Far From Home

Disclaimer: I do not own Sam and Dean or any of the Winchesters.

Chapter One:

The clock read 12:30 AM.

Outside the wind was blowing hard and the torrential rain, deafening. Inside the Whitfield manor--two creatures were stirring though for entirely different reasons. 15-year old Dean Winchester and his little brother, 11 year-old Sammy. The grannies are at the farm; have been there for 2 days now. They left the two boys at home. All alone by themselves. Amaliah, having no idea still-- to the goings on and real score between the two boys, never gave it a second thought to follow after her husband to the farm after Armando got stuck there for the last two days straight prior to her following after him, and later herself getting stuck there too--because of the storm that just broke.

Dean is awake and currently watching tv in his bedroom; that's when he caught the time--12:30 AM. He has the volume up on his television and is currently enjoying a hell of a time since he knows nobody is going to tell him to turn the volume down. Halfway into his viewing pleasure though, he felt hungry and thirsty. When he was coming out of his door to the hallway, as he was headed for the top of the stairs; something caught his attention through the corner of his eye when he came out earlier. He looked over his shoulder subtlely and caught his little brother, next to his door all curled up, knees drawn to his chest--hugging his knees. The kid is sleeping outside of his big brother's door.

That scene right there went slamming into the boy's side of the head. He was brought back to that time when Sam was barely 4 and it was pretty much raining as hard.

Cue in Dean's flashback...

The thunder just clapped. A few seconds later, Dean could hear tiny baby footsteps coming from the hallway towards his room; running. Then his bedroom door knob clattered.

Dean loved the fact of getting nightly visits from his mom and Sam every night. When she would come in his room bringing his little brother with her; she would fix his blanket for him and give him warm kisses all over the face before she tells him good night. Sam would slobber all over the older boy’s face too, but the former didn’t mind it. He loved these nighttime visits from them that’s why he leaves his door unlocked.

It’s been four days now, since she was gone; no more visits—no more warm kisses on the face--no more mom.

His door is locked this time.

“Deanie…” a soft baby voice just came from outside the door.

Dean heard it, the voice tugged on his heart, he bolted up when he heard it; but then he recalled what he heard their dad say in the office to Eloise.

“It was Sam’s fault, you hear me! It is his fault your mom isn’t here anymore! He took her away from us!” And Dean recalled their dad’s tear-stained face when he said it. As much as his dad scares him, Dean loves his dad and he would never want him to get hurt.

“Deanie...Sammy scared…Sammy scared…”

The thunder clapped again. Dean got up and was walking towards the door to open it, when it started ringing in his ears again; “It was Sam’s fault… He took her away from us!” The older boy retracted his hand from the doorknob.

“Deanie…” came the baby voice again, but this time it was coming more from under the door. The boy could just imagine that Sam was sitting outside on the floor, leaning against the door. “Sammy scared, Deanie…pwease wake up…”

Dean wanted to open the door but he didn’t. He instead found himself slid to the floor himself, leaning against the door, on the other side. Their backs were to each other with the door in between them. “Sammy…” He whispers his baby brother's name.

The thunder clapped again.

The three-year old just started sobbing, he was hugging his chubby little knees to his chest as he buried his face to his chest.

“Deanie…mommy…”

Dean just leaned his head against the door. He could hear everything going on behind the door on the outside. He could hear Sam’s sobs and whimpers, he very well knows the thunder frightens Sam, he wanted to open the door and just grab his baby brother inside his room for their usual sleep over when their mom was still alive then. He wanted to just hold his brother so many times at the funeral too, but the look on their dad’s face whenever he or Eloise would try and go near the littlest Winchester made the two boys cower. So they stayed away from Sam, and with what he just heard John tell Eloise in his office—it just sealed the fact that things just have to change around the house with how they would be around Sam.

“He took her away from us!” he heard it again in his head, he shut his eyes and felt warm tears stream down his face. ‘Sammy…’

Present day...

Dean, as he was making himself a sandwich in the kitchen, he was crying. His heart ached.

'Sammy...I don't know why I hate you so much right now...I'm so sorry, little brother...I'm so sorry. I don't know why I'm doing this...' he says in his head, a few seconds later, the boy finds himself putting down the sandwich he was making as he slid to the floor behind the counter. He sobbed even more the moment his butt hit the floor. 'Mom...mom, what am I doing to Sammy? I don't know why I got this so much hatred for somebody I still love with all my heart?...I don't know what I'm doing anymore, mom...'

Upstairs, Sammy just stirred and noticed his Deanie's door open a crack. he slowly got up and pushed the door open. He knew Dean would be mad. Dean could hurt him if he got caught just being near him; but at the moment, he was too scared of the thunderstorm to be scared of getting yelled at or punched. Peeping in cautiously, holding his breath--Sam bobbed his head further into the room, only to find it empty of his big brother.

He started to wheeze.

'Dean left me...'

The kid stood there by the doorway even more afraid of being alone than he is of the thunderstorm now--or even getting beaten up by his big brother. The next thing was, he quietly goes back to his room; the kid doesn't even find it necessary to close his door anymore. He left it open a couple feet wide.

When Dean went back up, half an hour later, as he was about to go to sleep--he finds himself bumping his head against the head board after he finds his bed missing of it's ensemble.

His pillows weren't there anymore. His two gigantic pillows are gone.

"What the hell--"

He couldn't explain it. But he somehow found himself standing outside Sam's door seconds later. Looking in, walking in further--Dean finds himself alongside the kid's bed--watching the kid sleeping peacefully, in between his missing gigantic pillows. The older boy quietly closed the door first before he walked back towards Sam's bed and slowly eased himself onto the bed next to Sam. Before he allowed his eyes to finally rest, Dean turns to his side, facing Sam.

'I love you, Sammy...' he says in his head. 'I really do.'

He carefully leans in and plants a soft kiss on the kid's cheek right before he did get himself some sleep. The next day, he was up early and left the kid's room. Sam never found out that his big brother was even there.

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