APPEARANACES

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Sequel to "Secret Keeper" and starts from the Sam\John fight scene in "Dead Man's Blood". From then on it's somewhat AU, especially regarding Sam's powers. May have a minimal amount of swear words.

CHAPTER ONE: FIGHT

"You walked away, Sam! You walked away!" John Winchester accused.

"You were the one who said, 'Don't come back', Dad! You were the one who closed that door, not me! You were just pissed off that you couldn't control me anymore!" Sam Winchester shouted. The next thing the youngest hunter knew, he had been shoved against the 1967 Chevy Impala. Panting, he stared at his father. Unbidden, a memory came rushing back. Lyle grabbed Sam and threw him across the shed. John felt his eyes widen. Had he just---?

"Sammy. Sammy, I'm sorry. I---I didn't mean to," he stammered. He began to approach, but stopped when he saw his son tense. Sam and Dean got into the car and drove off. In his truck, John's eyes clouded. I can't believe I just hit my own son. And that look in Sammy's eyes, he thought unhappily. In the other car, there was silence. Dean looked at his brother.

"You all right?" he finally questioned.

"I'm fine. We both know I've had worse," came the response.

"Sammy...Dad didn't mean to hurt you. He's not Uncle Lyle," Dean stated.

"Yeah, I know," Sam responded. "I was just more surprised than anything," he admitted.

"You sure?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Sam answered. Dean returned his attention to the road. Sam's eyes clouded. I can't believe Dad actually hit me, he thought. He had never done that before. The shocked look on the man's face had spoken volumes. He had been as surprised as his youngest. On one hand, Sam knew that his father wouldn't intentionally hurt him. But on the other, his action had reminded him of all the times Uncle Lyle had gone after him. Dean glanced at Sam. The kid looked really tense. But the older brother couldn't really blame him. Not after hearing what Uncle Lyle had done to him. From out of nowhere, Dean was hit with a memory.

"Dean? Are you up, boy?" Lyle asked. Ten-year old Dean moaned.

"No. Please," he said.

"What's the matter, Dean? Not happy to see me?" Lyle smirked.

"Go away," Dean demanded.

"Dean, look out!" Sam's cry broke through the older boy's reverie. Various drivers honked their car horns. He frantically twisted the wheel until he found himself back on the road.

"Sorry, Sammy," he apologized.

"Bad memory?" came the question.

"Yeah. Don't wanna talk," was the response.

"Yeah. All right," the younger boy agreed. It was the one subject he never pressed. He couldn't. 'Cuz if he did...he'd have to tell Dean everything that Uncle Lyle had done to him. And he just---he couldn't deal with that. Dean focused on the road ahead. He was grateful that Sammy never pressed the Uncle Lyle issue. That way he wouldn't have to dwell on how he had failed his younger brother. If only he had told Dad. But he couldn't. Uncle Lyle had made him promise. He had sworn that Sammy would be left alone. Just then, Dean's cell phone rang. He picked it up.

"Yes, Sir?" he asked.

"Dean, what happened?" John questioned.

"Spaced out. Sorry. Won't happen again," Dean apologized, then hung up before his father could press the issue. John frowned. Dean had never been so abrupt with him before. And why would he just space out like that? The man made a mental note to talk to his boys as soon as possible. The hunters stopped at a hotel. John checked them in and Dean and Sam went to the room.

"Sammy, are you sure you're okay?" Dean questioned.

"I'm fine, Dean. I know Dad didn't mean to hurt me and he didn't. I told you: I was really more surprised," Sam insisted.

"Okay, man," Dean agreed. His eyes clouded even more, but he kept silent. He didn't wanna talk about it anymore. He just couldn't. He didn't like thinking about it. A little while later, they reached a hotel, signed in, and went to their rooms.

"Okay, you boys want to tell me what the heck's goin' on?" John demanded.

"Dad...please don't make us," Sam pleaded. John looked at his sons and was shocked and concerned to see the uncomfortableness and terror on their faces.

"Boys, come on. What's going on?" he prodded.

"Dad, seriously. Do not press this," Sam requested. Only Dean noted the slight tremor in the room.

"Uh, Dad---why don't you just back off?" he asked. Sure Sammy had used his telekinesis before, but it was still a little shaky.

"No! Something's going on and I wanna know right now," John ordered.

"Well, too bad! You don't always get what you want, Dad!" Sam shouted.

"Stop it, both of you!" Dean cried, as the shaking grew worse. But it was too late.

"You don't even care! Stop pretending you do! I hate you for what you did and I will never forgive you!" Sam screamed. John and Dean jumped as the lamp on the nightstand shattered.

"Whoa. Take it easy, Sammy," Dean said nervously.

"Sam, what exactly do you want to tell me?" John questioned.