Dean wasn't sure what to really do at that point, slowly turning the stove off and taking the popcorn off, putting it on the counter.

As a kid he always wanted to protect his brother from everything, if that meant lying to him and hiding the truth again and again then he was happy to do so. He always thought that he managed to hide it perfectly until Sam managed to find their dads journal and read it.

He never thought that Sammy would realize that things were being hidden and he most certainly never thought about how it would make him feel.

Taking a deep breath Dean turned and started out of the kitchen, needing to find his brother. One way or another they had to talk, even if he didnt know what to say to him anymore.

The bunker was too quiet, more so than usual. He didn't even know the first place to look for his brother, there were countless rooms and bedrooms that Sam could be hiding in but ultimately…

His brother hated one thing almost more than anything else, he hated being alone. That was something that they had in common, neither one of them could be alone for too long a time.

And considering that there was only one other person in the bunker he had a bit of an idea where to at least start to look for him.

Going towards the library he walked carefully as to not make that much noise, his breath caught when he heard the low whispers of people talking.

"He does care, he cares about you so much." he could hear Jack saying. "You know that."

If Sammy said anything back Dean couldn't hear him but regardless his chest tightened slightly.

He turned the corner into the library and from Jacks slight movement he knew that the kid knew he was here. Jack gave a half glance towards Dean and he had Sammy in his lap, arms wrapped around him tightly and holding him close.

"He's always lying to me." now he could hear what Sammy was saying. "Always and he's not supposed to do that."

"He doesn't want to lie to you, just sometimes...the truth is harder." Jack said, shooting a slightly helpless look at Dean.

"He won't even tell me what's wrong with me." Sammy said, curling in closer to Jacks chest. "And I know somethings wrong, something big."

Jack rubbed at Sammys back, rocking him back and forth slightly. "I can't tell you that either Sam, I'm sorry."

Dean cleared his throat and tried to ignore how Sammy flinched at the sound and curled in closer to Jack.

"Hey kiddo." Dean said, keeping his voice light as he crossed the room and reached for his brother. Sammy tightened his grip on Jacks shirt for a moment but then let go, going limp in Dean's hands.

Jack had a conflicted look on his face as he let Dean take Sammy back, slowly bringing his arms down. "What should I do?"

Dean tucked Sammy under his chin once more and glanced at the kid. "Mind giving us some space?"

Jack nodded and glanced at Sammy once more before he left the library, giving them privacy.

"What do you want?" Sammy mumbled, his tone a bit defensive despite how he was clinging to Dean.

"I want to talk to you." Dean said softly. "We should talk Sammy."

"'Bout what?"

"Everything." Dean said spotting a chair for them to sit in, still holding onto his brother. "Because you're right Sammy, you deserve to know the truth."

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