected anything, nor knew that he was being abused at her own home, right under her nose.

This time, the very minute she heard of the trouble involving Sam getting beaten up at school, Jorgine decided to send him home.

The reason she was given for Sam’s staying with them was that the two older boys were too irresponsible to watch him with only the granny’s to watch them in the Plains. John and Aaron made her believe that Sam is better off in the Valley for the boy to have a taste for how it is to grow up in a normal family, mom, dad and sibling to boot—the works. She was lied to all the while of the real reason why Sam was even there; by her husband and brother in law.

When she saw Sam for the first time then, she easily fell in love with the four year old right then, so no questions asked. Jorgine said yes. She thought that it was the same with the family—and it was, at first. Only John made sure it didn’t stay that way.

After having heard no news from John nor a single visit in over two years, she thought that it was time that Sam went back to his own family. And when she did tell Sam about it, she never missed the look on her nephew’s face. Sam, ignoring the busted up shell that was his 10-year old body, lunges a hug at her---happily.

“I’m going to see Dean again, Aunt Jorgy! I can’t wait! Thank you so much!” tears were streaming down her nephew’s busted face.

A black eye on his right eye; bruises and welts on his cheeks, neck and on his arms; she very well knows it’s practically all over the boy’s body as well. But despite all that, Sam didn’t seem to feel the pain anymore after he heard the news from her.

He’s going home, and that’s all that matters.

“Do you think we should call Dean, Aunt Jorgy? And we should call Sean too---I can’t wait to tell Sean my wish came true!”

‘Oh sweetie…’

Chapter Sixteen:

Sam, after getting back to the dormitory from the hospital went straight to packing his things up. Like Sean suggested that he’d jump right onto a plane first chance he got in going home—the kid is exactly doing just that. His excitement is written all over his face too as he was packing his things; he even forgot to eat his breakfast. The whole time—he was packing.

The kid after everything was done with, perched himself on his bed to see the bigger picture of what he had just accomplished. Sitting on the floor right in front of him are his bags, a couple of it. And sitting on top of one is Bobby Bear. That brought a smile on the kid’s face. He jumps off the bed and swipes the stuffed animal into his arms. And that was cue enough for him to start jumping around happily with Bobby Bear in his embrace.

After a full half an hour of dancing around, the kid felt his heart aching that he felt he needed to stop. He plops across his bed nursing his chest with one hand. The other still clutched his stuffed bear in his hand. Sam didn’t move for a full minute til he felt his heart rate go back to normal. When he could no longer feel the ache in there anymore, he takes Bobby Bear in both hands and lifts the inanimate object in front of his face.

“We’re going home today, you know?” Sam opens up happily, “We’re going to see Deanie again!” he rubs his nose onto the bear’s nose. “I’m so happy, Bobby Bear! Really---I’m really really happy! I only wished to visit back home, you know---but guess what? I get to actually go home now—I don’t get to just visit, Bobby Bear—I get to go home and stay there! We both do!” Sam’s legs are dangling just as happily on the side of the bed while he was conversing with the toy. “I’m going to see Deanie again! I can’t believe it! I really can’t believe it!”

The clock read out is 10:30 am. Sam had somehow drifted to sleep on his bed waiting for his Aunt Jorgine to come and drive him to the airport. It has been half an hour that the kid had been napping when he just felt the bed dip. It was enough to make him stir. When he opened his eyes, he was looking up at his cousin’s face.

Darby Ann Winchester.

“Shhhh...it’s just me…”

Sam tensed-up. He tried shifting on the bed but the one impending him would not give him that luxury. She kissed him on the nose.

“Please…please don’t…” Sam pleads immediately as he squirmed under her, “…don’t…”

“Let’s just say this is your going away present, Sammy…” she whispers in his ear. “…my going away present to you.”

Sam tried pushing her off him but being older and advantaged in very well every aspect, she over powers the boy and straddles him immediately.

“Annie…please don’t do this…please?” Sam whimpers, tears trickled down the sides of his face. Her response to it is just a big mocking smirk as she takes the kid by the face and drew down and kissed him on the mouth, drowning the boy’s pleas in the process.

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Darby Ann just got out of the bathroom; she eyes the bed where Sam is still on under the covers, curled up to his side—facing the other way. She smirks. Finding her way around the bed, she looks down on the kid’s face and plants him a kiss on the cheek before she ruffles his hair.

“It’s always a pleasure, Sam…” she whispers to his ear. Darby ran her thumb to wipe the tears on Sam’s cheek. “Snap out of it, okay? Seriously, you should have already gotten used to this by now, sweetie---we’ve done this a million times!“ she chuckles. “Bye Sam!”

The door closed after her. Sam curled himself up into a ball and started sobbing. Sitting on the edge of the bed, a witness to the horrifying event that had just taken place---is Bobby Bear.

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Sam, after almost half an hour, slowly picked himself up and with the blanket around his waist; he sits up and swung his legs to the side of the bed. He eyes his jeans and his boxers on the floor by his feet. Tears crowded his vision again. He reaches down and picks his clothes up and with shaking hands; he finds the strength to put them back on.

Knock-knock

The kid opens the door and Sean’s face met his eyes. Sean had barely said anything yet when Sam immediately lunges at him with a hug. That was more than enough to tell the Teranno boy that something had just happened.

“Who was it?” Sean whispers to Sam’s ear.

Sam doesn’t say anything. He just hugged Sean tighter.

“Sam---tell me…”

“I just want to go home, Sean.”

“You are, kiddo—you are…”

Please tell me it is not the end. It is very good. Please tell me so.