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A/N1 : Thank you to GoogleMaps. Make that a BIG thank you. I had a vision for this chapter, and then I got worried that I wouldn't be able to make it work. But GoogleMaps gave me what I needed. Woohoo. Bing can go fudge themselves.

A/N2: Think that is it (for now). :D

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Sam opens his eyes. He is alone. He sees a folded piece of paper on the nightstand with 'SAM' on it. Sitting up, Sam grabs it, opens it up and reads:

"Morning Sammy, Don't panic..."

Sam stops reading and smiles, his big brother knows him too well. Sam continues to read:

"...I figure the only way, I'm going to be able to get back to Crowley, is to sneak out. It is just after 6..."

Sam stops reading and looks at his watch. 10:08 am. Sam takes a deep breath, Dean has been gone four hours. He goes back to Dean's note:

"...and you are fast asleep. There's fresh coffee. I want you to eat breakfast and keep yourself busy until I get back. Dean"

Sam gets out of the bed, he holds Dean's note tight in his hand as he walks out of the bedroom. He walks down the hall to his room. He gently places the note on the bed and changes his clothes. He picks up the note and walks out into the hall to the kitchen. He places the note on the table and walks over to the counter.

Sam puts a bagel in the toaster and gets cream cheese from the fridge. He pours himself a mug of coffee and brings it to the table.

He looks at Dean's note and has a need to know where exactly his big brother is. Sam runs out of the kitchen to the library and grabs his laptop. He runs back to the kitchen. He puts the laptop on the table. He walks to the counter, his bagel is done, he puts cream cheese on it and puts the bagel on a plate. He puts the cream cheese back in the fridge. He grabs the plate and walks to the table.

He sits down facing the doorway. Dean's note is to his left. The plate is in front of him, the mug of coffee in front of the plate. He opens up his laptop and turns it on. He places it to his right. Once the computer boots up, Sam goes to the location website and types in Dean's cellphone number. He eats his bagel, as he anxiously waits for the map to load with Dean's location.

Norfolk, Nebraska

Sam takes a sip of coffee and puts the mug back on the table, making sure it is centered in between Dean's note and his laptop. Sam puts his index finger on the red dot, on the screen, which represents Dean's phone. Sam has a need to hear Dean's voice.

He gets up from the chair and runs down the hall to his room. He stands there and looks around for his phone. He sees it on his desk. Sam grabs it and runs back to the kitchen.

Sam sits down and speed dials Dean.

Dean picks up on the third ring, "Morning, Sammy."

Sam moves closer to the table and puts his right index finger on the red dot. He whispers, "Good morning, Dean."

Dean says in a gentle voice, "You left me no choice, Sammy. I didn't want to leave Crowley alone for much longer and I didn't want to stress you more than need be. You have breakfast?"

Sam nods, then realizes that Dean can't see him, "Bagel."

Dean laughs, "That's it? Sammy, you're a growing boy, you need more than a bagel."

Sam, his finger still on the screen, swallows, "Wasn't that hungry. Bagel was good enough."

Dean says calmly, "Okay, Sammy. So, I figure Crowley can give us some helpful information. I'm going to bring him back to the bunker. Okay?"

Sam whispers, "I don't know."

Dean sighs, "Okay, Sam. Tell you what, I got another two hours or so until I get to the church, think about it and call me with a definite answer."

Sam whispers, "Thanks, Dean."

Dean laughs, "Hey, don't thank me, Sam. I know that right now, you're on edge, but I'll be back before you know it. Talk to you in a while. Bye Sammy."

Sam whispers, "Bye Dean." Dean hangs up. Sam hangs up.

He picks up the empty coffee mug and sets his phone in its place. He picks up the empty plate and gets up.

He goes to the sink and washes the mug and plate. He puts them in the drainer.

Sam walks back to the table and sits down.

He thinks about what to do about Crowley.

Who gave him and Dean back the Colt to kill Lucifer. Which failed and cost Jo and Ellen their lives. Sam closes his eyes against the pain of losing the two women. But opens them up quickly, when he remembers Lucifer punching Dean, sending him crashing into a tree.

Sam found out the truth about his college buddy, Brady, from Crowley. Who used Dean as bait to capture Brady.

Crowley got Bobby to sell his soul for information on where to find Death. Then refused to give it back, until he, or whether his soulless self, and Dean found Crowley's bones and made him give Bobby back his soul.

Sam shudders as the memories of being soulless come to mind. He remembers running to save Dean, after Crowley locked Dean up in a room with ghouls. With that memory making up his mind, Sam refreshes the screen.

Vermillion, South Dakota

Sam picks up his phone and speed dials Dean.

Dean picks up on the second ring, "What did you decide, Sammy?"

Sam, in a strong voice, says, "Kill him."

Dean calmly says, "Fine. Almost at the church. You okay?"

Sam, putting his finger on the red dot, says "I think so."

Dean chuckles, "Okay, Sammy. Bye"

Sam swallows, "Bye, Dean." He closes his eyes as Dean hangs up. Sam ends the call and sets the phone back in its place, in between Dean's note and the laptop.

Sam picks up Dean's note, reads it again, and puts it back in its place.

Sam tries to think of something to keep himself busy, until Dean comes back to the bunker. But there is nothing that he WANTS to do. He looks at the laptop, but he doesn't want to disturb the location website.

Sam knows that he shouldn't be this needy on Dean. But he also knows that the world hates him. Everytime he and Dean are as close as they were when they were younger, the world says 'hell no', and causes something to happen.

After Jessica's death, Sam reconnected with Dean, but the world didn't like that. Dean's electrocution, the car accident, Gordon, Sam's death, Dean's deal. Dean died and when he came back, the world still kept them at odds.

Sam shudders when he thinks about how Ruby kept him from Dean. If only he could go back and do things differently. He would never had taken that first taste of demon blood and instead would have killed Ruby, when she reappeared in his life. Dean would have been returned to him and he would have been grateful for every day that he had his big brother back.

Sam shakes his head because he knows he can't change the past. He refreshes the screen.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Sam thinks about what happened in the church. He remembers how he didn't care if he died, he had believed that he had been replaced with Castiel and Benny in Dean's heart. Sam shakes his head at his own foolishness. He touches the red dot on the screen and smiles.

When he was younger, he knew that Dean loved him. As he grew up and realized that he didn't want to hunt for the rest of his life and always seemed to butt heads with Dad, he still knew that Dean loved him. When he left to go to Stanford and Dean dropped him at the bus station, pushing $500 into his hand, he knew that Dean loved him.

Sam should never have thought that he had lost Dean's love.

But still he is afraid to have Dean out of his sight, not to have Dean within reach. Because the world hates him and will do anything to take Dean from him. Sam refreshes the screen.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Sam takes a deep breath. Dean is going to be there awhile.

Sam thinks that tonight he will sleep in his own bed. But he remembers that means sleeping in his own ROOM, away from Dean. Sam, in a panic, grabs Dean's note and runs his finger across 'SAM', and relaxes. He puts the note back in its place and decides that TOMORROW he will sleep in his own bed, in his own room. But tonight, he needs to be with Dean after being away from him all day.

Sam smiles and decides that he will have a hot meal waiting for his big brother when he gets home. Sam laughs, when he thinks of the bunker as 'home', but that is what it seems to him. Home.

Sam refreshes the screen.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Sam touches the red dot. He glances at the time on the screen. 12:47 pm

Sam looks at his phone. He wants to call Dean, but he doesn't want to distract him, if Dean is still dealing with Crowley. Sam takes a deep breath. He should find something to do.

Dean still has a six hour drive back to the bunker, once he is done with Crowley. Sam knows that he can't just sit at the kitchen table watching the screen for six more hours.

Sam wonders how long it will take until Dean leaves Sioux Falls. He folds his arms down on the table, lays his head down and tries to relax.

It was four days after leaving Broward County, that Sam was able to sleep in his own bed. But that night, he still woke up at 3 in the morning, terrified that Dean was gone. He stood by Dean's bedside and watched his brother sleeping. After a few seconds, Dean's big brother radar detected a little brother in crisis and Dean opened one eye. Without saying a word, Dean pulled back the bedsheets. Sam climbed into the bed and rested his head on Dean's chest, as Dean covered them up. He wrapped his arms around Sam, kissed the top of Sam's head and went back to sleep. Sam fell asleep, listening to Dean's heart beating.

The next morning they drove to a gas station. Dean filled up the tank and then went inside to pay, while Sam waited in the Impala. Sam noticed a guy looking around the area and then walk inside. Sam got out of the car and stepped inside the store. He saw Dean and the attendant talking, their backs to the door. The guy was approaching his brother, his hand going into his pocket.

Sam pulled out his gun, caught up to the guy in two strides, and yelled,"Don't even think about it," as he put his gun to the guy's ear.

Dean turned around, grabbed the gun out of the guy's hand. He looked up at Sam and gently said, "Ok, Sammy. Put the gun down."

Sam glared at the guy and smacked his gun against the guy's head. The guy dropped to the ground. Sam slowly backed away and put his gun back in his waistband against his back. He looked up at Dean, his eyes shiny.

Dean nodded and looked back at the attendant. He put the guy's gun on the counter and asked the attendant, "What do I owe you?"

The attendant shook his head, pushed the bag of food that was on the counter towards Dean and said, "No charge."

Dean said, "Thanks", with a smile. He grabbed the bag with his left hand and as he walked over to Sam, Sam grabbed his right sleeve. They walked out, got into the Impala and drove away.

Sam opens his eyes. He glances at the laptop screeen. 1:25pm. Sam refreshes the screen.

Vermillion, South Dakota

Taking a deep breath, Sam reaches for his phone. He speed dials Dean.

Dean picks up on the second ring, "Sammy."

Sam holds the phone tight, "Hi, Dean."

Dean says calmly, "Crowley is dead. Dragged his ass outside and I salted and burned him. I'm on my way back, all I want is a shower and some sleep."

Sam places his index finger gently on the red dot, "Aren't you hungry?"

Dean says, "Hell yes. Shit, I don't want to stop."

Sam says, "I was going to make dinner."

Dean chuckles, "Perfect. I'll give you a call, when I reach Hastings. Bye Sammy."

Sam takes a deep breath, "Bye Dean."

Dean says gently, "Sammy, I'm driving as fast as I can. Don't want to get a ticket, ok?"

Sam nods. His finger still on the red dot, he closes his eyes and whispers, "Ok, Dean."

Dean says gently, "Bye, Sammy." He hangs up.

Sam swallows and ends the call. He places the phone in between Dean's note and his laptop.

He picks up Dean's note. 'SAM' on the outside, but 'Sammy' inside.

Sam smiles. He finds it hard to remember a time, when he hated when Dean called him 'Sammy'.

He remembers when Gordon called him 'Sammy', Sam wanted to cut out his tongue, only DEAN can call him 'Sammy'.

Sam remembers when Dean got back from Hell, the 'Sammys' were few and far between. Sam swallows when he realizes that he was so wrapped up in his addiction, that he didn't even notice. But it was worse when he was soulless, Sam can count on one hand the number of times, Dean called him 'Sammy'. It was only when Dean got him back his soul, that he FELT like he deserved to be called 'Sammy'.

Now, 'Sammy' feels like Dean is holding him in a tight hug. Sam feels loved and safe. Sam rolls his eyes, Dean would have a field day if he knew THAT.

He puts Dean's note back on its spot on the table. He touches the red dot.

Sam decides that he will play solitaire until it is time to start making dinner. He gets up and walks to Dean's room. He looks at Dean's bed, and stops. He left the sheets a tangled mess, when he got out of bed this morning. Sam makes the bed. He finds a pack of cards in Dean's nightstand drawer and walks back to the kitchen.

He sits down and takes the aces out of the deck. He riffle shuffles the deck and lays out the four cards of the tableau. Sam plays. But he soon stops and smiles.

He can remember Dean teaching him to play solitaire when he was five or six. He sat on Dean's lap, as Dean shuffled the cards and then went step by step on how to play. Dean explained the order of the cards and the different suits. Sam doesn't remember where Dad was, he could have been sleeping or out on a hunt, or even at the other end of the table. All Sam remembers is Dean and him.

Sam remembers when he was sick, he only wanted Dean to take care of him.

When Dean would come back from a hunt hurt, Sam would push Dad away from his brother, so that HE could tend to Dean's wounds. Sam would then lay next to his brother, as if his presence would make Dean heal faster.

Sam takes a deep breath. He knows that Dean and him are closer than normal brothers, but then again, they have gone through a lot of shit that normal brothers, hell normal people, will never go through in a thousand lifetimes. He knows that a thirty year old man shouldn't be so dependent on his big brother. But knowing it and being able to deal with being apart from Dean, are two diffeent things.

People know that they shouldn't drink and drive and yet people do. People know that they shouldn't take drugs, and yet they do.

Sam knows that he is a grown man and should be able to handle being in the bunker by himself, while Dean is taking care of Crowley, but all Sam can think about is going downstairs, taking one of the cars in the garage and driving until he meets up with Dean.

Sam takes a deep breath. He looks at the time on the screen. 3:37 pm

Sam refreshes the screen.

Columbus, Nebraska

Sam grabs his phone off of the table. He speed dials Dean.

The phone rings. The voice mail kicks in on the tenth ring, Sam ends the call without leaving a message. He looks at the screen and then at his phone.

Sam puts the phone on the table. His hands are shaking.

He tries to think of why Dean wouldn't pick up his phone and all he can think of is Dean hurt somewhere in Columbus, Nebraska. Then Sam realizes that Dean's PHONE is in Columbus, Nebraska, but DEAN could be anywhere. Sam tries to think of what to do, but all that comes to mind are the times that the world hated him.

The wendigo, the skinwalker, the rawhead, the vision of Max shooting Dean, the car crash, the djinn, Gordon, Broward County, the hellhounds.

Sam sobs.

His phone rings. He grabs it and looks at the caller ID.

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Sam pushes the 'send' button and sobs, "Dean."

Dean gently says, "Sammy. I am so so sorry. I stopped to get gas, and left my phone on the seat. Went inside to pay and when I got back to the car, I saw that you had called."

Sam holds the phone close to his ear, his right index finger resting on the red dot that represents DEAN. He slowly relaxes at the sound of Dean's voice. His brother is fine.

When Sam doesn't answer him, Dean gently says, "Sammy, say something."

Sam swallows and whispers, "Something."

Dean's laughter, calms Sam even more. He whispers, "I didn't know what to do."

Dean gently says, "Sorry, Sammy. It's your own fault. You keep calling me, so it's just easier to leave the phone on the seat, than to have to keep taking it out my pocket."

Sam whispers, "No more stops, Dean."

Dean says gently, "No more stops, Sammy. I promise. Are you ok?"

Sam shakes his head, but whispers, "For now."

Dean says gently, "Ok, goodbye Sammy, I'll call when I hit Hastings."

Sam swallows, he knows that Dean can't be on the phone the rest of his trip, but Sam is reluctant to let Dean go.

Dean says gently, "Sammy."

Sam whispers, "Bye, Dean." Dean hangs up. Sam ends the call.

He puts the phone back in its spot in between Dean's note and his laptop. He gets up and goes to the sink. He splashes some cold water on his face. He wipes his face with a paper towel. He holds on to the counter.

Dean will be back in less than three hours. Sam just has to hold it together a little while longer.

He takes a deep breath and walks back to the table. He's done with playing cards. He gathers up the cards and puts them back in the box. He runs to Dean's room and puts the cards back in the nightstand drawer. He notices a few wrinkles in Dean's pillow, and smooths them out. He runs back to the kitchen.

Sam sits down at the table. He runs a finger across 'SAM' on Dean's note and touches the red dot on the screen gently.

He folds his arms on the table and lays his head down. Facing the laptop, Sam closes his eyes.

They pulled into a motel in Lakewood, Colorado. Sam looked over at a sleeping Dean.

He wondered what would have happened if he and Ben hadn't fallen through the floorboards in the tunnel. Would he had found Dean in time? What would he had said to Dad on the phone? "Dad, you helped kill your son."

Sam gasped at his cold heartedness. Dean woke up and looked around.

He smiled at Sam, "We stopping?"

Sam nodded and got out of the car. Dean got out as well. Sam noticed Dean holding his side.

Sam told him, "Dean, stay here, I'll check us in."

Dean nodded and leaned against the Impala. Sam ran to the motel office. He got a room and ran back to Dean.

Sam got their duffels out of the trunk and gently closed the door, because he didn't want to jar Dean who was still leaning against her.

Holding both duffels, Sam walked over to Dean. Dean reached for his duffel, but Sam handed him the key instead.

Dean rolled his eyes and unlocked the door. Sam walked in and dropped Dean's duffel on the first bed. He walked over and dropped his duffel on the other bed. He glanced at Dean.

Dean was taking his jacket off slowly, Sam knew better than to offer to help, but couldn't help asking, "You okay?"

Dean snorted and threw his jacket on a chair. He grabbed his toiletry bag, and his sleep clothes and went into the bathroom.

Sam sat on the bed. He couldn't believe how close he came to losing Dean. He wondered how close to death, Dean got during the time he was in Stanford.

Dean walked out the bathroom and walked past Sam. Sam without thinking, reached for a belt loop, but Dean kept walking and got into his bed. Sam swallowed. Dean's sleeppants didn't have belt loops. Sam sat there, feeling lost and not knowing why.

Dean said, "Sam, when you're done in the bathroom, turn off the light".

Sam glanced at Dean, who was under the covers, on his back, facing the door, and said, "Okay".

Sam grabbed his own toiletry bag, and sleep clothes, got off the bed and went into the bathroom.

He came out of the bathroom and walked to his bed. Dean was still on his back, his head turned towards Sam's bed. Sam turned off the light and got into his bed.

Sam closed his eyes and saw Dean hanging there, the wendigo chewing on his shoulder.

Sam sat up and covered his mouth to stop the scream that wanted to come out. He looked over at Dean and slowly got out of the bed.

Sam went over to Dean's bed and stood there, unsure what to do. When they were younger it was so easy to just crawl into Dean's bed and feel safe after a bad dream. But after a three year separation, Sam couldn't assume that Dean would allow it.

Sam stood there, frozen.

But, even after a three year separation, Dean's big brother radar was still on duty, Dean opened up his eyes and saw a little brother in crisis, "Sammy, why aren't you in bed?"

Sam just looked at Dean, afraid that anything he said would lead to him sounding like he was five.

Dean shook his head and pulled back the covers, "Get in."

Sam got into the the bed, put his head against Dean's chest. Dean winced.

Sam picked his head up and whispered, "Sorry."

Dean nodded, "It's okay." He gently pulled Sam to him. Sam carefully laid his head back on Dean's chest and wrapped his arms around Dean,. Dean rubbed Sam's back with his left hand.

Sam listened to Dean's heart beating and smiled. NOW he felt safe. Sam fell asleep.

Sam wakes up. His cellphone is ringing.

Sam reaches for it with his left hand as his right hand reaches to refresh the locator screen.

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Hastings, Nebraska

Smiling, Sam speaks into the phone, "Dean".

Dean laughs, "Hi, Sammy, I was wondering where you were."

Still smiling, Sam says, "I guess I fell asleep."

Dean laughs, "You got a lot of sleep to catch up on. I'm in Hastings, be back at the bunker in an hour or so."

Sam says, "I'll have dinner waiting for you."

Dean says, "Awesome. Bye Sammy."

Sam answers, "Bye Dean," and they both end the call.

Sam puts the phone back in its spot on the table, between Dean's note and the laptop.

Sam looks at the time. 5:02 pm.

Sam gets up. He grabs a jar of spaghetti sauce from the cabinet and empties it into a pot. He puts the pot on the stove and puts a small light underneath it. He grabs another pot and fills it with water. He puts that pot on the stove with a small light also.

Sam gets a spoon from the drawer and stirs the sauce. He places the spoon in between the two burners.

Sam stands there. He looks over at the laptop and sees the red dot. Sam relaxes. Dean will be home soon.

Sam smiles as a memory pops into his head.

Four year old Sammy sat, where he always sat at this time of the day, on the sofa, watching the door to the apartment. Dad was at the table writing in his journal. Sammy looked at the clock on the end table. Dean had taught him, that when the big hand and the little hand were both on the '3', that was the time Dean came home from school. Right now, the big hand was on the '2'.

Sammy glared at the big hand, hoping to make it move faster. Sammy glanced at Dad, but Dad had eyes only for his journal.

Sighing, Sammy looked at the clock again. The big hand was now on the '3' and if by magic, the door opened up.

Dean stepped into the apartment.

With a squeal, Sammy flew off the sofa and ran to his big brother. Dean grabbed him, span him around a couple of times and then pulled Sammy close to him. Sammy buried his face in Dean's neck and held Dean tight.

Sammy had only one thought in mind.

Dean was home.

Sam smiles as he thinks of his younger self, all giddy over Dean's arrival.

Sam is definitely NOT going to get giddy when Dean (finally) returns to the bunker.

Sam, after all, is a grown man. He may give Dean a wave and a 'Hi, Dean', but that is it. Dean does NOT need to know that Sam has been in the kitchen all day, relying on a red dot to keep track of Dean. Nope, Sam is a grown man, NOT a four year old boy, that needs his big brother nearby. Dean does NOT need to know how much Sam missed him. No, because Sam is a grown man. He can survive a day without Dean. Sam is NOT going to let Dean know how close he was to getting a car and chasing after him. Because, Sam is a grown man. Dean does NOT need to know that Sam sat thinking that the world would love to take away his big brother AGAIN.

Because Sam is a...

Sam stops thinking, when he hears familiar footsteps coming down the hallway.

Sam turns away from the stove and sees DEAN standing by the doorway. He looks tired, but he smiles and says, "Hey, Sammy."

Sam may or may not have squealed, but his four year old self, would have smiled knowingly, at how fast Sam went from standing in front of the stove LOOKING at Dean, to standing in the hallway, HOLDING Dean.

Sam's arms are wrapped tight around his brother and both hands are grabbing Dean's shirt. His head is resting on Dean's shoulder and he has only one thought in mind.

Dean is home.

Dean holds Sam and rubs Sam's back with his right hand.

After a while, Dean tries to pull away, but Sam holds him tight and mutters into Dean's neck, "Not yet".

Dean chuckles and rubs Sam's back.

Sam's grip on Dean loosens, and Dean pulls away. He smiles up at his little brother, "You ok, Sammy?"

Sam, forgetting that he is a GROWN MAN, nods, "I am NOW."

Dean smiles, "Good, I have time for a quick shower?"

Sam nods, "The spaghetti needs to cook."

Dean smiles, "Awesome." He walks towards the bathroom.

Sam, not ready to let Dean out of his sight, says the first thing that comes to mind, "I'm not sleeping in MY bed, tonight."

Dean laughs as he turns back to Sam, "Not a problem, Sammy. Give me ten minutes, OK?"

Sam nods.

Dean looks at him, and gently says, "Sammy, dinner."

Sam swallows and nods. Dean smiles and walks into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind him.

Sam fights the urge to run to the door and walks into the kitchen. He gets a box of spaghetti from the cabinet and empties it into the boiling water. Sam stirs the sauce.

He gets a long pronged fork out of the drawer to stir the spaghetti. He puts the fork down in the center of the stove.

He makes sure that the spoon and fork are not touching.

Sam stays by the stove. He occasionally stirs the sauce and the spaghetti.

He hears Dean walk into the kitchen and relaxes. He looks up and sees Dean looking at the laptop screen.

Dean smiles at Sam, "Were you stalking me, Sam?"

Sam doesn't say anthing as he watches Dean close the site and shut down the laptop. He watches as Dean closes up the laptop and moves it to the end of the table. Dean picks up Sam's cellphone and his note. He puts both on top of the laptop.

Sam looks at the pile and starts to tense up, but he watches Dean walk to the fridge and take out two beers. Sam smiles.

Dean is home.

Dean smiles at Sam, and walks back to the table. He puts the beers down. He sets the table.

Sam checks the spaghetti, and smiles. It is time to eat. He plates up the spaghetti and brings the plates to the table.

Sam sits down and smiles across the table at Dean.

Dean smiles, "Smells great, Sam." He starts eating. Sam starts eating.

Sam relaxes as he watches Dean eat. He mentally scolds himself for being worried about Dean.

Sam smiles as he looks down at his plate and continues to eat.

Dean is home.

Three words that always made him relax. No matter how old Sam was, no matter what city they were in, no matter how big or small the motel room was.

Dean (his big brother) is (verb) home (place they were currently in).

Sam stops eating, when he realizes something. It wasn't the place that was home, it was DEAN that was home.

Sam realizes THAT is why he never fit in at Stanford, even with Jess, who he loved.

THAT is why when he was with Amelia, he never felt comfortable, he wanted to know what had really happened to Dean, and yet was afraid to find out.

THAT is why the bunker feels like home, not because of the bunker itself, BUT because DEAN is here with Sam.

Dean IS home.

Sam smiles, he has solved the mystery of his clinginess. After losing Dean all those times, he needs to have 'his home' close for a while, just to feel safe once again.

Sam looks up, ready to share this with Dean. He is even looking forward to Dean's protest at 'chick flick moments'.

Dean isn't there. His plate and beer bottle are gone, as well.

Sam feels the familiar panic start in his stomach, the spaghetti threatening to make an appearance.

Sam sits there, unable to think beyond 'Dean isn't there', when he feels a hand at the back of his neck, squeezing gently.

Dean says in a gentle voice, "Sammy, what happened? Relax, man."

Sam looks up, Dean is standing at his side, plate and bottle in his right hand, his left hand, gently rubbing Sam's neck.

Sam gives him a weak smile, and whispers, "I'm ok."

Dean laughs, "Bullshit." He lets go of Sam and walks to the garbage to get rid of the empty bottle, then he walks over to the sink and puts the water on.

Sam says in a calmer voice, "I'll do the dishes."

Dean looks over at Sam, "You sure? You cook, I clean."

Sam nods, "Sure. You must be tired, go watch tv and I'll take care of the dishes."

Dean shrugs and turns off the water, "Ok, Sam."

Dean walks out of the kitchen.

Sam takes a deep breath. He finishes his dinner and gets up to wash the dishes.

After the dishes are done, Sam walks out of the kitchen.

He walks down the hall to the tv room. He is disppointed to see Dean sitting in an armchair instead of on the sofa. Dean is fast asleep. Sam sits down in an armchair, by the door, and looks at the tv. Some car restoration show is on.

Sam looks at Dean. Dean has his head against the right wing of the chair. He is softly snoring. Sam smiles, his big brother looks so peaceful.

Sam takes a deep breath. He should have told Dean yesterday that he wanted to go with him to take care of Crowley. They could have taken turns driving, instead of Dean driving there and back by himself.

Sam kicks himself mentailly for not even asking if Dean had any trouble with Crowley. Sam looks over at Dean, looking for any new bruises or cuts, but he doesn't see any.

Sam is disgusted with himself for not paying any attention to Dean during dinner, so wrapped up in his own thoughts, that he didn't even realize when Dean got up from the table.

Sam looks at Dean, he looks uncomfortable in the chair.

Sam takes a deep breath and says, "Dean".

Dean opens his eyes slowly and looks at Sam. He says in a sleepy voice, "Here, Sammy", as he holds out the tv remote to Sam.

Sam smiles, "Go to bed, Dean."

Dean nods and gets up. He hands the remote to Sam, who throws it on the sofa. Dean walks out of the room.

Sam watches Dean walk down the hall to his bedroom. A few minutes later, Dean, in his sleep clothes walks across the hall to the bathroom.

Sam gets up and runs into his room to change into his own sleep clothes.

He waits until Dean comes out of the bathroom and goes into his room. Sam runs into the bathroom to prepare for bed.

Sam comes out and walks to Dean's bedroom.

Dean is laying on his back, fast asleep.

Sam smiles when he sees the bedsheets on the left of the bed off to the side, waiting for him. Sam walks to the left side of the bed, turns off the light and lays against Dean's side. He reaches for the sheets, but Dean has already pulled them over Sam and himself.

Dean rests his left hand on Sam's back. Sam listens to Dean's heart beating.

Dean whispers, "Night, Sammy."

Sam says, "Good night, Dean."

They fall asleep minutes later.

TBC

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A/N3: JFC. I typed 'Hello Everybody' the beginning of November. YES, November. And here it is mid-January. I would type a scene or two and then stop. Two weeks later, another scene or two, then stop. Rinse and repeat. Then there were weeks when I didn't even bother. But now it is done. thank Chuck.

A/N4: Thank Chuck for Google, I wanted to make this chapter as realistic as possible. We all know that the Impala seems to go from state to state in a matter of minutes. I wanted some realism with Dean's trip to the church and back to the bunker. With Google, I got places in between and driving time. \o/

A/N5: I also wanted to show Sam's dependence on Dean, and his OCD, which we saw in Mystery Spot and that I showed a little of in The Trickster Gets His Just Desserts.

A/N6: I also wanted to include some of my head canons. I love flashbacks. Hope you do too. :D

A/N7: A word about season 9. Obviously this is AU. Kevin is still alive, and he will stay alive. Crowley is dead. Castiel is walking to the bunker, and I promise that next chapter he will finally show up. LOL There will be no Ezekiel or Gadreel, or any other angels. I have plans for Metatron, which are completely different than what he is doing in the show. All my Sammy needed to get better, was some sleep and some TLC from big brother.

A/N8: I hope to get the next chapter out soon, but I am not making any promises, that i won't be able to keep.

A/N9: Hope you all liked this chapter and that it worked on paper, as I envisioned it in my head.

Deanna saying good night and as always, thank you for reading my stories. XOXOXO