cont' to Growing Pains

One:

Kel is staring up at the ceiling half an hour after he and Jake went upstairs after their talk in the kitchen earlier. He felt a bit better after his talk with the kid; but the very second he went back inside his and Pierce's bedroom-his chest felt heavy again. He slowly made his way to his bed, noiselessly, to avoid waking his twin brother up. After changing into his jammies, the boy heads to his bed to get some sleep. But half an hour has passed and he still cannot get to the act of sleeping. His head turned to the side and his eyes immediately caught Pierce's figure on the other bed-facing the other way.

‘Disconnected may have sounded like a harsh word, Dan...I'm sorry it hurt you somehow--it hurt me too.' Kel started a conversation with himself in his head as he is looking at the back of his twin's head. ‘I'm sorry I used it on you, swee'p. It's just how I feel right now.' He sighs a big one before turning his face-looking up at the ceiling again. ‘I hope you don't wake up still angry at me later, brother. I really hope you don't. We haven't had it like this serious before, have we? Cause I sure would have remembered, Dan. Back in Gram-gram's world, I mean-not in this world. I hope you'll talk to me tomorrow, little brother. I'm gon'na try, alright? Apologizing to you?' He dries his eyes with his sleeves of the tears filming his vision.

As he was staring at the ceiling in their dimly-lit room, he suddenly felt the need to squint his eyes and rub it after when his vision all of a sudden went blurry. Seconds later, and that's when he started wheezing again. Sitting up, slowly-nursing his chest, the boy immediately gropes for his inhaler on top of the nightstand located in between his and Pierce's bed. But because of the condition of the room--how dimly lit it was and considering the situation surrounding his blurry vision as well; the boy had a time locating his inhaler. His vision has never been as blurry before; so when his eyes did start to impede the clarity of his sight-it made him panic, on all fours. It was after he fell off his bed at the onset of a panic attack.

"D-dan...ny..." he started to call out to his twin haltingly with his spent and almost breathless voice, but after his hand groped his inhaler on the floor, when he knocked it down there earlier--he decided to relent from waking his little brother up. He sat there whipping up on his inhaler as he tried calming himself down. He recalled how he was able to handle being sick all by himself back in Hannah's world. And that alone made him decide further not to get anybody else involved in his situation. It took him several minutes before he eventually stopped wheezing. For two whole minutes earlier-he felt like he was being smothered with a pillow. But somehow, he managed to get out of it okay.

He is sitting on the floor with his back leaning against Pierce's bed; thinking of ways to start his apology to his baby twin. But so far all he got is ‘I'm sorry.' The boy turns his face to the side and caught the back oh Pierce's head. It took him seconds before he reached his shaking nervous hand in to gently touch the back of his twin's head, cradling it. A touch that said everything his lips can't utter; his apology for his inadequacies and regret of crossing-over. He got up after a few minutes of sitting there, mentally conversing with Pierce. Before he went back to his bed, he turns to face his brother sleeping peacefully in his own bed.

"Goodnight, swee ‘p..."

And with that, sleep eventually claimed him the second his head touched his pillow. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of blue eyes had fluttered open earlier, the second his touch was administered. Pierce heard everything that was said without even the need for words.

‘I'm sorry, Kel...I really am...' tears soaked his pillow soon after; Pierce, after he was sure his sibling was asleep on the other bed. Rolled on his back and turned his face towards his twin on his own bed. ‘I want the old you, Kel. The big brother I grew up with back in Hannah's world...the cocky, smart-ass bully ‘you' version that makes fun of me all the time. I want that ‘you' back, big brother...I need you to stand up and protect me like before, Kel...I can't stand seeing you the way you are now. I just can't...I'm sorry you feel disconnected from me. As much as I don't want to admit it...I feel it too.'

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The rest of the gang is still at the front of their housing unit goofing around--surprisingly around Dreamy Jean who seems to be in an awful playful mood; much to the relief of her husband. Since she woke up half an hour before everybody did-she has not stopped smiling and joking around. Jeremy meanwhile is just nearby their sister, keeping her up on her feet, as per their big brother's request.

Eloise manages to whisper to Jt's ear when he got alongside the boy.

"I owe you, man. Ask me for anything and it's yours." Eloise tells him.

"Anything, huh?"

"Just not my wife."

"Owkhay, how ‘bout dibs on little Mary?"

"I'd say sure but I'm not gon'na vouch for growly here." Eloise refers to his wife beside them. "She's probably gon'na want to keep the little thing for herself after she spurts her out. I heard mothers tend to do that."

That made Jeremy laugh; Eloise's sense of humor is growing.

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Sam is riding at the backseat of one of the Anderson's provided vehicles for the group. Gabe is already seated beside him with Jake on the other side; they are keeping their little brother safe in the middle, as earlier agreed upon by the two older ones in the triplet's arrangement. Despite Sam's whining about it being his turn to be big brother for the day--it however fell on deaf ears with the two-being Jake and Gabriel.

"Seriously, guys. This is--" Sam started but is quickly cut in by Jake.

"Sweet?'

"No, I was thinking more along the lines of--"the littlest Winchester tries again.

"Cuteness?" Gabe butts in, finishing his sentence for him; the kid is smiling warmly at him. Even coupling that look with him wrapping his arm around Sam's arm and leaning his head against the kid's shoulder.

"Oh god, that is so cute, Gabriel!" Jake blurts out after catching the gesture. "Come here and let me give you a kiss tinker bell!" and with that Sam bust out chuckling after Jake reaches over him to get to Gabe.

"Don't you dare do it, Jacob? I am warning you! I know jujitsu." Gabe threatens the older twin with what he thought was his menacing look. Only it wasn't. It only made him look more vulnerable to Jake's attack. Despite the Stahl boy's effort in fighting Jake off from landing him a kiss-he was unable to. The insides of the car echoed with the smaller boy's chuckles as he is trying with all his might to get Jake off him; but like Dean, Jake's persistence won him over Gabe's failed attempts.

When Sam used that diversion to try and get out of the car--that was when he was met with Todd standing in the open door of the vehicle-totally blocking his way. The boy looks up and narrows his eyes at his best friend.

"Where do you think you're going, princess?" Todd began.

Sam stood there meeting Todd head-on. And then he breaks into the warmest smile he can muster that early in the morning and hugs his best friend around the waist; resting his face againt the older boy's chest.

"I love you, Todd." Sam muffles in the hug, and then he pulls away-looking up at the older boy's face. "Very much."

Todd wrinkles his nose at the boy and then he smirks as he wraps the kid in an embrace.

"I thought by now I'd win with you, princess. But as it turns out-that is never gon'na happen, is it? You're always going to have a hold over me, always, aren't you?"

"I don't mean to, Todd...I'm sorry?" Sam replies with a squinty face pressed against the older boy's chest next to his heart.

"Naw, it's alright. As long as it's you and not Dean." Todd bats. "I'm gon'na be okay with it."

"What's wrong with Deanie?" Sam pulls away and met Todd's eyes.

"A lot." Todd laughs. "Don't you act all coy with me, Sam? We both know you know what I'm talking about here!"

"No, seriously Todd. Deanie has a hold over me too and I'm all good. You should be too." Sam reasons. "Wait, I seem good to you, don't I?"

Todd chuckles out loud to that as he hugs the kid again. "You're perfect, kiddo! You don't just seem good to me, alright?"

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

And that's when they hear coughing to call attention coming from behind them. Henry who is just then walking towards them with Brandon cannot help but eye the looks on 2/3rd of the triplet giving Todd's set-up with their little brother.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, tall boy?" Jake started as he is glaring at Todd and even sizing him up intimidatingly.

"Ooohh, you're in for it now, Williams!" Henry calls out tauntingly.

"Hey, Matthewson--didn't you have a beef with that kid there, man?" Todd spoke up in reference to Jake--as he deadpans him, to which he jutted to with his chin. "Missing pillow ringin' a bell?"

Jake's eyes widened at this with the gasp that came out of him. Sam chuckles to this; looking up at his best friend's face.

"You're a bad person, Todd!" the littlest Winchester blurts out venomessly. Todd just affectionately hugs him again, laughing out loud in agreement--enjoying the moment since Dean wasn't around yet.

"Oh right." Henry's snaps his fingers. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Todd nods at the brain boy.

"You're gon'na get it from me when I grow up, Williams! I'm going to turn into Dean by then, you'll be sorry." Jake threatened. "And all the hugging--that you're doing, enjoying right now--with him?" he refers to Sam, "While supplies last, dude!"

"Bouncing off me like pingpong balls, like Dean always says." Todd cockily bats, telling off Jake.

"I'll be scarier than Dean! You'll see." Jake further added.

"Enough with the shallow threats, Winchester! Prepare for pain, mister!" Henry declares right before he darts into the back of the car after Jake dashing inside with Gabe. Sam, this time was able to use this to sneak away from them as he goes back into the house to look for Dean.

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Upstairs, Dean is walking down the hall after he went back up to get Sam's meds; when he passed by the older twin's bedroom-he noticed movement inside and decided. Thinking it be Pierce in there--the middle brother immediately went on to evil mode. He donned an equally evil mask and was about to yell at his brother in there to surprise him; only when he got as far back in sneaking in the door that is open a crack, without even making a peep, he found the person in there not to be the brother in mind. It was Kel.

"Dude, what are you still doing up here?" Dean walks over to Kel who was sitting on the long couch, reading. Upon Dean's entrance, the boy closes the book he has on his lap and looks up to meet his brother's eyes. "And why aren't you dressed-up? You're not coming with us?"

"I was thinking of not, Dean...if it's alright with you, man?" Kel gets up and is standing in front of his brother, meeting the middle brother's eyes warily with his own. "I mean, if it's not alright--I'm gon'na go."

"You feeling alright?"

"Uh-yeah...yeah, I'm good." Kel assures Dean, "I'm feeling alright, Dean. I just thought I could hang back or something-from going out. Just for now, if it's alright? I haven't had any sleep last night-I could just end-up being grouchy around Danny and he wouldn't like that. I could end up pissing you off too and I can't have that." Kel manages a smirk.

"Hey Kel-"

"Yeah, man?"

"Does this have anything to do with Danny?"

"No!" Kel immediately bats vehemently. "god no! It's like I told you, Dean...I'm not much of a person when I haven't had any sleep. I don't want to bum anybody out if I went with you guys. This is supposed to be everybody's chance to hang out together, right? I'll just stay home, if you don't mind...you don't mind, right? Cause if you do mind, man...just say so and...I'm coming with you." The boy even picks his jacket up from the couch arm.

"If you don't want to come along, man-it's alright. But we're gon'na miss you with us though."

"That's really touching, man." Kel smirks, making Dean punch him lightly on the arm.

"I'm being serious, jerk!" Dean bats, also smirking. "You sure you're feeling alright, dude?"

"Positive, Dean. Really."

"Alright. I'm gon'na tell Ted you're hanging back. But should you need anything--at all, just call me, alright?" Dean gives his brother a pat on the arm before he eventually heads back to the door.

"Thanks, Dean." Kel calls out to him. Dean turns to face him.

"Don't mention it."

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As Sam was walking up the stairs, suddenly he felt winded when it came hitting him at the back of his mind. Despite himself almost begging for Steven to tell him the identity of the brother who saw and kept the tape--the older boy didn't give him anything. Only, when he was not even thinking about it anymore, after telling himself that he was not going to ruin Paris like what happened in L.A. that is when it hit him; the identity of the brother in question.

The kid somehow figured it out for himself.

"It was...Jake..." Sam is already shimmying against the wall when he got to the top of the stairs. He felt like passing out just then. "...he saw the tape...he saw what Kel did to me..." the kid grabs his chest next to his heart. And then he started wheezing at that thought--of Jake seeing the tape; like actually being there with him when it happened to him. "Oh god...oh my god..." tears automatically fell down his cheeks.

Cue in Sam remembering everything that happened in Amsterdam. He recalls himself slowly slid to the floor after their dad let him go; John had just finished beating him up that time, being under both Hannah and Tony's spell then. The boy remembers nursing his side; even what happened after his dad stepped out of the way and turns himself off on Tony's command. He remembers it clearly like it was happening in front of him again; seeing both Tony and Kel standing in front of him.

'Kel...'

"That's right, Sam. It's my good ol' baby brother, back from the dead!" he could still hearTony's voice in his head, using a mocking tone on him.

"Yet again! Oh with my own face too now...if you didn't notice." It rang in his head as well, his big brother's voice-Pierce's twin. One-half of the nightmare he grew-up knowing with Tony.

"You're asking yourself how he could be alive again, Sam? Simple. Just as you and your little witch friend brought Dean back--oh and yourself, learning a few tricks along the way, I brought my little brother back to life too." He recalls Tony walking towards him guardedly, "As I didn't die in the fire--he didn't burn in there either. I had to drag both our asses out of that f***in' warehouse all thanks to your brothers and your nosy friends! See, I was just planning to talk to you, kid. But since your watch dogs aren't so keen to hear me out...I decided to change my mind. And Kel here, I was just planning on keeping him around, you know as a keepsake-- not really alive per se, but then I was running low on options with your brothers. They wouldn't hear me out. They were all making me out as a homo--dude and I am not like my fairy lil brother over there."

"Hey!" Kel whines.

"You are, and you know it." The kid remembers Tony turning to his brother and then they both smirk. "So, I decided to--bring him back, for old times sake and maybe this time around I'm gon'na join in all the hoopla."

"And I got to say--it is great to be back in the land of the living, baby!" Kel says out loud.

"Please, please don't do this..."

Sam even recalls pleading in front of Tony that time. But it fell on deaf ears.

"He's mine."

Kel's declaration of ownership on him echoed in his head as he found himself cowering inside Jake's bedroom; between the closet and the older twin's bed.

--

Amsterdam, a few months back; when Kel and Tony kidnapped Sam and JW.

Kel this time started to approach them. Sam tries to crawl away but Tony grabs him in place by the scruffs.

"Please just kill me..." Sam pleads to him. Tears streaming down the kid's face as he is looking at Tony's eyes.

"I got this, Tony." Kel took his spot beside his big brother in front of Sam. "I missed you for the longest time, kid...but it's all going to be better than great this time." he takes Sam by the face and before the kid could even react, Kel's face was on him-kissing him. It didn't matter what the kid did to pull away from the kiss, it was a futile effort on his part. Several minutes after Kel pulled away, Sam curls himself up to a ball in the corner beside JW who is sitting there on the floor like he was a statue. The kid is seeking solace from his dad who doesn't even seem like he's alive anymore inside his meat suit.

Kel and Tony are a few feet away talking about some things; it gave Sam a break which he spent trying to get JW to wake up.

"Daddy...help me..." Sam is wrapping an arm around JW's arm in the hopes that his old man with somehow snap out of it. "...please don't let them do this to me again, please, dad? I'd rather you kill me...I'm begging you, daddy? I'd rather you kill me...I won't take it against you at all if you did, dad. I promise. Please? Please don't let them do this to me again?" he kept saying over and over in a whisper to his old man's ear.

Sam waited for any sign of life from JW but there was none. He sat back against the wall in defeat.

'Dean...I'm not going to let this happen to me again. I won't. I swore that I'm going to kill myself before I let this happen to me again...I gave you my word that I'm not going to hurt myself again, but I have not choice. I'm so sorry, I have to do this Dean. I'm sorry...'

He had barely gotten those conversations in his head over when he finds himself being yanked to his feet by the arms. It took Kel minutes before he was able to gradually pull the kid up after Sam clung on to John.

"DAADDDDDDYYYYY!" Sam screamed and kicked as he was being dragged by Kel away from his dad. "Daaaadddy, wake up! DAAAAAAADDDDD, pleeassse? Daaadddy??"

Kel manages to fling the kid against the wall after being able to pull him away from JW. The impact temporarily stuns the kid after his head hit the wall. Before he could slump to the floor though, Kel was holding him up again.

"Let's get to work, bitch. We got a lot of catching up to do, don't we?" Kel says ominously in the boy's ear. As they walked towards the door, Sam could feel the sensations on his bare feet that are all bruised up intensify. But he is working around the pain as he took each painful step out of there-away from his dad. His eyes are scanning the place for anything sharp, anything he can either protect himself with or kill himself with should things get out of hand.

Several beats passed and they were inside another room. But this one has a window. Kel shoved Sam ahead of him in there and even before the kid could do anything else, he gets clocked on the back of the head and slumps to the floor.

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Present day.

"It's all I can remember..." Sam tells himself, "...then waking up with Jake in that bedroom with me. He had the tape all this time...he saw what happened to me...he saw what happened in the tape." the kid thumps the back of his head against the wall he was leaning against. "Why didn't he say anything to me? Why did he keep this from me? How am I supposed to face him now?" Sam thumps his head against the wall again, several times; in utter frustration at his predicament.

The boy curls up into a ball soon after and started sobbing.

'He saw what happened to me...' he sulks, '...how can I face you now Jake?'

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He felt his phone vibrate in his pants. He digs it up with a shaking hand and read ‘Jake's' name on the screen. Sam after he reminded of himself about keeping his promise of not ruining it for everybody, he gathers enough strength to master the art of faking it with Jake that he is alright--that nothing is the matter.

"Baby, where are you at?"

"Hey, Jake...I-uh..." he wanted to bawl right there but he didn't, "...I just came up to grab my coat, man. I'll be right down."

"You were wearing your coat, poindexter." Jake pointed out.

"I know. I just thought I'd get a different one. I'll be right there, Jake." tears are trickling down the sides of his face as he is looking out the window at his twin standing beside the car. "Just give me a minute, okay?"

"Okay, baby. Just hurry it up in there before I miss you." Three beats and Jake chuckles. "That was so cheesy wasn't it, Sam?"

"Uh let's see--yes!" the kid bats; chuckling. "I'll be right there, Jake."

"Okay, baby! I love you, Sam! Hurry up, alright?"

"I know you do, Jake. I love you too. Be there in a second." Sam hears Jake on the other end cut the call; did too after a second as he headed for the bathroom. "How am I supposed to look you in the eyes now, Jakey? You saw me...who knows who else did, Jake?" the kid doubled over halfway to the bathroom as he nursed his chest. Realizing Jake could easily read his thoughts, Sam decided to put his barrier up. He blocked Jacob from a part of his head. As he was washing his face in the bathroom, his nose started to bleed in a large amount. It took several minutes before it stopped; but after it did, he immediately fixed himself up and headed out; bumping into Dean in the hallway.

"Just the person I wanted to see!" Dean declares, wrapping an arm around his Sammy's neck and planting a kiss on the kid's temple. "Let's have a great time today, baby? What do you think? I mean I want you to have a great--no no, wait--awesome. I want you to have an awesome day! How's that, Sam? That would definitely make me the happiest dude in the world, Sammy!"

"Really, Dean? You'll be the happiest?" Sam manages to speak up despite the insurmountable pain skewering inside his chest; even concealing the wincing from Dean.

"Scout's honor, princess!" Dean bats his brows on the kid.

"I'll have a great time the--then, D-deanie..." Sam gives his Deanie a warm smile as he wraps his arm around his big brother's shoulders. "...anything for my big brother!" He could feel sharp knives cutting him in his chest but he manages to put on his bravest face in front of his big brother. But when they got to the top of the stairs however--it got too much for the kid, feeling like passing out--he quickly pulls away from the older boy.

"Sam--" Dean was caught aback by it.

"I forgot something, Dean...I'll be right with you..."

Without even waiting for Dean to say yes, the kid is already on his way back to his big brother's bedroom. The second he got there, barely; he trudged to the bed, all doubled over while nursing his chest.

'I can't do this again...please? My family needs a break...they need it...'

He was in front of the mirror in the bathroom, washing his face. He occasionally finds the need to grab hold of the sink to keep himself from slumping to the floor altogether. That's when he heard the bedroom door open. Sam automatically straightens himself up even before Dean came in the bathroom door.

"Sammy--you alright?" Dean asks him in concern.

Sam turns to his big brother with an apologetic face, tears trickling down the sides of his face. Dean saw the saddest eyes he had seen his Sammy to be.

"Dean...I know I gave you my word about not letting...L.A. happen again--"

"Baby, what are you talking about? L.A. was not your fault. Nobody thinks it is, you know that? Come here--" Dean calmly calls for the kid to meet him halfway.

"I tried...I really did...but...it just hurts too much, Dean..." Sam reaches up for his chest.

"Oh god...Sammy!" Dean gasps as he dashes alongside Sam.

"I can't...can't take...the pain anymore, Dean...I'm ss-sorry, okay?" no sooner had Sam said that when blood started to trickle down his nose as he is craning his neck meet Dean's eyes with his own; the older boy has him around the waist to keep him up. "I'm so sorry..."

"Baby--you don't have anything to apologize to me for?"

"I do, Dean..."

"No, you don't Sam...come on? Let's get you to the hospital, baby." Dean is carefully dragging the kid out of the bathroom and towards the door.

"...you're going to hate me when you find out..." Sam started crying again, "...you'll walk away cause everybody will...see it cause I couldn't stop them..."

"Sammy what the hell are you talking about, kiddo?" Dean himself, oblivious to even him--has tears streaming down his face as he is dragging Sam in the hallway towards the stairs. "Stop who?"

"...everybody will think I'm dirty and I'm...I'm gay. I'm your brother, Dean, you won't have that...but I'm not gay, Deanie...I'm really not. I never wanted what happened to me..." Sam's eyes are on his brother as he is trying to tell him everything before he won't be able to anymore. He very well can tell his heart is failing him already. "...it's not Kel's fault too...I don't want him to get hurt, Dean...but he will..." Sam grabs Dean's scruff, "...I'm sorry for that too..."

"Sam, stop it! Baby, none of it was your fault--"

"Dean...I'm sorry I screwed-up the deal..." came Sam's last ditch effort at an apology in a raspy, breathless manner.

"Don't, do this to me, baby? Please, Sa--" Dean had barely gotten his baby brother's name out when he finds himself catching him in his arms after the boy does pass out in front of him. "Nononono...Sam...Sammy...don't do this...SAM!"

Kel who had just heard the comotion from inside their bedroom comes out to Dean with Sam in his arms in the hallway. Dean turns to him with what can only be deciphered as fright on his face.

"Kel--get the car ready!" Dean tells him with urgency in his voice. "Hurry!"

"On it, Dean!" Kel is running down the hall in no time; bumping into Pierce who was coming up the stairs.

"Kel--why aren't you dressed yet?" he started, but after seeing the look on his older half's face, "What's wrong?"

"It's Sam! We have to get the car running--he passed-out!"

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Two:

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Present day, back-tracking to the minutes before Sam left Jake's bedroom and met Dean in the hallway.

"It's all I can remember..." Sam. he tells himself, he is trying to go back to find further details of what happened that day in Amsterdam. But he was finding it all murky in his head; he couldn't get around to needed information to get around with."...I woke up and Jake is hugging me...in that bedroom." he shut his eyes tighter to try and remember that instance. He recalls fighting Jake off at first after he came to in a constricting arrangement--with the older boy hugging him. The kid tried his hardest to go back to that scene in his head, but he could only recall bits and pieces. Sam opened his eyes and planted his focus on the wall across the room from him."You had the tape, Jake. He had the tape all this time." sighing heavily, the littlest Winchester goes about to wrapping himself in a hug. "You saw what happened to me...you saw what happened in the tape. god, I bet that grossed you out...I grossed you out. It's only because you love me that much that you didn't walk away..." the kid thumps the back of his head against the wall he was leaning against. "god, I can't believe you never said anything to me--why didn't he say anything to me?" he thumps the back of his head against the wall again and again. "Why did you keep this from me, Jake? I wish you hadn't." he started sobbing again. "I really wish you hadn't. How am I supposed to look you in the face now knowing this?" Sam yet again thumps his head, several times on the wall in utter frustration at his predicament.

The boy curls up into a ball soon after as his sobbing elevated.

'I can't believe you saw what he did...' he sulks, '...how can I face you now Jake?'

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He felt his phone vibrate in his pants. He'd have thought of not picking it up at first. Sam felt too heavy and detached from even himself to carry a conversation with anybody. But after he reminded himself of the promise he made to himself about letting his family get the break they deserve, he decidedly willed himself to pull it together; for them--his family. He digs his cell phone up with a shaking hand. He read ‘Jake's' name on the screen. Sam had to remind himself again after reading his twin's name, he took one big breath and managed to gather enough strength to master the art of faking it with Jake. He aims to project to his older half that he is alright--that nothing is the matter with him--with anything, at all.

"Baby, where are you at?" Jake started on the other end of the call.

"Hey, Jake...I-uh...I'm upstairs..." Sam replies. At that moment right there--hearing Jake's voice, he wanted so much to start bawling immediately and express his resentments to his twin--out right; tell Jake how hurt he was. But he didn't.

They can communicate in their heads with the use of their telepathic ability; it's their twin connection that was enabled more because of their lineage, being warlocks and what not. His older half owns the ability to conjure combustion along with the telepathy; whilst he, can mind-read. It's his own special ability along with teleporting--gifts that came after Mary handed it to him in her death. With the use of his mind-reading capability, he very well knows he can easily read Jake's mind, his thoughts, which wouldn't come as a secret to everybody. But since it had already been a long time since what happened, that and the fact that with Jake involved, it is pretty much a lost cause. He knows his ability, should he use it to read his twin's mind in confronting him about concealing the tape, he knows it's going to be useless. The boy knows it's too late. He knows it is the farthest thing from his older half's mind already--what happened then even if he saw the tape. Sam knows Jake well enough to tell that the older twin would much rather forget about it willingly; he'll go as far as force himself to forget everything. Sam knows that Jake himself knows he is not the type of person to easily open up to people about his feelings or anything sensitive to him. Not even if it's to save his own life, Jake wouldn't go as far as remembering anything. The kid very well knows Jake that much.

He felt repulsed with the idea of what he himself saw on the tape; and being the one being done the act too didn't help either. Himself seeing what was being done made his skin crawl and his heart ache beyond definition. He knew for a fact that nothing of the actual deed actually took place between him and Kel's evil version; but the fact alone of watching the evil incarnate touching him--using his hands and his lips, actually being third party to seeing himself being done the prerequisite to the actual deed evil Kel had in mind back then; it was more than enough to make Sam's head spin and his heart constrict with both repulsion and disappointment.

"SAM!"

Jake's voice broke through Sam's trance-like state. He got up and walked to the window.

"...I just came up to grab my coat, man. I'll be right down." he tells Jake.

"You were wearing your coat, poindexter." Jake pointed out.

"I know. I just thought I'd get a different one. I'll be right there, Jake." tears are trickling down the sides of his face as he is looking out the window at his twin standing beside the car. "Just give me a minute, okay?"

"Nothing was wrong with what you had on, baby--why do you need to change it? Is it because I chose it for you and not Dean this time-is that it? Why you needed to change?"

"No. Not that at all, Jake."

"Okay, baby. Just hurry it up in there before I miss you." Three beats and Jake chuckles. "That was so cheesy wasn't it, Sam?"

"Uh let's see--yes!" the kid bats; chuckling. For a few seconds, Sam felt like nothing was even amiss. He allowed himself to react to Jake the normal way he would--with a chuckle."I'll be right there, Jake."

"Okay, baby! I love you, Sam! Hurry up, alright?"

"I know you do, Jake. I love you too. Be there in a second." Sam hears Jake on the other end cut the call; he slowly did too after a second as he headed for the bathroom. "You saw what he did...and who knows who else saw it, Jake?" the kid doubled over halfway to the bathroom as he nursed his chest. Realizing Jake could easily read his thoughts just then, Sam decided to put his barrier up. He blocked Jacob from a part of his head. As he was washing his face in the bathroom, no sooner had he dried his face up with the small towel on the sink counter, that was when he saw and felt his nose start to bleed in a substantial amount. It took several minutes before it stopped; Sam wanted to give-in to feeling the panic coming in but after the blood stopped well on its own, he immediately fixed himself up and headed out. He runs into Dean in the hallway.

"Ah, just the person I wanted to see!" Dean declares,"I can never get tired of seeing this face pop up in front of me!" the older boy says out loud while wrapping an arm around his Sammy's neck and planting a kiss on the kid's temple. "Let's have a great time today, what do you say, baby? What do you think? I mean I want you to have a great--no no," he corrects himself, "scratch that, Dean! Awesome. I want you to have an awesome day, Sammy! That would definitely make me the happiest dude in the world, baby!"

"Really, Dean? You'll be the happiest?" Sam manages to speak up despite the insurmountable pain skewering inside his chest; the boy even manages to conceal the wince from Dean.

"Scout's honor, princess!" Dean bats his brows on the kid.

"I'll have a great time then--then, D-deanie..." Sam gives his Deanie a warm smile as he wraps his arm around his big brother's shoulders; launching the tug automatically. "...anything for my big brother!" He could feel sharp knives cutting him in his chest but he successfully puts on his bravest face in front of his big brother. But when they got to the top of the stairs however--it got too much for the kid, feeling like passing out--he quickly pulls away from the older boy.

"Sam--" Dean was caught aback by it right away; his brows arched on his forehead. "What's wrong?"

"I forgot something, Dean...I'll be right with you..."

Dean would have said something in response, only Sam was already walking away even before he could do so. Without even waiting for Dean to say yes, the kid is already on his way back to his big brother's bedroom. The second he got there, barely; he trudged to the bed, all doubled over while nursing his chest.

'I can't do this again...please? My family needs a break...they need it...'

Sam is standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom looking at himself, he could very well see just how bad his situation has turned in minutes. Dean meanwhile is just outside the door, leaning against the wall, one leg folded under him for support. He is waiting for his baby to come out of the room with the said item he forgot and went back to the room for to acquire. Normally he is not a patient man, but considering it's Sam, he is being that. Should it have been any of his other brothers, he'd have started yelling out there for them to hurry it up cause he's bored.

Back inside the bathroom however, the kid is fighting to stay conscious; and it's all oblivious to the older boy just outside. Sam occasionally found the need to grab hold of the sink counter to keep himself from slumping to the floor altogether. And then that's when he heard all the way from inside the bathroom, the bedroom door outside, open. He automatially knew Dean was coming in to check on him. It was his Deanie's MO. Sam immediately straightens himself up even before his big brother came in the bathroom door.

The pale look on his baby's face hit Dean like a slap to the face; his brows scrunch up on his forehead at this. But he maintains a steady demeanor to avoid getting Sam to panic.

"Sammy--you alright?" Dean asks him in concern. Sam, with an apologetic face, with tears trickling down the sides of his face met his big brother's eyes with his own. Dean immediately saw the saddest eyes he has seen his Sammy--ever.

"Dean..."

"Baby, what is going on?"

"I know I gave you my word about not letting...L.A. happen again--" Sam says haltingly.

"Baby, what are you talking about? L.A. was not your fault. Nobody even thinks it is, you know that? And even if anybody did think that--come on? You know I have the means to make them change their minds! Come here--" Dean calmly calls for the kid to meet him halfway.

"I'm sorry, Dean."

"Sorry for what?"the middle brother is cautiously walking towards Sam.

"I tried...I really did...but...it just hurts too much, Dean..." Sam reaches up for his chest.

"Oh god...Sammy!" Dean gasps as he quickly dashes alongside Sam; his strong steady arms finding their way around his baby brother's waist to keep him up on his feet.

"I can't...can't take...the pain anymore, Dean...I'm ss-sorry, okay?" no sooner had Sam said that when blood started to trickle down his nose as he is craning his neck to meet Dean's eyes with his teary ones. "I'm so sorry..."

"Baby--you don't have anything to apologize to me for, alright? And even if you did--you know I could always overlook it, princess."

"I do, Dean...I do have something to apologize to you for. This. I screwed this one up again...like I did in L.A..."

"No, Sam! You don't, alright? Come on? Let's get you to the hospital, okay baby." Dean is carefully dragging the kid out of the bathroom and towards the door.

"...you're going to hate me when you find out about it..." Sam started crying again, "...you'll walk away cause everybody will see...will...see it. I couldn't stop them..."

"Sammy what the hell are you talking about, kiddo?" Dean himself, oblivious to even himself--has tears streaming down his face as he is dragging Sam in the hallway towards the stairs. "Stop who?"

"...everybody will think I'm dirty and I'm...I'm gay. I'm your brother, Dean...and you won't have that. But I'm not gay, Deanie...I'm really not. I never wanted what happened to me..." Sam's eyes are on his brother as he is trying to tell him everything before he won't be able to anymore. He very well can tell that his heart is halfway into failing him already. "...it's not Kel's fault too, Dean...I don't want him to get hurt...but he will..." the boy grabs Dean's scruff and held on, "...I'm sorry for that too..."

"Sam, stop it! I don't really know what started this again, kiddo...but let me tell you again that baby, that none of what happened in the past had been your fault--"

"Dean...I'm sorry I screwed-up the deal..." came Sam's last ditch effort at an apology in a raspy, breathless manner.

"Don't, do this to me, baby? Please, Sa--" Dean had barely gotten his baby brother's name out when he finds himself catching him in his arms after the boy does pass out in front of him. "Nononono...Sam...Sammy...don't do this...SAM!"

oooooooooooooo

Kel had just taken his shot inside the bathroom that time when he heard a commotion outside. And then the next thing he heard was his brother Dean's voice calling out to their baby brother. After he heard the comotion from inside their bedroom, he dashes to the door and comes out to Dean holding on to Sam in his arms in the hallway. His breath caught after he saw how pale Sam was in Dean's arms.

'Sam...'

Dean noticed Kel's presence to be there; through tear-filmed eyes, he turns to his brother with what can only be deciphered as fright on his face.

"Kel--the car!" he tells him with urgency in his voice. "NOW"

"On it, Dean!"

Kel is running down the hall in no time; his mind zeroing in on Sam's seemingly lifeless body in his brother's arms. He was too out of it, he didn't even see his twin coming up the stairs. He bumps into Pierce who was coming up the stairs that time to get him.

"Kel--why aren't you dressed yet?" he started.

A couple of seconds later, after reading the look on his older half's face, Pierce focused on that concern.

"Danny--"

"What's wrong, Kel?"

"It's Sam...he passed out... Dean's on him. We have to get the car running NOW!" Kel grabs Pierce's arm as he urgently dragged his younger twin with him.

Three:

Before Dean intercepted Sam in the hallways earlier, the middle brother had already told the rest to go on ahead of them to their rendevous point. The itinerary for the day would be at the restaurant Jake chose the previous night. After he called Eloise and told them they will just catch up, Dean heard the rest do just that. So far, the only ones left at home are him, Sam and Kel; supposedly. Only he didn't know that Pierce did hang back from the rest. He wanted to ride with his older half. And that was the reason why he was even coming back to the house and ran into Kel on his way in and up the stairs.

"Where are they?" Kel turns to Pierce after scanning the area with his eyes, even spinning in his place looking around for everybody. "They already left?"

"Dean told them to go on ahead, Kel." Pierce explains to him.

"They basically have no idea at all..." Kel told himsel out loud.

"Which at this point would be better if it stays that wasy, Kel. We can't avoid DJ getting all worked-up at the moment--what with her bleeding last night." Pierce lays the lastest 411 on his twin right before he taps him on the arm and walked around his older half to the direction of the side of the housing unit they currently are occupying. "Come on? James is around back--he can drive us to the hospital! They have another vehicle in the driveway--"

He is already halfway to get James with Kel behind him. When they actually got to the vehicle themselves but were not able to immediately find James, that's when Kel decided for them not to wait for him anymore. Sam didn't look well enough as it is. They didn't have any more minutes left to spare. He got into the car, behind the wheel. Pierce, without even the need for instructions, automatically knew what he had to do. He ran back inside the house to help Dean with Sam while Kel drove the vehicle nearer to the front of the housing unit, a better vantage point for Dean to get Sam in it quicker.

Pierce caught Dean carrying Sam in his arms at the bottom of the stairs. He tried helping but the middle brother barks at him and told him he's got it. So he does back off. He props shotgun once they got to the vehicle while Dean took the backseat with Sam; cradling the kid carefully in his arms like he would do back then when their baby brother was still a few years old and their mom would ask him to do so. And even when she wouldn't and he just wanted to carry the younger kid.

As they are pulling out of the villa grounds in the manner like one of those rampaging race car drivers would, with Kel doing the driving; each of the older brother had but just one thought in mind--Sam.

--

When they got to the hospital, Sam was basically whisked away from them the second they pulled over at the ambulance bay area. Dean wanted to go where they were taking the kid, but since he couldn't do that, the twins had to restrain him. It took awhile for them to do it too since Dean was rellentless and petulant. But they fortunately were able to somehow--even without getting themselves punched by their middle brother who looked like he was going to too. They both watched him walk away towards the direction of the opposite end of the hallway from where the emergency team took Sam, Dean. They the twins turn to each other right before they did the same thing too; follow Dean that way.

"You think he's going to be fine?" Kel asks his younger half with worry on his face. He even looked like he was on the verge of crying just then.

"I hope so." Pierce replies, but quickly reiterates it. "I mean, he is going to be. i just know it. Cause knowing Dean, if he isn't...he is so going to kick that kid's ass." he hears the boy beside him sigh heavily, making him look at him as they are walking towards the waiting room area where they saw Dean enter a minute ago. "He is going to be fine, Kel. He is a fighter. Luie even calls him a walking miracle, brother. And that guy is baby's doctor. So..." Pierce wraps an arm around his older half's shoulders. "...you had better believe it. He knows what he's talking about, okay?"

"You're right."

"I'm always right!" Pierce smirks with the smug response. Kel cranes his neck to catch his younger twin's face just then.

"Hey Dan?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we alright?"

"Let's see...about us, man..." Pierce looked away first before meeting his twin's eyes again. He pulls away. They stop walking and are standing in front of each other in the middle of the hospital corridor. Just as he was about to speak again, Kel beats him to it by cutting in.

"Are we breaking up or something?"

"Not by a long shot, brother." Pierce replies, "We just sort of hit a snag or something but...we're never gon'na break up. I promise you that. I'm sorry, okay? For sniping at you and acting like a total jerk! I saw how surprised you look when I did what I did, Kel. I knew it hurt you, I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Forgive me?"

"Dan, I'm sorry I had to imply out loud and to your face no less, just how disconnected I feel we are right now. I didn't mean to hurt you. You know me well enough brother, that I would never hurt you, not for anything. But it's just the way I felt somehow--been feeling lately." Kel looked apologetic and contrite; he looks even more saddened now in addition to how he already looked earlier with the fact that Sam is in there.

"Kel, as much as I hate to admit it, man...I feel the same way."

"You do?"

Pierce saw the flinch Kel did after he heard that from his baby twin. It made him feel the prick in his chest for causing it. He reaches in and placed a hand on the older boy's shoulder.

"But like I said, we're not breaking up. So you don't have to worry about losing me, alright--or being alone. Cause I'm always going to be here, brother. We're gon'na beat this thing together, okay? You and me. The whole way. Like I said earlier, it's a snag. But we'll get out of it. And I promise you it's not just us both going through the motions here." he found the need to pause for awhile after a couple of nurses passed by; after they did, he turns to Kel again. "I mean, us both coming from different worlds and all that? It was just bound to happen one day, I guess. And what happened between us? I do believe that it was some sort of separate attempt from both our ends, that the both of us had to do in trying to get settled within each other again. Like we were back in this other world where we both did exist in at the same time. If you know what mean?"

Two beats passed between them before Kel responded.

"Not really, but if it means somewhere in there that we're going to be fine again, then I'm all for it, Dan."

"Have you been listening at all while I was talking earlier?"

"I had been listening, Dan." Kel tells him with a serious look on his face; telling Pierce that he was being truthful and sincer about it.

"Okay...I believe you. And yes it does mean that we're going to be fine again, Kel."

"Does this mean that I'm forgiven?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, Kel." the younger of the two replies; only to correct himself soon after, "Well maybe for the part when you hurt me with the 'feeling disconnected' bs--let's say you actually did. But then I also hurt you when I did what I did--so basically we're both at fault. But if you'll be willing to overlook all this, I'm going to be willing too. By then we can start the healing process...or...something to that gist."

"I'm in, Dan." he offers his hand to Pierce, who eyes it with a quirked brow. "What?" Kel had to ask innocently.

"Back in Hannah's world Kel, we seldom shook hands, man. We hugged."

"Yeah well, I'm still trying to work past the awkward phase here, Daniel. We just been to a fight."

"Dude, as I recall...you didn't do awkward back then. Just as Dean don't do gentle--at all. I mean with me, anyways."

Kel smirks to that right before he does grab his younger twin in a hug; Pierce automatically responding and hugged back.

"I love you, Kel."

"I know...I love you back, brother." he manages to tell Pierce right before they pull away from each other and eventually follow after Dean in the waiting room area.

--

Jeremy finds a spot beside Brandon. They are both leaning against the side of the van while they are waiting for Dean, Sam and the twins to get there. Both boys decided to wait at the restaurant's parking lot since they got bored all of a sudden not having who they both have as their common connection in there with them, which is Dean.

"Can I bum a cigarette from you, man?" Jeremy turns to Brandon.

"Sure." Brandon digs his hand in his chest pocket; he clicks his tongue. "Damn, must have left it in my other coat, dude--with my pipe and my pcp. Sorry?" he turns to Jeremy with a cheek-purse. Jeremy smirks. "god, aren't we bored?"

"I know I am." Jeremy sighs. "Although, I do wonder now why none of us do drugs, dude? Or smoke..."

"Cause it's a bad habit. I'm not sure."

"For bad asses who don't smoke, we sure do smoke a lot of people, man!" Jeremy nudges Brandon who caught what he meant; it made them both smirk.

"That we do, man!"

"So what do yout think is taking them so long, B?"

"I tried calling Dean's phone--he's not pickin' up. Tried the twins and Sam's...they don't answer either."

"Have you tried the villa?" Jeremy asks him while opening the passenger door upfront and perching himself shotgun.

"I did. Fantille said they already left--in a hurry."

"It only took us 15 minutes to get here, B. Do you think they got lost or something?"

"I don't know, man. Do you think we should be worried or something?"

"If something bad did happen, I'm sure one of them would have called one of us."

"Why don't you try calling Dean again?"

Jeremy, as requested by Brandon, tried to connect to Dean again, using the vehicle phone this time. But then it only yielded the same result. No answer. He turns to Brandon who was looking in the van through the open door.

"I'm worried, man."

"You think we should tell Ted?"

"What do you think? Should we?"

Brandon went thinking mode and then came up with,

"W.W. D.D.?"

"Huh?" Jeremy asks him with a confused face.

"Dude, What Would Dean Do?"

"Oh. That's what that meant." Jeremy smirks, "Nice touch."

"What, so do we tell Ted? Do you think Dean would want us to do that?"

--

Dean is standing in the window--loooking out with a blank look on his face. It was what the twins immediately caught the minute they came in the waiting room area. The twins caught each other's gaze before they both walked over to check on their middle brother.

"Hey Dean--"Pierce started.

A hand on his shoulder, made him snap out of his momentary catatonia. Just as he turned to face his brother, a lonely tear drop escapes him. Both twins never missed that. It made them both hurt more.

"I've been thinkin', Dan..." Dean began.

"About what, Dean?"

"What Sammy was talking about earlier and I think I get some of it. It's about that stupid nightmare he's been having lately."

"Dean, doesn't he always have them which is basically why you sleep in the same room, man."

Kel after hearing that, felt like walking away to give the brothers a non-awkward environment to talk in. He knows his evil self had a lot to do with the nightmares Sam has; he felt his guilt waking up again. But after he realized that neither Dean nor Pierce were even giving him any inkling to feel bad about, he decided to stay put. His brothers, ever since the crossover, neither of them don't even treat him like he's any different from them; especially not by Dean. If anything, they all treat him like they would each other. They don't see him as the evil incarnate that he was in the real world.

"It's a different one, Dan." Dean speaking up again made Kel snap back to reality. "He woke up one time saying over and over that I was going to walk away from him. Jake dreamt it too, dude. I mean, he was inside baby's head. They both saw me walk away."

"Dean, we both know you'd never do that." Pierce assures him.

"I know. I just wish Sam would keep knowing that though." Dean says sadly. "I'm beginning to think that he doubts me sometimes, man. And it hurts." After having said that, Dean goes back to staring out the window.

"What else did Sam say about the dream, man?" Pierce asks his brother again, if only to keep Dean from heading straight into total catatonic state which worries him immensely.

"That's all there was to it about the nightmare. But earlier though, before he passed out, he was apologizing about not bein able to stop somebody from doing something. I don't know. He said I'd think he's..." Dean stopped himself even before he said the word 'gay' out of his mouth. And glad that he did; he was careful not to hurt Kel by doing that.

"He thinks you'd think he was what, Dean?"

"Not sure. But he did mention Kel was gon'na get hurt somehow and he doesn't want that to happen..." Dean avoids the twin's eyes and made his way aroud them towards the long couch and sat down. Burying his head under his arms.

"What do you think that meant, Dean? And how--how supposedly is Kel going to get hurt?" Pierce further asks as he took a spot next to Dean on the long couch, leaving Kel standing by the window.

Dean lifts his head up and faced Pierce.

"I'm not Sam, Daniel! So I don't know what to tell you here!" he barks from out of nowhere. Anger sparking in his eyes.

"DEAN!" Kel blurts out; and his tone, for the first time that they heard it since the crossover, scolding. It both made Dean and Pierce turn to him before they caught each other's gazes. They were just as surprised as Kel was. The middle brother averts his gaze away from Pierce first. He reaches in to give his brother a squeeze on the knee with his apology.

"Sorry. It's not about you, man." Dean softly muffles under the stoop he buried his head in again. "I'm just worried about Sammy..."

Kel flinched at what he did; scolding Dean. He was expectant to get thrown across the room just then, courtesy of the middle brother, only--it doesn't happen. Instead, Dean acknowledged the scolding for what it was; that he deserved it.

"It's good, Dean. We're good." Pierce assures him.

--

Half an hour later, Dean at the hallway decided to call Luie. He knows he should have done it earlier, but since he got too caught up with his emotions, he forgot. But he just remembered; so he's on it.

"I'll be there in 5, son." Luie tells him right before he hung up; Dean took the phone away from his ear and gave it a once over.

Pierce who had just walked over to him. He noticed the look on his brother's face just then.

"You look like you just swallowed a bug, Dean."

"I just called Luie."Dean deadpans him.

"He's flying over?"

"He said he'll be here in 5."

"5 days? Dude, it took us ages to get here but I don't think it took us that long. I mean he can't have meant 5 hours either. Or 5 minutes."

"That's exactly what he said! 5 minutes."

"You just said he said 5, Dean."

"I don't know. I'm probably delirious. I'm not thinking straight." Dean gruntles.

"He can't have morphed into superman while we were here, or have he?"

While they were talking, Dean felt Sam's cell phone vibrate in his pocket. He expected it to be Jeremy again, or Brandon--the two having been calling and texting them for several times in the past several minutes. Only it was neither. The middel brother read 'Steven' on the screen. Steven sent Sam a text message. Dean opens it.

Sam, I need to see you. It's urgent, man. I need you to do your thing and get here as soon as you can, kid.

--

Steven's phone rang in his hand as he is behind the wheel of his ride. Reading Sam's name on the screen, he quickly picked the call up.

"Sam--"

Only... it wasn't Sam at all.

"What the f*** do you want with my brother? And who is this?"

It was Dean. And he sounds pissed. It unnerved the other boy that much, hearing Dean's voice, that he actually caused him to drop the phone. The middle brother is at the hospital parking lot, pacing like a raging bull out to maul the matador.

"Seriously, man--I'm gon'na find you and kick your ass if you don't tell me what the hell you would even be communicating with my little brother all the way to Paris for?" Dean angrily snaps at Steven.

"Dean, it's not what you think..."

"Oh yeah? Humor me. What DO I THINK this is, you little bitch?"

"I'm not looking for any trouble here, man. I'm not the bad guy--at all."

"I'm sure you're nothing but a stand-up guy, just minding your own business." Dean scowls, "And 'do your thing'? " he cuts in futher, "What the hell did you mean by that, my harmless yankee friend?"

"I know about what Sam can do, man. The porting. I know about it and everything else..."

"HOW? How the f*** would you know about that?" Dean felt the need to swallow the hard lump that formed in his throat after hearing that Steven knows about Sam's ability.

"He told me...he told me when he came to see me, Dean..."

"Sam. Sam went to see you? When? And who the hell are you anyways?"

"I'm Steven. I know Ricky. She use to be my girlfriend...I know Sam through her."

"What does Sam have to do with you and Ericka? Is this some payback on my little brother cause she broke up with you?"

"No, man. It would seem that way. But no...it has nothing to do with her. I give you my word. It's all about Sam."

"Right. I'm sure it is." Dean mocks, "When did he see you?"

"Yesterday."

Dean with a snarl on his lip, angrily flips the phone shut after hearing that; and no sooner had he done that when the next thing was, he spun around and put his fist through the wall.

Four:

"Alright, had anybody seen Sonja?"Eloise comes out to Jeremy and Brandon at the parking lot. "I need to have her check on those guys back at the villa. I have this strange feeling somehow. I don't like it."

"Spidey-senses a' tingling, Peter Parker?" Brandon blurts out to which Eloise purses his cheeks at him for, he backs down. "Sorry."

"She hasn't been out here, Ted."Jeremy replies.

"Okay, I've tried calling Sam's phone. He's not answering. Tried Dean's--the twin's..."

"Let me guess? They're not answering too, huh?" Brandon finishes for Eloise.

"You tried calling them too?"Eloise asks him.

"We both did." Jeremy answers for the Mac boy."Do you think something happened back there, Ted? You want me and Brandon to go back for them? That way we don't worry the rest for nothing should it turn out that Dean just got lost or something cause he didn't want to stop and ask for directions?"

Eloise and B had to smirk to the smart-mouth from Jeremy.

"I'm being serious you two." Jeremy scolds them.

"I'm sure you are." Brandon narrows his eyes at the Stahl boy.

--

Dean cut the call with Steven right before he punched the wall at the parking lot. After which with a bleeding knuckle, he goes about punching something else; another phone number. It was picked-up right away.

"I need you. Get here, now!" the boy's tone is urgent and authoritative. Normally if it had been any normal given situation, that tone would have owned him a long female locks and a pair of boobs much like the last time; only since, he sounded more serious and worried, which the person on the other end of the call immediately read--he was excused. Dean flips the phone close after getting the order out and then he resumes pacing. Much like what he was doing earlier.

Two seconds later and he is face to face with Sonja.

"Dean, what's going on?" her eyes strayed to the front of the building, after which when she realized it was a hospital--and after she saw the look on Dean's face and the puffy eyes he was sporting; the white witch immediately turned just as worried and serious. "Oh my god, what happened? Is it Sam?"

"I need you to do something for me." Dean ignores the question as he walked up to her and was inches away from her face.

"Anything, Dean. What you want me to do?"

Dean hands him his phone. Sonja, after reading Steven's name and number on the screen looks up to meet the boy's eyes. But even before she could get a query out, Dean already read her thoughts.

"Remember Steven?" Dean started, "Ricky's boyfriend."

"Yeah, what about him?"

"Sam--he went to see this kid yesterday. Baby ported to see him."

"Oh my! Why would Sam do that?"

"I don't know. And that's not the worst of it."

"It's not?"

"No? Sam may have told Steven more than the porting-thing."

Sonja gasps.

"I need you to take me where this kid is right now." the boy tells him.

"Dean, I can do that. You know I could--in a heart beat. But aren't you needed here? What if Sam comes to and looks for you?" Sonja reasons with him. "Why don't I just bring him here--to you? Won't that be much better? I mean, it's just a suggestion, Dean."

Dean gives him a thoughtful look with his arched brows that would suggest that he is really upset over something. Sonja even feels intimidated by him at the moment. Dean never looked the way he did before--to her.

"That sounds much better. Let's do that." Dean replies, but still holding on to his look.

"Okay, I'll be right back--Dean. You stay...oh my god!" she gasps. Dean followed her eyes to the direction it was pointing at at the moment; "What happened--you're bleeding?"

It was his bleeding knuckles.

"Uh--" Dean bit his lower lip while thinking of a clever way to divert his answer from the truth; but there was not enough time."--cut it while shaving." he replies with wide-eyes for emphasis and a nonchalant shrug. Sonja, who has his hand in hers lifted her gaze and met his green pair which are giving him the fish hook on one-brow look. The girl in response gave him the pursed-cheek and the 'you're kidding right?' look. "What?" he asks innocently. "I shave."

"Right. I believe you do. But what do you use to shave you face with--a mower?" Sonja scowls, "And since when do guys need to shave their knuckles, Dean?"

"When they get too hairy. I don't know." Dean bats. And cue in his normal face as he goes on story-telling mode, "I remember dad's friend from all the way back--he was from dad's unit when he was still in the marines. That guy? He has the hairiest knuckles I have ever seen on a human! He--"

"Dean, the only details I care to know about, right now--revolves around how you hurt your hand!"

"Dude, I told you!" he answers her back petulantly--scrunched-up face and all, while trying to pull his hand away, but she held on. "I need to talk to that kid, Sonja! We're wasting time here!"

"We're not wasting any time, okay? This is just as important. We need to fix your hand first before you bleed to death. And I know you need to talk to this kid, Dean. And you are going to. Trust me. Just let me work my mojo on your cut first and then you can talk to this Steven fella, okay?"

Dean doesn't answer her verbally but does manage a garbled and gruntled 'okay.'

"I can't hear you, Dean."

"OKAY! Okay?"Dean gasps, "god, you can really be annoying when you want to, huh lady?" he blurts out, "Happy?"

"I wouldn't go as far as saying that I am, Dean." she tells him, "Okay, now stay still for me?"

Dean does and after she cradled his bleeding knuckles with both of hers, seconds later--the cut was gone.

"We should go to war together, lady. That way I can't die. You can't die too. Considering you--"Dean started to suggest, only she disappears from in front of him with a head shake and narrowed eyes even before he finished. "--already did."

The second Sonja disappeared, Dean returns to upset mode. He resumes pacing too. His mind is trying to get around his baby's reason of going to meet Steven by himself. That and just what the kid Steven has on Sam in making the kid tell him everything about himself.

'What did you do you bastard?' Dean fiercely growls in his head, clenching and unclenching his fists on his side. 'What did you do to my baby brother? I swear if you did something to him--anything. At all...to make him come out to you just like that about what he can do--I am going to kill you!'

Several minutes into the pacing he was doing, he almost bumps into Pierce and Kel who gave him the eye. Quickly followed by the twins landing their gazes on wall behind their middle brother. Dean had been standing way too close to the blood-smeared parking lot wall which was basically screaming ‘he did it' all over the place while pointing at the middle Winchester boy; now if only the wall could talk and had fingers. But since it didn't. It couldn't.

"Dean, are you alright?" Pierce began, "Did something happen here?" he walks around Dean and went closer to the wall; scrutinizing it while at the same time, sneakily tossing quick glances at his brother's hands as well; expecting to see blood on either one, suggesting that what they suspect to have happened is true.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks in return, feigning innocence.

"Did somebody get massacred here, man? What with all the blood and what-not." jutting his chin in reference to the bloody wall. "A gigantic mosquito perhaps?"

Kel wanted so much to stifle his chuckles in after hearing that from his twin; considering how inapprpriate the situation is. But since he is made of the same genetic structure as Sam, the kid having been born with an enlarged funny bone in every part of his body not just on his elbow; that in as much as the slightest thing that catches his attention that is remotely funny--he automatically enables in a second? Kel unfortunately has it just as bad as he does. Which is exactly what the boy did. He busts out a chuckle which he tried to cover up with a cough, but failed.

Dean and Pierce both give him the stink eyes. The boy quickly bites his lower lip in the attempt to avert his chuckles away.

"Sorry. It was funny."

The other two boys deadpan him and goes back to facing each other.

"What actually happened here, man?"Pierce asks again, this time, seriously.

"Why must you right away assume I had something to do with it? Just cause there's blood involved--is that it? You think I'm that blood-thirsty, Dan? You think it would be that easy for me to swing my fist at just anybody? Shoot first ask questions--never? Do you think I am that evil, Daniel?" Dean started his tirade.

"Yes." came Pierce casual, non-thought of response.

'Dani--' Kel blurted in his head. His breath caught after he heard Pierce respond in such a blatant manner. He expected for Dean to punch his twin right then, only that didn't happen--at all.

"Yeah, that does kind of sound like me." Dean muffles as he walks around Pierce; resuming his pacing.

"Glad we're on the same page then, Dean."Pierce tells his brother. "So--"

"Remember Steven?" Dean face his twin brothers.

"I don't know him, man. Sorry." Kel replies.

"He's Ericka's boy, right?"his younger half answers after he did. "That Steven?"

"Yeah."

"What about him? IS he here?" Pierce is following the middle brother with his eyes the same way Kel is doing; the twins are standing beside each other.

"Sammy went to see him, yesterday." Dean sighs heavily first, right before he tells the twins what he knows about Steven.

"So, he is here." Pierce lands a hand across his brother's chest to make Dean stop pacing. "What did he do, man? Did he have anything to do with Sam being in here?"

"I don't know. But if he does--both my fists are gon'na have his name on it." Dean threatens.

Kel is just quietly listening in with wide, curious eyes.

"Why don't we make sure for ourselves if he does or not, man? He is here, isn't he?" Pierce cuts in.

"No, he's in the Plains. Sam ported to see him yesterday. Which is why I am so damn pissed-off, Dan! Why would Sam even tell this guy about that--that he could port? or anything else for that matter?" Dean resumes pacing again. "He told him everything, Daniel."

"Every--" Pierce blurts out. "What do you by mean, everything, Dean?"

"By the sound of things...how that guy was talking earlier...it could mean just that, Dan. Everything there is to tell. Sammy told him everything."

"Dean, do you think he knows hoodoo, man? He used it on baby or something? 'cause Sam wouldn't be stupid enough to do something like that!" Pierce defended of the kid. After having said what he wanted to say, that's when the younger of the twins felt cold all of a sudden. When he turned his head to his side, he caught Kel's pale face. His twin looked like he was about to cry just then. "Hey--you okay?" he reached his hand in and touched his brother on the shoulder; making Dean turn to the boy as well.

Kel met his eyes, Pierce's and then Dean's.

"You alright?" the middle brother this time, asks him too.

"I'm--I'm good." Kel stutters.

"You sure, man?" Pierce worriedly asks again, "You want to sit down or something?"

"No, I'm sure I'm alright." Kel assures them.

"I asked Sonja to bring the kid back here. They're gon'na be back in a minute." Dean speaks up, still eyeing Kel worriedly the same way Pierce is. "Are you sure you're gon'na be fine, Kel?"

"I'm golden, Dean." the older of the twins assure him s again.

--

Steven who was about to leave his bedroom just then had the misfortune of having Sonja pop up right in front of his face; making the boy slam himself against the wall in the hallway of his apartment.

"Oh my god!" Steven cries out as he was shimmying his way, away from her.

"Don't be melodramatic! I don't look that scary!" Sonja tells the kid off.

"You're--where did..." he started to ramble, only to remember that Sam had just done the same thing the day before. He straightens himself up and tried to calm down, "--you're Sam's brother's girlfriend, aren't you? You're--you're Sonja...Sonja Davies?"

"Well, it seems Sam did tell you a lot, didn't he?"

"He kind'a had to. Look, it may seem like I'm doing this as payback or something--but it isn't, alright?

"Payback? Why would I take it as that?"

"That's what Dean thought...he thinks I'm doing this to come at Sam cause Ricky broke up with me because of him.But it's not that at all." Steven defended of himself. "If I wanted to hurt Sam--like those guys wanted me to do? I wouldn't be here right now explaining my side of the story. I'd have already hurt Sam like they wanted. But like I said, I'm not out to hurt the kid."

"Explain to me then why you're even doing this? Why help Sam? And what would he be needing your help for--with what?"

"Sam said you can do that thing where you can read minds without even having me talk...I guess if you did that on me, you'll see for yourself that I'm not a bad guy."

"Maybe I'll do just that. But if I find something out of place--even just a lil bit...I am going to erase your memory. Every last one. You'll end up like one of those living dead people you only see in the movies. Do you hear me?"

Steven nods.

Five:

"Dean--oh my god!" Jeremy blurts out excitedly after he finally got a response from his brother. "I have been calling you for a million times, man. I have practically grown old waiting for you to pick up! Brandon has been trying his luck too--oh and so has your big brother Ted!"

"My big brother Ted?" Dean was game enough to tease with a smirk breaking out of him.

"Our big brother Ted, Dean. You know what I mean. Hey! I rhymed just then?"

"Yeah, I believe you just did, Dr. Seuss!"

"So you finally realized that the guy is a writer and NOT a real doctor. Good for you, man." Jeremy had to comment, "So was it Sam or Jake?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The one who pounded that truth into your skull? Who was it?"

"Nobody. It was just me. I figured it out for myself, dude. Did some digging--research here and there..."

"It was baby, huh?"

"Yeah, it was Sammy. That kid can be a nuisance when he wants to."

Jaremy smirks. "Figured it was him. Cause Jake maybe all that bright and shiny--"

"Like a new penny." Dean cuts in.

"Yeah, just like a penny!" Jeremy had to agree with a chuckle, "Good one, Dean! But inspite that, that boy sure don't like to read much, let alone know who Dr. Seuss is. Well except for on-line stuff. THAT he loves to read." The Stahl boy, hears smirking on the other end of the call.

"Yeah, that boy has the early signs of--" Dean started.

"Gingivitis?" Jeremy cuts in with a smirk forming on his face.

"--turning into yours truly, dude."

"I couldn't agree more. He's just as annoying as you too now."

"Ah! Years of practice, Muriel." Dean says proudly of Jacob.

"I bet." Jeremy then remembers the urgency of his call to Dean, "Ooooh, TED!"

"He had a baby yet?" Dean smirks.

"No, hasn't had a baby yet--but in more or less four months, his wife is gon'na. And I'll be an uncle by then! WE'RE all gon'na be uncles--boy, is she going to be spoiled rotten--that lil chick!" he would have rambled out of topic again, only this time, he pulls on the reigns. "I have got to stay focus when I'm talking to the likes of you, man. Seriously."

Dean could be heard chuckling on the other end of the call. "Oh yeah, why is that?"

"You distract people out of their concentration. It's like staring at the sun with you, Dean--only I'm not actually staring at you now, but talking to you--with you being a distraction? IS just as bad."

"Dude! That's exactly the same thing this chick said to me one time when I hung out in a bar way back then?" Dean blurts out excitedly as he pointed that out to his brother, even snapping his finger for emphasis.

"You hung out in a bar? I didn't know you for the bar-hanging type of guy--no, wait! There it goes again, man! What IS that? DAMN IT! And dude, you're not even a girl. I wonder what exactly your powers would do to a guy if you had been one, man."

"I'd probably gotten away with murder." Dean says smugly.

"Yeah, you most probably would, Dean. I mean should you--" he cuts himself in, "--what the hell am I enabling you for?" Jeremy grimaced, the middle brother is chuckling like crazy at him. "Dean, Theodore, OUR brother? You know him very well enough--how he is soo going to kick your ass for worrying him like that, dude! You do know he is partly pregnant too by association to his wife, right? With you worrying him the way you did earlier--you could have made him lose his baby, man! What the hell is wrong with you?"

The Stahl boy is practically yelling on the phone at Dean, the middle brother had to actually felt the need to take the phone away from his ear and give it a once-over before he puts it back to his ear again.

"Muriel, enough with the drama, you queen. Don't ruin your make-up now, you." Dean finally cuts him in.

"Where are you?" Jeremy cuts him in.

"I'm at the hospital right now. I mean, WE'RE at the hospital." Dean is actually minutes from going back to his angry-at-the-situation, worried-about-Sammy self earlier, only the phone call from Jeremy pulled him out of it momentarily; Jeremy distracted him.

"WHAT?" Jeremy cries out, "What happened? IS everything alright? Did you have an accident or something--"

Dean smirks, "Yeah, had an accident. Danny peed his pants." when he heard Jeremy actually resorting to cursing on the phone at him, " he pulled on the brakes to his teasing, "JEREMY! No accidents, alright? We just had to drive over for some tests, is all. No need to fall out of your chair over it." Dean tells his brother off with a straight tone. But he very well knows that is not the case at all. Sammy is at the hospital; hence, cause for falling out not just from off a chair but a building. But since he knows that should Jeremy start noticing the worry in his tone, that it won't be long before the bad news reaches Dreamy Jean and the remaining 2/3rd of the triplets; and he very well knows too that that would be the last thing Sam would want to happen. The kid will just blame himself again; so, the middle brother instead decided to turn it into something else instead. How he is even going to keep everybody else from finding out about it--he still doesn't know yet.

"Is it Sam, Dean?"

Jeremy's voice broke through his thoughts just then.

"No. The tests are for me."

"Dean, is your head bothering you, man? Is it the tumor?" Jeremy ask just as worriedly as before when he asked about Sam. Dean flinched to that. He forgot that he just had been sick himself too.

"I wanted to wait for awhile longer before I told anybody about it, but since you caught me--guess telling you now is just as good as any." Dean began, he hears Jeremy attempt to hold his breath on the other end of the call, it made him smirk. "I'm pregnant, dude." the boy finally lets out, "Brandon is so going to be proud--but I haven't told him yet. So you better put a lid on it, you hear? I want to tell him myself that he's gon'na be a father."

"You are an ass, do you know that?" Jeremy growls; making his brother laugh out loud.

"I'll call you back later, man. Tell Ted everything is good here. We'll try and catch up later. But should we take too long back here, you go on ahead without us. But we'll try and catch up."

"What's the tests for, Dean? Let me at least have that, man."

"Sam had a bit of a situation earlier--but it's all good now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Dean, I want to be there."

"Jt, do this for me man, okay? I need you to watch out for everybody for me. Do you think you can do that?"

"The kid's my brother too, man."

"I know that, dude."

"It's not just a little situation with Sam, is it, Dean?" This time, Jeremy sounded a bit resentful. It took Dean a few seconds before he eventually said anything.

"Slightly more than a lot."

"I need to be there, Dean. We all need to be there."

"No. You know Sam, Jt. When he comes to and find everybody stuck in the hospital--he's gon'na blame himself for it. I don't want that. CAN'T have that."

"But Dea--"

"Jt, come on? You know where I'm coming from with this, don't you?"

"I don't know if this is such a good idea, Dean."

"I don't either. But just back me up, man. I have all the help I can get for now."

"The twins are with you?"

"Yeah. And Sonja."

"Dean, if Sonja's there--it most definitely isn't a lil situation is it?"

"I'll keep you posted, man."

"Damn it, Dean..."

--

Sonja is standing in front of Steven and she is reading the boy's head or everything she can read in there; not leaving out any detail. It normally would take her half an hour to do that before, but since she is starting to get stronger with her abilities--being in the presence of the twins, who are full-blooded warlocks, it was helping her big time, harness the positive energy she needs inorder to be stronger.

After five minutes, she's done reading the boy. She opened her eyes and landed them on him; Steven still had his eyes closed.

"Open your eyes."

Steven did.

"And? Do I pass?"

"You better stay good, kid. Cause if you don't--and you turn over a bad leaf against these boys? I am so not going to have a hard time turning you into a maggot, you hear me?"

"Sonja," Steven began, "I can call you Sonja, right?"

"Sure."

"Sam has an ability to turn me into that himself yesterday--him being a supernatural and stuff, and he could have. But he sure didn't. I'm not going to give him reason to. And seeing you're just as powerful as he is--I'm not gon'na screw it up with you either."

"Oh sweetie, that kid is thrice more powerful than I am, trust me. It's a good choice--what you made." she offers her hand. "Come on? You ready to go french?"

"Uh-not sure what you mean..." Steven takes her hand reluctantly.

"We're hitting Paris, kid."

"But I don't have my passport--" then he realized what she meant, "--porting, you mean? OH WOW, THAT'S AWESOME!"

"It is! Now buckle-up Cinderella! We wouldn't want you droppin' your glass slipper and breakin' it now, would we?!" Sonja teased the boy who gave him a roll of his eyes.

--

Kel and Pierce are watching their brother from a few cars away; they are still at the parking lot, waiting for Sonja dn Stevn to pop in. They are where they are at the moment, after Dean asked to be alone for awhile to think. Since they know they can never argue with Dean at the moment--or ever; they obliged. From where they are, they could both see the middle brother looking sad, worried and angry at the same time. They want to help but didn't know just how.

"Dan, has he always been like this with Sam?" Kel speaks up, he is sitting on the hood of one car parked nearby. Pierce is leaning against the same car, beside him.

"For as long as I can remember."

"It shows you just how much he loves the kid, dun' it?"

"Don't you?" Pierce met his twin's eyes.

"Yeah, of course I do."

"I know you do, man." he gives Kel a squeeze on the knee, "I love the kid just as much too."

"When we were kids, back in the real world..." Kel began, "...it had just been a few days after Sam came to live with us. He was like--this cute pink chunk of flesh running around the house, man. It was really cute!"

"I'd had loved to see him with the body fat, Kel. Cause right now--there isn't even an ounce on that kid."

The twins found that agreeable that they laughed about it.

"There was this one time, I was like eating my cereal--and he's just sitting on the couch next to me...all ten tons of him." that made Pierce chuckle, "And from out of nowhere, he just scoops his fudgy mits into my bowl, man. And then ate the cereal from off them. We found out that time he was lactose intolerant after he started pooping like crazy, man."

"Poor thing." Pierce says in between chuckling and feeling sorry for the kid. kel had to slap him on the back of the head lightly to scold. "Sorry. It must have been funny."

"It was actually." And then Kel started chuckling too.

"You're just as bad as I am, Kel!" Pierce pointed out.

"Anyways, there was this other time when Tony was like murderous at me after he busted in the den when he heard Sam crying his little heart out."

"What happened?"

"The kid wouldn't stop eating, Dan. He was like one of those roomba things. What he picks up from doing all his crawling all on the floor, he eats. I called him George the Piggy that day and Tony almost clocked me over it."

Kel couldn't say anything anymore after that; Pierce just wouldn't stop laughing. Dean's eyes wander towards the twins and caught Kel nursing his twin's back. Pierce looked like he is cryin' from the middle brother's stand point. Only the twins know better that he isn't; he is in fact laughing his heart out as opposed to what Dean may see at the moment. When Kel caught Dean looking at them; him at the moment being in a bit of a high for actually getting through recalling a memory of Sam without having the bad ones come too, playfully shrugs and mouths to their middle brother, 'He just realized he's engaged!.' And then his face breaks into a smile.

Pierce, although he didn't see Kel actually mouth it--heard it. As it turns out, Kel didn't mouth it quietly. He more like whispered it. Pierce straightens up and elbows him right on the gut for it.

The middle brother after seeing that, could just wave his hand dismissively at them. He then goes back to talking on the phone with Jeremy. But not without his face donning a happy appreciative smile the minute his back was turned from the twins.

And that's when the boy Steven and Sonja pops up right in front of him.

Six:

Dean, at the appearance of Sonja and Steven in front of him; immediately ignores even wandering his eyes for even a second on the girl, instead he totally zones in and zeroes in on the boy--that if the cliche had been true 'looks could kill' he had already been a murderer. It would be unlike all the other times he had resorted to taking a life in defense of his family in secret, it would be in broad daylight this time.

"Dean, he's one of the good guys." Sonja tells him even before he could say a word. That made Dean turn his eyes from Steven to her.

"How can you be sure?" he asks.

"I read him. And he's one of us."

"Oh I wouldn't be so quick to say that, baby." Pierce's voice breaks through the conversation as he and Kel are joining them. "Sure you read him and he may be a good person--but that doesn't make him one of us." he turns to Stevn, "No offense."

"None taken." Steven quickly replies, "I just don't easily get offended."

"Good for you." Pierce lightly punches the kid on the shoulder. "So by the way--"

"Yeah, man?"

"--who are you?" Pierce Winchester finishes.

Sonja read Dean's eyes just then, as if telling her to give him and Steven a chance to talk. She wanted to say 'no' but since the middle brother looked all too serious with given the situation at the moment--and since she knows that what Steven will be telling Dean has something to do with Kel; she couldn't do anything else but oblige. The white witch walks in between them, rounding up the twins along the way, without even allowing Steven to respond to Pierce's question anymore; and then she took them with her for a few feet away to distract them while Dean and Steven talked.

"Who was that kid, Sonjie? And why were you with him, huh?" Pierce asks his girl;"I should know about these thing, you know? Being your fiance and stuff." he points out petulantly with scrunched up brows. Kel cannot help but sigh out loud to that.

Sonja has her arm wrapped around each twin's arm as she dragged them away. She doesn't respond; just kept dragging them away.

"Danny, I'm sure she hasn't forgotten that you are, man." Kel bats, making Sonja chuckle. It was short-lived though. After she remembered their little situation, it prompted her to look over her shoulders at the two boys they just walked away from. Dean and Steven. And it was not just because she wanted to make sure they are still there and had not walked away to some secluded area; she wanted to check too, if the boy was still alive. And he seems to be; with Dean just talking to him.

oooooooooooooo

"What did you do?" Dean started, his eyes are like boring holes into Steven at the moment; making the kid step back.

"What do you mean--cause I don't understand the question, man..." Steven answers with a shaking nervous voice.

"Sammy wouldn't just go and tell just anybody about himself--let alone everything." Dean has him cornered against one of the cars there. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything to him, Dean. I swear with my life. Now I know it doesn't mean jack squat to you...but it's the only one I life I got, man. And with me swearing on it, don't you think it counts for something?"

Dean looks at him thoughtfully like he is reading him. And then he backs off.

"Seriously, dude--who says 'jack squat' anymore? How old are you?" Dean says as his back finds a spot next to Steven, who is leaning against the side of the car he was being cornered against to earlier. "But you're right. Your life don't mean anything to me, but it obviously means a lot to you...but still you swore on it. I guess I could hear you out first. And if I like what I'm hearing, I could let you keep it. But if I don't like anything coming out of your pie hole--you're losing it, buddy. Fair enough?" he turns to Steven. The boy swallows the lump that formed in his throat at both hearing and seeing Dean's threat and serious look respectively.

"F--f-fair enough...I guess."

"Glad that you see it my way then." Dean says, giving the other boy his trademark smug grin, "Now start talking. I ain't got all day."

The boy reaches in from behind him with still nervous shaking hands; and then he retrieves the item that he was hiding under his coat on his back. He offers it to Dean.

"What's this?" Dean eyes it.

"I couldn't understand anything at all--at first--which was why Sam told me everything. Had to tell me everything."

"You'd think you're making progress with me right now, "Dean started, " but you're really not. I still don't get anything and I'm getting impatient. Like I told you--I ain't got all day."

"Seeing them--like, live and in the flesh..." referring to the twins who are a few feet away with Sonja, "...it's like too surreal even now."

Dean follows his eyes to the direction of where he was looking at. And then with scrunched up brows he turns to Steven again.

"Why would you be looking at my brothers like that? You queer or something?"

"No..." Steven vehemently declares, "and I wasn't looking at them like anything!"

"Trust me. You were looking at them like something." Dean tells him. He looks at his watch. "I'm beginning to think this is a waste of time--"

"Parker Terence..."

At the name Steven mentioned, Dean felt his ears grow warm. The middle brother immediately gets his back off the car and grabbed Steven by the wrist. The boy whimpered at how Dean was grabbing his wrist. He tried pulling away but the older boy just held on tighter.

"He...he gave that...to me...took it from...from your old house..." Steven says haltingly as he is starting to lose the feeling to his hand, "Dean...I'm n-not one of them...you got to believe me...please?" the kid says almost teary-eyed.

"What's in it?" Dean asks calmly; but he is holding on to his fierce grip and glare.

"My arm--Dean..." Steven whimpers. And this time, he does start crying.

"You're gon'na lose it if you don't start telling me what is inside the f***in' tape."

"Amsterdam...what happened at...Amsterdam...please...please..let go?" begs the boy.

"DEAN!" Sonja by the time had come back after she saw from their location what Dean was doing to the boy. She told the twins to stay put but neither of them listened. They followed her. "LET GO, DEAN!" she orders him while trying to pry Dean off of the boy. But Dean only clung on tighter.

"Please...I'm not one of them...you got to believe me?" tears are streaming down the boy's face. "They wanted me to hurt Sam but I didn't, okay? I didn't want to..."

The middle brother let Steven go right after grabbing the tape from him rather too roughly. Sonja immediately attended to the kid.

"I told you he's not one of them, Dean, didn't I? What part of that didn't you get?" Sonja angrily tells him off. Dean glares at the boy and then at her. "What--you're turning on me too, Dean? Is that it?"

"Don't make me." Dean threatens her.

Pierce and Kel step in after snapping out of the momentary shock they were in earlier at what happened in front of them. Pierce tended to his girl to keep her from getting it on with Dean; while Kel stood in the middle brother's way to keep him from enabling Sonja's anger head-on with his own.

"Let's not do this again, please?" Pierce says out loud for the benefit of everybody. "Baby, Dean is my brother and I love him." he has Sonja's face cradled in his hands as he is making her look at him. "But then you're my girl, so guess what? I love you too. It just doesn't make any sense if two people I love would be doing this to each other--getting me all stuck in the middle, or does it?"

"I'm sorry, Dan." Dean calls out to his brother. "I'm j-just out of sorts at the moment--it wasn't..wasn't about Sonja." he says apologetically, he catches her eyes over Kel who was standing in front of him and Pierce's shoulder who was standing in front of her, "Sorry?"

"I'm sorry too, Dean." she answers.

"I didn't mean to get you upset at me, man." Steven speaks up, he is looking at Dean."I originally wanted to talk to Sam with you--but he came to see me by himself yesterday. I knew it was going to be a bad idea but he said he was gon'na try and handle things by himself for once--cause he didn't want L.A. to happen again. I relly didn't understand what he meant by that--I tried talking him out of doing things on his own, but he was...don't hit me, alright? But your little brother is a little stubborn...so I gave in. Showed him the tape."

"What's in it?" Pierce asks.

Dean wanted to stop Steven from saying it but he was too late.

"What happened in Amsterdam..." Steven says.

At that, Pierce, Sonja and Dean met each other's gazes. The three of them were afraid at the moment to look at Kel's direction.

"What happened in Amsterdam?" Kel broke through their thoughts just like that. He turns to Pierce, "Dan, what about msterdam?" he whispers. Pierce cranes his neck and looked into his older twin's eyes; he read the innocence in there about said topic.

"Uh--Sam...was kidnapped by...two lunatics and taken to Amsterdam." Dean quickly answers, "Right Dan?"

"Y-yeah. Two lunatics. But--but we got him back. Safe." Pierce stutters.

"Safe, right! Safe, cause--cause if he wasn't safe--we wouldn't have him with us right now, right?" Sonja nervously does an attempt at a save, she turns to Dean. "Right Dean?"

"Of course!" Dean says after taking a big gulp of air to his lungs. And then he gives his brother Kel a big grin. Kel is eyeing all three with a confused look. And then he turns to Steven.

"W-what they all said." Steven quickly says.

"Owkhay." Kel nods. "So--these people who took Sam video taped what?"

"Well, it's...it's kind'a hard to tell what was on the tape really." Steven says.

"Maybe I can do something about it. I know a thing or two about technology." Kel offers. "Me and Dan do it all the time--back in...time. So can I have a look-see, Dean?"

Dean felt his soul leave his body just then. He steps back.

"I--I don't think we need to do that." he tells Kel.

"Sorry, I was a bit imposing there, wasn't I?" Kel backs off, "Sorry, Dean?"

"No...no--don't think that, man." Dean tells him, "It's not you--it's not you, okay?"

Kel nods. Pierce gives his twin a squeeze on the shoulder.

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRTTTTT

Dean both heard and felt his phone ring and vibrate in his jacket pocket. So did the twins and Sonja. They all dug for their respective units and read the screen. Dean read 'Eloise' on his, Pierce read 'Jeremy', Kel read 'Jakey' while Sonja read 'Todd.' The four of them look up and met each other's gazes.

"So, do what do we tell them?" Sonja asks.

"We can't hang back for too long in telling them Dean." Pierce tells his brother. "They have a right to know."

"I know." Dean says, sadly.

"Sam will understand if you had to tell everybody Dean." Sonja says.

"I know that too..." the boy sighs heavily. He flips his phone open and took his call, "Yeah?"

Cue for the rest to take theirs too. Meanwhile Steven is just there, staring at Kel--in disbelief at how different he was from the evil version of him on the tape.

'I still can't believe your grandmother could be that evil for using you...' he says in his head, '...poor guy...'

Dean, as he was talking to Eloise on the phone is at the same time recalling the events surrounding what happened earlier; Kel not remembering Amsterdam. Oblivious to him, Pierce and Sonja were doing the same thing too.

i love it! poor kel :( more plz upadate as soon as you can :D i love it! poor Sammy never can get a break huh? :(

hey, sammy'sgirl! that's cause i love Sam sooo much! :lol:

oh hey I have a present for yah! here it is! this pic! :rolleyes:

And here's another present, girl! :D

Seven:

Jake is looking over his shoulder towards the entrance where he saw his big brother Eloise disappear to earlier. And then he gives out a real dramatic sigh before he started twirling the straw furiously in his iced-tea. Gabe who is drinking his soda quietly next to him, leans in to whisper to his brother's ear.

"Do you have to pee or something?"

Jake met his eyes.

"No."

"You look like you do."

Jake sits back in his seat and slouched petulantly like he usually does everytime something bothers him. A gesture all his brothers finds familiar in the boy's long list of spoiled-brat routine. They don't seem to be bothered by any of it most of the time; but sometimes, Jake gets too overboard with some of the things on the list--it more or less is the reason he ends up getting stuck in the bathroom sometimes courtesy of Dean 'the impatient' Winchester; who sees himself in the kid.

"Where is everybody, Gabe?" Jake spouted, "Sam--where is he? I miss him, you know? I know I saw him several minutes ago, but I didn't get to see him right before we left."

"Man, you are something." Gabe had to blurt out. "Do you do this to your girlfriends too? get all mushy like this?"

"I'll have you know I only reveal my delicate side to baby--and unfortunately to you."

"Unfortunately?" Gabe pouts, with a quivering lower lip; successfully pulling off his best imitation of the little cat, 'puss 'n boots.' Jake immediately fell for it; taking back the use of the word and evn giving his little brother a big hug.

Dreamy Jean who had been watching them from across the table, with Henry as her nanny for the time-being, can't help but muse at her two little brothers. And then she sighs mentally, 'I miss Eric...'

ooooooooooooooo

"And you just decided to tell me this-now, Dean? What the hell is the matter with you?" Eloise started, obviously irritably as it was evident in his tone, "The minute it happened earlier--after you've settled the kid down in that damn hospital-the first thing on the to-do list was call to me, Dean! That's standard operating procedure, man! You of all people should know that, damn it!"

"Yeah, cause I always got to be the careless-heartless brother in your eyes, don't I, huh?" Dean snaps back, equally as fierce. Pierce and the rest of the group with him heard him punch the side of the car he was standing in front of.

"You got that right, Dean!" Eloise just as equally fiercely as Dean was.

"Well pardon me for actually worrying about your wife's condition, big brother! I was actually thinkin' about her situation just last night-what with her bleeding and all, which for me was reason enough for this careless heartless brother of yours to decide holding back calling you about Sammy! Cause she really didn't need any more stress at the moment!" Dean bats resentfully. That got Eloise to simmer down. After he heard Dean's reason behind holding back calling them about there whereabouts and Sam's condition. "You know what-think what you want about me, man, but now is not the time to do soap. So if you want to see the kid-we're at..." he looks up at the name of the hospital. His face scrunched up after he realized that he can't say the name at all. He casually tosses the phone to Pierce beside him, without so much as a word. Good enough his brother had wrapped up his conversation with Jeremy just then; he was able to catch the phone. "...you read French, don't you, man?"

"A little." Pierce says.

"Tell your big brother the name of this f***in' hospital cause I don't do French!" Dean tells him while walking away. Pierce wanted to smirk to that but he doesn't. He looks up and mentally read the name of the hospital.

‘Arnaud Benoit Hopital...' he then puts Dean's phone to his ear, "Ted, you still there, man?"

"Listen, Dan-could you put him back on the phone? I need to apologize for-being an ass." Eloise contritely asks his brother. Pierce lifts his gaze to find Dean but the middle brother had already gone inside the hospital with Steven. "Uh, I'm afraid it's a negatory on the request, big brother. The grouch has left the parking lot."

"I don't blame him..." Eloise muffles on the other end of the call, "...my peace got away from me for a minute there. Listen, Dan?"

"Yeah, Ted?"

"Just tell me where you're at, and I give you my word I'm making it up to him once we get there."

"Ted, I don't think that's even necessary, man. Dean is too distracted with something else at the moment, I doubt he's even gon'na remember your beef with each other when you get here."

"What do you mean? Is it Sam? Damn it--is baby that worse off, Dan?"

"Ted, don't think that, alright? I heard positive-thinking actually works, dude. I've actually been doing that this whole time since we got here-so has Kel. Don't jinx it-or I'm kicking your ass. That's right, Mister. I'm kicking your ass! Me. Daniel Winchester is gon'na kick your ass!"

"Alright-alright-I'm sorry. But was I supposed to think with you coming up with Dean having something more important on his plate right now?"

"Ted, Parker is back, man. And he got this tape of what happened in Amsterdam."

"Wha--tape? What-h-how..." Eloise could see black spots in front of his eyes after hearing that from Pierce. He even wanted to pass out; only he didn't. But he was clearly hyperventilating.

"Keep doing that for half an hour and you'll be where I was earlier, man."

"We'll be there in half an hour, Dan. Where you at?"

"Arnaud Benoit..."

"Alright."

"Hey-Ted?"

"Yeah?"

"I'd appreciate it if you keep this to yourself for now."

"I know."

ooooooooooooo

Dean could see Luie Mendel coming towards him from the opposite end of the corridor on the second floor of the hospital. The boy has a big smile on his face and a look of surprise.

"Wow, when you said 5, I didn't really believe you. But I guess you showed me, huh?" Dean began, Luie met the boy halfway with a handshake but the boy gave the good doctor a big hug; which the older man reciprocates with a hug back. "Were you here this whole time, Luie?"

"My nephew, Gregory...you remember him?"

Dean, before pulling away, after he heard the boy's name, actually cringed. The last news he heard about Gregory happens to have been a bad one.

"Uh, sure...Luie. Dr. Dorian, I-uh...I remember him." the boy says as they are pulling away from the hug; Just as Dean was about to offer his condolences, Luie spoke again before he could even do so.

"He's having his therapy here. The hospitals back in the Plains don't exactly carry what the boy needed to recover from his injuries fast enough. We decided to ship him off here. And he seems to be recovering really well."

‘He's alive...' Dean mentally rejoices, ‘...the son of a bitch is alive!' he swipes his palm over his mouth in happy anticipation of relaying the news to his baby later on--since he knows Sammy will most definitely find that news worth being happy over.

"Dean-are you alright, boy?-"Luie lands a hand on the boy's shoulder. The middle brother seemed a little spaced-out for a few seconds, that the good doctor and Steven caught each other's gazes because of it. "Dean?"

"Uh-what?" Dean asks distractedly. "Did you say something, Luie?"

"Where's your brother?"

"They took him down there half an hour ago-"juts his chin down the other end of the hall, "--haven't heard anything from them since then."

"What happened, prior to this, son?"

"You know him well enough, Luie. He takes everything the hard way some times, even when he doesn't have to..." Dean says sadly. "...even when it doesn't have to be that way. But I'm not saying this ‘cause I've had it with him-or...how he takes things sometimes or something. Don't get me wrong, it's not that at all. I'll put up with that kid no matter what... you know that about me..."

"I do, Dean." Luie answers him.

"He sort of had a little visit with his past again." Dean says even more sadly.

oooooooooooooooo

After Luie and Dean separated from each other, he and Steven head for the waiting room area, which they had a bit of a long time finding since they can't very well read the french-labels the rooms go by in. But the minute they did find it, Dean found a spot on the smaller couch. And then he orders for Steven to sit on the long one, adjacent to where he was seated. He digs in his pocket and retrieves the small tape in there.

"Did you see what's inside this damn thing?" Dean asks the boy.

"It depends."

"On what?"

"If you're gon'na hit me if I did say 'yes'..." Steven replies.

"If you don't stop screwing with me, I still might. Did you f***in' see what's inside this f***in' tape? It's a simple question really. Did you or did you not?" Dean asks again, calmly, but with the intense glare back in his eyes again. Steven is being tempted to start bawling at the moment.

"Dean, they made me watch the tape...I didn't ask for this man. I give you my word about this. I'm not out to hurt your little brother, I swear it. I have a little brother of my own--I know how to be just as protective of him as you are of Sam. I know you can kill me right here--right now, man...I know you could do that...but if you did do that, it would be totally crazy, Dean."

"Oh is it now?" Dean scowls.

"Yes, it is. And we both know you're not crazy, Dean..."

"I won't be so sure about that."

"I know you're not, Dean...you're not. I can tell. You're just doing all this for Sam. You love the kid so much--all of you do. I can see that. That's why I know you're not crazy. And you're not going to kill me either, cause I'm really not the bad guy to reckon with, man. In fact I'm not a bad guy--at all. Please see that already, man? Please?"

Several minutes passed by without a single word spoken between them. Dean just sat there like he was reading the boy's insides; Steven meanwhile , as he was sitting there--with Dean reading him, can't pretty much do anything but let the older boy. He had no choice. If he wanted Dean to trust him--he has to play by the boy's playbook.

"What did you see in the tape?" Dean finally spoke after more or less 10 minutes of silence between them.

"I-ssaw...one of the twins...Kel...he-uh..." he stops and looked at Dean with teary-eyes, "...I'm finding a hard time with this, man. Do I really have to say it out loud? I mean--it's bad enough I had to see it."

"Just tell me this--did it go beyond...did something other than..." Dean grabs the bridge of his nose, "I can't ..."

But Steven knew what Dean meant to ask; he shook his head.

"No...it didn't go as far, Dean--"

Dean sat back in the couch and went staring at the coffee table in front of him. Several seconds later, he takes the tape in his hand and looks up at Steven.

"Did the son of a bitch mention anything about having another copy?"

"I d-don't know, Dean. I'm sorry..."

"Who else saw this?"

"That guy Parker and this other kid...Peterson..."

"Adam?"

"Yeah...that's him."

"Nobody else?"

"That I'm sure of. And--"

Dean's brows arched at the boy. "And?"

"The reason I wanted to see Sam is because--I found out from this friend that I asked to help me out that...the kid Peterson?"

"What about him?"

"He...he has your brothers' mom, Dean. Amy...Amy Crenshaw. He has her and he's planning on using her as leverage."

"Wait--what does she have to do with anything--with Sammy? I don't get it..."

"Dean, they're not after Sam...they're just using him. This Parker kid, he somehow found out about something that happened awhile back--to his little brother. And he's after Kel. And this Adam kid, because of what happened to his old man...he's after his twin, Kel's twin...Danny."

ooooooooooooooooo

Sam's eyes fluttered open. The second he did open both altogether, he lands them on the crisp light blue colored- ceiling. He then slowly lifted his head next to scan the rest of the place with them; he is trying to put a name to the place where he is at the moment.

'A place this clean and depressing could only be a hospital.' he sighs, 'Home sweet home, Sammy...' he tells himself sadly, '...just what everybody needed. Another L.A. courtesy of me...'

"Baby...please wake up already, kiddo..."

Sam's eyes widened. A smile breaks through his face as he looks around; unfortunately nobody was in there besides himself. But he just heard his big brother's voice clearly in his head just then.

"Deanie?" he calls out. No response. And then he remembers how it works. Just as Jake won't be able to hear him if he uses his mouth besides his mind--Dean, just like the last time, couldn't hear him when he doesn't use his thoughts. 'Deanie?' Sam calls out again, this time using his mind.

Eight:

Sam's face lit up the second the door opened and the first thing he saw was his big brother's smiling--relieved face. After the older boy told him earlier that he was just outside the door, in the hallway; and that he's just gon'na stay there for awhile so the younger boy can keep on resting for a little bit more; since then the kid would not quit being innocuously petulant not until his big brother gave up and came in. And that's exactly what happened. Dean gave up and came in, as requested by his Sammy.

"Hey Deanie..." came Sam's immediate form of greeting. Although he was smiling, Dean cannot help but see just what Luie's concern was all about that he told him about the kid the day before. Sam looked really weak. And the kid may not have noticed it himself but his voice was too. He has dark circles under each eye and he was a bit pale too. But Dean made sure though that the worry he felt didn't reach his face; that it doesn't alter his facial expression of relief at having been allowed to see his baby after a day of separation. Since he genuinely is happy at the chance.

As he sat on the bed, facing Sam; Dean immediately took the kid's hand in both of his and gave it a kiss. Sam did reach his hand out towards his big brother earlier which was what prompted the older boy to more or less dash alongside the bed to take it.

"So--" Dean began, assessing the kid's look with a quirked brow, "--you look uglier than usual." That automatically triggered Sam to chuckle; only it turned out to be a bad idea since a couple of seconds after the kid did--he also came about wincing while nursing his chest in a recoil pose. The kid's hand that Dean was holding on to, Dean felt his baby brother squeeze it after bouts of coughing came out and hit the kid. "Oh god...Sammy..." he gasps frighteningly. As just as he was about to access the call button, he felt Sam tug on his hand. He even manages to hear a distinct muffle from the kid.

"D-dean...d-don't...I'm...I'm okay..."

"Sam...you're far from okay, kiddo..." Dean says worriedly, "...it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Dean...they'll m-make you leave if...you...call them." Sam says haltingly and seemingly out of breath, "And...I don't want you to...leave me...please d-don't leave..."

"I'm not going to leave you, Sammy. I just want them to make sure you're alright first." he assures the kid while gently brushing the hair back from the kid's face. "I don't want you to be in pain, baby. And right now--you look it. It's hurting me too."

"It'll hurt more if you go..." the kid weakly added. "I'm...okay..."

"You know we almost lost you yesterday, Sam?" he gently wipes the tears that dampened the kid's cheek just then. "It was a nightmare for all of us. For me, baby."

"I'm--"

"Don't you apologize for it, I don't want you to. It's not your fault." he quickly cuts Sam in. They sat there in silence for several minutes with the kid toying with his big brother's hand. The older boy clears up his throat before he eventually spoke," Hey, I'm glad you're awake."

"Me too, D-dean..." Sam says in almost a whisper.

"Oh and everybody's outside, by the way, baby."

Sam's eyes turn sad all of a sudden as he is looking at Dean.

"Are they mad?"

"Why would they be mad?"

"You know why Dean..." Sam's voice trails off. And Dean swears the kid looked even sadder after saying that to him that it made his heart ache.

"Baby, nobody's mad at you. Nobody's blaming you for anything so there's no point to be feeling bad about anything, okay?"

"Dean, I did something."

"What--did you hit on that cute little nurse in ICU?" Dean pumps his brows suggestively at the kid to tease, even flicking Sam's nose playfully. "She's cute, baby. Awesome, even. I approve." he give up the thumbs up sign.

Sam reacted with a small smile to that while shaking his head. "No..."

"Aw, Sam-my...don't tell me you hit on that cute guy doctor in ICU?" Dean gives him a scrunched up face; when Sam would've started chuckling on that, Dean's face immediately paled as he nursed the kid's chest on reflex. He was expectant of another round of coughing like earlier. "Oh god, Sam--I'm sorry? I'm so sorry, baby. I'm an ass...sorry..."

"I'm okay, Dean..." Sam says in between chuckling softly. "...that was...funny...you just called a guy cute..."

"No, I didn't. You're hallucinating, ladybug..." he gives Sam's hand in his a pat.

"I'm not..."the kid defended.

"Yes, you are. You just can't tell, but you are."

"Dean, I'm not..."

"Trust me, you are. So--" he ignores the defense,"...anything hurting in there?" He is still running circles on the kid's chest, his free hand still clutching his baby's hand.

"I'm good, Dean. And I didn't hit on...anybody..."

"It's cause you're one big sack of bore, baby, that's why." he flashes Sam a big smug grin. "You know what, Sam?"

"No, what?"

"Even if you get stuck in an island with twenty hot and steamy women hot on your skinny ass--with you as the only guy on it? Any chick you'll have ended-up engaged with won't even have to worry about you cheating on her with any of those women!"

"Cause I'm one big sack of bore, right?"

"You got it, professor boredom!" he gives Sam a light pat on the chest.

"Gee thanks, Dean." Sam wrinkles his nose at his big brother.

"Oh you're welcome, baby."

Three beats later...

"Dean, I--" he pauses,"--I ported back to the Plains. I--I went and met Steven." the kid meets Dean's eyes warily. He hasn't stopped toying with the older boy's hand that he still has in his; that is since Dean would not let him go either.

"I already know that, Sammy."

"You do?" Sam softly muffles, "How did you?"

"Yeah, he called when you were in here yesterday. And...he told me."

"Dean...I told him...I'm sorry I did that. I don't know what came over me that time when I decided to port and see him."

"I know what came over you, Sam. It was that nightmare you were having--the one you kept having about me walking away and leaving you. That's what got over you--made you lose your head for a bit. But I'm still here, aren't I? It didn't come true. Won't come true."

"Dean, I don't know if you'd still stay if you found out about what Steven--"

"The tape, Sam. I know about that too. I know about everything."

Sam's eyes widened at the mention of the tape, he let go of Dean's hand. The middle brother's heart clenched to that.

"N-no...Dea-" the kid looked like he was about to cry just then as he was pulling away from the older boy.

"Sam--what was that all about?" he eyes the reaction, "This? What's all this, baby?"

"Y-you know about the tape? Y-you...saw..." The kid's breathing caught and he started wheezing; he is still trying to cringe away from the middle brother.

"NO! god, no...Sammy.." Dean immediately assures him, he caught the kid's hand in his again; he pulls the kid back closer to him. "Sammy, I didn't. Okay? I wouldn't. I wouldn't, baby...trust me."

Sam's face showed relief again as he squeezed on Dean's hand. This time, he allows himself to be pulled back to his big brother's side.

"I'm...s-sorry..."

"Don't be." Dean gets up from the bed, leans in and gave the kid a kiss on the forehead and on the cheek. Sam following him with his eyes the whole time. "Don't be."

"You're leaving--I said I was sorry, Dean..I didn't mean to let go of your hand just then...I'm sorry I did..." he squeezes on his big brother's hand that had already been inside his own, while catching with his free hand, Dean's wrist too. "Don't go?" he whimpers. He looked in the verge of crying again--just then.

"Sammy, I wasn't going anywhere, baby." Dean assures him. "I'm not."

"Oh..." Sam muffles, tightening his hold on Dean's hand.

"I promised you that, didn't I?" he affectionately strokes Sam's hand with his own as he cradles it inside both of his. Sam gave him a nod and a warm smile. Dean cannot help but appreciate that response. But inspite the effort--the older boy till cannot help but cringe at how weak and fragile the kid looked in front of him; even more than he ever looked before when he was in the hospital all those other times. Sam could not even sit up on the bed. He has been lying back on a stack of pillows the whole time they were talking.

ooooooooooooooo

Jake is sitting on the floor just outside Sam's door. Gabe is sitting across the hallway from him. The rest of the party are at the waiting room--even Dreamy Jean who just got there with Eloise after she finally deciphered what really was going on. Everybody tried to keep it from her the whole time, which was the day before; but being a smart lady--she got it. And demanded to be allowed to be there for her little brother Sam. She is in the waiting room along with the rest of the troop, minus the 2/3rd of the triplets who snuck out while they were all sleeping in there.

"Jake, what do you think Steven is here for?" Gabe asks. "Do you think he's a good guy--I think he's a good guy, yes?"

"I'm more curious as to how he even got here, Gabe." Jake sighs and then mutters randomly, "I miss Sam. I miss my baby brother, Gabe...I miss him so much it hurts. In here." he clenches his shirt, next to his heart.

"I do too, Jake. You know that."

"I feel like my guts are in a knot or something. But I don't know why." Jake says, "Do you think it's because of Sam being in here--or do you think something bad's gon'na happen? What do you think?"

"Sam being here isn't bad enough?"

"It is...but there's something else, Gabe. Besides that. I just can't put my finger on it...my gut hurts."

"You want me to call Luie?" Gabe asks in concern as he crawls next to Jake and felt the boy's forehead.

"Gabe, "Jake cranes his neck to meet Gabe's eyes, "--I feel like I did something bad. This is how I usually am whenever there was something I did that was..." he gestures with his hand like he was trying to come up with a better word.

"Bad?" Gabe blurts out. Jake makes a face.

"Yes! Gabe, BAD. Thanks." he shakes his head. "I did something, Gabe--I can feel it...I j-just don't know what it is yet."

"Jake, you're talking crazy, okay? You've done your share of bad before, kid and I never saw you like this. You never told us about this--you're gut and all."

"Dude, like you said--I did my share of bad. Do you think it would have been wise on my part to put up an add that my gut hurts cause I was a baddie?"

"You didn't do onthing, Jake!" Gabe tells him.

"Exactly, Gabe! I didn't do NOTHING! 'Cause I did something..."

"Oh you know what I meant just then, Jake!"

"Then how come my gut hurts like this." he curls up to nurse his tummy with a whimper.

"I'm calling Luie--" Gabe would have gotten up but Jake grabbed the kid by the wrist and hampered him. "--you look in pain, Jake. Do you really think it's wise not to do anything about it when Sam could easily feel it on top of the situation he is already in at the moment?"

"I'm fine. And he won't. I've been blocking him out since we got here. So don't worry about it--I'll live."

"You're a stubborn jerk, Jacob Winchester!" Gabe gruntles.

"Say,"a voice interrupted the brothers, "...did you just say Winchester?" the guy who was walking by in front of them stopped, turned around and came back to where they are after he heard the familiar surname. He is standing in front of the two boys who are both looking up at him with quirked brows.

"Who wants to know?" Jake asks.

ooooooooooooooooooo

"Dean, why do you think we can talk in our heads again?"Sam is snuggled to his big brother's side on his bed. "Is it what's left of your ability?" he asks. "Do you think after you told mom you wanted to live normal-without your ability, she took away one and gave you another?"

"I'm really not sure how I can talk to you inside our heads right now, baby. But I'm really glad I can. I was starting to go crazy out there waiting for you to wake up, in case you must know? A whole freakin' day without you is just too much, Sam..."

"I was out for a whole day?"

"Mmhm...like a light."

ooooooooooooooooooooo

"Are you?" the guy asks again.

"Maybe. But it depends on who's asking." the kid bats. He slowly gets up. Gabe does too. "Who are you?"

"Wow, he wasn't kidding about you. He caught the whole 'cocky-smart alecky-smart-mouth-you' dead-on. Front and Center." the guy smirks. The way he was acting and carrying himself with the cocky smug and confidence; the two younger boys cannot help but see their big brother Dean in the guy.

"What are you talking about--a 'he'?" Gabe, this time, joins in. "Jake--a 'he'?"

"I don't know--" he tells Gabe with a shrug and then he turns to the guy again. "Who are you?"

"Oh, manners. " he slaps his playfully slaps his palm to his forehead, "Mikey. Mikey Dorian." he offers his hand. "Greg's big brother. You do know a Gregory Dorian, don't you little fellas?"

With everything that has happened, and Dean not really being in a mood to talk to anybody about anything since they got there--and with Luie too busy himself, neither of them had even mentioned to the rest of the reason why the good doctor was even in Paris.

"Oh, hey!" Jake takes the older boy's hand in his. "So, I'm Jake! And this is Gabe, my little big brother!" he grabs Gabe by the arm to introduce him. "Say hi,Gabe."

Gabe elbows him before he does say 'hi!' to Michael Dorian. The older boy can't help but smirk to that.

"So, you--live here, Mike?" Jake asks.

"Nah...it's sort of like a temporary arrangement."

"Greg did mention you before. But he didn't get around to telling me where you were--or where you lived."

"So, him telling you about my hobbies would be unlikely too then, huh? "Mike bats.

Jake smirks, "Spunky. Nice!" he comments as he and Michael gave each other low five's for that. Gabe could just watch them on the sidelines. "So, what are you doing in Paris?"

"Greg's here. Therapy."

"For what?"

"Oh right, you didn't know..."

"Didn't know about what?"

"He sort of had a run-in with this lady doctor. One looney-ass chick too--the name's Kate."

"Dr. Kate?" Jake blurts. As they were about to engage in that topic, Luie pops up and interrupted the conversation.

"Son," he refers to Jake, "--where's Dean?"

"He's inside, Luie. He heard Sam calling him...wouldn't stop fussing unless he went in--so Dean did. I hope it's alright?" Jake says worriedly.

"Sam is not supposed to have any contact with anybody just yet." Luie shakes his head and then he walks past the group and went in the kid's room. Jake and Gabe met each other's gazes.

"I'm sure your little brother's going to be fine, guys." Mike gives Jake a squeeze on the shoulder.

"But Luie looked really serious, Mikey..." Jake muffles.

"Look at it this way, kid...my uncle was born with that face. It's his only one. His curse actually." Mikey says with a straight face and then he breaks into a grin; that made both younger kids snicker. But inwardly, Michael was just as worried as they are; he doesn't really know the Winchesters yet, but with how his Uncle was practically torn apart by the kid's condition when they got to talk last night, it was more than enougn reason for him to feel sorry himself.

Nine:

Henry just came back to the guys' table at the diner across the street from the hospital. Everybody was there with the exception of Dean who was confined with Sam at the moment.It's the second day of the kid's confinement at the hospital--yet nobody seems to be bothered about it. Neither was anybody having a bad time in just being there waiting for him to be up and walking again. In fact, everybody was there, all eager and waiting with open hearts for his recovery.

Sam's nightmare of everybody hating him for allegedly turning their vacation into L.A. again, proved itself to be unfounded. Everybody just loves him too much to hold anything against him.

The Matthewson boy found a spot next to Jeremy and sat down. They are all having lunch.

"So--due to the large number of visitors the patient in room 347 has, people had started to talk somehow and ask questions. And since I was there...I enabled." he informs everybody.

"Okay, I'll bite."Eloise answers in behalf of the rest. He is seated at the head of the table with his wife next to him. "Since nobody else is listening..."

"Oh we're listening, Ted." Gabe quickly raises his hand up. He is sitting next to Jeremy.

"And me." Jake had to say he was too after Gabe elbows him.

"So what's the 411?" Todd joins in, to humor Henry. The Williams boy is seated next to Sonja who is seated next to Pierce. Kel is seated next to his twin on the other side, with Brandon--next to him. Jake is sitting next to Gabe with Dreamy Jean on his other side. With Sam out of reach, the kid has been feeling fussy. Not wanting to be anywhere without Dreamy Jean--his surrogate source of calm.

"As I was saying earlier--these people? Who are asking questions and talking behind our backs? They were like thinkin' that they have a celebrity confined in there somehow." Henry further added, "And due to my careful research...I found out that, by degree of relation--or in our case, due to them wearing the same face...we actually do have a celebrity in Arnaud Benoit!"

"Really." Jake sarcastically blurts to himself to scoff at Henry; only it came out too loud.

"Yes, really, Jake." Henry says.

"Is it you, Danny?" Kel asks his twin.

"No...I'll have you know, I hate actors.." Pierce replies."IS it you?" he asks Kel in return.

"Uh, I just crossed-over. I haven't been here for that long yet."

"Yeah, you're right."

They both shrug at the same time in mutual agreement right before they turned to the rest of the people at the table.

"It's neither of us." they both say at once.

"It's not me either. I mean, myself having a twin too..." Brandon tells everybody.

"We know it can't have been you B. You're too boring an individual to be a celebrity. And Brenda is too--mean to be one." Henry tells him off.

"Hey! I still love that girl, you know?" Jake chucks a piece of bread at Henry. "But Henry is right, she really is a mean girl."

This time, Brandon and Mac chuck pieces of bread at the kid.

"So who's the celebrity already, Henry?" Gabe blurts out, making everybody turn their attention back to Henry again.

"Well, since the only twin package left unaccounted for here is Jake...it must be him." Henry says. "And it is him. We are in the presence of a celebrity, people!"

"I told you to steer clear from those blue candies in the vendo, didn't I?" Jacob scolds Henry, "They are not for weaklings. And Henry you're a weakling whether you admit it or not, man."

That made everybody laugh out loud to that.

"Oh my god, sweetie!" Dreamy Jean turns to Eloise, "He is starting to show signs of Deanirisms." she whispers. Eloise can't help but nod in agreement as he wraps an arm around his wife's shoulders and kiss her on the temple.

"Dean most definitely is contagious, honey..." the boy whispers back. "Our little Mary caught it too, unfortunately, if you remember?"

Dreamy Jean chuckles cause she does. She remembers instances back in Hannah's world where she saw signs of Dean present in their little Mary Liz.

"How might I be a celebrity, genius man?" Jake turns to Henry.

"Well, now I'm actually curious." Todd says.

"Jake is 'the airhead!'" Henry replies in response to everybody's curious stares.

"That's it?"Eloise blurts, "Tell us something we don't know Henry!"

"Hey!" Jake scowls, "Low blow, man!"

"Everybody knows he's always been that, man!" Mac joins in too.

"Dude, come on? Seriously." he turns to Jake who was sporting a pout now. "You're practically the poster boy for all airheads. Next to Dean! Is now really the time to get offended?" Jeremy speaks up.

"You're a blimp with hands and feet, Jake." Todd points out.

"Nooo," Jeremy interrupts, "...Dean is the goodyear blimp.Jake is more like a smaller version of him. Or something."

"Yeah, I know..." Jake muffles, "...but still." the kid's eyes widened for emphasis; making everybody snicker at him.

oooooooooooooooo

"Luie, please don't make him go?" was Sam's single plea to the good doctor and it immediately worked wonders. Dean was allowed to stay by Luie Mendel; only if he promised to not cause the kid any grievance, nor the slightest form of stress--at all. Dean crossed his heart, did the scout's honor gesture and even offered to give the doctor a big warm hug, which he did give him, and he was given permission. "Thank you, Luie." Sam calls out, although weakly, it was warm and genuine; which Luie appreciates very much.

"You are more than welcome, son. Now you rest, okay?" he tells Sam. He got a nod. Then the doctor turns to Dean, "Young man, don't make me regret this decision."

"A gentleman's..." Dean starts, "...something." and finishes with a distorted face since he couldn't find a way to get to where he was actually wanting to go with Luie just then. That made Luie chuckle as he left the room. Sam broke into one too. But this time, it's free of the bouts of coughing that hit him, unlike that of earlier.

"Shut up, Sammy!" Dean growls at the kid as he found a spot next to the kid on bed again. He had to leave the boy's side earlier after Luie came in; but now, since he has permission--he can freely snuggle to the boy without the need to jump up and hide should somebody come in the room again--which happened earlier, with Luie.

"Dean--"

"Yeah, Sam?"

"You really destroyed it?"

"Yeah, Sam...you don't have to worry about it anymore, alright? And whatever we need to fix--loose ends that need to be tied up? Just leave it to me, okay?"

"Dean, Parker is after Kel...but he's not the same person as he was... I don't want him to hurt Kel...he's already feeling out of place here. If Terry gets to him about what happened to--Mattie..." Sam is nursing his chest while he talked, Dean immeidiately caught this and cut the kid's talking with a hug. The middle brother pulls Sam in an embrace, burying the younger boy's face to his chest. Sam got the message to calm himself down. He read Dean right away wthout the words.

"I'll take care of everything, baby, the second we hit home. You have my word." Dean whispers in the boy's ear as he still had him in the hug, "But right now, let's make the most out of Paris, okay, princess?"

"Okay, Deanie..." Sam wraps his arm around the older boy's waist, as he was pulled closer by his big brother with whom he is the safest.

"That's mah boy!"

It wasn't long after Luie left, when the kid, after making sure that he wasn't going to be alone in the room anymore-with Dean giving him his word again that he wasn't leaving him; told his brother that he was going to go to go back to sleep. His body just couldn't take too much of staying up for that long just yet.

"I love you, Dean." Sam manages to whisper to his big brother before sleep finally claimed him. He is protectively in a snuggle with Dean on the bed, hugging around him just like when they were still kids. The older boy leans in and plants a kiss on the kid's top of the head and whispers back the same words.

"I love you, Sammy."

oooooooooooooooo

"So you're saying, Jake starred in a theatre production here in downtown Paris, playing the 'infamous airhead'?

"Uh-huh."

"And people came to watch him in it and recognize him for it now--three years later?"

"Sad, but true."

"People, with actual faces--came to watch him in that play?"

"Actual people with actual faces."

"Wow, dude--let me just say, that that is just--" Dean clicks his tongue, and shakes his head incredulously. "--stupid." He could hear Brandon laughing on the other end of the call. "I mean, Jake is my brother and god knows I love that boy--but who would want to watch him?"

"Dean, don't be an ass!" B scolds him.

"Naw, man? I'm serious." Dean's face is bunched up. He is talking to B on the phone inside the bathroom of Sam's private room. "That's just lame. I can't believe Jacob starred in a f***in' lame play--in front of people who can easily associate him to me. Oh god! I have to disown him for this now!"

"Shut up, Dean..." Brandon tells his best friend off with a chuckle. "If somebody ought to complain about this--it should be Sam. People are actually thinking the airhead is the one being confined in room 347, Dean."

"That's it, Sam is no longer a twin!" Dean declares, with obviously no venom to it.

ooooooooooooooo

"What do you mean you can't find that kid? Did you check his apartment?" Adam angrily spat on the phone.

"We did, man. He's not there..."

"Look harder, alright? We need that kid and that freakin' tape back!"

"I still can't believe neither of you thought of making a copy, Adam..."

"I know that, alright? Rookie mistake..." he scratched his head anxiously, "...by the way, any news from Terence?" Adam asks.

"Yeah, he just got news that his little brother's condition is getting better--from somebody that just came out of a coma that is."

"Good for him then. Anyways, I got to go. No excuses okay, Pedro...find that boy and bring him to me. If you don't--we'll, let's say, we can always snag his girl and smoke him out!"

Ten:

"So, Sam has to stay in the chair?The whole time?" Dean butt in after half an hour of Luie telling him the do's and don't's of 'caring for Sammy 101. He wasn't actually paying close attention to every word coming out of the older man's mouth--just the phrases involving Sammy's name. But somehow he does manage to deceive Luie that he had been listening the whole time, by nodding every once in awhile to imortant key points in the subject at hand. For the sake of pretending that he was listening, Dean has also mastered the art of sleeping while standing up and with his eyes open. And he is doing it all for Sam; forcing himself to actually stay in one place even after half an hour has passed without him doing much of anything but listen to Luie.

In fact sometime in between Luie's instruction time--Dean's mind had wandered through every floor at the hospital. He has only come back five minutes ago.

The middle brother is standing behind the kid's wheelchair at the moment, looking like an eager 6-year old with a runaway pushcart in front of him at the grocers. Looking at him--at Dean, although Luie Mendel trusts the boy with Sam's welfare without question, the boy being in fact Dean's property per se; still, he cannot help but feel all the more nervous and apprehensive at the set-up. But since he knows Dean well enough and the devotion the boy holds for the package at hand--which might as well be fort knox itself considering the value the subject has for the brothers Winchester with regards to its importance, he forces himself to push those feelings away--way way back to the back of his mind.

Sam could just shake his head and fondly muse at his big brother while he is listening in to instruction time.

"I mean it, Dean. Within the confines of the chair. Not near it--beside it--leaning against it. IN IT. He should not get up from the thing the entire duration of your stay at the atruim, you hear?"

"Got it. The entire time. No getting up. I promise. Not even to pee. Even if Sam himself tries to get a peep at getting up--it's a negative. If he does get up--I'm kicking his ass, Luie." Dean crosses his heart.

"Dea--" Luie gasps at this.

"I'm kidding!" Dean looks down at Sam on the chair in front of him; who leans his head back--meeting his gaze halfway; looking at his big brother upside down. "You know I'm kidding, right, baby?" Dean asks the boy the second their eyes met. He leans in and kisses the kid on the the forehead after Sam gave him a nod. Both brothers then turn to Luie and flash him with a warm genuine happy smile.

"No stress--whatsoever." Luie added. "Sam, can you promise me that you'll avoid it?"

"I promise, Luie." Sam assures the older man.

"Hm--" Dean does his thinking face while walking around Sam on the wheelchair and standing alongside it, "...so this means hard core sex with the cute little nurse in ICU is out of the question for him then, huh?" he even narrows his eyes in emphasis when he said this. Sam at this punches his big brother lightly on the gut.

"Oh god, kids these days..." Luie gasps at the blatant question that made him red in the face.

"Baby?" the older boy scolds Sam playfully. He is of course feigning hurt by grabbing his tummy area, but Sam knows better. Luie could just shake his head at the two. As the good doctor was walking towards the door. "The little bitch is already being retaliatory now--it's a good sign, isn't it Luie?" Dean calls out to him. Luie turns to face him.

"Extremely." he replies.

"Awesome!" Dean turns to Sam and asked for a low five, which he got from the kid. "Oh and hey, Luie--" he calls out to the doctor again, who was about to already close the door behind him at that moment.

"Yeah, Dean?"

"Sam's no good to go with the stress, right?" Dean began.

"Yes..."

"But I am, right?"

"I can't say for sure. You seem to be. But we can get some tests done on you too, Dean, just to be sure. Are you feeling okay though?" Luie asks in concern.

"Oh god, Dean...don't do this..." Sam softly whispers as he stoops his head to his chest. He knew exactly where it was gon'na go with Dean.

"Oh no, I'm good, Doc." Dean assures Luie.

"Then what's with the question, son?"

"Since Sam can't have the stress--and I still have some extra room for it?" he pauses for a second, "If he can't--" refering to Sam, "I can have a go with the hard core sex, right?" the door closed with a loud thud after Luie. He laughs out loud to the reaction he got from Luie. "LUIE! Oh come on? I'm kidding here!" the boy calls out after the doctor, he is still laughing maniacally.

At the background, Sam can be heard leaughing too.

oooooooooooo

"Dean, you are truly an awful person." Sam tells his big brother as he is being wheeled down the hallway to the elevator. They are on their way to the atrium at the roof top of the hospital. Luie thought fresh air will do a lot of good for the boy.

"Yeah. I know." Dean admits smugly.

"You seem proud about it too." Sam wrinkles his nose at the older boy, as he turns his head to his side but not the whole way; just to acknowledge that he was talking to his big brother then.

"Oh Sam, I am!" Dean scoffs.

"I thought I was 'Sam I am'?" Sam teased. .

"Good one, baby!" Dean smirks as he affectionately ruffles Sam's hair. Three beats and then they both chorus a,

"Green eggs and Ham, of Sam I am!" and then they both chuckle at the inside joke they shared about that. A couple of females nurses passed them by and gave the brothers appreciative musing looks; which Dean of course, reciprocated with a big handsome grin. And that was that. Nothing more. But the second the nurses walked away, the boy cannot help but look over his shoulder. And then he clicks his tongue at the images in his head.

"Uh, Dean--"

"Yo?"

"I can actually read your mind at the moment. Please stop it?" Sam asks politely in between chuckles. Dean had to swallow the lump in his throat at that. His cheeks turned red automatically.

"Oh well that was awkward." he gruntles. "Sorry."

"It's no problem, Deanie." Sam assures him.

"So, you still love me, don't you?" Dean asks after a couple of seconds as they are waiting for the elevator door to ding.

"Oh yeah." Sam replies. "Course, Dean."

"That's great, baby!" Dean replies with a big relieved sigh, "Hey Sam, do you think Luie still does though?" after the older boy got the question out, he felt his cellphone vibrate. Reading the screen, he got a message from Luie.

It read: Son, I have to stress out to you the level of concern I have for your brother's condition at the moment. He is still not fully out of the woods just yet. So, I need you to keep your word to me. -Luie.

After reading the message, Dean felt queasy but he held it together. Luie was already in his office when he got Dean's response.

You have my word, Doc.-Dean

"You shouldn't tease him around so much, Deanie."Sam's voice brought Dean back to reality. "But don't worry, I'm sure he still does too." Sam can't help but fondly smirk at the innocence in Dean's tone just then when he asked the question awhile ago.

"Hey, Luie said no stress, Sammy. That means no talking either." Dean tells him the minute they boarded the elevator.

"I can't even talk?"

"No."

"A whisper?"

"Still a no."

"A muffled sound?" Sam continues, and this time he is just doing it to play around.

"Not even a yawn, princess." Dean tells him.

"Okay."

Several minutes after the elevator door closed after them, Sam felt a negative energy coming his big brother behind his chair. It was that of worry, concern and fright. It made Sam's heart prick.

"Deanie,"

"Saying my name is talking, baby."

"I know. But I got to tell you something important."

"That you love me?" Dean smiles. Sam does too. "I already know that, Sammy!"

"Okay you caught me. But I have to tell you something other than that."

"I guess if it's as important as 'I love you, Dean'...although I don't think it's as important...anyways, it's okay I guess. So, what is it? Do you got to tinkle or something?"

"No."

"Cause I do."

Sam chuckles to that.

"No, Sam. Really. I do. I really really do. Damn it! I knew I should've went before we came up here. Damn John Winchester's genes and this freakin' bladder!"

"Cut it out, Dean--" Sam chuckles. The minute they got to the roof, and they saw how beautiful it was up there, Dean actually forgot he had to go. The both of them immediately took to the place and looked around. As they were looking at the colorful flowers lining the sides of the fountain up on the hospital rooftop, Sam caught Dean staring blankly at the ground next to him. His big brother looked anxious.

"Dean,"

The older boy looks up and met his eyes.

"...I know you're worried about me...don't be, okay? I'll be up and about soon enough. I promise."

Sam still picked-up on the concern in Dean's tone inspite the attempt of concealing it behind his playful bullying.

"I'll hold you on that, Sammy." Dean cradles the kid's nape in his hand. He leans in and gave the boy a kiss on the temple. In pulling up though, both the brothers just heard a familiar voice coming from behind them that belongs to a person they had encountered months back--but can't seem to forget all about.

"Oh my god! At first, I would think that my eyes deceiving me--" the voice started. "--oh but they are not!"

Dean's eyes widened further as he felt his breath caught.

'Oh my god, I know that voice!' Dean blurts in his head. 'I hate that voice...not just the voice. I hate the owner of that voice more!'

Sam ,who after hearing the same voice craned to look at his big brother's face to see his reaction; the kid, after he does see the reaction, had to stifle his giggles in. His brother looked like he swallowed a bug just then.

"Dean, are you okay?" Sam asks.

"OH MY god, IT IS YOU!" came the voice again after hearing Sam call him 'Dean', only this time, the voice is louder and accompanied by the patter and clatter of what can be considered as high heeled-shoes as the said voice was coming closer to the brothers.

"Great, Sam! You just had to say my name just then--didn't you?" Dean growls at his little brother. "I thought you said you love me?"

"I'm sorry...I do." Sam flinched, the older boy turns Sam's wheelchair to face the newcomer. even before he lifted his gaze, the same newcomer spoke again making Dean's blood curdle.

"Dean, dahling!" came the announcement.

"Hey there, Maurice..." Dean started to say with a bit of a growl as he lifted his gaze to meet the owner of said voice. And that's when the boy's face lit up. Cause standing right beside Maurice Servaccio, his abuser at Eloise's wedding reception; was--"Lindsey..." the boy's breath caught at the sight of her.

"Hey guys--" she greeted warmly, she has one arm wrapped around Maurice's arm. "I didn't know you knew Maurice?" she added.

"Hi, Lindsey!" Sam calls out. She waves at him.

"Hi, sweetie!" and then she turns to Dean, "And how?" there was a suggestive grin on her face just then after the effeminate person whispered something to her ear. Lindsey then eyes Dean a second after Maurice finishes the whisper in her ear."Did you really?" she turns to the wedding planner. The guy nods vehemently.

"It was a moment I will treasure forever!" Maurice says happily.

'I just died and went straight to hell didn't I, baby?' Dean growls mentally. Sam understanding his big brother's pain--carefully slipped his hand inside Dean's and held on. The middle brother met Sam's eyes and felt his desire to throw Maurice off the side of the building vanish; just by looking at Sam's face and feeling the kid's connection.

Lindsey saw all this and just felt her admiration for the brothers, growing.

aw i love the pic's!!! yummy :D poor sam hope he is out of that chair and up and running. i love it! i just love how Dean is with Sammy :D i love your banner too! :wub:

Hey Innocouous--are you having trouble on FF.net? ;) cause for some reason, the story alerts thingy aint working, and i almost didn't know you updated over there til i checked the archive! :( :bang but i read it and reviewed! :cheer so i dont think i was late this time! :D

btw, nice supersammy and superdean pics :blink: ...they made me tingle! :P :rotfl

and hi sammy'sgirl! :D long time no see! :P

:wub: Loves, Hannah :wub:



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hey Hannah! :wave yup long time no see. lol :D how you been?
this story is awesome huh? :wub:

of course! :P innocuous is a genius when it comes to fanfics! :) and torturing sammy... :D :rotfl: and i've been great! how bout you? (btw, i checked out you rmyspace too--awesome! :D )

good to know you are doing great! yup she is a genius when it comes to fanfics! :skip

So, who is this innocuous fella you're talkin' about? Haven't heard of this person... :huh: :huh:

hi, sammy's girl and Hannah bananers! :wave :wave

Eleven:

Two days in the hospital, Sam wasn't allowed to see anybody besides Dean. Jake has been climbing up the wall worried over this--over his baby twin; but he doesn't say anything about it to anybody. He misses his twin big time that it was hurting him--and yet he manages to not call any attention to himself. Or the pain he is feeling the whole time.

He may be seen laughing and joking around with everybody, but he is not okay at all. His not being able to connect with Sam the whole duration of the kid's confinement in there, plus the added pain in his gut being caused by something he knows he did but still has no idea what it was yet at the moment; both are causing the boy insurmountable pain in every nerve endings of his body. Even his hair is painful.

ooooooooooooooo

At the diner across the street; third day of Sam's confinement.

Todd is at the counter finishing up the food order for the everybody. As he was about to head back to their table, that's when his phone rang. After he was on the unit several minutes, he darted back to their table immediately. He is talking urgently to a particular somebody on the phone--and his face looked generally concerned.

"Right--just hang on, alright? We're on our way!" they heard the boy tell the other person he was talking to on the phone right before he flipped the phone close. He just got to their table a second ago. Even before he tells them anything, the Mac boys, Henry and the twins, Kel and Pierce are already up. Jake and Gabe would have gotten up too, only Pierce gesture for them to stay seated. So they did.

"What's going on?" Mac asks.

"That was Dean. He needs back-up...wouldn't say with what. And I know it's Dean we're talking about here, but he sounded generally scared out of his wits." Todd says, the conversation is kept within the older boys the whole time.

"Wait, Dean called you?" Brandon scrambles to dig for his pocket to check on his phone. He looked upset. "Why you and not me?"

The guys head to the entrance automatically, ignoring the Mac boy's whining. Kel, as he was walking around the table to follow the guys, realized that Jake and Gabe are going to be by themselves in there. He went back for them.

"Kelly, man--what's going on? Where is everybody going?" Jake asks, he looked like he was about to start crying pretty soon. He is thinking of the worst possible thing happening; concerning his baby twin, mainly. "It's Sam, isn't it?" he grabs onto his big brother's scruffs. "Something has happened to baby, hasn't there?"

"Nono, Jake...it's not about Sam--at all. Sam is fine, okay?" Kel cradles the boy's face in his hand. "Trust me. Sam is alright...but we do need to get up on the roof deck to check on Dean though. He called Todd for back-up and he said Dean sounded scared about something..."

"Did he say with what?" Gabe joins in, he is sitting next to Jake. "Is he okay?"

"No. He didn't say anything. But he's probably alright. He's Dean, little fellas. He should be alright." Kel assures them.

"That doesn't make any sense at all, Kelly. I mean, it's Dean. Dean doesn't get scared of anything. Unless of course if it invloves people he loves getting hurt..." Jake reasons. "..which brings us right back to Sam. That could only mean it's about him, Kel--"

"Jake, what did me and Dan tell you about positive-thinking, little man?" Kel reminded him. Jake's face is starting to scrunch-up, the next thing he did was pull Kel in a hug and he doesn't let go for several seconds after that. Kel hugs the kid back as he crouched in front of the younger boy; nursing circles on his little brother's back to calm him down. Gabe met the older boy's eyes and both can't help but read the emotional turmoil Jake must be going through somehow. But in the days they were hanging around the kid since Sam's confinement in there, Jake had successfully hid everything inside him;deep deep down inside of him where nobody can find out about it.

And yet somehow, at the moment, it had started to seep out. Somehow. With Kel and Gabe catching it.

"Jakey, we don't even know for sure what is going on with Dean yet. For all we know, he could just be messing around with us out of boredom in there." Kel tells the kid after pulling away from the hug and catching Jake's face in between his hands.

"Yeah, that does kind of sound like what Dean would do...he's that way sometimes." Jake softly muffles in agreement. "Let's hope it's just that then."

"That's my boy!" Kel wipes the teardrop that trickled down one of Jake's reddened cheeks before he kissed the boy on the cheek and on the forehead. And then he got up from the crouching position he was in earlier in front of the boy.

Pierce who had to come back for his twin after realizing he wasn't behind them when he was already crossing the street with the rest of the guys, found his twin at their table with 2/3rd of the triplets. And he saw all that; the gesture Kel did with Jake. He finds himself musing to what he saw and at the same time, mentally cuss at himself for even forgetting about his little brothers in there. Pierce was thankful though that he has his twin who didn't--at all.

"This is exactly why I love you..." Pierce whispers to himself about Kel. A girl who was coming in the entrance and heard him say that, eyed him judgingly, "I was talking about him--my brother." he points at the direction of his twin at the table but he girl just kept staring at him with quirked brows. So the boy just waves his hand dismissively at her as she walked further away to the opposite end of the diner. "Yeah, whatever!" he gruntles at her.

"So you guys, you stay here, okay? After we make sure everything is okay in there--I'm comin' right back. I promise. You stay in here with Jeremiah. He'll be back from the rest room pretty soon." he kisses both kids on the forehead.

"Call us if you find the need to, okay?" Jake tells his brother.

"I will." Kel promises and then he right away heads for the door; only noticing his younger twin being there when he was already a few feet away from the entrance. "What are you still doing here, thought you already left with the guys?" he asks his twin as they were crossing the street.

"I came back for you." Say Pierce, like it's the most obvious answer in the world.

"Wow, that was sweet, swee'p. And it deserves a--"

"Don't do it, Kel!" Pierce threatened him,"I'm warning you, man..not in front of peopl--" but even before he could finish the sentence, Kel grabs him by the nape and pulled him in for it. A kiss on the cheek. "Damn it--people can actually see us, man! people with eyes!"

"Oh don't make me kiss you twice! You'll live!" Kel ignore the whining, "Come on? Let's hurry up!" the older twin slaps him on the back of the head as he started to take pace near the entrance to the hospital. "COME ON, DANNY? HUSTLE!"

Pierce can't help but growl to that as he did hustle after Kel who was ahead of him a couple of feet. At the same time, he is smiling on the inside. He has his 'Kel' back. The one with whom he grew up with in Hannah's reality; the one who bullies him and makes fun of him every chance he gets to. But who most importantly loves him too.

oooooooooooooo

When Jeremy got back from the restroom, he actually spun around his spot after he found their table with all their orders already there but with only Jake and Gabe at each end of the long table--eating them.

"What-the--hell--" Jeremy walks alongside their table and strategically placed himself where he was in the middle of the table on the side, with the two boys on either end of it. "What--the food wasn't enough for you two, that you had to eat the guys too?"

Both Jake and Gabe laugh out loud to that. While eating.

"Seriously, guys--where is everybody?" Jeremy walks over to Gabe, "Baby girl, is that blood on your face?" he takes out his handkerchief and wipes the kid's face clean with it. "Who did you eat first anyways?"

Gabe did have something red on his face, only it was ketchup. Without looking up, in between chuckles, he answers his big brother.

"Danny. I ate him first cause he was really noisy. I got annoyed."

Jake who was across the table from the brothers, also busy with own meal, could just watch them with a big smile on his face while taking a bite of his chicken leg. Jeremy turned to him.

"How bout you? Whose leg are you eating at the moment?" he asks Jake.

"Oh this?" Jake shows off the chicken leg.

"Yeah, that." Jeremy replies.

"Guess?" Jake was game enough to wave the chicken in front of his face.

"Easy." Jeremy smirks. "That could only be Henry's cause he's the fastest--that bitch. So you obviously ate him last, didn't you?"

"Yahtzee! Gave me and Gabe a hell of a time chasing him too!" Jake laughs.

"Plus the leg was a dead give-away there, man. Henry's got chicken legs!" Jeremy added, making Gabe laugh even more.

oooooooooooooo

"Maurice was our big brother's wedding planner too--four years ago."Lindsey says, "But even before that--we had already been sort of friends--since my mom's office was next to his shop, we both had access to each other in becoming friends. And so we did."

The two, Dean and Lindsey are left alone for a second since Maurice got a phonecall and is a few feet away--taking it. Once in awhile the guy manages to wave at Dean and flutter his lashes at the boy; making the Winchester boy want to throw him off the roof again--and Lindsey, chuckle in amusement over it.

Sam meanwhile is parked by the fountain, feeding the fishes in there. But Dean made sure that there is no obstacle in between him and his way to the kid should Sam call out to him for anything.

"So what are you two doing here?" Dean asks.

"Well, it's time for my check-up actually. Maury was nice enough to drive me." she replies.

"I could have volunteered you know?"

"I know." she smiles warmly, making Dean blush. He clears his throat to shake it off while averting his gaze away.

"So how did the check-up go? Everything's good?"

"Yeah, my ticker's still--"

"Ticking?" Dean finishes.

"You guessed it!" she snaps her fingers at Dean playfully.

"That's good to know, Lindsey." Dean says with relief written on his face. Three seconds later, "So, you're just friends then, huh?" he asks randomly.

"Yeah. Just friends, Dean."

"I thought for awhile there you and him were a couple." Dean teased.

"Yeah, well...too bad Maurice only has eyes for you, man." she punches Dean on the arm playfully, making Dean give her his scrunchy-face look, "Hey, did he really kiss you--in like, the public eye?"

"I don't remember handing out an invitation or anything. Didn't want to give it either--but he took it from me anyways. So, it was more like he stole it from me." Dean says in a low growl. "I still have my fists with his name on it actually."

"I'm surprised you didn't punch his lights out right there and then when he kissed you, Dean."

"Well, I wanted to--and I almost did...trust me. But I knew if I ended up killing the guy, i'd have ended up in jail--or death row. Didn't want mah baby to grow up without a dad. So I cut your friend some slack." Dean tells Lindsey.

"You have a kid?" she asks, and Dean could have sworn that her face went a bit crestfallen when as she asked him that.

"Well, yeah. 'Course. He's standing over there--er sitting. Sitting over there." Dean juts her attention over her shoulder towards Sam who was behind her a few feet away.

"Oh, Sammy you mean?" she blurts out, her face lit up.

"Actually, it's Sam." Dean corrected her.

"What--Sam doesn't like me to call him, Sammy?"

"No, I don't. Only I get to call mah baby--that." Dean explains, "Sort of like a spoken agreement. A decree if you will." the boy added with a smug grin on his handsome face. "Not even you get to call him that and I LIKE you, a lot."

Lindsey blushed.

"Oh wow, that was subtle." Lindsey says with an embarassed chuckle.

"Really? That wasn't going too fast for yah, just then? Cause I'm usually the fast--forward kind of guy." Dean replies cockily. This time, he has found his moxy around her; unlike the first time they met. The boy is back, full-cocked and ready to engage.

"Really, Dean? You don't say..." she scoffs to tease. Dean grins at this big time.

And then just as he was about to decide going further with Lindsey; his green pair of eyes found its way over her shoulder at Sam. The kid wasn't exactly doing anything at the moment or have said anything to him in the past that would be considered as him suggesting his big brother to compromise whatever decisions that are needed by the older boy to act upon with regards to Lindsey or any of his past relationships before, for that matter; but for some reason--it is making Dean feel guilty somehow everytime he does decide to go about with his normal life. Like having a girlfriend for example. He feels like he has to think of what it will do to Sam first.

His past experience with getting stuck between Maureen and Sam before gave him too much pain and nightmares to last him a lifetime. And with Jessica, his 'sort of girlfriend-but is really not'--he somehow seems to follow the same pattern again; having to choose between her and Sam. And right now--with Lindsey, which he seems to really really like; although he wants more than anything to get the girl for himself, he finds himself being in the same predicament, again. And it pains him. Unfortunately for him, Sam somehow felt his pain too. The kid, lifting his gaze from feeding the fishes in the water, met his big brother's.

'Dean, I'll be okay you know?' Sam started in their heads. Dean is looking at him, almost in the verge of tears too, after he realized that Sam just heard his thoughts just then and felt his anxiety and pain at their situation.

'Sammy...I didn't...' Dean started, only Sam cuts him in.

'You don't need to worry about me all the time, Deanie. I'll be okay. I won't get off from my chair and I won't give myself any stress, I promise. If you have some place to go with Lindsey, I'll be fine right here, Dean. It's totally okay with me--I mean, not that you have to ask permission from me or anything. Cause you're the big brother here...what I mean is...' Sam pauses, '...you know what I mean, don't you Dean?'

Dean gave a small nod.

'I'll still be here when you get back. Or I can get back to my room by myself later after I've eaten all the fishies--any way will do.' Sam tells the boy in their heads with a chuckle. 'You have a good time, Dean. Besides--I think it's fate.' and then the kid chuckles in there again, 'Lindsey--I mean, not Maurice.'

Dean offers a weak smirk to that and then he shakes his head right before he breaks contact with Sam. Lindsey noticed that, she looked over her shoulder at Sam and then back to Dean. She noticed how distracted the boy had been the whole time. But somehow, Dean had also managed to pull off not being rude in anyway to her. He accomodated her as best as he coulc WHILE watching out for his Sammy. And for that Dean scores big time with her.

"I think you should get back to Sam now, Dean. Besides I think Maurice is almost done with his phone call now. And I feel like I've actually taken up too much of your time already, haven't I? I'm such a bad bad person." Lindsey joked.

"Nah, just bad."

"Shut up." She chuckles, "Come on, I'll walk you back to your baby now?" she wraps her arms around Dean's arm and then they walk back towards the kid on his chair, together.

Just about that time, Maurice had also wrapped up his conversation on the phone and was coming back to them. Dean had to growl in his head to that; he immediately dashes beside Sam, away from the guy. He even gets to flash Lindsey a wry grin after he did that--since she caught him.

"Lindsey, sweetie--did I just see you try and get cozy with mah dahling handsome boy?" Maurice asks Lindsey with a playful tinge of resentment.

"I believe I just tried, Maury, honey!" Lindsey replies.

"And she succeeded!" Dean quickly cuts in, he was practically shouting, due to the excitement. Sam cannot help but chuckle in his seat to this. Dean had to kick Sam's foot lightly for that. "She succeeded big time. I'm her's now actually! Off limits to other people now--so sorry, Maurice, sweetheart. Better luck next time. I'm sure there are other fishes in th sea for yah!" the boy continues, "Right, honey?" the Winchester boy pumps his brows at Lindsey. "I'm your's now, right?"

Lindsey looks at Dean before she turns to Maurice beside her who was wrinkling his nose at her--and making a funny face.

"Uh-yeah." Lindsey pats Maurice on the back. "I sort of snagged your little fishy away while you were on the phone, Maury. Sorry."

Maurice stood there in silence looking at Dean and Lindsey back and forth for a good few seconds before he gives a dramatic sigh. Maurice was game enough to enable the couple.

"Oh well--it's not like I did not try, right? Dahling?" he looks at Dean in front of him,then Lindsey."Can I at least pinch him?"

"No!" Dean blurts out. "She--she is the jealous type." refering to Lindsey.

"Honey, it's just a pinch." Maurice defended.

"I'm afraid he's right, Maury. I am the jealous type." Lindsey came to Dean's defense. "I actually injure other people who set out after my property."

"OOhh, just like a real Amazon Princess! I like that!" Maurice claps his hands gleefully.

Throughout all this, Sam is chuckling the whole time while he is watching and listening to them. Halfway through the live drama going on though earlier, the kid's hand found its way inside Dean's one hand that was hanging on the older boy's side and held on. Dean of course squeezed back. It was right after the middle brother mentioned that he belonged to Lindsey. Sam may have not meant to do it though; it was more like a mindless reflex that he didn't even know he did. The older boy though took mental note of it and planned on talking to Sam about it later on.

Just then, at the entrance--behind Lindsey and Maurice since their backs were toit; Dean just saw the guys come up. Without even seeing the guy's face, just the guy's back just then, still they immediately recognized who he was.

"Dean, you freakin' jerk!" Henry angrily blurts. "That's the f***in' emergency?"

Todd who had no idea who Maurice was turns to Mac and innocently asks.

"Who's that guy?" he doesn't look intimidating at all. "Why would Dean--"

"Todd, you should be afraid of that guy, man." Mac tells him.

"Really, why? He's barely bigger than Gabe."

"Yeah--but unlike Gabe, Maurice kisses men. "Henry started, "Okay wait...maybe he and Gabe both kiss men...but Gabe is--"

"Henry, what do you mean he kisses men?" Todd deadpans the rambling.

"He kissed Dean at Ted's reception, man. Full-on lip area! In public." Brandon tells Todd in behalf of the guys.

"And he's still alive?" Todd asks in shock, "Dean didn't kill him? Why?"

"It's because of that adorable little creature on wheels next to him." Henry replies while waving at Sam who waved back at them with a happy smile. They wave back of course. Lindsey and Maurice of course wave at them too and vice-versa.

Several minutes later, that's the guys decided to be mean boys.

"Guys, it seems like Dean's got this. Who's up for lunch?" Todd asks.

"We are!" the rest chorused. Dean's eyes widened at the sight of his guys leaving; Brandon was the last one to go. He stood there, narrowing his eyes at his best friend while holding his phone up for show. Dean understood what he meant. And then the Mac boy left too eventually.

'I think Brandon's pissed...' Dean says in his head. 'I wonder why?'

oooooooooooooooo

Several minutes later, Dean walked them to the elevator and said his goodbyes, Lindsey and Maurice. When he came back to Sam, he found the kid sitting back in his chair quietly--and immobile. Sam stopped feeding the fishes. The older boy crouched down in front of the kid. For a good few seconds, the kid was spaced-out. After Dean touched him on the face, only then did he snap out of it and met his Deanie's eyes.

"Are you alright?" Dean asks worriedly.

"I'm good, Dean. I--I was just resting, I guess."

"You know what, Sam--I think it's time we get you back to your room." Dean expected for Sam to protest and tell him that he was feeling alright; only that's not what happened at all.

"Okay, Dean. I actually feel kind of tired now..." Sam says weakly.

"Uh-alright...Sam. Let's get you back to your room."Dean says under his breath.

When they got back to Sam's room, Dean can't help but want to cry. The kid looked weaker the minute he got him back on his bed. And a few seconds of sitting on the bed--facing Sam--with Sam's hand inside both of his that's just what Dean did. After he made sure first that Sam was asleep, the older boy allowed his feelings to take over.

He started crying.

'Sammy...I don't like this, baby...I don't like how this is going at all...I'm scared, Sam...' Dean says in his head, 'I'm scared of losing you...always going to be...'

Twelve:

Sam is lying on the bed, staring up the ceiling. He had just woken up from his nap after he and Dean came back from the roof earlier. When he checked the clock, he found out that he had very well rested himself for a good four hours too. And that is good enough for him since he felt hell of a lot better as opposed to how crappy he suddenly felt earlier. He had no idea why he even felt that horrible earlier. It just came and hit him from out of nowhere; it winded him out. He wanted to talk to Dean about it, tell on how crappy he was feeling to his big brother; but he didn't know where to even begin. Sam, earlier felt intense heat race up his spine to his nape, lodging to his temples. It was like his brain was being set on fire earlier. When he attempted to calm himself down, since he gave his word to Dean that he won't stress himself out, that's when he spaced-out in front of his big brother.

He wanted to talk to Jake about it since normally when he feels something happening inside his body, he can very well be sure that he and Jake would likely be sharing the same sentiment. But then he realized that he has been blocking Jake for three days already; and he also remembered why. That's when Sam decided to rellent from communicating about it with and to, his twin.

When the kid shifted his gaze to his side, he caught Dean with his eyes to be sleeping next to him, on a chair pulled alongside his bed. The older boy's head is resting on the bed, on top of his and his baby brother's hand that he has kept inside his own the whole time. The kid smiled. He knew his big brother needed to rest too. And at the moment--he is glad that Dean is in fact getting what he needed.

He made every effort to keep himself from shifting again on the bed to avoid disturbing Dean or worse, waking him up. But somehow, since Dean is always going to be wired to his sensitivity--he failed in his attempt to avoid waking the older boy up. A single slight peep from him, caused him to stir.

"Sammy, hey..." Dean found his Sammy awake and watching him wake up; and quite possibly a long time before that too, back when he was still sleeping earlier. "...you're awake, baby!" the boy's face lit up with a happy smile.

"And you are too apparently, Dean." Sam says with a warm smile, "You look well rested too, now, which is good, Dean. Really good."

"Oh yeah? Good, huh? So I look hotter now huh? Don't I, baby?"Dean brushes back the hair from the kid's face; with a smug grin on his face, he even goes about playfully pumping his brows at the kid.

"Uh--yeah, Deanie. You do. In fact, you're so hot--I actually want to bake cookies on you right now, Dean." Sam manages to say with a straight face, making Dean quirk his entire face at him. The kid, in seconds tops busts out chuckling at the judging look Dean is giving him. "You should see your face right now, Deanie. It's hilarious. You look like you want to kill me or something."

"That's it, buddy boy! You've been hanging around Henry way too much--you're starting to talk like him! Either that or that 'thing' Maurice rubbed off on you, somehow--I knew that guy was potent." the boy says the last part to his benefit. then he turns to the kid again,"This really makes me uncomfortable, Sam!" he blurts out judgingly at the younger boy.

Sam chuckles to that. "I don't think Maurice is gon'na be thrilled with you calling him a 'thing', Dean..."

"I really really don't care, Sam! Do you?"

"I think it's funny, but it's also rude, Dean. So I do care." Sam says with a flinch. "Sorry."

"Whatever, Sam!" Dean snaps, "You and your principles...you should really try being evil sometimes, baby. Even for once."

"Dean, are we okay?" Sam tugs on Dean's sleeve.

"First you find me hot--what's next that cute male doctor in ICU, Sam? You're cutting down on your down time with Matthewson, you hear?" he ignores the kid's question, "And even being a foot near Servaccio! Cause I swear to you, baby--I ain't gon'na be happy if you start talking like either of those two again!" he playfully even strangles the kid, but Sam only chuckles to that; it was intentionally a choke but it comes out as tickling instead.

"Anything you say, Deanie." Sam replies, still in between chuckles. He shoves Dean away playfully."And would you please relax, big brother? You might pull something."

"No, I won't relax! Cause I can't relax, Sammy. 'Cause this? This is not funny at all, baby!" waves his arms aimlessly around him, "It's no fun hearing it coming from you as it would have, coming from a chick. A real one." Dean growls. "My baby brother calling guys hot--even just thinkin' it makes me want to kick your ass!"

"Are you really going to to kick my ass, Deanie?" Sam asks with his puppy dog look. "I don't feel too good yet...I could you know? Die..."

"Bite your tongue heathen! Of course not! Don't be crazy, I'd cut off my arms first before I do that!" came the vehement response from Dean. "But I could strangle you a little though--for emotional trauma..."

"You started it, Dean." Sam grumbles petulantly, "Anyways, I was just kidding earlier."

"You better..."

"Uh-huh. I was. Really. I so do not think guys are hot. I don't even think YOU'RE hot, Dean. At all." Sam says, Dean would have started to protest to that, only Sam kept talking. "In fact, if I were to speak from a different person's perspective, pretending for a sec that I'm somebody else here, that's not your brother..."

"Okay, humoring you."

"..that by judging all of my big brothers' looks, with me pretending that I'm a girl that's not related to you guys in any way--"

Dean smirks, "Are you a hot girl, Sammy?"

"Ignoring you, Dean." Sam says, "Anyways, as I was saying, there's no doubt that I'm actually gon'na find Danny way hotter than you, Dean. Or wait, no--scratch that! TED! I'll find Ted ten times way hotter than you both put together." the kid finishes.

Dean's face breaks into a smug grin and then a maniacal laugh as he got up from the stool he was sitting on; he then goes about to perch himself onto Sam's bed for a little snuggle with the kid. Sam noticed the grin and the evil laugh from his big brother and cannot help but get curious.

"What?" Sam asks innocently. Dean is already wrapping his arm around the kid's back, pulling him closer and more comfortably to his side in a protective snuggle.

"Now I know you're lying, Sam. There is no way in hell Ted is ten times hotter than me and Danny boy put together. I mean hotter than Danny, yes! But hotter than I am?" he scoffs sarcastically, "Sam? Puhleez, you got to be kidding me, right? Cause I mean, have you seen me, Sammy?" Dean cockily bats. "Had you used Jake, I'd have believed you. Cause I admit--in maybe, five years time? That kid would be hotter than I am! But Ted? And Danny? I don't think so, baby."

"Really? You really think Jake is gon'na be hotter than you?" Sam asks incredulously as he cranes his neck to look Dean in the face.

"Not really. Cause let's face it, nobody is gon'na be hotter than I am, baby. But he'll still be hot though, trust me."

"I can't believe we're talking about hot guys here, Deanie..." Sam chuckles after awhile. Dean follows soon after. After a whole minute of silence though, "Hey Dean--"

"Hm?"

"Can I ask for a favor?"

"Anything, baby. Name it."

"I want a hug. Can I get a hug?"

"From me?" Dean asks.

"No. From that cute hot guy doctor in ICU, Deanie. I want a nice big hug from him. Please?"

Dean makes a face at him while getting up to give his Sammy his hug. After two minutes, as Dean was about to pull away, he felt Sam launch the tug on him; so he didn't pull away. Sam wouldn't let him go just yet.

"Not yet, Deanie..."

"Sammy, are you okay?" the older boy asks while hugging the kid tighter.

"I just wanted a hug, Dean...is all." Sam softly muffles within the confines of the embrace his big brother has around him.

"Baby, this is scaring me, you know? How you are at the moment...even Luie is worried about you like I've never seen him before. I really don't want to end up losing you any time soon, Sam...or at all." Dean tells the boy.

"Dean, I'm alright."

"You don't look it at all, Sam."

"I'm trying my best to fight this, Dean. You know that, don't you?" Sam looks up and met Dean's eyes. "I am doing my best, Deanie."

"I know, baby. I know." he hugs the kid again.

oooooooooo

Half an hour later, Sam is reading a book on the bed; while Dean is just right next to him, napping. Just then the older boy's phone vibrated in his pocket. he immediately picks it up. It was Sonja.

"Dean, we need to talk." she began, her voice sounded urgent too.

"I can't leave Sam, Sonja. You know that?"

After Sam heard Dean say that, they caught each other's gazes.

"Dean, don't go..." he whispers. The boy mouths to him that he promises that he won't, right before he goes back to talking to Sonja on the phone.

"Dean, it's about the twins."

"Which ones? I actually got two sets of those, lady..."

"Oh right..." Sonja muffles. "...Sam and Jake, Dean. It's really really urgent that we talk."

"As much as I want to Sonja, I can't leave Sam."

"Well you're just gon'na have to have one of your brothers or the guys to surrogate for you, first?"

"A negative on that, woman."

"Dean!"

"I'm not leaving Sam, alright? He doesn't want me to--I don't want me to. He needs me most right now and you know that! So whatever it is that you need to talk to me about, we're just gon'na have to make it work with the set-up we have right now." Dean tells her off.

"Alright...alright...calm down, Dean. No need for us both to start this up again between us. I'll find a way to communicate with you somehow, without having to be actually in there. Luie specifically told us to keep out and I'm keeping to that."

"I'm actually mentally open right now, Sonja. Telepathically-speaking. Me and Sam can talk in our heads again, like that one time before. I don't know how it happened actually, but it did that one time. And again, now. We can talk in our heads."

"It's Jake's, Dean."

"What do you mean by that?"

"He lent it to you that one time. It was when Sam and Kel went missing, right?"

"Yeah, that time." Dean tells her. "How--why--how come I have it, ldy? Didn't know it was even possible--I mean, lending your ability like that."

"Dean, it has something to do with why I need to talk to you actually. The twins are turning a year older in a few months right?"

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"Dean, in our world of warlocks and white witches...turning that age, 17...it's when they need to earn their right of passage."

"What? Right of passage to where?"

"Witchhood..."

"What do they need to do that for when they already are the way they are. It's not like their abilities are gon'na be taken away should they not earn that right, is it?"

"Dean, it's more complicated than that. Teenage warlocks need this time for them to gain better control of their abilities months before they turn the right age. Whether you like it or not, the twins need this. They need to undergo the Traversal. And if you want to keep them both, you're gon'na let them go do it so they can get started as soon as possible. And I mean real soon, Dean."

"If they need to go do this thing, we have no problem with that, Sonja. I can let them go--just not right now. Luie said so, right? Sam is not out of the woods yet."

"Dean, trust me...the earlier you let the twins go, the earlier things are gon'na be better for Sam. One reason why Luie can't even find anything in the tests on Sam that came back, has to do with their need to do the Traversal. I've just felt Jake undergoing the effects to the delay right now, Dean. And I'm sure Sam is feeling them too. Only he has no idea what they are."

"Alright, if they need this...I'm going with them."

"That's the thing, Dean. You can't. Sam and Jake have to do this on their own."

"You know I don't see that happening..." Dean tells Sonja off. "...I'm not letting them go or do anything by themselves, period."

"god, Dean...don't do this..."

"No, Sonja! Don't you do this! If you think I'm even gon'na let the kid out of my sight for even a second--that's where you're wrong. And if you go behind my back on this and snag them away from me anyways? Trust me--I am going to walk you to hell myself, Sonja!"

"You're not seriously talking to me this way, Dean?"

"Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious or not?"

"I am not the enemy, Dean."

"If you go behind my back on this, we're gon'na be. I'm gon'na be where Sam is. And since Jake's gon'na be there too...hell you know I'm in! I'm gon'na have my little brothers' backs, Sonja!"

Thirteen:

"Dean, if you don't let them go--I will have to fight you for it!" Sonja finally says. "You and I are both on the same side here--"

"Clearly at the moment, we are not. Cause if we are--we wouldn't be having this conversation!"

"We have always been on the same side, Dean. And you know that? When have I ever shown you I was otherwise, huh?"

"Oh well let's see--there was this one time when your sister wanted my little brother dead the last time! How's that for a fact, Sonja?" Dean bats. "Remember that?"

"Dean, what's going on?" Sam asks. He is currently watching his big brother pace alongside the length of his bed. The kid had somehow managed to swing his legs to the side of the bed earlier, after Dean got up from sitting next to him. "Dean?"

But the older boy was too upset and hyped-up at the moment to answer him. But Dean acknowledges him though. The older boy stopped pacing and sat beside the bed, next to the kid. He swipes the kid's hand in his and held on.

"Oh my god! When are you gon'na realize that that was all Mary, Dean! I had nothing to do with that!" Sonja is by now yelling on the phone. She had to ask her self to be excused from present company earlier, namely Eloise and DJ, to talk to Dean; but somehow the older boy followed after Dj told him to. It was right after they could both hear and see Sonja pacing outside through the clear glass of the coffee shop they were in. And she looked anxious as well as angry at the moment. And since they know who he was talking to, they very well understand the predicament she is facing. "You clearly are not thinking straight or right at all, the moment--do you know that?"

"Sonja, let me talk to him?" Eloise mouths to her. "Let me?" he is asking for the phone from her, but she refused. Sonja then tells Eloise to give her time by herself to talk to Dean. The oldest Winchester boy, although reluctant, obliges. He went back in the coffee shop.

"Oh yeah? Right back atcha, lady!" Dean tells Sonja off on the phone.

Sam squeezes his big brother's hand. Dean turns to look at the kid in the face. Sonja decided to talk to Sam directly this time. And at the moment that the kid turned to Dean, she is talking to him in his head. After Dean saw the look on his Sammy's face, he immediately realized what was going on. His eyes widened in more deep-seethed anger.

"Bitch! Get out of his head, right now!" Dean tells Sonja off on the phone. He heard her gasp at the title he called her off with. Sam cringed to it even."STOP IT!" The boy flips the phone shut without even waiting for Sonja's response anymore. he turns to the kid,"Sam, baby..."

"Yeah, Dean?"

"I need you to turn off your mind-thing on me for now, princess. I can't have you reading what's going on inside my head at the moment. But it's just for now, okay?"

"I understand, Dean."

"That's good, Sam. Thanks." he kisses the kid on the temple after wrapping an arm around the kid's shoulders.

"Dean, Sonja isn't the enemy." Sam reminded the older boy after a couple of seconds of silence between them.

"I know that, Sammy. But right now--she is getting on my last nerve, man. She really is."

"She says me and Jake have to do this otherwise things are gon'na get ugly..."

"Sam, I'm not against the whole thing alright? If you need to do this--I'm not standing in the way--"

"Yes, you are!" Sonja just materialized in front of them. So far, she is maintaining her calmness, but her eyes are saying how upset she already is towards the whole charade between her and the middle brother.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean let go of Sam's hand. He bolts up from the bed to confront her. They are literally face to face, arguing; in front of Sam whose hands are tied--watching them.

"Oh I don't know, Dean! Saving your little brothers' lives obviously!" Sonja tells him off. "This behavior of yours towards me is starting to get old, you know? Real fast!"

"Oh you're getting pissed now? You'll what--threaten to turn me into a girl again? Or wait, maybe a toad this time? I'm not scared of you, Sonja. Or what you can do to me. What I am scared of if letting my little brothers out of my sight where I can actually lose them at the same time! Now for the last time, I am NOT--I repeat, NOT letting them go and be by themselves, lady! Not at the moment--not when Sam is where he is. So, go ahead, give it your best shot, Sonja!"

"Deanie..." Sam calls out, "...don't tempt her. I can't do that again, Dean." he turns to Sonja, "Please, Sonja...don't listen to him...he's just sleepy. He hasn't had enough lately--and he's tired. Don't hurt him...please?"

"Sam, stop that. Winchesters don't beg, baby." Dean tells the kid.

Sonja turns to Sam and saw the anguish in there.

"Sam, you have to do this. You and Jake have to..." she then turns to Dean and exasperatedly tried to get through to the boy again. "Dean, you have to listen to me."

"I have been listening to you--"

"Clearly, you haven't." Sonja cuts him in. "Dean, I know you love these kids more than life itself, but you forget--so do I? I gave up my life helping your family the last time, don't you think that that would have been clue enough to tell you how much I do? The twins have enormous capacity to be swayed towards evil should somebody else get wind of who and what they are, Dean. It is how it always is. Everytime young wiccans turn the right age--before they even get there, there are these types of people who are just there, lurking around,waiting on these kids. Waiting to prey on their abilities."

"You mean like what you're doing?" Dean says.

"Dean, like I said, I'm not the enemy." Sonja tells him off, but this time she is calmer. She had already very well seen the fear in Dean's eyes. Despite the attempt at being all stoic and defensive, she has successfully read the boy somehow. It pained her immensely to see how hurting and scared the Winchester middle child really is. "I'm doing this for the twins and deep inside, I know you know that YOU know that. If you don't let them go do the Traversal--they're not gon'na find themselves, Dean. They're not gon'na find the control that they need to handle what they are and what they can do. And if they don't find it themselves--somebody else is going to find it for them. You really want your little brothers ending-up warlocks with rogue abilities, Dean? With bad people constantly on their tails, itching to get their hands on them? Which at one point in time--they will get their hands on them eventually. Because kinds like them always do--in the end. That is, if you don't let them go do this on their own, Dean. So they can learn for themselves just what they have to, on their own."

Dean averts his gaze from her and turned away. Somehow what Sonja said to him got through. He then goes stare more outside the window when he got there. He wanted to scream his head off so bad. Dean wanted to just catch a break even for just that time frame while Sam is recuperating; but just as he has always known their luck to be, they don't. Bad lcuk just follow them everywhere. The only consolation is--they have the tightest family structure there ever was.

Sam feels sore seeing how his big brother looked and what he must be feeling; cause at the moment, he he has no idea about what the older boy is somehow going through. He has somehow turned off their telepathic connection earlier like Dean had wanted.

Several minutes passed. Sam slowly gets up on his feet but somehow Sonja saw him.

"Sam, Luie told us you can't be up on your feet yet." Sonja reminded the boy; she is quickly alongside Sam's bed, with her arm wrapped around the boy's waist for leverage. Without even turning to face them, Dean spoke.

"Baby, stay there. I'm alright." Dean assures him. He knows where Sam was gon'na go--and that was to him.

"Deanie," the kid calls out. Dean turns to him with a look on his face that could only be read a sadness. The kid doesn't say anything besides that. And in his most endearing Sammy-way, no trace of being a brat at all, he nods his big brother to come to him. And that was more than enough to make Dean do what the kid asked--like he was hynotized, but in a good way. He slowly sat beside Sam again, much like earlier; with Sonja on the other side of the boy. The littlest Winchester immediately swipes his big brother's hand in both of his and held on. The older boy leans and and assures the kid that he's fine. He gets a nod from the kid.

"Are you sure, you're okay Dean?" Sonja asks after a second.

"I'll live." came the curt response.

"Are we good?" Sonja asks again.

"Umm--yeah. Sure. Sure..." Dean shrugs. "...why not?"

Several minutes later...

"So, for how long?" Dean turns to Sonja, with Sam looking and listening in on the conversation. "How long are they gon'na be gone for?"

"A week, two weeks at the most." After saying that, Sonja noticed that Sam's breath caught. She knows it's going to be hard on both brothers to be separated from each other and for that long. But it was needed. A necessary evil.

Dean sighs heavily and then he picks his voice up while squeezing on Sam's hand.

"Guess I won't be seeing your ugly face for a week-two weeks then, huh, baby?" he teased the boy, his face may be all smug and back to normal but his eyes said otherwise. Dean's eyes were sad. "You better miss me, okay? Cause I sure would be doing a whole lot of that while I'm gon'na wait for yah and Jakey to come back."

Sam turns to Sonja, a teardrop escapes him.

"I can't NOT see Dean for that long, Sonja...that's too hard." the kid sadly muffles. Dean squeezed on the kid's hand.

"Sam, honey...you don't have to NOT see him technically speaking--cause with some of your abilities about to kick-in during the Traversal, anytime you want, you can have access to one ability that can channel your consciousness to your brother's location wherever he is from wherever you and Jake are gon'na be."

"Really?" Dean and Sam chorus, with their faces beaming.

"Yes, however, it just has to stay that way though--you can't communicate to each other."

"But he can see me anytime he wants to?" Dean asks hopefully.

"Uh-huh."

"That's awesome!" Dean wraps his arm around the kid in a hug. "That makes you happy don't it, baby?"

"Yeah, it does, Dean!" Sam says cheerfully.

"You do know it doesn't work the other way around, right?" Sonja had to ask Dean suspiciously.

"Oh I know!"

"Then why are you all happy still? You can't see them, Dean..."

"Yeah, I know that. But...I figure since Sammy can see me anytime he wants and be happy about it, I'm hopeful that somehow--I can find myself feeling the connection with him during those moments whenever he remembers me and actually channels 'me' thoughts through his consciousness." Dean explains. "I didn't make any sense just then, did I?"

Sonja smiles at him.

"Yes you did, Dean."

"Promise me both he and Jakey-boy are going to be fine and we're golden, lady." Dean is holding Sonja's gaze.

"I give you my word, Dean. The sooner they start their journey--preferably tonight., the better." Sonja assures him. The boy would have started saying something else to her too, only he doesn't get too anymore since Sam just started sobbing right after he launches a hug around the older boy.

Fourteen:

Eloise is on the phone with Sonja; by the coffee shop entrance. Steven who had just gotten back to their table took his seat across the table from Dreamy Jean. He could see the worry in her face. Not that ithad not been there before, this time though, it seem to have elevated as she was looking at her husband from where they are.

"Dj?" Steven calls out to her. She turns to him and offered a smile. "I'm sure things are gon'na work out fine in the end. It usually does, right? This is just one of those normal Winchester days, I guess."

Dreamy Jean can see the sincerity in the boy's eyes as well as his tone. Reaching in for Steven's hand on top of the table, she gave it a quick squeeze as she nods at the remark.

"I'm hoping it is too, Steven." she tells him. "So, what did your mom say? When you told her where you were?" her face attempting to break into a smirk. "Bet she believed you easy?"

Steven chuckles. "Like it could be that easy? She thought I was hammered." at this Dreamy Jean ended-up chuckling too, much like the boy is. "But then I told her I'd bring her back a souvenir and she said how can she be sure I just didn't buy it off at a souvenir shop downtown? And I said, she's right."

"How did you two end the call though?"

"She didn't think I was hammered anymore."

"That's great..."

"She thought I took the wrong meds again."

"How could she have thought that?" Dreamy Jean quirks a brow at the boy, "Have you before?"

"Well, I was really sick that time and my mom wasn't home--on a business trip down under. I sort of took the wrong meds, ended-up getting high and dial her via long distance when she was in one of her conferences. Good thing she was the boss or me using those videoconferences-thingy could have gotten her fired."

"Oh my god, I have a story just like that! And by the way, you're just as mischievous as our little Jakey, aren't yah?" Dreamy can't help coming up with the comparison while pinching Steven on the cheek. "He did that one time, although it was by accident. He was back home in L.A. that one time, for a week-visit with his foster parents. It was a year after we got him back. Well he was missing Sam so much that time, but he was sick. He got the measles--chicken pox..not sure which one. But he was sick. Now his parents wanted him to rest so bad, so they told him he'll have to rest first. But since he's just as stubborn as Dean is...he came up to his dad's study, all loopy with the drugs he was given...and hooked himself up on those things you said...that videoconference-somethingy? Well anyways, he used that to try and contact Sam. And he did. Only to realize later on that we didn't have one of those things back in the Plains. And that it was a different Sam he actually conferenced with."

"So which Sam was it?" Steven asks.

"I'm not sure of the name, all I know is that he was a diplomat for UNCLE SAM."

Steven chuckles out loud to that followed soon after by Dreamy Jean. Eloise noticed them laughing when he got back to their table. He eyes them both suspiciously when he sat down next to his wife.

"What's funny?"

"I just told him about Jake and Uncle Sam." Dreamy replies. Eloise immediately snickers to the recollection. "So, hon...how did the talk go? What was the talk all about?"

"Well, to answer your first question...Dean said yes. And your second question, just what our boy said yes to..." the boy paused and looked at his wife, "...he said yes to the Traversal."

"Oh. That's good..." she said. "...only what is that exactly?"

The Winchester boy smirks at this.

"I love you sense of humor these days, D. Really." he says. He cradles his wife's face in his hand before answering her. "The Traversal is something that the twins have to go through--it's a part of them being what and who they are. Like a right of passage or something...since they're almost a year older in a few months...as it turns out, it's wicca way of ushering them to being adults."

"Adults? You're kidding, right?" Dreamy Jean scoffs, "Sweetie, they're turning 17? Dean is 20 and he's not even an adult yet!"

"Touche." Eloise blurts. "But in wicca world, sweetheart, 17 is supposedly already turning into an adult--ability-wise, anyways." he further defended in between chuckles at the earlier remark about Dean. Steven was pretty much doing the same thing in the background as he as listening in. He asked to leave earlier to give the couple privacy to talk, but they both gestured for him to stay; so he does.

"So, in wicca, the twins are like gon'na be boy-debutantes the second they turn a year older?" Dreamy Jean asks.

"Uh-huh and the day of their birthday--?" Eloise started, "--their debut."

"Does this mean, Sam is no longer gon'na be a 'baby?' That sucks!" Dj growls with a pout.

"Honey, Sam could turn 50 and he'll still be Dean's baby." Eloise retorts, "I know he'll still be to me too."

"Touche!" she says.

"You know what?" Steven started, making the couple turn to him.

"What is it, sweetie?" Dj asks.

"I haven't actually been with you Winchesters for that long yet, but I think I've actually fallen in love with you guys already!" Steven blurts out admiringly. "I mean, I really have!"

The couple can't help but muse at the boy fondly. Eloise even reaches in and ruffled the boy's hair affectionately. Then he turns to his wife.

"He reminds me of Jake. A lot." he whispers to her.

"I know. Reminds me of Jake too." she replies.

oooooooooooooo

Sam hasn't let go of Dean's arm since he stopped crying earlier; which was close to an hour already. He didn't want to let go--so Dean didn't push. They are both seated on the kid's bed watching an american movie dubbed in french on the tv mounted on the wall at one corner of the room. Neither really understood what the movie was about because of the set-up bet since nothing else was on, they were stuck there. Technically they weren't actually watching, just going through the motions.

"Dean," Sam softly muffles. Dean cranes his neck to look at him. But Sam doesn't lift his gaze to meet his'.

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"I don't think I wan'na do this. I d-don't think I can do this...a week is just too long, Dean. It's too hard. I don't think I can last that long without you there. I can see you--but you can't see me. And I know that will hurt you. And I don't want you to hurt, Dean. I'll feel it. It will just be horrible, I know it."

"Sam, I don't want you to go either--god knows it will be just as you said, but just like Sonja said baby, it is gon'na be neccessary evil. And what's a week, anyways, princess? If you can do this--I can do this too! So what do you say we both suck it up--get it over and done with for now:? And the minute you and Jake get back, we can all just pretend we didn't get separated at all? Huh? What do you say? We can all go back to normal again by then, Sam."

"Dean, when we get back...a lot will have changed."

"What do you mean?"

"What if--this thing me and Jake are doing, what if it's gon'na change us? Change the both of us--me and Jake? When we get back--what if we're not the same anymore? I don't want to change, Dean. I really don't. What will you do then should I have changed when we got back?"

"Sonja didn't say anything about that, baby. And something like that is too important not to mention to us, don't you think? I'm sure you're not gon'na be any different. Only ability-wise. You'll be able to have a better handle of what you can do with them. Jake can too. With his."

"And Dean, you said things are gon'na be normal when we get back? It's not. We have Parker and Adam...and the tape...it won't be normal at all..."

"Sam, I told you I was gon'na handle that, didn't I? And I'm gon'na. I swear. You don't got to worry about a thing about that."

"Dean, I wish I had just given them back."

"Given what back, baby?"

"My abilities." Sam replies, "Just like you did with yours before you crossed-over. I mean, you did give it back to mom and told her you didn't want it--but she still let you keep something else anyways. I probably could have kept my mind-thing and gave back the rest, Deanie. Then none of this will have to happen anymore."

"Sam, this thing we could do? Talk in our heads? It's not mine. Mom didn't give it to me. It's Jake's. He's been lending it to me. Both times."

"Really?" Sam, this time meets Dean's eyes. "He told you?"

"No, Sonja found out about it. Jake didn't want anybody to know but she did anyways."

"Jake did good." Sam says appreciatively.

"Yeah, he did." Dean immediately to agree to that. "Real good."

"He deserves a big hug." Sam added.

"From both of us." Dean finishes for Sam. The kid agreed with a nod.

"I'm gon'na miss you, Dean." Sam retracts his arms from Dean's own and wrapped them this time around the older boy's waist area and clung on, as if for dear life itself. Dean could feel his circulation almost getting hampered but he doesn't pull away or call Sam on it. He's feeling as desparate as Sam is.

"I miss you already, Sammy." Dean muffles with a heavy sigh. "But it's gon'na be okay, you hear me?"

"Dean, don't forget about me while I'm gone, okay?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Sammy. That's never gon'na happen."

"It could." Sam whispers. But Dean heard him anyways. The older boy's face breaks into a smirk; he knows where Sam was coming from with the little sulk he was doing.

"About that..." Dean softly chuckles as he hugs Sam tighter to his side, "...I actually meant to talk to you about that, Sammy. Thing on the roof between Lindsey and me? It was just a ploy to get Maurice away from me. Me and her were just playing around. I didn't really mean what I said...you know? Me and Lindsey? Me belonging to Lindsey? It's--"

"I didn't say anything, Dean. It's okay with me, you know that? You and Lindlind. I like her for you. All I'm asking Dean," the kid pauses for a second, "... should you and her you know, get together while me and Jake are away...for you to...please not forget me?"

"Are you kidding me?" Dean scoffs, "Lindsey and I are just friends, Sammy. And NO human girl is powerful enough to make me forget you, baby. Not even if they torture me with their hot gorgeous, tight..."he goes into Dean-and-women mode for a second, then he cuts himself in, "...what were we talking about again?"

Sam chuckles. "The part about the 'No human girl is powerful enough' to make you forget me, Dean..."

"Oh right, that! Like I said, baby...no human girl will make me forget about you."

"How about Lindlind? You like her a lot."

"I do. I do like her. But, I LOVE YOU. Sammy. So no. Not even Lindlind--can..." he turns to Sam, "Lindlind? Since when did we start calling her Lindlind? Which I like by the way."

"Really? I came up with it, Dean. It's really cute, huh?" Sam says proudly. Dean found that adorable, he plants a kiss on the boy's temple.

"Uh-huh. Adorable, Sammy!"

"So no human girl, huh?"

"Yup. No human girl in all their hotness can make me forget you, Sam." Dean replies. "Now an alien girl, maybe. Or Wonder woman..."

"Or maybe Jake and I can just run away together and never come back?" Sam narrows his eyes at Dean like he was daring him. Dean meets the narrow eyes head-on.

"Oh you mean, like you're are gon'na elope with Jake or something?"

"Or something."

"You're actually gon'na choose him over me?" Dean asks incredulously. "Jake?"

"Yes, Jake. And maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" Dean asks again, this time--louder; eyes all wide-eyed and growly.

"Yup."

"How can you even think about choosing Jake over me, Sammy?"

"I don't know. Why don't you ask Wonder woman or the alien girl?" Sam bats.

"Maybe I will."

"Fine." Sam says petulantly. "Go, then!"

"Maybe I will."

"Why maybe? Why don't you actually go to make sure?" with that Dean tried getting up in full effect, but Sam only grabbed on tighter. "Dean--don't!" the kid whimpers; the kid's eyes are teary when the middle brother turned to face him."I'm kidding! I'm kidding, Dean..."

"Hey, hey...Sammy. I know...I know...so was I, princess." Dean immediately hugs the kid.

"I don't want to do this, Dean. PLease don't make me go? Please?" Sam sobbed, his face is at the moment, buried to his big brother's chest. "Please tell Sonja I don't want to do this...please, Deanie?"

"Sam," Dean pulls away, it took him a couple of seconds before he could actually do it since Sam held on tighter. "...look at me, Sammy..hey...baby...look at me..."

Tears are streaming torrentially down the sides of the kid's face, Dean felt his chest was about to explode just then, but he holds it in long enough. He wanted to tell Sam something first.

"I don't want to do it, Dean..."

"Sam, you have to...okay? And besides, Jake is gon'na be there." he takes the kid's face in between his hands.

"But you're not, Dean..."

"I know, but like Sonja said, you can see me anytime you want, baby..."

"But you can't see me, Dean..." Sam started crying again, "...I told you I don't want you to hurt because of that..."

"Sam, I'm a big boy, okay? I can suck it up long enough til you and Jake could come back. Trust me, if you can make it. I can too."

"I don't think I can..."

"You can, baby. And you're gon'na make me proud, I know it."

"I don't want to do it, Deanie...please don't make me?" Sam is by now pleading to not be allowed to go.

"I want you to do it, Sam. Please, do this for me?"

"I want you to do it, Sam..."

That was more than enough for Sam to say 'yes'. He stops struggling and pulls himself together.

"You really want me to do this?" Sam asks the older boy.

"I don't want you to end up getting hurt or hurting anybody, Sam. Like Sonja said, there are people out there--like her ,only the bad kind, and they're gon'na want you and Jake on their side. I don't want that. Can't have that. Now if only to make them NOT get to you--I'm gon'na have to be strong enough to make it through without you by me for awhile. And you without me. It's gon'na hurt, I know--it's actually hurting now, but it's just for a short while, baby. You and I can both do this. And we're gon'na both make each other proud after this. I know it. Right, baby?"

"I'll make you proud, Dean."

"I already am." Dean wipes the tears from the kid's cheeks with his palm. "Take care of yourself and Jake for me, okay, Sam?"

"I promise. And you take care of yourself too, Deanie. For me."

"I'm gon'na be extra careful, baby. Now give me a freakin' hug goodbye here..."

Sam lunges at the older boy with one; for ages.

"It's not goodbye, Dean..." Sam says in pulling away. "..there's never gon'na be a goodbye between us."

"Never. You're right, baby..." Dean offers him a warm smile.

"Ever." Sam added. Dean agrees with a nod and a kiss to the kid's cheek.

"...hey, I love you." the older boy says.

"I love you, Dean."

"See you in a couple of weeks, little brother."Dean says with a big smile on his face.

"I'll see you earlier than that, Deanie."

"Oh right, you little show-off." Dean laughs as he flicks him on the nose playfully. "I'll just call Sonja right back in, Sam."

Sam wanted to start crying again as he was watching Dean's retreating figure walking away from him; but he knows it will hurt his big brother seeing his tears, so he holds it back. Before Dean went out though, he stopped midway from reaching in for the knob and turned to Sam.

"I'll miss you, Sam." His tone and his eyes were sad but he made every effort to put on a smile for Sam, and then he eventually left the room. The kid started sobbing again, the minute the door separated him from Dean. And harder after he felt Dean's jacket in his hands. The older boy decided to let Sam keep his jacket while they are apart from each other.

'Deanie...'

ooooooooooooo

When he got outside, as Dean was walking the corridors towards the waiting room area where he knows Sonja will be waiting for him with Jake, only then did he allow the tears to fall. He didn't shed a tear inside Sam's room earlier, but this time--he does. The pain is already too much to ignore. Sonja was waiting for him at the other end of the hallway and she saw the normally proud and cocky Dean, anything but cocky now. Before they even got in front of each other, the boy had already wiped his face dry. And then he slaps on a big fake smile on his face; if only to throw her off from his real emotion at the moment.

"He's all yours. For two whole weeks." he says to her, holding on to the smile on his face. But deep inside, his heart was in pieces. "I'll just go say goodbye to Jake too first, if you don't mind?"

Sonja nodded. She watched Dean walk around her towards the direction of the waiting room.

"Dean, he'll always be yours. Both of them. Nobody else's." Sonja calls out to him. The boy waves his hand at her without even turning around nor stopping. "Oh Dean..." she can't help but sigh bitterly before she eventually turned on her heel towards Sam's room.

ooooooooooooo

When Dean entered the waiting room area, he saw Jake standing by the window looking out.

"Hey you--" the older boy calls out. In seconds, Jake had crossed the room and wrapped his big brother in a hug. He hasn't seen Dean since the older boy was confined with Sam and he misses him, just as much as he misses his twin. "--it's always good to know that you're missed!" the older brother finishes.

"I missed you, Dean."

"Yeah?" Dean playfully scoffs. "You could've fooled me, kiddo. Cause I didn't notice." he says while hugging the kid back. "I missed you too. And will miss you again."

Jake pulls away.

"After Sonja told me about the thing I had to do with Sam, I was like, really happy, Dean. Like jump-over the roof happy! But then I realized that...you're not gon'na be there. I realized how much it's gon'na suck for you and for Sam. Now I'm not happy anymore, Dean. I'm sad--critically."

"Jake, come here--"

Jake, before long gets wrapped-up in a hug again. This time, Dean initiates it; with the kid crying in there.

"Dean, I don't want to do this if you're all gon'na be sad and hurt, man. It's gon'na hurt Sam too--and me." Jake sobbed. "If me and Sam have to stay in the house our whole lives so those people can't get to us, we can do that? Sam and I are both lazy to go to school anyways and we have everything we need at home. We don't have to go outside at all. I just don't want you hurting, Dean. It sucks. It sucks to see you hurting, man."

"As much as I don't want you and Sam to be away from me, Jake...I think this is the right thing to do. I know it is. Just don't worry about me. I'll be fine. And Sam--we've already talked about it. And he's gon'na be fine too. What's a couple of weeks, right?"

"I don't know if this is such a good idea at all...I really don't. Two weeks is long enough torture to bear."

"Nah, we'll be fine." Dean assures the kid. "We're Winchesters, remember? We're like cockroaches. Resillient and stubborn."

"I hate bugs, Dean." Jake grumbles in the hug, with a pout too. That made Dean chuckle.

"Hey, by the way..." Dean pulls away and met the kid's face. "...what you did? About the mind-thingy, lending it to me both times? I appreciate it, Jake. I really do. I love you more for that."

"I just thought you deserve it more than I do, Dean."tears fell from the boy's eyes. "And it's cause I love you and Sam very much."

Dean felt his heart get dashed to even tinier pieces after hearing that. He grabs the kid in a hug again. "I know you do." And that's when tears started to fall from his eyes too. "By god, I know you do, kiddo."

ooooooooooooo

When Eloise came up half an hour later, he found his middle brother sitting on the long couch by himself. Head leaned back against the headrest--and his eyes closed. He sat next to his kid brother and gave him a squeeze on the knee.

"It's gon'na be okay, squirt." the older boy noticed Dean cringe at the connection. And then the younger one opens his red, puffy eyes and turned to him--and with a serious face he spoke.

"You probably should really speak first before giving a guy a squeeze on the knee, man. I could have clocked you just then--you know? I thought maybe Maurice found me and decided to abuse me again." Dean says with a serious face; Eloise started with one too, only after hearing that from Dean, he could not keep holding on to it. He just had to laugh. Seconds later, Dean breaks into one too.

Several minutes later,

"You sure you're okay?" Eloise asks in concern.

"No. I'm really not, man. It feels like my heart just got ripped out of my chest or something." Dean turns to his big brother, "But I'll be alright. I mean, they're your little brothers too and I don't see you being melodramatic over there like I am over here. So, I'll be fine. At least I think I'm gon'na be."

"So will they be, Dean." referring to the twins.

"I hope to god, they are gon'na be, Ted. For everybody's sakes." Dean gets up then turns to Eloise who was still seated, "I'm up for a beer, you up for a beer?" he perks his voice up. And he slaps on the fake smile again.

"You don't drink beer, Dean." Eloise pointed out while getting up from the couch and following Dean to the door.

"You're right, not beer. I need something more potent--" Dean rambles to himself and then snaps his finger. "--like, poison." he grins big time at Eloise.

"Dea--" he tried getting in the boy's way.

"Would you cut me some slack, Ted?" Dean growls, "Now is really a good time for one, man. And I really really need one."

"Poison, Dean? Are you nuts?"

"Not poison though." he points out. "Just beer. So don't start with me."

"Dean--stop this!" he tried grabbing the boy by the arm but was brushed off.

"I d-don't think I can stand the pain for much longer, man...so please, don't do this? I'm just headin' out for a beer. One measly f***in' beer, alright?"

"NO, DEAN! NO!"

"Don't play dad with me, man! I don't need it right now!" Dean tells him off fiercely. He noticed Eloise looking over his shoulder towards the door. He turned and found just what caught his brother's attention; or who. "Dad?" his voice shook.

"Son..."

"I'm in so much pain, dad..." Dean softly muffles in anguish. Eloise had to turn his face away from his kid brother after hearing that. Like a kid, Dean meets their dad halfway and allows himself to be in a hug; and that's when he started to drop everything and have himself a good heary sob within his old man's comforting embrace.

Fifteen:

Sam's eyes fluttered open slowly. The second he did open them altogether, and had sat up in his spot, only then did he realize where he was--and seeing Jake a few feet next to him, still unconscious, where they were.

'Forest?' the kid says in his head."Does it always have to be at places like this?" he slowly picks himself up and walk over to his twin who was lying on his back on the ground. Before the younger of the two woke his twin up, he manages to look around first, just with his eyes. He doesn't leave his twin's side. At all. Several feet away, Sam's eyes found a tent, a couple of them. And a stack of firewood in the middle. Piled neatly. "Well at least we won't be cold." he turns to Jake and touched the older twin on the arm to wake him up."Jakey?"

It took some time before he stirred. And when he did and saw Sam looking down on him; much like what he did with Dean earlier--he launches his 'Damn it! I miss you like hell! hugs' on the kid too. And he doesn't let go for ages. Not until Sam actually tickled him, that's when Jake let go. Sam offers his hand and helped his twin up in no time and then they headed on looking around the place further.

When they got near the camp fire area--with the tents, Jake had to loudly sigh and shake his head dejectedly.

"What?" Sam asks him what the problem was.

"Out doors? Tent...fire..." he started, "The only things missing here are a pair of horses and sheep, Sam. Slap on us a couple of cowboy hats and we're Enis and Jack!"

"Who are they?" Sam asks innocently as he crouches in front of a stack of firewood; he plans on getting Jake start the fire later--without the use of matches. Just his ability.

"Sam! We are in the freakin' backdrop of Brokeback Mountain here! god!" Jake gasps. After Sam heard of the reason why Jake was even whining twice more than he normally does back home, it made the kid chuckle, out loud; to mock his twin.

"Jake, I can't believe you watched that movie, man. I bet after I told Dean about this, he's gon'na--"

"You're not telling anybody about it, Sam."

"Oh yeah? Why not?"

"Cause if you did, I might have to kill you."

"Well, how come you didn't seem to mind coming in and out of the theatre when you watched it that time? So why would it be a big deal should I tell Dean about it now? And Danny and Kel and Ted..and Gabe...and Jt..." Sam's face breaks into a mischievous wide grin.

"It wasn't my idea, okay? It was Brenda's fault. She tricked me." Jake says sulkingly while propping his butt on the ground infront of the stacked-up firewood in the middle of the camp. "She told me it was a western movie..."

"Which it kind of is, in a way." Sam says as he took a spot in front of one of the tents. He turns to Jake. "Hey--I'm pickin' this one, is it okay with you?" referring to the blue-colored tent.

"No, it's not okay with me."

"Okay." Sam gets up and heads for the other tent. "I'll stay here then. You can have the blue one."

"It's still not okay with me, baby."

"Where am I supposed to sleep then?"

"Sam, we're not separating. We're both sleeping in one tent. I've never been camping before--well, I did a simulation of being in one that one time. But it was not the real thing. I'm scared of the woods, Sam. You're not making me sleep in a tent by myself."

"I went camping once. With Sean...and Mattie. It was fun. We went fishing and jumped into the lake together. We were canonballs!" Sam fondly recalls. "I wish we could go camping too with everybody some time...after we get out of this one."

"We could, Sam." Jake says, "We will."

Sam gave him a warm smile before he unzips the gray-colored tent and went in..

"Hey, baby--"Jake calls out. Sam answers him from inside.

"Yeah?"

"I missed you."

Sam's head popped out of the tent and he gives his twin a squinty-faced look.

"I didn't."

Jake made a face at this in response.

"Just cause I'm not Dean..." he grumbles, "What am I chopped-liver, Sam?"

Sam disappears right back into the tent without a word. Jake gets up and with heavy feet found his way towards the mouth of it as he peers in.

"That was hurtful, you know that?" he started. He found Sam sitting in there, smiling warmly at him.

"I was joking, Jakey. Of course I missed you too!" Sam assures him.

"Right."Jake scoffs.

"Come sit by me, man?" Sam gives the space next to him a pat as he calls Jake over. "COme on, Jake? Don't be a bitch." he says with a chuckle. Jake sat next to his younger twin and slouched. "I really did miss you, Jake."

"I know."

"So, do you have any idea at all what we're supposed to do out here?" Sam turns to him and asks innocently. "Cause I have no idea at all on what to do, Jake. And since you're the big brother around here, I'm kind'a hoping you could show me the ropes."

Jake met the kid's eyes.

"I sure love the sound of that, baby." he leans in and kisses the kid on the cheek. "I can teach you a thing or two about a lot of things."he declares right before he props on his back next to Sam; both his palm cradling the back of his head and his ankles crossed. "We can start off with flirting...cause baby...you so suck at that I tell yah! Then we can head off to the right way to kiss a girl--"

"To our abilities, Jake. Learn me the ropes to them!" Sam points out, slapping his twin lightly on the knee. "And I actually know a thing or two about flirting, thank you very much.I know I suck--but that sure don't matter to my girl. And kissing? Dude, I think I actually got that covered too."

"I could show you hundreds of other ways to--"

Sam covers his ears with both hands as he bolts up and out of there. "I'll go get us water from the stream..." he tells Jake.

"Oh come on, Sam? I was kidding!" Jake laughs as he calls out after the kid. He is out of the tent watching Sam walk away, carrying a bucket. "You do know you can just port to the stream, right?"

"I want to walk there, Jake."

"Why?"

"Cause I want to lose some weight!"

Jake makes a scrunchy face, then follows Sam with his eyes; "Where? Lose weight where?"

That made Sam chuckle as he waves a hand at Jake dismissively.

"Sam, can I come with?" Jake calls out, he looks around. "I'm actually scared being by myself, baby...a bear might come along and eat me while you're--"

Sam pops up next to him.

"--god damn it!" Jake cries out.

"I thought you said you want to come with?" Sam grabs him by the wrist, "So I'm here. NOw, come with." the kid starts dragging him.

"Don't do that again, okay?" Jake slaps Sam lightly on the arm. He allows himself to be dragged.

"Jake, we're actually here to do hands-on to stuff we can do." Sam reminds him. "I'm practicing."

"More like showing-off..." Jake grumbles.

"Hey, you can start fire with just your mind, Jake. I can't do that. I think it's cool!"

"Yeah, well--what good does starting a fire do besides save on on matches at barbeques and stuff? I'm a fire hazard, Sam! You're ability is way cooler than mine! I'm Drew Barrymore--minus the blonde curly hair and lisp."

"Huh?"

"Seriously, Sam--what did you watch when you were growing up? Home videos?"

"I didn't get to watch too much Tv when I was growing up, Jake. Let alone the movies..."

"Did I jog a bad memory?" Jake asks quietly, "Sorry..."

"No, it's okay. I'm good." Sam assures him. "So what about Drew Barrymore?" they are walking alongside each other down the trail towards the direction of the stream ahead. Jake taking the bucket from his baby twin and carrying it for himself.

"She was in thsi movie back then, she was a fire starter."

"Oh right, that one! We actually watched that last time on my thirteenth birthday, Jake!" Sam excitedly recounts. Jake's face lit up, he stopped walking and made Sam stop too. They are facing each other in the middle of the trail.

"Get out of here! I watched that movie with my girlfriend on my thirteenth birthday too--at her place. And we were alone..."

Sam rolls his eyes to this.

"Anyways, we'll talk about that later on."

"Let's not." Sam starts walking again, with Jake catching up. He wraps an arm around his twin's neck.

"Seriously though, baby--13th birthday, huh?"

"Yeah." Sam smirks. "Imagine that?"

"I actually feel happy somehow knowing that, Sam."

The kid cranes his neck to catch his older twin's face. "Me too, Jakey."

When they got to the stream, by the bank...Sam turns to Jake.

"I want to try something." he says.

"What--swim? Cause if you're doing the canonball in there, baby--I'm not going after you. I almost drowned in one of these when I was a baby, remember?"

Sam cringed.

"Jake, I'm sorry--"

"Don't be. So what were you gon'na try doing anyways?"

Sam smiles at him and then crouched near the water; he held his hand a couple of inches over the water and then he slowly lifted his hand and himself up. Jake's jaw dropped as he was watching what was happening.

"Sam--oh my god!" he gasps.The older boy reaches his hand in at the column of water that was standing under his baby twin's hand.

"I did this one time in the bath tub at home a week ago." Sam says gleefully; like an invisible straw was sucking the water up from the stream; only it was just one of Sam's ability--no magic invisible straw at all. "Do you think it's cool?"

"It's f***in' awesome, you show-off!" Jake says proudly, "I wonder if you'll get scalded should I use my ability on it! Like heat the water up while you're doing your thing with it."he is eyeing the water under Sam's hand with a mischievous look on his face like he was already picturing it in his head.

Sam let the water go. And then he pouts at the older boy.

"What?"Jake started, "I was kidding!" he smirks.

Sammy has awesome powers! :D aw i love the end haha this awesome. poor Dean i would feel that way too. :( Dean plz dont drink not now plz :cry aww steven he is already falling over for the winchesters! :wub:
more plz love it! upadte when you can.

hmm i wonder who this innocuous person is that we are talkinf about huh? OH WAIT ITS YOU! :D

leavin some love for ya :wub:

WE'RE TALKIN ABOUT YOU! :rolleyes: YOU SILLY GOOSE! :) :P

Sixteen:

Jacob just turned his head away from Sam for a second after he heard a noise behind him. When he turned it right back--"Sam?" he calls out. His little twin isn't where he was standing at earlier, just beside the water. The boy looked around, first only with his eyes. But soon after, he himself went scanning the nearby areas altogether. Several minutes later, that's when Jake finally admitted it to himself. He is by himself. The boy finds himself--alone.

His nightmare is come to life somehow. In a forest, alone. And it is getting dark. The boy felt his heart race as he started to take a step away from the edge of the water.

"SAAAMMM!" he called out again and again, this time--louder. But there is still nothing. No response, nothing. The wind isn't even there either. Neither were the sound that the crickets around them made. It was just him in all his lonesome. And it scared Jake, hearing the noise all the silence is making around him. He stood there, hearing his heartbeat in his ears, tears falling down his face as he grabbed both hands to the either side of his head. "SAAAAAMMMM! WHERE ARE YOU??"

Nothing.

"Where are you, baby?" Jake softly muffles as he was looking around hopelessly. "If this is a joke Sam--it's not funny anymore...IT'S NOT FUNNY AT ALL!" the boy yells fiercely, "SAAAMMMM!"

He was rewarded with nothing--still.

The kid finds himself running back up the trail where he and Sam came from earlier; screaming his brother's name out. This time around though, it is not so much the fear of the unknown he was running away scared from that he is focused on at the moment, nor is it his being scared of being left alone--all by himself. The thing he more frightened the most at the moment is the idea of losing Sam. That he had lost his baby brother. And this time--for real. Forever.

Jake could feel his heart trying to come out of his throat as he was running up the trail. It wasn't that long a walk earlier when he and Sam were taking it together; but this time, that he is alone, it was taking twice as long to get off it. He feels like he is going in circles. Desperate and scared, Jake stumbles to the ground and stayed there; on all fours he started sobbing harder. It took him several minutes of being doubled over, crying his heart out down there before he lifted his gaze and from the bottom of his heart, screamed one name. That being,

"SAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMM!!"

oooooooo

Sam's eyes wandered towards the tent where Jake disappeared to earlier. They haven't had dinner yet but the older boy was complaining of being sleepy. So the younger of the two told him to take a nap while he get dinner ready for them. He has no idea where he was gon'na get the grub or how really, but since he has been camping before--he somehow knows his way through it, a little. Unlike his brother who is a camping virgin.

"Jake? I'll just try and catch us some dinner, okay?" the boy calls out to his older half, no response. "Jakey?" still no response, "Guess you really were sleepy, weren't you?" he gets up and walks towards the tent to check on Jake in there. Peeping in, Sam saw Jake curled up in there; his head resting on Dean's balled-up jacket as a pillow. For a few seconds, Sam felt a pang of jealousy hit him when he saw that-Jake using his Deanie's jacket. But then he shook that feeling away. ‘Don't be crazy, Sammy...seriously...' he tells himself.

He went in and took his outer shirt off and put it over his twin. Then he carefully plants a kiss on Jake's cheek before he went back out to resume his plan of getting them dinner. Before he left, the boy made sure first that Jake was safe in there by starting a fire just outside and zipping the tent up.

"I'll be right back with dinner, Jake." Sam says, mostly to himself, since Jake couldn't even hear him. As he is walking down the trail, back to the stream, Sam can't help but shiver. It was getting cold. "I have to get back soon--or I'm going to freeze. And with food too." he tells himself. "Jake's going to be extra bitchy whenever he's hungry." the boy smirks.

It only took him minutes for him to catch himself a couple of fishes; Sam used his ability to work for his benefit right there. After catching them dinner though, he suddenly felt lonely. A fit of an extremely tormenting feeling of loneliness suddenly came at him from out of nowhere. The kid finds himself propping on a large boulder by the stream with his catch by his foot.

‘Dean...' he started with a sigh. ‘I miss you.' He fiddled with his ring for awhile and then he whipped out his wallet and took out the pictures he had in there of his brothers. ‘I miss you guys...' His eyes zero in on Dean after he scanned everybody's faces first. ‘I'm gon'na make you proud of me, Deanie. I will.' "I love you, Dean." He says out loud-to the wind.

Right about that time, Dean was lying on his back-on his bed, back at the villa. Eyes closed heart in pain. Everybody thought it be best for him to be home and get some shut-eye while they take care of explaining things to Luie. It has only been 6 hours since the twins left but it feels longer for him; for everybody. Normally Dean would be all defensive and offensive when somebody gets authoritative on him; but when he was told earlier by his big brother, that he ought to go back to the villa, the boy just immediately said ‘yes' to the suggestion.

"I love you, Dean."

He thought he heard it.

Sam's voice.

Dean's eyes shot open and his breath doubled. ‘Sammy?' he mentally calls out to his baby's name, but there was no response. He waited for seconds for anything, but he got nothing. He reminded himself of the set-up-with the arrangement only working one way and it bummed him out. He covers his face with a pillow and muffled a couple hundreds of incoherent cusses under there.

More than a couple of minutes later, after the pillow was removed, Dean takes a big gulp of air to his lungs; he needed to after depriving it of air for a good few minutes.

"Whoo!" he cries out, "That is SO a bad way to go!!" he refers to self-asphyxiation. And then he remembers the set-up, again; Sam seeing him. He cringed. "Baby, if you somehow saw that--" he says with a nervous chuckle-looking around the room, "--I was just kidding, ‘kay?"

Dean waited, several minutes more as he had somehow picked himself up from the bed and swung his legs to the side.

‘I miss you, Sammy...' he says in his head, he knows if he said it out loud there could be a chance that Sam could hear him and be all sad and concerned-and distracted; so Dean decided to just keep it in his head. ‘I miss you so much it hurts...it hurts like hell...'

Back at the forest...

Sam felt his heart prick. And he can tell that his condition is not the cause of it. He then tried thinking of what to do just then to access channeling Dean. He has no idea what to do, but he is being hopeful somehow that it will just come to him; like the water-thing that he can do.

He closed his eyes and tried shutting out everything else from his head besides Dean. He did that for who knows how long but somehow, all he got out of it was nose bleeds. Frustrated, the kid got up and washed his face in the stream. As he was doing that, deep inside he could feel his emotions churning. He was questioning what Sonja said; doubting her a bit. And then he scolded himself for even thinking it. He had to remind himself that she is a friend--soon to be sister. But in spite that, still the anger and frustration hit on him, hard. And he bent it on the next best thing--at the floating log in water in front of him.

Instead of one intact big log, after Sam was done with it, the object was nothing more than several pieces of floating debris scattered everywhere, not just on the water.

‘Why can't I do it?' Sam growls in his head, "Why can't I see Dean?"

And then the doubt was there again.

"Did she lie to me-just to get me and Jake to go...did Sonja lie to me?" he is knelt beside the water, looking at himself in there, "Did she lie to me? It's not true that I can really see Dean at all?" he kept asking himself over and over. "Did Sonja...did she lie?"

Witches lie...

Sam bolts up on his feet and spun around.

"Who's there?" he calls out.

Sonja's a witch...and witches lie...

It came again. It wasn't actually a clear-cut voice, it was more like whispering. The voice is fleeting.

"Who's there?" Sam calls out again. "Show yourself!"

She lied to you, Sam. She's a witch and witches lie...

"Sonja is my friend. I didn't mean to think bad about her. I was just confused and missing my brother too much to think straight. She may be a witch she's a good witch and she's my friend."

Witches lie...

"STOP IT!" Sam cries out. "SHOW YOURSELF, YOU COWARD!"

She lied...witches lie...

"Sonja wouldn't lie to me. I know better. You won't make me turn against her, ever. There's no way. So just get the hell away from me, you hear?"

Sonja lied to Jake too...

"STAY AWAY FROM MY BROTHER!" Sam angrily cries out.

Too late Sam. I already have him. But you are welcome to come join us...

After having heard that, Sam was given the opportunity to see just who he was conversing with. From out of nowhere, a horrifying image of a woman, flailing towards him--wearing faded and dirtied by time, tattered clothes, a pale face and bloody red eyes, came at him. Head-on. Sam shut his eyes with the plan of porting out of her way, only it was too late. She is already there.

She was shrieking something the kid couldn't make-out. When her body hit and passed through the boy; Sam actually felt the connection and so did she. The minute Sam opened his eyes; he noticed his chest was bleeding through his shirt.

‘No...' he whimpers as he nursed his chest. He heard the figure behind him again. But Sam this time was ready. He managed to port even before the entity came at him again the second time. The littlest Winchester expected his teleporting ability to have been the thing to kick-in and save his life; only it was not it.

Sam at just the right time opened his eyes and caught himself obliterating the entity out of the air. With what? He doesn't know. And just what was the thing he destroyed, he has no idea either. When he got back to the tent, he was nearly out of breath. He felt like passing out.

‘What just happened, Sam?' he drops to his knees just outside their tent as he tried letting things sink down somehow. ‘Was that a dream?' he lifts his head and looked around, ‘Am I dreaming?'

"SAAAAMMMMM!"

He heard Jake's voice coming from inside the tent. The boy felt his soul leave his body just then, that he had just died. His twin's voice was shadowed anguish and intense fright as he called out his name.

That got Sam scrambling on his knees to get to his brother-almost ripping the tent apart.

"JAKE!"

Seventeen:

Jake’s eyes shot open. So did Sam’s. And it was at the exact same time the other did too. Then a whole lot of gasping came after that. The older of the two, after his eyelids fluttered open, finds himself on his back, on the ground, just beside the stream. It was the same stream as he remembers that he and Sam had earlier been standing next to; with his baby brother testing his ability by it and on it.

‘Baby! Oh my god, Sam!’ Jake gasps in his head at the thought of Sam not being there. He just remembers his nightmare. His brows scrunched up, ‘Was it a nightmare? And…’he looks around with his eyes after managing to sit up, ‘…what the hell am I doing on the ground?’

But even before he could utter a word verbally, somebody beats him to doing it.

“Jake?”

Sam’s voice broke through Jake’s conversation with himself and general wonderings on how he even passed-out just like he did and not remember anything at all as to why and how. He saw his baby twin also on the ground, a few feet behind him; about to be getting up. The kid is shaking his head, most probably trying to shake the dizziness away like he is doing himself.

“Baby, are you okay?” he calls out. He is up on his feet before Sam was and is alongside his twin helping him get up altogether soon enough. “You alright, Sam?” Jake is assessing the kid for any injuries.

“I’m okay, Jakey. But are you though?” Sam looks up to meet Jake’s eyes; and then he pretty much does the same as Jake. He assesses him for any injuries. “What happened to us? Why are we on the ground?”

“I have no idea, baby. I remember us talking and you were showing off—“ Sam makes a face to that, “Well you were. And then the next thing, I was running through the freakin’ place looking for you cause you just disappeared on me, Sam. It was god-awful I tell yah…” after having said that, Jake swipes Sam’s face in between his hands. “Are you actually here now, though? This isn’t still THAT nightmare, is it? And THAT place I was before where you disappeared in ‘the reality’? Cause I’ll just go crazy if it is, Sam. I swear to you—I’m going to go crazy. I don’t want to be alone. But mostly I don’t want to lose you. So, tell me I’m not dreaming, please?” the older boy is starting to cry.

“Jake, you’re not dreaming.” Sam holds on to both of Jake’s wrist. “Don’t cry now? I’m really here. And I just had a nightmare too myself.” He runs his thumb across Jake’s cheeks to wipe the tears away.

“You did?”

“Yeah. It was just as awful. And there was this lady—well I think she was a lady…well, anyways…she wounded me. “Sam touched his chest—checking for pain and the stain of blood that was there earlier; he even looked inside his shirt for anything—but there was nothing there. “Well, I guess it had just been a nightmare too.”

“Sam, how did we end up on the ground?” Jake asks with a confused face.

“I have no idea either.” Sam hugs Jake. “I’m glad you’re okay. I thought something bad had happened to you. That lady somehow said she had you--“

“She didn’t, Sam.” Jake finds Sam’s ear and assures the kid. “I’m not going to leave you, baby. Not for anything.”

“Same goes for me, Jake. We got here together—we’re leaving this thing together too. I promise.” Sam says to Jake within the confines of the hug. And that’s when he felt Jake hug him tighter.

“I’m scared, Sam.” Jake pulls away and met Sam’s face.

“Scared of what, Jake? Of that lady? She’s not getting to you. Not if I can do something about it.”

“I’m scared of screwing this up, Sam.”

“You’re not.”

“But what if I can’t find control over it, baby? I’m not as good as you.”

“Who told you I’m good? I’m just as lost as you are with this, Jake. We’re coping together.”

“Sam, I can start-up a fire whenever something upsets me. I can conjure flames with my mind…I don’t want to end-up being evil and hurting people with what I can do should I not gain control in using this. I’m scared of that happening, baby. What if one time, we’ll get into one of our stupid arguments and you upset me? I could end up setting you on fire? I’m scared of hurting you, Sam—hurting Dean, Danny—people I love with this.”

“Jake, all you got to do is focus, okay? Don’t think of anything that is outside the real purpose of why we are even here. I know it’s scary—it scares me too. But we are what we are. We can’t not use what was given to us when it is right there in our faces. That would be stupid.”

“Sam, like I said—I’m scared of—“

“You are scared of turning evil?” Sam cuts in, he this time pulls away and makes his older half face him. Since after Jake started talking again earlier, he averted his gaze away from Sam.“Jakey, it’s not like we don’t have a choice, because we so do; to choose good over evil. Everybody has that choice, Jake. For us both, we can choose our abilities to protect people we love. And you are going to do just that too, Jakey. Cause you’re going to find it. You’re getting out of here with full control over what you can do; I believe in you, you know that?”

Jake looks at the kid thoughtfully for seconds as he was digesting what he just said to him. He reaches in and cradles Sam’s nape in one hand.

“I’ll use it to protect you, Sam.”

“I can so get used to that and be rotten spoiled—but it’s your call!” Sam snaps back, smiling. Jake smiles back as he pulls Sam in a hug.

“Knock yourself out, Sam I won’t mind! I grew up the spoiled brat all my life. It’s your turn now!” Jake tells his baby twin who gave him a pat on the back coupling his chuckles.

As they are walking back towards the camp site, Sam turns to Jake who was carrying the bucket of water; his twin still looked worried somehow and it is making Sam worry too.

“Hey Jake--“

Jake turns to him.

“Yeah, baby?”

“There’s one thing I want you to know.”

“What is it, Sam?”

“That no matter what--I’m always going to love you.”

“Sam, come here--“Sam did; Jake then wraps one arm around the younger boy’s back. “--I’ll have you know that I’ve gotten this far in life knowing that. And I’m not about to stop believing it now.” He kisses Sam on the temple. “I want you to know that no matter what too—I’m always going to love you, Sam.” ‘Most probably even more than you do me.’ He finishes in his head.

“I already know it too, Jake.”

“That’s awesome news then, baby.” He kisses Sam again, on the cheek this time. “I want you to hold on to that, okay?”

“Always.” Sam says.

Sam found the need to shut his eyes for a second after the thought of the tape tried entering his mind. He knows they are both vulnerable at the moment—Jake mostly. The minute the fact about the tape gets revealed and his involvement in it; Sam knows Jake will spiral down somehow and blow off the traversal out of proportion not only for himself but for the both of them. And Sam didn’t want that to happen. So he did what he had to do; did what he could, and that is to block a part of his mind from Jake again.

By the time they were back in camp, it was already getting dark. Sam got on one knee by the pile of woods in front of him as he was about to get a fire going on; only Jake calls his attention towards himself. He is sitting across the campfire from the kid.

“What?”

“Allow me.” Jake says smugly.

“Oh, right!” Sam clicks his tongue, “I was gon’na ask you to do this earlier.” He moves out of the way and found a spot next to Jake. “Fire away baby!”

Jake smirks to this right before he focused his eyes onto the logs and a few squints later to emphasize his fire starting ability, the log was set ablaze. Sam can’t help but be all proud of his twin for that. He gives him a quick hug before he got up and went to work on cooking the fish he caught over the flames.

“That was awesome, Jake! I wish I could do that!” Sam tells Jake while he was putting the fishes over the flames.

“Uh, Sam?” Jake is eyeing the couple of fishes Sam took out of his jacket pocket; all wrapped up in big leaves.

“What?” he asks distractedly.

“Where did you get those fish-ies?”

“I caught them. Why?”

“When?”

“Earlier, at the stream. You didn’t notice me tuck them in my jacket?” Sam replies. “Well I didn’t actually catch them technically. It was more like an accident. They sort of got caught with what I doing with the water. So here they are, joining us for dinner.” The kid finishes with a nose-wrinkle.

“You’re amazing!’

“No, you are! You made the fire!”

“You caught us dinner.”

“Yeah, but you made fire so we won’t be cold.” Sam answers.

“You put up with me earlier when I was all girly and scared. So that makes you even more amazing, baby!” Jake points out. “End of story. “

Sam chuckles at Jake petulance.

“You know, Sonja could have told us beforehand that we had to find our own food during this whole finding yourself and your ability-traversal-thingy. I mean, all she told us is that we had to do this—for our abilities’ sakes. She didn’t mention anything about scavenging for food ourselves.” The older of the two started to complain while eating their dinner. “I mean, we could have packed provisions, you know? I could’ve asked Fantille to pack us some food from the pantry…”

“She did give us tents to sleep in and wood, Jake. Sonja, I mean.” Sam defended.

“Both of which we can’t eat, Sam.”

“Touche!” that made Sam chuckle again—louder and more heartily. “Maybe she just forgot or something. Cut her some slack, man?”

“I’m telling you that girl is a hundred years old! She keeps forgetting a lot of things lately…”

Ooooooooooooooo

Sonja is sitting on the den couch back at the villa with Henry and Pierce when she suddenly just bolted up and gasped.

“Mon dieu!”

Next thing is--she dashes up the stairs without uttering another word. Pierce turns to Henry with a scrunched up face after they both watched Sonja disappear up the stairs.

“Alright what did you do?” Pierce demanded, “Seriously, Henry! I’m right here, man—“ he whacks the boy on the chest with the back of his hand.

“I got eyes, dude. I can see you.” Henry replies.”And ow!” referring to the whacking.

“Did you make a move on my woman? Didja? Didja?”Pierce’s eyes are wide and glaring.

A big indignant “Ugh!” was Henry’s only verbal response. And then he swings a cushion, right dab on the Winchester boy’s face.

ooooooooooooooooo

The door to Dean’s bedroom just opened, catching him off guard in there coming out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist and one wrapped around his head. He was dripping wet, having just finished taking a shower.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry…” Sonja backs away to the doorway—all red in the face. She turns around the other way—facing the open door. Dean’s face is red too but he didn’t lose his cockiness or his moxy. He knows he looks good in anything; hence is confident That and he is actually looking at himself in the mirror at the moment and loving what he is seeing in there. Plus, it is the second time Sonja has actually seen him in that situation, so the shock already wore off the first time it happened.

“What is it?” he started while drying his hair with the towel.

“I’ll let you get into your clothes first, Dean. I can’t concentrate right now looking at you--like that…without…you know? Anything--on.”

“I’m not entirely naked, lady. I got a towel on me.” Dean defended, grinning.

“Which doesn’t constitute clothes, Dean?”

Dean smugly gloats at that remark with a big grin on his handsome face, behind Sonja’s back. He heads for the closet that he and Sam are sharing to get clean clothes to change in. His eyes rested on Sam’s clothes in there and it made his heart ache.

‘Sammy…’

As he was about to touch Sam’s shirt hanging in there,

“You done?”

Sonja broke through his thoughts.

“In a minute.” He answers, “And as much as I know how hard it is for women to resist watching me put my clothes on, or getting out of them for that matter—“he smirks suggestively, “--which I don’t blame them for, at all…I must insist that you keep facing the other way, lady. You being my sister now and all. It would be kind’ a incestuous, don’t you think?.”

“Oh I can’t agree more, Dean! And actually right now? Despite the temptation, because I respect you that much? I am so fighting the urge to look. Believe me.”

“Of course you are.” Dean laughs. So did Sonja a second later.

Several minutes later and they are facing each other, Dean, sitting on the bed and Sonja standing in front of him.

“You forgot?” Dean asks incredulously. “How in hell could you forget?”

“I—got no excuse, Dean.” She says apologetically; but in fact—she wasn’t entirely being that. The white witch somehow did it on purpose. She very well knows that it is pure torture on both sides for the brothers being separated like that—so she orchestrated the little ‘incident’ of leaving the provisions behind.

“What’s the damage control?” Dean asks her, concern written on his face.

“I am sure you are going to love me for this.” she says excitedly.

‘I don’t think I need any help anymore in that department.’ Dean whispers to himself.

“Did you say something, Dean?”

“Uh—no. Did--you?” Dean throws the question back at her, disarming her with his handsome face.

“Uh—no.“ distractedly, Sonja replies, “And as I was saying, Dean…you are so going to love me for what I am about to tell you. Right now.”

“Spill.”

“You and I can both go and see the twins.”

Dean’s face lit up like a Christmas tree with blinding lights.

“Uh--“ was all he could utter.

“But only for a couple of minutes though. We can bring them provisions.” Sonja finishes.

“What are we waiting for?” Dean gets up.

“Where are you two going?” Pierce just came in the door; eyeing Dean suspiciously who in turn just waves a hand at him dismissively.

“Dan, I forgot the twins’ provisions.” Sonja tells him, “And we’re bringing it to them now.”

“Can I come with?” Pierce asks excitedly, “Please?”

“If you promise to her that you’ll be good?” Dean says. “Cause I did.”

“I promise too then.” Pierce immediately says, “Scout’s honor!”

“You are so gullible my brother, it’s pathetic!” Dean blurts out smugly. “What are we waiting for , lady?” he turns to Sonja, “My babies could be starving up there by now?”

When Kel came in to tell Dean about the call he just got from somebody just a mere seconds ago; threatening him--spinning around in the middle of the room literally--he finds nobody in there.

The room, empty.

Ohhhhhhhh... :lol: :lol: :lol:

Yeah, Stevn sure is falling in love with the Winchy's. I mean wh wouldn't, right? <_< <_<

Dean, drunk+his meanness=bad combo! :o

well, thats dean for ya--cant quite grip his liquor well! :rolleyes:

i love it! good they can go see Sammy adn jakey! :skip more plz love it! update as soon as you can plz :D

Chapter Eighteen:

Since Sonja neglected to mention to the brothers the time difference between the real and the traverse worlds; neither has it crossed her mind either, when they got to the twins with their provisions--it was nighttime. Dean and Pierce, after putting the big duffels of supplies inside the other tent went about scouring the place for the twins. And as quietly as they could, they managed to look inside the tent where the kids are sleeping soundly; all snuggled up like new-born little puppies.

Dean can't help but feel a mixed-emotion stirring up inside of him as he was watching the twins sleep in there. He has a smile on his face at seeing his little brothers after he has been missing them the whole 7 hours already since they left; and at the same time, the middle brother is feeling a prick in his heart at the idea of Jake getting to stay with Sam while he has to go without the littlest Winchester for a week by his side.

"They look like the beast masters' pets, don't they?" Pierce whispers to him as they are looking in through the unzipped part of the tent. Dean just gives his brother an amused smirk. "What?" he blurts at Dean innocently. "They do." Pierce whispers again.

Sonja was meanwhile scanning the wooded area surrounding the campsite with her eyes. After a second she can't help but shudder at the thought of something being out there, watching them. She very well knows there actually is something out there. The place is jogging some bad memories for her when she had her traversal--alone; barely escaping out of there in one piece and still belonging to the good side. Deep inside, she wanted to just snag everybody and leave that place. But then she also knows she can't take the twins with them. They needed to go through the journey, just as everybody of their kind has, since time began.

Fortunately with the twins though, they are lucky enough to have each other; not to have had the chance to be there by themselves as Sonja and the rest had been, once before. Sam and Jake didn't have to go through what all the other white witches and light warlocks had gone through during their journey in the same place. And that right there at least brought consolation to her soul; bringing her worries at an ease. Should either of the twins didn't have the other, she knows that whoever was watching them in the woods would have gotten them already. She shut her eyes at the recollection of losing a couple of her good friends to the dark side many years ago; the pressure and fear got to them and gave the control of their abilities up. Just as Sonja very well knows either Sam and Jake are going to should they have had to be there alone. Neither of the twins are strong enough without the other.

Sonja heard movement next to her, it was Pierce; finding his place next to her on the ground.

"You alright?" he asks her. Sonja gave him a nod.

"I know of something that you did." he whispers to her ear making her crane her neck to look at him. "And I'm willing to bet that it's true."

"Oh it is now?" she bats back challengingly.

"Mmhm."

"Alright, humor me, boy."

"I know you forgot the provisions on purpose." Pierce started, and then before he went on--he looks over his shoulder first at the direction of the tent where he left Dean earlier, making sure the coast is clear-- and then he resumes talking. “And I also know for a fact that it's past the two-minute marker already. But since you froze time--it's all good."

Sonja doesn't respond verbally. But her smile said it all. Pierce hugs his arms around her and kissed her.

"I love you more for doing this, you know?" the boy whispers to her."Did you see the look on his face when he saw them in there?" referring to Dean. "It was heart-breaking, baby."

"I know..." she hugged Pierce around the waist tighter. "...it is killing him, Dan. But he sure is sucking it up."

"I know."

--

Dean has been watching the twins for ages; memorizing the looks on each of his baby brothers' faces. He knows he's going to have to leave soon and he is soaking up what he can before he does.

'Well they both look alright.' he says in his head as he is assessing the kids’ conditions, 'Nothing seems broken and stuff. Guess they are doing pretty good so far, with the traver--travesty--travelry...I don't know. Whatever the hell it is! Who cares?' His face then breaks into a smile after he noticed Sam wearing his jacket. It made him all fuzzy inside. 'He misses me. That's cute.' And then he sighs, 'And painful...'

The boy looked at his watch.

'Damn it!' the boy cussed under his breath in his head at the realization that their two minutes was up. "Damn it!" he cussed again, this time vocally--in a whisper as he leaves the tent. Just as he was about to join the couple sitting by the fire, with their backs towards him; that's when the middle brother almost got winded. Arms are latched around his waist from out of nowhere. But he doesn't go retaliatory at all; he immediately knew who the arms belong to. "Thought you were asleep?"

"I was...but I heard you, Dean." came a raspy response.

Dean right off bat knew Sam was crying behind him. "Come here, Sammy..."He caught the kid by the wrist and ushered him in front of him.”It's gon'na be alright, you hear me?" he assures the kid. Pierce and Sonja just in time caught behind them, Dean hugging a crying Sammy. It made cuts through their hearts.

"They sure do miss each other that much, don't they?" Sonja turns to Pierce.

"Half an hour is long enough for them not to see each other, babe." he replies.

“That could be an arsenal an enemy could use against them right there.” Sonja says ominously.

“Good thing there’s none of that around here then, huh, baby?” Pierce remarked.

“Yeah, good thing.” Her eyes are looking over the direction behind the tent. She could very well feel her skin crawl. Pierce wrapping her up in a hug didn’t go unrewarded. She hugged him back.

--

"Aw, what's with the tears though, Sam?" Dean cradles the kid's face in between both hands after he pulled away from the hug. "I thought you'd be happy to see me? They had better be happy tears, baby...cause if they’re not? I’m tellin’ yah, it’ll hurt, Sammy." He teased as he is wiping the tears away with both thumbs across the kid's reddened cheeks.

"I missed you...big time, Deanie. I tried channeling you earlier but I couldn't do it. I wanted to see you so bad--but I can't get it to work yet." Sam says. "I'm glad you're here, Dean...I am so glad you're here."

"Me too, baby. Me too." Dean says appreciatively at the reaction he got from Sam. He can't feel any more loved by the kid at the moment. He pulls the kid in another hug soon enough. "And don't worry about the thing--Sonja told you about? It's gon'na come out soon enough, baby. And you will see me. I promise you. Trust me, okay?"

"Always, Dean. I just want this to be over soon."

"I wish that too, Sammy. Just as bad as you do." he kisses the kid on the temple.

"Hey, Dean--" the kid calls out his big brother's name, but not removing himself from the hug.

"Mmhm?"

"I caught fish just with my ability earlier. A couple of them actually--me and Jakey had them for dinner." Sam recounts proudly with a smile amidst the tears streaming down the sides of his face and with his one cheek resting on his big brother's shoulder—onto the older boy’s shoulder as well. His arms are wrapped around the older boy's waist at the moment, with his face is towards the wooded area. That is to keep his tears away from Jake. The kid knows once Jake sees him all sad, that the older boy will start up too.

"That is super awesome, baby!” he says proudly, “I guess when you and Jake get done with this traver-er..."

"Traversal, Deanie." Sam helps him out with a chuckle.

"Thanks, baby." Dean acknowledges, "—after all that? That we go camping ourselves so you can show me this new venture o' yours, huh? What do say, baby?"

"You, me and everybody? Even daddy?" Sam asks excitedly.

"Oh yeah—especially daddy, Sam! You and I both know how much the old man loves the woods!”

Sam chuckles to the idea, "I'm so in, Dean!" he declares happily as he pulls away and met his big brother's face. “We’ll catch lots of fishies and Jake can burn them!”

“Owkhay, let’s not be wasteful, Sam?” Dean cuts in, “Why don’t we just have Jake COOK them instead, huh?”

“I meant to say cook, Deanie.” Sam makes a face.

--

At the mouth of then tent, they just saw the other half of the pups coming out himself; rubbing his knuckles on his eyes--looking way younger than his age.

"Hey Jakey!" Pierce calls out. At this, Jake's eyes widened--all the sleep leaving his head. His eyes went from Dean, to Sonja to Pierce. And then his face breaks into a big happy smile.

"Alright--am I dreaming?" he started, "Cause as opposed to the other freak-ass scary one me and baby had earlier? This one I actually prefer any day!" he finishes.

Sonja, after hearing that felt the need to swallow the lump in her throat. She knows it was not a dream. It was real.

'They're starting.' she says in her head.

"You are not dreaming, buddy boy!" Pierce calls out as he was dashing towards Jake to meet the kid halfway with open arms. "Look how big you've grown you!" the older boy announces as he is hugging the kid tightly. "I've missed you, you know? It's been how long since I've last seen you?"

Jake is chuckling in the embrace.

"A full day, Dan...it's just been a full day!" the kid replies. "You're being overdramatic!"

Pierce pulls away and met the boy's eyes.

"Really?" he asks incredulously, then he turns to Sonja. "It's been that long here?"

She nods. Then as Pierce goes back to conversing with Jake, Sonja's eyes wandered to Sam who talking to Dean. The kid still looked exhausted. Back in the real world, they all know Sam had just been near death recently; but as she told the older boys it could be that what's making the kid worse is the need to do the traversal. Standing there, watching the kid, she could not help but question her judgment. She thought that there would be a change in his outward appearance somehow; but at the moment--there isn't.

It worries her again. This time, immensely.

"I swear you've grown an inch taller, Jake!" Pierce blurts out as he pulls away from the hug. His voice making Sonja's thought bubble pop. "What did you do? Add a couple of inches to your height or something? Did you learn how to do that here—with you magical powers, Harry Potter? So what else can you add inches to?" he asks suggestively.

"Danny, it's just been a day. And seriously, gross. I don’t like where you are going, so stop it." Jake snarls, Pierce. "And I've always been tall. You need to pay attention to me more now, okay? Otherwise I'll be resenting you big time for not doing so." the boy says petulantly. “And I’m not Harry Potter, by the way! Me and Sam? We’re the Weasely twins!”

"I bet you are, Jakey! Oh and when you get back, we're hanging out longer, kiddo. Me and you." the older boy assures him with a chuckle at passing up on Harry Potter to be extras of the movie in reference to Ron Weasely’s twin warlock brothers.

"But what about Sonja?" Jake asks, watching Sonja walk up to them. “Isn’t she gon’na object? You and her being engaged and stuff.” He makes a face at her. “Couples tend to be more joined at the hip more so than normal when they get engaged.” He says petulantly. “Like baby and Dean are…minus the engagement-thingy.”

"Oh her?" Pierce started nonchalantly as he also follows her with his eyes as she got alongside them. "I'm breaking up with her so we can hang out longer, kiddo."

"Really? You are?" Jake asks excitedly with a big smile on his face. "Awesome!"

"UGH!" Sonja says indignantly as she slaps both brothers on the arm. Both brothers laugh at the vocal reaction and the scrunched-up look. They wrap her up in a three-way hug.

--

Back in the real world, Kel is on the phone after the same caller called his brother. Pierce having left it in his room earlier after they got back from the hospital; he was the one who took the call instead of him. And the one calling him is oblivious to the fact that he was even talking and threatening to the wrong twin.

“You better get your ass here in an hour--if you want to see your mom still breathing, Winchester.” Came the threat on the other end of the call.

“I’m not exactly in Lincoln right now. Give me more time, man? And don’t hurt her, please?” Kel says. “I’ll be there. I give you my word.”

“Right…” the other guys scoffs, “How’s Paris by the way?”

Kel doesn’t respond verbally. But he was cringing.

‘How do they even know we’re here?’ the Winchester boy asks himself in his head, ‘Damn it!’

“Not the time to be rude, pal.”

“It’s—it’s good.” Kel replies. “It’s good. Same old, same old.”

“Seeing I’m in a generous mood at the moment, I’ll give you 12 hours to get back here. And then it’s party time, Winchester. And you better make sure you keep this between us. I sort of have to stick to the plan, you know?”

“Wow, good for you.” Kel scowls.

“Was that sarcasm, Danny boy?”

“No—I’m sorry. The sanity got away from me for a second. Must be the caffeine talking. Won’t happen again.”

“Be here. 12 hours, alone. Make a mistake and you can say goodbye to mommy dearest, capish?”

“Alright. 12 hours. Alone. Got it.”

CLICK.

Kel is taking a cab to the airport. Alone. Scared witless.

‘I sure could use your help right now, Dean. Cause I sure don’t know what I’m doing right now." he says with a heavy sigh in his head, 'But I’d rather it be me than Danny any day.’ he added. ‘But where are you though, brother?’

Chapter Nineteen:

Sonja thought she could give the brothers more time to spend with each other. Considering the respective battles they each have to face; the twins the traversal and being away from their family and the double D's with the separation anxiety they have to fight off in being apart from who and what makes their family worth fighting for and keeping, namely their little brothers; the white witch knows that the brothers have to soak up as much as they can from each other since they need all the strength in the world when the time comes for them to pull away and be apart again, temporarily.

Dean is sitting in between the twins. Sam's arm is protectively wrapped around his big brother's arm as if for dear life. As it seems to everybody, he is not going to let go til the last minute is over. The fact that he is clinging on to the middle brother like so, the older boy can't help but not want it any other way as either. He needed as much connection as he can gather, and as much comfort as well coming from his only source of those things, namely, his Sammy.

"Hey fire starter--" the middle brother turns to Jake.

"Yeah, Dean?"

"--how's the barbeque going about with you? You gaining any progress with the handle and stuff?"

"I'm sort of gaining headway, dude. I'm gon'na be real good at it once this is all over. And it may not mean much to you, but I do give you my word on it, Dean."

Both Dean and Sam's brows scrunch up to Jake's remark.

"Why won't it mean as much to me, dude? What does that suppose to mean?" Dean had to question the kid.

"Yeah, what Dean said. JAKE." Sam echoes his Deanie, a big pout going on in his face.

"I didn't mean anything by it, guys." Jake defended. "So chill you two, okay? Don't murder me or anything. I meant no offense by it--whatsoever. I was just sayin'..."

"I have to ask you to quit headin' that way about how you think I'm thinkin' towards you, alright, Jake?" Dean tells him with a serious look on his face. "It does offend not just me. But Sam too. Do you understand me?"

"I'm sorry, Dean." Jake says apologetically, "Sam..."

"Don't worry about it." he cradles the kid's nape in his hand. "I worry about you as much as I worry about baby. And I love you--just as much as I love him, you hear? I want you to stop thinkin' otherwise."

Jake gave him a nod. Sam averts his gaze from Jake when the older half met his.

--

Since they know that it will be just a matter of time then for Dean, Pierce and Sonja to get back, they decided to start dinner ahead and the rest could just catch up. After the eldest brother was told of the little 'accident' about forgetting the provisions for the twins, he immediately knew that Sonja did it on purpose somehow--both for the benefits of both partis involved, the little Winchesters and the older boys. Although he appreciates the move from her, he can't help but also question it. He somehow had a gut feeling that this little situation that she pulled could somehow have it's repercussions one way or the other. He didn't exactly know how it could backfire on them, or why he even thought it would? He just knew that it's always been their luck.

They maybe blessed, materially speaking. And they undeniably have the good looks and charm in their genes as far as the physicality is concerned; which is highly evident on their brother Dean--but in spite of all that, they unfortunately just cannot have it all. Trouble just follow them everywhere. It's the Winchesters' luck.

It didn't bode well with him at all and he meant to pull Sonja aside to talk to her about it earlier; but after seeing the hopeful look on his normally cocky-faced kid brother whom at the moment is anything but that. It immediately swept all the anxiety off the table for Dean's benefit. He didn't fight it or enable the feeling of apprehension anymore. And with their dad giving Sonja the thumbs-up himself, it was reason enough for Eloise to keep his worries at bay altogether.

--

Henry is knocking at Pierce and Kel's bedroom door. It was time for dinner and Eloise sent him up there to wrangle the boy up--Kel. They knew he'd be up there since the boy--even though they have been anything but accomodating and nice to him the whole time, he still isn't as at ease in their company if neither of his brothers are there. But they don't take it against the boy at all. They know it will have to take time for the kid to warm up to them; just like Pierce and Jake did. They were all unlike Sam who immediately jumped at the guys both with open arms and heart.

KNOCK-KNOCK

"Hey Kel, dinner's ready, man? And you would never guess that it's just dinner for this night alone, dude. Cause it's like a party down there. I mean, they got greens, meat, fruits, plants, poultry, pasta...even beverages in 10 different colors, Kel. I'm telling yah, the minute this vacation is over? We're gon'na need 5 planes to take us back to Lincoln. We'll all be too heavy, man...especially Dreamy Jean!" the brain boy finishes with a chuckle. But all he got was silence.

No response from Kel.

KNOCK-KNOCK

"Kel? You want me to get you your dinner up here instead, man? Cause I can do room service too."he offers. "I'm sure Dan will be back soon, dude. It won't be long now really." he puts his ear to the door to hear movement inside, "Kel, you okay in there?"

Nothing.

KNOCK-KNOCK

"Listen, man--I'm starting to worry out here with you being all too quiet like that in there." Henry started, his hand on the doorknob."It's screaming bad omen all over, man. I can just feel it." he whispers to himself, 'You could be hanging by the rafters or have slit your throat in there for all I know.' then he ups the decibel of his voice again, "I mean I've seen enough of those movies to know this. And I'm sure you have too. So I'm comin' in, alright? If you're decent in there--which I hope to god you are, it's all good. Because I'm gon'na have nightmares about it in case you're not and I walk in on you naked or doing something illegal. By then I'll have to gouge my eyes out or give myself amnesia, either way it's gon'na hurt me and I sort of am not a big fan of pain. I hope you understand alright--why I need to come in. But if you are otherwise in there and you're indeed undecent? Man, please--please make some distinct sounds to stop me from coming in..."

Still no response.

"Alright, here I go..." Henry slowly pushes the door in with one hand over his eyes, which he opens one at a time the second he got in the door altogether. "Kel?"

Silence.

"He's not here..." Henry digs for his phone and called Mac who at the moment is at the den watching television with Gabe and Jeremy.

KKKKKKKKKKRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT

"Yeah, "Mac began. "don't tell me you got lost up there again?" the Mac boy teased. Gabe who is sitting right next to him on the couch can't help but chuckle.

"Houston, we have a problem."

Mac sits up and immediately dons a worry mask which Jeremy right away caught.

"What's wrong?"

"Kel is not up here, man. He's not anywhere." Henry is still in between scanning the room, at the moment he is on his knees checking under the bed. "He's not even under the bed, dude."

Mac had to roll his eyes upward to that right there, but he doesn't say anything on the phone. Instead, he turns to Jeremy.

"Hey, Jt--Sonja didn't say anything about taking him along earlier, did she?" Mac asks Jeremy. "Kel, I mean."

"No. She was just taking the double D's." says Jeremy. "Kel's not up there?"

"He's not anywhere up there." Mac tells them. Gabe caught Jeremy's equally worried face. And before long, after having heard that of their brother, the Stahls immediately got up and rushed towards and up the stairs. Eloise who was coming out of the long hallway to the diningroom where the rest are, met Mac about to follow the brothers up the stairs.

"What's going on?" he asks Mac.

"Ted, I think something's wrong." the Mac boy replies. "Kel isn't up their bedroom."

Without even a single word uttered, the Winchester boy is darting up the stairs himself; followed by Marc Lester. The older boys ran into Henry and the Stahls in the hallway, coming towards them.

"And?" Eloise started.

"He's missing, man."Jeremy answers for them.

"Alright, do you think he went looking for Dan?" Henry points out. "I mean, he went with James and B earlier when Sonja took Dean and his twin with her. I'm guessing nobody mentioned anything to him about where Daniel went. So he most probably went to look for him, right?"

"And you think he'd look for Dan--where exactly?" Mac bats.

"Around." Henry replies.

"We can split up and look around the villa, Ted?" Gabe suggested. "I mean, this is a big place. He could just be sleeping in one of the rooms or at the roof deck or something? It is probable, isn't it?" he turns to his big brother who is standing next to him, "Isn't it, Jay? It is probable, right?"

Jeremy cradles his baby girl's nape in his hand. "It is, baby girl. It's probable."

"Alright, that's actually good thinkin', Gabe."Eloise agreed, "So, let's do this. Let's split up. I'll take the ground floor." he turns to the Mac boy. "Mac you can take care of the premises."

"Got'cha."

Then Eloise turns to the Stahls, "You take the third floor, you two..."

"Consider it scoured, Ted." Jeremy assures him.

"And you--" Eloise turns to Henry. "--you take the attic." the older boy looks expectantly at everybody's faces, "So, we good?"

He got nods from the Stahls and Mac. But not from Henry.

"Uh, Ted--"

"Yeah? Problem, Henry?" Eloise asks him.

"Oh good grief!" Mac had to shake his head behind Eloise's back; he knew where Henry was going. He knows his boy well enough.

"I-uh don't do well with attics, man. I get all panicky and--scared." he says with a squinty face to which the rest roll their eyes at him for.

"Oh well we don't want that now, would we?" Eloise says with a subtle hint of patronizing in it. "Alright, I'll take the attic then. You handle the ground floor, kid."

"Thanks, man!" Henry gives Eloise a happy quick hug. "Let's go do this!" and with that he eagerly goes ahead of the group down the opposite end of the hallway to look for Kel. He doesn't even stop for them anymore.

"You've known Henry the longest, don't you Mac?" Eloise asks him. He gets a nod. "Has that kid always been that way?"

"What--goofy?"

"No, always with the hug?" Eloise finishes.

"I actually want to kill him for it sometimes when he gets overboard, but he's harmless, man." Mac says. "And he's actually a varsity to the sport, dude. "he gives the Winchester boy a pat on the arm. "But you'll get use to it soon enough, Ted. We all did."

--

Kel sighs heavily as he flips his phone shut and slips it back into his jeans pocket. He has tried calling Dean several times for the past hour but all he got was either voice mail or zilch. Frustrated, he grabs his jacket from the chair at the waiting area at the airport and headed to get himself a ticket back to Lincoln.

As he was lining up for his turn, he felt his phone ring. Thinking it be Dean, without even checking the screen anymore, he imediately took the call.

"Dea--"

"Were you just waiting on a call from your brother, Dean just then?"

"No. From my girlfriend. Her name is..is...uh--Deana. Her name is Deana." Kel cringed at the lie he had to spin. He knows is a weak attempt but it's the only one he's got.

"I'm not a f***in' idiot, Daniel!" the voice angrily spat. "What did I just say, man? I thought I told you to keep this between us, didn't I?"

"I-uh..."

"I guess I was mistaken, huh? I'm thinkin' you don't care about your mom like I thought you did."the taunting came, which made the Winchester boy clench the phone in desparation.

"I'm doing what you asked of me, man. D-don't hurt my mom, I beg you?" Kel pleads, "Please?"

"Alright. This is your last chance. If you screw up and I find out--her blood is going to be on your head. And I am making sure you won't forget it for as long as you live. Lincoln Plains. !2 hours."

CLICK.

"Alright mission at hand, retrieve mommy and then get the hell out of dodge before I get us both killed." Kel is talking to himself while on his way to his seat in the plane. "That's sounds doable." he assures himself. "I think." came up doubtful in the end. Shaking his head, the boy sighs a heavy one. "What have I gotten myself into?"

--

"Alright boys, we need to go." Sonja calls out to the older boys.

At that, Dean immediately felt Sam's tug on the shirt on the small of his back tighten. He caught the kid's face and found Sam putting on his best warm dimpled smile ever. It tugged on the middle brother's heart.

"I love you, Dean. Please, don't forget me?" Sam manages to whisper to him. Dean pulls away far enough to look Sam in the face.

"Alright, who the hell are you and why are you hugging me?" Dean spat teasingly, making Sam chuckle. "That's my boy!" he and Sam both get up. Jake had long gotten up earlier and is talking to Pierce, giving him instructions on how to feed his aruanas. "I love you, princess. Very much. I'll be rooting for you and Jake at the end of all this, okay?" he says right before he pulls Sam in a nice long bear hug.

"I'll keep my word and make you proud, Dean. And I'll see you soon." Sam replies while they are pulling away. "Be good, Deanie." the kid added.

"Always, baby. I'm a good boy."

"Of course you are, Dean." Sam wrinkles his nose at the older boy.

"You two had better be good too, alright? Considering the Brokeback mountain theme you got going around here--it's quite tempting. Which makes me glad you two are brothers by the way. But oh boy would Henry love this setting..." the boy goes into smirking to himself at the inside joke to that.

Sam's face broke into a big grin soon afetr as he caught Jake stiffen a few feet away.

"Oohh, speaking of which, Deanie...when we get back, have I got a story to tell you guys about that movie!" Sam announces excitedly.

"Really now?" Pierce joins in.

"SAM!!" Jake growls.

"Oohh and it involves our little Jacob too?" Dean echoes Pierce with the last-minute teasing. Sonja could just watch in amusement. "I can't wait to hear it, baby."

"You'll love me more, Dean. Guaranteed." Sam assures the older boy, teasingly.

"Can't love you anymore than I already do, baby, even if I tried my hardest." Dean replies. "But at the chance to hear this story--which is making Terence here wriggle like so? I'll try super hardest, baby."

"Sonja--" Jake turns to her.

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"I'll see you in 1 week and 6 days. The operative word being 'I.' Not we."

"Aw, Jakey...are you and baby breaking up or something?" Pierce further teased.

"You're leaving me here--alone?" Sam asks, feigning the puppy hurt look, "That will kill me, Jake. You know that?" he was still JUST teasing just then, but the idea of him associating himself with the words death, kill, die; it so does not bode well with those people who love him. That made all the older people there around him turn their faces towards him.

"What?" Sam asks innocently.

"Alright that's it! I'm staying!" Dean declares.

"Dean, I'm kidding. I would never leave his butt alone out here." Jake tells him, "I'd die first before I'd let that happen. You know me? I'm you, dude."

Chapter Twenty:

The middle brother, as he stood next to his brother Pierce and his girl Sonja, manages to give a small wave to his baby and his cocky signatured lopsided grin as they stood at a distance for a few seconds before they eventually faded away from the twins' sight. Before they even dematerialize, Sam could feel his heart leaving his chest. His heart hurt like hell--but it had nothing to do with his condition at all. The reason behind it is having to be separated from his Deanie temporarily. Beside him, Jake was giving him a sidelong glance. And then the older of the two wraps the kid around the shoulders.

"It won't be long now, baby. You'll see." Jake assures the boy. "Before you know it, we'll have had done this sucker over. And you're going to see Dean again. And Gabe and Danny and Kel...and Ted. Everybody, Sam. So what do you say we suck it up--you and me?" he has craned his neck earlier and had been holding his gaze on Sam the whole time. "What do you say, baby?"

Sam met his twin's eyes and gave a small nod.

"Does it even make sense if I told you I miss everybody already, Jake?" Sam asks softly.

"Sure it does, Sam. Sharing the same sentiments here." he gives the boy's shoulder a squeeze. "I miss everybody too if you must know."

"How do you do it, Jake?"

"What do you mean? Miss everybody?" Jake asks with a degree of innocence to the whole question in general. "Were you meaning to ask that, Sam?"

"No. I mean, how do you do brave? Stoic-like even? Just like this--what you're doing now. In front of me? How do you do that?"

"Oh this?" the older twin smirks. "Yeah well...I wasn't always this brave and courageous, Sam. You know that." Jake bats with a smirk, "Why, just barely several hours ago I was actually a frightened little girl. You just snapped me out of it. So when you look at it from a wider picture--you're actually the brave one. Not me."

"I don't think I'm brave at all, Jake. I'm just pretending to be."

"I'm telling you, Sam. You're doing a pretty good job with it. You could've fooled me." Jake gives his baby twin a pat on the back before he slides his hand down Sam's arm and halted it on the kid's wrist. "Come on? It's late. We need to get to get back to sleep now. We still have a long week ahead of us."

Sam allowed himself to be dragged by Jake towards the direction of their tents, lazily. His eyes wandered over his shoulder to the spot where his big brothers and Sonja disappeared from minutes ago. He sighs heavily and then he eventually re-enters the tent with Jake. As he was curled up to his older half's side minutes later as they are preparing to go back to sleep, his one arm draped around Jake's waist; and with Jacob Terence's arm protectively wrapped around his back--keeping the kid close to his big brother's side the whole time, littlest of the Winchester men once again let out a sigh. But this time, it is a lot softer than earlier. Jake who had been staring at the roof of the tent--after feeling his baby twin's soft blow of air to his exposed cheek, craned his neck to try and catch his sibling's face.

"You can't sleep too?" he asks Sam. He pulls the boy to him, closer. "Cause I can't either, baby."

"Jakey..."

"Hm?"

"Do you want to take a walk or something? I want to take a walk. But if you don't want to--it's fine with me. I can go by myself."

"Let's go..." Jake, even before Sam could even sit up--already beat the kid to it. "My head is just too awake by now anyways." he is helping Sam into Dean's jacket before he shrugged into his own. "And maybe--while we are taking a walk around, we can grab some grub with us. I heard Dean brought us twizzlers." he is by the mouth of the tent in no time. "Come on, Sam?"

Sam is on his heel in seconds. And several minutes later--the twins, with a small knapsack of provisions and flashlight in their possession, headed up the other end of the trail--opposite to the one leading to the lake, to begin their 'walk.'

'I hope we don't run into anything.' Jake thought to himself. Along with that--he is praying and hoping that Sam's vagary to leave the tent won't turn out to be a bad idea. Knowing the John Winchester kindred and Sam's luck which constantly summons bad things to happen to him and people around him--the older twin knows it is likely that they are bound to encounter something-somehow. Just what it is going to be, it's anybody's guess. With that knowledge in mind though, Jake doesn't mind being in close proximity of his twin's string of bad luck. All he knows is that Sam is his twin brother, his baby brother. And there is nothing or nobody that can make him feel or think otherwise about him. He stands strong on his bond with Sam; their relationship as brothers--like people in a marriage would take it, Jake is taking the approach as such.

In sickness meaning 'his mental inadequacies and Sam's heart condition' and in health--they're in it together. For richer, 'his Anderson wealth' on the table as opposed to his 'Winchester normal-way-of-living' or poorer--still he and Sam are in it together, he'll choose the latter anyday. For better or worse--til death do they part--Jake knows he will always and always stick by Sam and his family no matter what. He actually thinks he is married not only to Sam but to his entire family. So when Sam suggested for them to take the 'walk'--eventhough he is not a 100 sure it was even a good idea, considering the setting--it not being idyllic at all, not even a hint; since because Sam wanted to--wanted it, Jake can't help but oblige. He'd rather walk through the woods scared but with Sam--where he can make sure he is safe, than be back at the tent alone where he'll have no idea at all as to where Sam is or whether he is even okay or not.

"Hey Sam--" Jake's eyes are scanning the dark areas on either side of him and Sam. While his free hand held the flashlight in front of them, showing them the way to go. His baby twin's arms wrapped to his other arm as they are walking up the trail-- Jake wouldn't want it any other way. The kid faces him, their eyes met. "--having fun yet?"

"A lil bit. " Sam answers with a smile tugging his lips.

"Really? How could you even have even a lil?"

"I've always wanted to go trekking, Jake. We've never been trekking before. And right now--I am. With you. So I am having fun. In fact it's not just even a lil when I think about it." Sam smiles at him. "It's a lot, really."

Jake smiles back, mimicking his baby twin's. He leans in and plants a kiss on Sam's cheek.

"So you've never been on one? Ever? Not even with Dean and Ted?" he asks Sam who shook his head. "Wow! Things are looking up for me, baby!" he declares happily. "I've actually finally bested Dean on doing something with you!"

"I didn't know there even was a competition, Jake." Sam shakes his head, smirking. "You're crazy you know that?"

"Sam--behind your back?" Jake looks Sam sincerely with his round brown pair as they stopped walking and faced each other, "Your big brothers actually place bets on each other."

"What for?" Sam's brows furrow, "Bets on what? Over what?"

"Over you. For your affection mostly. And on just about anything that involves you." Jake says nonchallantly. "We mostly bet against Dean but he always wins. Which is a bummer." and with that he resumes walking. "Not this time though! At trekking?" he cradles Sam's face in one hand, "I win! Finally, somebody outbests that lucky devil at something! HAh!" he gloats. The kid immediately jogs after him.

"Why--w-why would you do that?" Sam pouts with a creased forehead.

"Cause it's fun, Sam. And it should actually flatter you."

"I'm not a girl. And I'm not you or Dean, Jakey. I don't have the capacity to get flattered." Sam growls. "Besides, it's rude--what you just told me about you guys...with making bets on me."

"Sam, we don't actually bet on you. We bet against each other.There's a difference." Jake reasons, smirking. He keeps walking, trying to shake the fear of the dark away.

"Yeah, over me! There's actually not a lot of difference there, Jacob!"

"Relax would yah? You're actually beginning to sound like Danny whenever he goes whiney..."

"You're competing for my--affection?" Sam stops walking and puts his hand to each temple, "Oh wow, that just gave me a orthostatic hypotension or something. It's ridiculous. Did you just hear me just then, Jake? My big brothers are competing for my affection--against each other? That is just ridiculous, Jakey? Come on?"

"Ortho--what?" Jake wrinkles his nose."Besides, you're over reacting Sam, we don't actually compete against each other over you ALL the time."

"You don't?" Sam sounded hopeful.

"It's mostly just against Dean." Jake chuckles, "That guys gets to spend almost all your waking moments with you and even at night too. It's just fair that we band against him and attempt a hostile take-over even for just an hour of hanging-out time with you."

"Come on, Jake? You don't really expect me to believe that you guys would want to spend time with me that bad..." Sam's voice trails. "That's more ridiculous than the bet."

"Sam, you have no idea how badly I want to be where Dean is with you." Jake tells Sam with a serious look on his face; he has stopped walking, he and Sam as facing each other again. "And believe it , kid. The rest of us do want it that bad. I'm not joking." he smirks as he walks around the kid to head back to the task they are currently doing, which is trekking. "Don't get us wrong though, we don't take it against him--at all. Cause things are just the way they are supposed to be."

"What do you think I should do?"

Jake turns around to face Sam.

"You're seriously asking me?"

"I was actually talking to the owl perched on the tree branch behind you, Jake. Of course I'm asking you." Sam bats but with no venom to the tone whatsoever.

"Well, you could talk to Dean about allowing us more time with you would be a start." Jake suggested. He followed Sam with his eyes when the kid started to walk towards a large tree in the way, but even before the kid could sit down against it, he dashes towards him. "Hold it!"

"What?"

Jake shrugs off his jacket and spread it on the cold ground for Sam to sit on. Sam can't help but smile to that appreciatively. After he sat down, he nods at his older half to sit next to him. Which Jake didn't deny the kid of.

"Jake, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, baby." he wraps Sam in a snuggle. "Man, did I ever tell you yet how much I am enjoying this whole traversal-thing we're doing, Sam? I mean granted it's freakin' me out of my head at the moment--but despite that? Since I can get to spend time with you, without interruptions whatsoever--I just can't think of wanting anything else anymore!" he meets Sam eyes, "Cause this, baby? THIS is just it!" the older boy kisses his baby brother on the cheek."So--what were you gon'na ask me?"

"Why would you want to spend time with me that badly, Jakey? Most people find me boring. And weird." Sam flinched when he said that, "I remember these big kids back in the valley when I went to normal school--even the girls that go there, they said I'm the most forgettable kid that ever went to that school, Jake. The teachers on more than one occassion proving that for me didn't help much either. I'm not much of anything, Jakey, which is kind'a making me wonder most times why Dean even sticks by me." Sam's voice trails off.

"Sam, didn't it ever occur to you--that since Hannah was responsible for most things that happened to our family--that maybe she had control over those people's minds too. That maybe they couldn't know any better because their judgements towards you were being clouded by a spell from Hannah?"

Sam looked at Jake's face intently, like he would whenever he reads one of his spy books.

"You're the most amazing person I've ever met, Sam. And I'm not just saying this cause you're my brother. I'm saying this cause it's the truth. Who would be crazy enough not to like you? Or fall in love with you the way we all did--still do?"

"This actually scares me even more now, Jake." Sam says softly.

"Why would it though?"

"I can't have all you guys loving me all this much, expecting a lot from me. What if I screwed up again? If I can't deliver what everybody expects of me--what then? I don't know, Jake."

"Sam, all you got to do is be yourself. You'll never go wrong with that. And there's nothing that you can do that would make us think of you less. Nothing, you hear?"

--

KKKKKKKRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT

Kel Winchester is already seated in the plane en route back to the Plains, when as he was about to turn his phone off--it rang in his hand. He fumbles with it when he got startled. And it his brother Pierce was there, or Jake, he knew his reaction would have been judged comical by them. Reading the screen, 'Dean,' he breathes a sigh of relief. He actually felt it tide him over.

"Dean?"

"Dude, where are you?" Dean is on the phone with Kel. He is riding shotgun in one of the vehicles he found in the villa's garage in the basement. Todd is behind the wheel--and the guys are on the back; Henry, Mac, Todd and Jeremy. The rest stayed behind at the villa in case something else comes up, like a ransom call. The middle brother maybe all upset but he managed to calmly converse with his brother Kel. He is careful with the boy the same way he is with Sam; it may not be the same level but it's along the same neighborhood somehow.

"Dean, I've been calling you--"

"Yeah, about that. Sorry. Had to go somewhere. Where are you? Why did you take off, man?"

"My mom, Dean. Somebody called Dan's phone and was threatening my brother--I had to do something, man. I'm sorry, okay? I hope you're not mad." Kel says nervously and every word was laced with contrition.

"I knew about it for awhile actually, about these guys having your mom, Kel. Steven told me about it." he relates to his brother. "Ted had already had me talk to his guys back in the Plains about it. And we have been working on something. I just haven't gotten around to telling you or Dan about it yet." Dean tells him.

After hearing the news about Amy and Dean and Ted working on something, that actually got his guys looking at each other with confused looks on their faces. They have a question in their minds with regards to their oblivion to the whole thing. Brandon shook his head at this and smirks bitterly after giving his best friend a resentful glance at the rearview mirror. Henry sat back on his seat and pretty much echoes the Mac boy's reaction.

Todd who caught Mac's eyes in the rearview saw his friend don a mask of resentment too.

"I want you to get yourself off the plane, you hear me? We're pickin' you up." Dean tells his brother on the phone.

"Dean, does Dan know?"

"We're gon'na talk to him together, Kel. Don't worry about anything, man." Dean assures him. he says with all the confidence in the world--kel immediately believed him.

"I'll see you in a bit, man. Thanks, Dean."

"No problem. Hang tight."

"Got it."

CLICK.

Dean folds the phone close and turned to Todd, "The airport, man." he tells Todd. He is oblivious to the tension building behind him among his friends towards him.

"You're unbelievable you know that?" Henry blurts out.

Dean swivels in his seat to face Henry.

"Dude, were you just talkin' to me just now?" he asks innocently.

Henry doesn't reply verbally, instead he kicks on the back of Dean's seat; making Jeremy and the rest grab the brain boy from kicking anything else.

"Alright, what's creeping up your ass, Matthewson?" Dean barks irritably.

"You tell me, Winchy!" Henry bats. "I can't believe you!"

Dean turns to Brandon.

"What is his problem?"

The best friend sighed before answering him, "What about Amy, Dean?" he says quietly.

"The fact that they are called Ted's guys is because they ARE Ted's guys, Dean. Not yours! WE are your guys, man!" Henry spat.

"Dude, what's that supposed to mean? Of course you're my guys! I know that!" Dean bats, his forehead in a furrow as he us facing the direction of the guys.

"Why do we have to find out about it this way? Don't we always have your back, Dean? And Kel and Danny being your brothers automatically makes them mean something to us too. You know that!"Henry resentfully continued. "Why do you have to have Ted's guys on this and us on the shadows this whole time?"

"Wha--" Dean winced at that. "Hold on a minute, Henry..."

Todd slows the vehicle down and pulled over. He turns to Dean himself. His face says he is just as confused as everybody was with Dean's handle on things.

"Go ahead, Dean." Todd joins in, "What's going on with you?"

Chapter Twenty-One:

Dean, after Todd pulled the car over to the side of the road--sans saying anything, he gets off the vehicle. And without him even finding the need to turn around--he could still very well tell that the guys had followed him in getting off the van. Mac situates himself on the side of the van--at the passenger side door; Henry is beside him. While Todd is standing a few feet away from Dean who has his back towards his friends just then.

Jeremy, after the guys went after his brother, took awhile to follow suit. He growls in there though, exasperatedly. "Haven't these guys ever learned yet?" he started grumbling. "Going after Dean is like driving on a head-on collision with a semi. Damn it!" he further murmurs in between getting out of the van.

"So is this all you go to say for yourself, Winchester?" Mac calls out to Dean, who seconds after he heard his guys get out of the vehicle themselves, started pacing while doing his nervous palm-swipe to his nape. The whole time keeping his face away from them. That made him stop pacing, Mac's voice. He turns to look at them.

"I didn't say nothing." Dean says.

"Exactly!" Mac points out.

"Since when do you go around us, man?" Todd joins in the 'casting of the first stone' on Dean Winchester.

"Oh god!" Dean grumbles to himself while rolling his eyes upward in reaction to his friend's petulance. "You guys can't be serious about this?" he looks at them from the youngest to the oldest. "Are you?"

"Nobody's wearing red hair and a honking nose here, Dean." Mac answers him, "Are you, Henry?" he asks the brain boy without even turning to the boy. And the Matthewson kid, without turning to Mac as well answers him.

"Not at the moment, Mac."

"Then I guess that means we're serious, Dean." Mac answers him.

"Well how about that!" Dean blurts out with a lop-sided smirk.

"Guys--" Jeremy, who had just gotten around to crossing over from one side to the other, his brother's in particular--in the mexican stand-off happening in front of him. "--let's not be rash about this?"

"Stay out of this, Jeremiah!" Henry tells him off, "This is none of your business."

"See? I don't see it that way." Jeremy says.

"And why would you even want to get in the middle of all this, Stahl?" Henry snaps at the boy.

"The fact that he's my brother makes me just as in this with him, Matthewson!" Jeremy sasses back.

"This is between Dean and us!"Henry tells him off again.

"Hey, don't raise your voice at him!" Dean cuts in to defend Jeremy.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Henry answers him back. The Winchester boy would have retaliated easily to that, only Jeremy grabs him by the arm in time and made him face him.

"No, Dean--I got it." he assures his brother; the Stahl kid is on the same side as his brother this time--on the opposite side of the guys. "But thanks."

"No problem." Dean says, "As long as you got it."

Jeremy nods. And then he turns to the guys again.

"I don't think that you guys should do this to him. He obviously has his reasons for letting Ted's guys in on the situation. Just as you guys have your reason in feeling left-out or something. I believe the right thing to do here is be rational and level-headed for all of us to get through this without having to kick each other's asses up! Cause we're on the same side, guys. We're not enemies."

"Why Dean?" Todd turns to Dean, totally ignoring Jeremy. Dean faces Todd particularly.

"So--did you guys somehow decide to turn into bitchy chicks overnight?" Dean blurts out; he made the guys gasp because of that remark. "Cause that's what this is. I am being badgered by four little girl bitches at the moment. Seriously, guys...I'd sooner expect Brandon to do this--I mean, he did do it to me once or twice before on account of his jealousy to Jeremy."

"Hey--" Brandon whines. Dean turns to him.

"You did."

"I know that. But still. Rub it to my face why don't you, man? And with Jeremy actually within close proximity." a growl comes at the end of his sentence. "Low blow, Winchester." Brandon's voice trails off. Jeremy could just shake his head amusingly to that. The Mac boy had to avert his gaze away from the Stahl boy-totally blushing on the face.

"What you guys are doing, man?" Dean deadpans Brandon and went straight for Amc; the leader. "Do you really think I deliberately did this--call Ace and the goons to help us out instead of going the way of my usual MO--calling on YOU guys?"

"I don't know Dean, you tell us!" Mac bats at him, still with a serious face.

"Alright, color me guilty." Dean winced.

"What do you mean by that?" Henry gets off from leaning against the van and would've walked towards Dean, only Todd puts a hand to the boy's chest and shoved him back, lightly.

"We're just gon'na talk, Henry. No need for histrionics here." Todd reminded him. "If you take a swing at him, I am going to do you one back. You hear?"

"Didn't you just hear him, Todd?" Henry started, "He did it on purpose. We're number two to Ace Nixon's guys?"

"What?" Dean cuts in, "I didn't say that? Where did that come from anyways? All I did was make a call to Ace to help out with the problem with Parker and that bitch boy Adam?"

"Dean, we're right under your nose, dude? Why didn't you come to us?" Todd asks him. The Williams boy is a bit calmer this time. "When have we not been there for you anyways? Did we give you reason to doubt us or something?"

"That is not what this is about--at all, guys. god!" Dean gasps. "We've been friends for how long, Mac? Close to forever? For as long as I can remember it has always been you guys having my back and that is something one can't just forget. Not unless I get amnesia or something. Or my tumor comes back with a veangeance."

"Bite your tongue, jerk!" the guys all chorus on cue making Dean want to bust out laughing, but he didn't.

"You're conflicted you all know that?" Dean looks at each other his friends judgingly. "You all look like you want to hang me up to dry for making the deliberate mistake of calling on Ted's guys instead of you and yet you're concerned about me. That's nice." Dean grins widely. "Touching. Really."

"Not the time to do stand-up, Dean." Mac butts him in. Dean waves his hand at him dismissively.

"Listen, like Jt said ealier--I had my reasons, alright? Now if you guys would just back up from me even just a lil bit, so I can breathe. Then maybe, maybe--we can make progress somehow and escape the onslaught of more drama here. god knows how ugly we all look should we actually bust out fighting and crying here. Especially Henry."

That made the guys smirk, breaking the tension.

"Jack ass...I'm not that ugly." Henry grumbles petulantly.

"Dean, what happened, man?" Brandon asks his best friend quietly. "We probably came out a bit harsh earlier--at you. And for that, I apologize in behalf of everybody. But you do owe us an explanation, man."

"I know." Dean replies in almost a whisper. But the guys all caught this though.

"So, are you talking or what?" Henry breaks the silence after a moment passed between them in peace.

"Dan and Kel are Ted's brothers too, guys. They're not just mine. After I told Ted about Amy's little problem, not that we actually care one iota for that bitch or anything--but since she is still the twins' parental unit, we decided to do something about it. Since you guys are here with us, Ted opted to get his guys on it instead. It's not at all that I'm putting you guys down or anything. Cause I would never do that. Not to you guys. Ever. You guys have actually done more than enough shared of help for this family to show me and my brothers up."

"Dean..." Mac started but Dean puts his hand up for him to be allowed to finish. Mac obliges.

"I know you guys will always have my back--and my brothers'. I don't question that, won't. For as long as I live." Dean is holding each of his friends' eyes, even Jeremy's. "When Ted and I decided to get Ace on the matter, we were actually thinking of you guys too. Ted was like thinking that should we ask you guys to run this for us that it's gon'na be a double effort on your end. Ted knows you guys deserve a break too. And I agree with him a hundred percent. You've been with us through thick and thin--everything that has been happening to the family that the only thing missing in the picture is you guys changing your last names to Winchester or something. Cause you're all practically blood to me, guys. I'm sorry I kept this from you. I really am. Didn't know it was gon'na turn out like this--all you pulling this routine on me, you girls. Totally creepy by the way, guys."

--

"Jake," Sam started. He is eating a dingdong piece while Jake is onto his second bag of funyons. The older half turns to him.

"You need liquid to wash that down with, baby?" Jake asks, and without waiting for Sam's response, he automatically digs in his knapsack and hands it to his baby twin; but not before making sure the cap is off first. "Everything okay?" he brushes back the hair away from the kid's face.

"I'm good, Jake.Thank you."Sam says appreciatively, with a warm smile, after taking a swig of the bottled water handed to him by his brother. He wasn't actually gon'na ask for the water from Jake, but after he saw the look on the older twin's face in being able to service his baby twin even with just the water, Sam can't help but enable--whole-heartedly."You need to wash your hundredth funyon down?"

"I do actually." Jake chuckles as he takes the water from Sam and drank it. He playfully pumps his brows at the kid while doing it too; making Sam chuckle. As he was recapping the bottle, he nudges Sam beside him. "I'm having fun, Sam. Are you? It's like we're on our little honeymoon or something. Only there isn't a marriage involved or something cause we're brothers. It's gross and not to mention wrong." he turns to Sam, "Not that I think you're gross or disgusting or anything, baby--cause you're not!" he kisses Sam on the cheek after saying that. "You're not disgusting at all. In fact, if I had been a girl and not related to you--I'd definitely make you my boyfriend, baby." Sam is starting to snicker as he is listening to Jake. "All I'm saying is--we're like being in a sort of honeymoon, only it's made for brothers and not for the normal kind for couples." he quirks his brows at the younger boy. "Do. you.even. understand. the. words. that.are coming. out.of. my. mouth, baby? Cause I'm actually betting that I'm starting to creep you out here. Am I even making sense to you?"

Sam chuckles. "You're making sense, Jake. Don't worry. No marriage involved whatsoever. Got it."

"You look awfully mischievous with that smirk on your face, Sam."

"This is my normal look, Jake. Don't know what you mean. At all." Sam reasons as he goes back to eating his dingdongs.

Three beats later.

"So Jake?"

"Oh here it goes..." Jake rolls his eyes upward.

"Did we elope?"

Jake glares at him. Sam busts out chuckling.

"Are you gon'na kill me now, firestarter?" still chuckling, he is looking at Jake warily. "Are you going to make me into a barbeque?"

"The thought has crossed my mind, Sam."

"Really?" Sam wraps his arm around Jake's arm in between chuckles. "But what if I told you I was just kidding, Jakey? Just kidding around with my big brother? Are you still going to turn me into barbeque? Or what if I said 'Sammy is sorry?' Will you forgive me by then?"

'god that is real cute right there!' Jake thought to himself. He can't help but find that endearing, Sam's use of the third person point of view.

"Well, I could let you off with a warning."

"I knew Dean was wrong about you!" Sam blurts out, happily. "You're not all evil in there--at all!"

"Just to you, Sam. To everybody else? I am evil incarnate." Jake says while wrapping Sam with his arm around the kid's back. "Even at night sometimes baby, my horns actually push out of my head."

"You can't be the devil, Jake. You're more like a reindeer or something. Or a cow."

Chapter Twenty-Two:

Kel is sitting on his bed in the bedroom he and Pierce share. John is siting across him on the younger twin's. It has been half an hour since their talk started and it mainly revolves around his attempt to do something to help his mom out--but by himself. His old man and his brothers are all upset at him for what he did; but since they also all know the fragility of the boy's emotion, they opted to instead have their dad do the talking. And so far it has been working out pretty good.

Pierce is just nearby, also in the same room. He is leaning against the dresser, with arms folded across his chest; watching and listening to every word spoken to his twin. Should their dad hint on starting to say anything that he knows would hurt his twin brother, he is at the ready to pounce in and snatch Kel out of there. Dean meanwhile is pacing the length of the two beds put together. Rubbing his nape once in awhile, as he is also, like Pierce there for the benefit of being in quick access to help Kel out too. The middle brother is sporting arched brows and a serious look on his face, it was making Kel keep his gaze as low as possible--away from his brothers' radar.

John reaches in and gave his boy a reassuring squeeze on the knee.

"It's going to be alright." came his calm voice soon after the gesture. Kel looks up and met his old man's eyes. He nodded. As John was about to get up though, he was halted from taking even a step forward. John 's eyes rested on Kel's hand wrapped around his wrist.

"Dad," Kel started--in an almost inaudible voice. Pierce and Dean's eyes rested on this scene themselves, Kel tugging on their dad by the wrist.

"Yes, boy?"

"I'm s-sorry I took off. I hope you don't stay mad at me for long...I just panicked. And I--"

Pierce could feel his heart being ripped out of his chest as he was both hearing and seeing his twin. The tears almost leaving his eyes, the quivering voice and contrition in the gestures--they were more than enough to pull that reaction from him. Oblivious to him, it was the same reaction coming out of Dean too.

"I am not mad at you son. But I am mad at what you did, okay?" he pulls away his hand from Kel gently and instead pulls the boy for a hug. Kel's face buried to their old man's tummy. "It's going to be alright, son. Your mother is going to be okay. And the peple who did this are going to get their just deserts. I give you my word as your father."

"I give you mine too, man..." Dean is standing beside their old man. In pulling away from the embrace, Kel met Dean's eyes. The scene would have already been perfect, only the middle brother--since he was so not in the mood to start bawling in front of their old man and his brothers, opened his mouth to finish his sentence. "...but as your brother." then he flashed the younger boy his signature cocky grin.

Kel smirks. John could just shake his head to this as he walked around Dean but not after giving him a slap on the shoulder.

"What?" Dean whines as he followed their dad with his eyes to the door. "What?"

"You boys get some sleep, we have work to do first thing tomorrow." John ignores the whining. He is standing in the doorway next to Pierce who had gotten his back off the dresser.

"Yes, sir." The three boys chorus. Just as his sons are about to start talking by themselves in there, John's voice calls out to Dean from the hallway. Coming out of the door seconds later, he met the senior Winchester just outside the door of the bedroom he and Sam share.

"Yeah, dad?"

"How were your brothers?"

Dean looked at their dad thoughtfully for a second before he responded.

"Which ones?" he starts with a smirk, "I have a litter chock full of them, all thanks to you." then he gives their dad a playful slap on the arm. When he saw the still-straight face John wore, the smirk faded from his face. "Sorry."

"Jacob and Samuel, boy."

"Oh, right. Uh..." he blows air out of his cheeks, "You know, I had actually made myself believe they never existed at the moment--and I managed to forget too, dad. Just so I don't have to miss them at all. But then here you go slamming their not being here right into my noggin' again! Do you hate me or something?"

"Son, you think I don't miss them too?"

"You don't seem like you do." Dean says. "I mean with your face always being that way, dad? It's hard to tell. Honestly, I've never actually seen you cry before. You looking all stoic like that, makes me sometimes wonder if your heart is still beating in there. Or has it actually turned stoic too." he reaches his hand in and actually placed it against his old man's chest, next to his heart.

"And?" John humors him. "Does it answer your question, boy?"

"Kind of hard to tell." Dean smirks. "I'm kidding, dad. You heart is beating fine."

John shakes his head and eventually let out a smirk too.

"They're fine, dad. Jake and Sam." Dean spoke after a second, this time the playfulness is gone. "Their abilities have somehow started to come out. Sonja says it's just amazing how the twins have somehow gotten around to their supernatural powers the way they did this early. With her it took a few days before the coverage week of her traversal was due. The twins got around to theirs in a day." Dean says with a proud smile on his face, "Granted it's still not the full of it--what they have right now is already too awesome to say the least."

John can't help but mimic the proud smile on Dean's face at that revelation.

"How are they taking it, though? Are they being able to control it--easy?" John asks.

"I believe so, dad. I mean, you should have seen MY Sammy!" Dean started, "He was able to make things float in front of him, old man--just with his mind and YOUR Jacob--he roasted marshmallows with a glare, dad! Remind me not to piss that little asshole off when they get back? I'd hate for him to ruin this fine packaging I came in. Regular firestarter YOUR Jacob. Oh and Sammy told me Jake can control another element too, dad. The wind. I mean, I actually didn't see it--but baby telling me about it is good enough for me to believe."

John just stood there, gaping.

"Was that too much information, dad?" Dean asks with a flinch; he snaps his fingers in front of John's face."Daddy?"

--

Jake woke up with a start, waking Sam up with him since the younger twin was all cozy-snuggled to him the whole time they were sleeping.

"Jake?" Sam touched him on the arm. That made him turn to face him. Jake's breathing is ragged and he has just been crying."What's wrong?" the kid asks worriedly as he tugged on the older boy's sleeve. "Was it the same nightmare?"

"Sam, I was just in Danny's head."

"What are you talking about?"

Jake swivels in his spot and now he is facing Sam.

"Remember back then when I walked in your head, in your nightmares?"

"You told me that was a lie, Jake."

"No, Sam. Tony being there was the lie. Being in your nightmare wasn't. Cause I was there, baby. I was actually there--with you. Just as I was just in Danny's..."

"Jake..."

"Sam, we have to get out here and help. Something bad has happened. We have to get out here. Our family is in trouble, we need to be there."

"But why didn't they tell us anything earlier, Jake?" Sam, without delay is shrugging into Dean's jacket and is pretty much starting to get into his sneakers and the rest of their clothes, like Jake is doing.

"Maybe it happened after they got back, Sam. And remember Sonja telling Dan about the time difference between them and us? It's gon'na happen hours from now, Sam. Danny's nightmare. If it was in fact just that. I don't want to just sit here and wait only to find out that it's not. That's it's gon'na happen."

"What did you see in Danny's head, Jake?"

They are already outside the tent when Sam walked in front of his twin.

"What did you see?" Sam asks again.

"I saw Kel die, Sam. I saw our brother die." a teardrop streamed down Jake's cheek, followed by a dam of it that came soon after. Sam felt the wind knocked out of him after hearing it.

"Alright, alright..." he wipes the tears from Jake's face, "...I can get us out of here. Just give me a second to work something out."

"Sam, are you sure you can do this?"

"We don't have other choices, Jake. How else are we suppose to get out of here?"

"You're right." he agrees, shaking his head even for being dumb for a second. "Do you need any help somehow? Draw from me, Sam."

"Okay." Sam says; he takes Jake on both hands and both of them shut their eyes tight. "Hey Jake--"

Jake opens his one eye and looked at Sam who was looking at him with a concerned face.

"Yeah?"

"We could both end up stuck in between here and our world should I make a mistake somehow?"

"Sam, anywhere? As long as you are there, it won't matter to me."

"Same here, Jake."

"Somehow I doubt you'll be okay with just me there cause Dean's not going to be around. But knowing that guy, he'll find a way somehow." Jake smirks. Sam clears his throat. "Oh, right, sorry?"

They both shut their eyes again.

"Here goes nothing, Jake."

--

Pierce is sitting in front of Kel and they have been staring at each other in silence since Dean left them alone several minutes ago.

"Do you think she's alright right now?" Pierce asks Kel.

"I don't know."

"I hope she is..." Pierce says quietly.

Kel's brows arched on his forehead.

"What?" Pierce asks innocently.

"Nothing."

"That wasn't nothing. What is it? What did I say?"

"You want to know the truth why I even took off?"

"I already know, Kel. You wanted to save mom."

"That's not exactly the reason on top of the list, Dan."

"What are you talking about, Kel?"

"Sure, I love mom. I do. I want to get her back--but the real reason I went and took off was because I didn't want you to get hurt. They wanted you, Dan." Kel could see the confusion in Pierce's face, "This Adam kid--he wanted you."

"Nick's kid?" Pierce finally found his voice, Kel nodded. "So what--you were gon'na pretend to be me? You took off--by yourself t go and pass off as me?"

Kel doesn't answer.

"That was stupid, Kel. You know that? I just get you back after having to live without you AND mom all those years and what? You just get careless with your life like this?" Pierce's eyes are starting to film with tears, "Screw you, man!"

"If it means keeping you safe, why the hell not, Danny?What's there in being careful with my life for if I can't protect you with it? Your my little brother, Dan--I love you more than anything in the whole world. I just couldn't do nothing about it. I knew when you came back from wherever you went off to earlier that you were bound to find out about the call. I knew you were going to do something about it yourself. I didn't want anything bad happening to you. god knows all our lives I was never able to keep you from getting hurt most times--I just wanted to something, Dan. About it. Somehow."

"Kel, you did what you could when we were growing up. You did good by me. You should know that. You were just a kid yourself then but it never stopped you from giving me what I needed. But I never expected any more than what you could give me, not then not now. I'm good with what's there. You gave it everything you could for me, man, in fact there were other times when there was nothing left anymore for you to give--but that didn't stop you. You gave anyways. And I saw all that. And I still see it now. But doing what you did earlier--putting your life at risk to protect me? That was bullshit, okay? Don't do that again!"

"You can't make me stop protecting you, Dan."

"I'm not asking you to, Kel. I want you to protect me, just don't lose yourself on account of it. Don't make me lose you? I can't, okay? I can't lose you. Not you." Pierce started to cry. "I just got you back, man."

Kel got up from his bed and found a spot beside Pierce.

"I'm sorry, Dan." he grabs the younger twin in a hug. "I'm sorry?" he says apologetically as he was wrapping his baby twin in a comforting hug. Pierce hugs him back around the waist.

Minutes later, Pierce had barely wiped his tears away when Dean bustles back in the bedroom. Kel that time was coming out of the bathroom with a wet cloth for his twin.

"Dean, what's wrong?" Pierce bolted up from the bed. Dean stood in the doorway, out of breath. And then he spoke.

"Dudes, I think I killed dad."

"What?!" cue the chorus from the twins. And then the trio rushed out into the hallways.

--

When Sam opened his eyes, he was on his back and staring up at the ceiling. He sat up quickly after he couldn't feel Jake's wrist under his hand. When he did look around. He found his twin sprawled on his back, inconscious a few feet away from him.

"Jake?" he crawled to the older boy and tapped him on the cheek. Jake stirs and looks up meeting his eyes.

"Are we in oblivion?"

Sam chuckles for a second, but then flinched.

"Uh, not exactly."

Jake after he saw the flinch sat up and scanned the place with his eyes. He meets his twins and then they both flinch.

"Dean is going to be pissed, isn't he?" Jake says.

"I think so."

"So who's going to make the call to them about our little situation here?"

"You're older Jacob."

"That doesn't mean I should die first, Sam. Besides, he's your daddy." Jake is slowly getting up from the floor.

"He's your daddy too, you know?" Sam bats as he took Jake's hand after it was offered to him. He's up on his feet too now.

"John is our daddy. I was talking about DEAN."

"Oh."

"Hey, baby--can't you just port us to Paris or something? I mean, after you've gotten your strength back that is."

"I'll try. So we don't need to call them anymore?"

"No."

Several minutes later, Jake is sitting next to Sam behind the counter in the kitchen. They are both eating cereal from one bowl.

"Sam, why do you think we ended up in our house? Were you thinking of being here when we ported?" Sam grimaced, he met Jake's eyes warily. "You forgot we were in Paris on a vacation, didn't you?"

"Are y-you mad?"

"No."

"It was 3 in the morning, Jake...I'm sorry, okay? Half of me wasn't really up yet altogether, I guess."

"No need for apologies, baby. I'm just glad we didn't end up in oblivion or in the Jurassic era."

As they were talking though, somebody just came up from behind them through the kitchen swinger. Normally with the twins' keen senses brought about by their supernatural enabilities, they would have easily sensed the breach of another presence nearby; which is why lately, Pierce and Dean finds startling them a difficult challenge to master already. Only, this time--neither of the twins sensed the shadow before it was already too late.

Both twins are being held back by unknown assailants. And then the back door opens.

"Not exactly the twins I was expecting, but--you'll do better." came the intro.

"You're just as rotten as your old man, Peterson!" Jake spat out, "And you--"he turns to the one holding Sam, "I will kill you for even laying a hand on my brother--"

'Jake, don't. Let me handle this. I can port us out of here.' Sam tells Jake in their heads. He caught Sam's eyes, Jake nodded small. Sam closed his eyes.

Several seconds later, he met Jake's.

'What happened?' Jake asks him.

'I don't know...'

'Let me try it my way... I won't kill anybody, I promise, Sam.'

'Okay...'

Three beats, nothing.

Jake turns and met Sam's eyes.

'We're screwed, Jake.'

"Get them to the truck! It neccessarily doesn't have to be carefully too." Adam smugly says with a laugh. When they got outside, a couple of black vans were parked in the curb, "Separate them." he orders.

"NO!" Jake screamed after hearing that, he immediately tried fighting his way out of the grip of the one holding him, only he couldn't do anymore than that. The man was just too strong. He could only watch helplessly as the other guy dragged Sam towards the other van. "SAAAAMMMMMM!!"

'It will be okay, Jake.' Sam says in their heads.

"Sam..." Jake whispers his baby brother's name. He is at the backseat of the other van headed off to god knows where. Two guys are seated on either side of him. Big guys. Adam is sitting in front of him, smugly. "I'm going to kill you really slow, the minute I find a way out of here. And being a Winchester, I AM going to find a way out of here."

"We'll see." Adam smirks. "But what about Sam though? You're just going to leave your baby brother?"

"I swear it, if you even as much as hurt a lash on that kid--there'll be nothing left of you or your mom, or anything else that you love--but cinder after I'm thru with you." Jake says with griited teeth and tears streaming down his face.

"I have a nagging question for you, kid."

"Do I look like I'm in any kind of mood to answer you?" Jake snaps.

Adam ignores him, "How sick is your family, kid?"

"Excuse me?"Jake blurts, "How SICK is yours? Your old man molested my brother, you asshole! Why don't you ask him? He is king bitch of nastiness!"

"Now that I find amusing!" Adam laughs, "You're accusing my dad of molesting your brother? That's saucy!"

"Try the truth, princess bitch!"

"How, how could you stand being around Sam, Jacob? Or Kel for that matter? Knowing about what happened between them? Between two of your brothers...which sickened me by the way." Adam laughs to mock, "If I were you I'd be revolted by those two. " he feigns shuddering, "How could your sick family still keep those two around?"

"You have no right talking about my brothers that way. How would you even know about anything? You have no idea what our family has been through."

"You Winchesters took MINE away. And I intend to drag you down along with what happened to them. If I don't get to have a family anymore, why should you any of you get to?"

"We don't even know what happened to your old man, asshole! And I don't really care! In fact I wish to god he's roasting in hell right now!"

That right there owned Jake a bloody nose. Adam has him by the jaw as he is leaning against the kid and breathing onto his face angrily for the remark.

"If you cared about your family as much as you're acting out right now--how could you have been so careless with your family's dirty little secret which could destroy that which matters most to you Winchesters by its exposure?"

"What the f*** are you talking about?"

"That tape was found in your possession, you little troll." Adam gets off him and sat back in his seat.

Tape. Jake swallowed loudly.

"Not so fiesty now are yah?" the Peterson kid laughs mockingly. He had barely said that when he kicked in the groin by the Winchester boy. The last thing Jake remembered before Adam's guys beat him senseless was the thought about the tape.

'I can't believe I forgot all about it...I never destroyed it...I forgot all about it...'

Chapter Twenty-Three:

It was more or less 3am when Dean got shaken up in his sleep by somebody. In the dimlit surrounding the bedroom he shares with his Sammy is in, when he opened his eyes and looked up, his face was met with Sonja Davies' albeit nervous and concerned face--still breath-takingly beautiful. And Dean's hair may all be standing up on his head due to his position in his sleep, the minute he opened his eyes and met hers--Sonja literally stopped breathing. Despite what his brothers, minus Sammy of course, all call him behind his back, it's undeniable; Dean is most definitely the epitome of a beautiful man.

"Sonja, Danny is my brother..." Dean blurts out a he automatically moves his face away, "...and I love him dearly. So whatever it is that you so want to do with me...or TO me," he gives her a sideglance with squinting eyes, "--is never gon'na happen, lady."

Sonja's reddened face scrunches up and then she pouts; slapping the middle brother silly on the arm, she gets up from her leaning in position over the boy on the bed. And then she grins wryly while scratching her head beside the boy's bed.

"The approach was rather suggestive there, wasn't it?" she started, "Sorry."

Dean props up on his elbows and gives her a immeidiate nod to mock.

"Despite my reputation for promiscuity, lady--I do have my boundaries." Dean spoke and then laughs, "You should see your face right now, Sonja. It's priceless." the boy swings his leg to the side of the bed and gave the spot next to him a pat. Sonja does sit down after remembering the urgency of the situation. "So what is up? Besides yours truly."

Sonja is trying to read between the lines to Dean's remark; she wasn't sure whether it had double meaning behind it, knowing Dean and the suggestive grin on the boy's face. After the look she further gave him in reaction to the remark, Dean had to laugh yet again. He only did really just mean what he meant--the remark was innocent.

"What?" he asks her looking all innocent in the face--and he actually is for the first time. Sonja still not sure just went straight to the point of her need to be there at that unholy hour.

"Dean, the twins left the traversal plains."

"What?" Dean gasps, all the sleepiness and playfullness leaving him--taking even his soul with them. "What do you mean, left?"

"They're not there anymore when I channeled them earlier."

Dean got up and had started pacing nervously in front of Sonja. He momentarily doubled over after he felt like passing-out just then.

"Are you okay? You need to sit down--water? Anything, Dean?" Sonja asks, she tried getting near the boy, but Dean waves at her dismissively. She backs off.

"I'm alright." he tells her, "Can--can you see where they are now?" he resumes pacing, "I mean, you can do that right?"

"Dean, because of what they did--I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?" Dean looked even more worried than earlier. He stops pacing altogether and crouches in front of Sonja. "What do you mean, you can't?"

"It's like there's a barrier between me and them. And that's not the worst of it..."

"It's not?"

"Dean, the twins' abilities are going to be dormant not unless they go back and finish the traversal. And I can't help them or allow my abilities to lend them a hand in anything either. My supernatural abilities won't be of any help to them right now. Not until they finish what they started."

They had barely started talking when Eloise's face pops in the doorway. Dean got up and met his big brother.

"Dean, Ace called...the twins are in Lincoln." Eloise says breathlessly. "We need to get there."

Dean wanted to ask why, which was actually just one of the many questions running in his head at the moment. But since he knows they are pressed for time, he instead opted to just ask them later. The brothers held each other's gazes for a second and then they turned to Sonja.

"Your powers could work on me and Ted, right? On the guys? Just not on the twins?" Dean asks her. He looked hopeful and at the same time worried of Sonja's response.

"Yes."

When Eloise looked like he was about to ask why, his brother stunted the attempt.

"I'll explain later, Ted. We don't have time." the he took off to the door and disappeared in the hallway dragging his big brother with him; Sonja following closeby.

--

Jake could feel his body aching; his head--even his hair hurts. Everything about him hurt. If it were up to him, he wouldn't even want to open his eyes anymore since even his lashes are achingly painful. Gnawing at him. But since he knows he can't allow defeat to claim him; that he is not allowed to give-up--not when Sam's life is hanging in a precarious situation, he doesn't. He forces himself to open his eyes. It hasn't been more than half an hour when the beatings on his body stopped and the goons had left him alone in there, but with the state he is in, it might as well be forever.

When his eyes finally did open, he realized that he is all tied up to a chair. The boy had a hard time focusing his eyes for a good few seconds but the minute that he pointed them towards the direction right in front of him, that's when Jacob felt all the blood rush to his head.

Arms suspended on a chain above his head, hanging on the rafters is his baby brother. And he is unconscious. And the worst of it is the fact that Jake could very well see that his baby twin's feet are barely reaching the ground; hence making the ordeal even more painful and torturous.

'oh god, baby...'

"Sam..." Jake called out, "Baby...baby wake up?"

No response. Jake could feel rage coming from inside him at the guys who grabbed him and Sam earlier. The boy closed his eyes and tried calling upon his ability--it didn't matter which one at the moment. What's important is for him to know if they had gotten even just one back. The boy then opened his eyes and concentrated on the window just above the rafters. It took him several seconds of stern concentration before something did happen.

The open steel window just slammed shut. Along with that, Sam woke up. Startled.

"Sam!"

Sam's eyes immediately caught Jake and his little tied up situation. Jake didn't miss the look of concern, relief and anger in his baby twin's face all at once. He knew Sam was focusing on the bruises and cuts, so he had to pull him out of that. He knew what he is feeling is nothing compare to what Sam is going through; being mercilessly suspended like that.

"Baby, I'm good. Just don't try and move around too much, okay?" Jake coaxes him. "I swear to you, Sam, I'm making them pay for this, you hear me?"

"Jake, what have they done to you?" Sam started to sob. "You look hurt..."

"Sam, at least I'm sitting down. You're hanging on a chain, baby..." Jake can't help but break too. "god damn it!" he says with clenched jaw. Hid fists behind him were clenched too. "Just hold on, okay? I already got my ability back, baby. I think. I will use it to get us out of this mess and back to Paris, even before everybody finds out about our little detour."

"Jacob, you look like an eggplant right now. Do you really think no one will notice when we get there?"

"Sonja can just do her healing thing on me, Sam."

"You do know she can't keep using that on our whims, Jake?"

"I know."

Silence. Sam could feel his arms about to come off because of the pain but he doesn't say anything. Instead he tried concentrating on checking if he had his own abilities back. After several seconds, he got nothing. He opens his eyes and found Jake looking all sad and wary.

"Jake...what's--" he tried asking him what was the problem besides their current situation, but Jake cut him in.

"Sam, I'm sorry?"

"For what? This? Don't be. It was not your fault. If anything--I should be the one apologizing to you for not being able to stand up and protect you."

"Uh hi! Jake here--30 minutes older."

"Jake, we're brothers...it works both ways."

"Sam, this is my fault." Jake says sadly, "And I know you're going to hate me the second they tell you about what I did. You'll probably even kill me and...break up with me or something." he sighs, "But before you do any of that though, let me just do this one last thing for you. Let me get you out of here and then you can start forgetting about me after that."

"Why would I want to do that--those...I mean, any of those things." Sam grimaced at the pain, tears are streaming down his cheeks but he still isn't saying anything.

Jake could feel his heart rip, "Sam, I'm getting you out of here. Just hang tight."

Sam tried to talk again, but Jake shut his eyes and blocked anything else out, even Sam. He focused on the rope binding him to the chair. A few seconds later and he could feel pain at his wrist and then his burning skin and clothes. He could smell them too--burning. Sam could see smoke coming from behind Jake and that scared him.

"JAKE, STOP! YOU'RE BURNING YOURSELF! STOP IT!" Sam cried in horror. "JAKE!" But that didn't make Jake relent at all. He kept on concentrating til he felt the rope around him loosen and then eventually falling to the ground at his feet. He then opened his eyes, got up-and met his baby brother's face with his happy grinning own while wriggling out of the remaining obstruction to his escape.

"Now to get you down from there..." Jake dragged the chair and got Sam to stand on it, to make it easier to get him off the rafters. He doesn't hear any word from Sam the whole time he was doing the rescuing, but the second he got the kid down and removed the chains from his wrist--nursing on them gently in his hands, that's when he got a mouthful from the younger boy. And a kick on the foot. "It's not like I don't already have enough bruises at the moment, Sam. Feel free to land me more why don't you?"

Sam pulled his hands free and instead grabbed onto his older twin's in them. He touched the slightly burnt skin on one of Jake's arms. Looking up, he met Jake's eyes with a scolding glare.

"Don't do that again!"

"Believe me, I didn't want to. It's because I had to, Sam." he grabs Sam in a hug. "I had to. Don't be mad, okay?"

"Just promise me you won't do that again and we're good, Jake."

Jake pulls away and nodded.

"Come on, let's get out of here." he takes Sam by the arm and dragged him towards the door, but the kid pulls him back. "What?" he looks at him over his shoulder.

"We can't go that way. I'll port us out of here."

"Sam, I saw you try and work your mojo earlier and it didn't work."

"I could have it back by now. It won't hurt to try."

"Okay, but if you haven't, we can--" he looks around the place, "--we can try and climb out through that steel window up there?" he suggested. Sam and him are looking up at the steel window ten feet above them. "It's going to be a long climb but we'll find a way. I promise."

"Okay, Jakey."

Sam closed his eyes and--nothing.

The twins instead find themselves climbing out of the window and on the roof to the ledge. Jake has Sam behind him the whole time as he is looking for a way for them to climb down. Crouching at the edge, with Sam next to him, the older half got an idea.

"Baby--"

"Don't you even think of jumping off first and catching me, Jake? I'm not gon'na let you do that."

"Sam, we have to get away from here. We have no other choice."

"How far do you think we're gon'na get with you limping your way out of here after you've broken your leg? It's more or less and twelve-foot drop, genius man?"

While they were arguing up there, something just hit both twins on the forehead. Sam picked up the offensive item after it landed by their feet. It was a couple of small seeds--each hitting Jake and him earlier. And then a soft whistle came next calling their attention; both twins looked down and caught Ace gesturing for them to head off to the other edge. They very well could tell that their big brother's friend, with his gun drawn up at the ready like so, that he's not going to think twice in shooting anybody who might try and hamper their escape.

"I have never been as glad to see that guy in my life, Sam!" Jake whispers to Sam. "But I do feel bad though, I feel like I am cheating on our guys."

Sam had to smirk to that as they are headed off to the other end of the roof that Ace pointed them to. The older guy following the twins on the ground; his eyes peeled the whole time. He is intent on protecting his friend's little brothers like he would protect Joe, his own baby brother.

Just as the twins are about to head down the ladder, they just hear Ace's sharp whistle--and the next thing that happened was, Jake covers Sam up with his body after they hear movement behind them. A body drops with a thud seconds later after a whizzing sound went past them courtesy of Ace's silver sig.

"You pups okay?" the guy was occasionally tossing glances at the twins at the back seat of his black heavily-tinted SUV. "Not counting the dings on you, Jake." He smirks.

"Oh this?" Jake says, referring to his bruises, "Doesn't even hurt at all, man!"

"Wow, guess you're braver than Teddy, then, huh?" Ace added, catching Jake's eyes on the rearview mirror.

"That I am, buddy!" leaning forward in his seat, he reaches in and gives Ace a pat and a squeeze on both shoulders before he slouches back next to Sam who was too busy typing a text message to Dean.

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRTTTTT

Eloise read Ace's name on the screen. He and Dean, with the guys are all about to head out. James had earlier on already contacted Mr. Anderson, and he took care of the private jet that will take the boys back to Lincoln. Dean and Ted, after careful consideration instead opted on letting the rest know of the problem than having them both and Sonja handle it by their lonesome threesome.

"Yeah?"

"Dude, the twin pack was safely recovered. They're with me. I'm headed off to the Dupoint." Ace tells him.

Eloise snaps his fingers to call Dean to him while he was on the phone with Ace. The middle brother is in front of him in no time.

"What is it?" Dean asks with a scrunched-up brow. Eloise gives his brother the thumbs-up. That just lit Dean's face up. "They got them?"

He can't answer Dean vocally since Ace is still talking to him, but he does nod. He cradles Dean's nape in his hand and gently ruffles it affectionately. He is just as happy as Dean is with the news.

GAH! :P you are just in the mood tonight, arent ya? ^.^

actually, girl...it's 2pm here... :lol: :lol: