An : I hope that you are enjoying this story. I'm trying to decide on whether there should be a sequel or not. Your opinion on this is welcomed.

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Chapter 6 It's Complicated

After breakfast, Bobby stood up from the table staring at his three guests.

"So who wants to start the explanations?" Bobby asked, after sitting through a silent breakfast.

"I'm sorry Uncle Bobby, I shouldn't have reacted that way. Especially when the person that I have been missing for most of my life was in the room." Dean apologized as he took a sip of his coffee.

John grinned at what Dean had just made known.

"I was talking about Sammy...my brother." Dean snapped as he watched John's grin fall, but Sam's face shone at the knowledge that Dean thought of him as a brother.

"I would like to hear your explanation too, dad. How did this happen?" Sam asked as he faced his father.

"Like I said last night, it's complicated." John answered.

"It's not that damned complicated, John. I just watched my mother burn up, and I ran outside with you in my arms. I guess that a traumatized four year old, was just to much for dear old dad. So he left me, dropped me like a sack of potatoes at the nearest psych ward." Dean stated in a bitter tone.

"It wasn't that simple, Dean. I couldn't give you the help that you needed, I was barely able to keep myself together enough to take care of Sam. You were catatonic, and I couldn't to watch my son go through that." John answered as he wiped tears away, that the memory had produced.

"How do you think I felt, John? I was Four. Years. Old! I needed my father and my baby brother. You deserted me, and forgot about me when you left me in that hell hole!" Dean snapped at his new found father, as he slammed his fist against the table.

"I never forgot about you, you were my son. I knew that you would be better off without me in your life." John said trying to justify his actions.

"You're right, I was better off with the 10 foster families, that they sent me to after you left me. I don't know which were best..the abuser's that beat me everyday or the child molester's? No, but don't worry you did the right thing John." Dean said as he looked away until he could put his mask in place.

"How did you know who we were?" Sam asked after he watched his brother get his emotions in check.

"I didn't read your mind, if that's what your asking...I remembered his face, I worshiped the man for four years, and made sure that I would never forget what he looked like." Dean said swallowing hard against the lump that had formed in his throat.

"Wait, you can read minds?" Sam asked in shock.

"Yeah, I read minds and feelings and I can also heal people. I'm 100% freak." Dean answered.

"Dean I know how..." John began but was brought to a stop.

"You know what exactly? Did you know that I suffered from P.S.T.D, even before I joined the marines?" Dean asked as the anger flashed in his eyes.

"No, but..." John began but was stopped by his oldest son again.

"Or did you know that, I went into the marines because I was given a choice between that or prison. Because I almost beat Bobby's brother to death and started a house fire...oh, did you know that I started the fire with my mind because I was, tired of being beat up every freaking day?" He asked refusing to look away from John.

"I'm sorry, I thought I was doing what was right for you." John repeated.

"Well congratulations, on a job well done, John." Dean said sarcastically .

"Listen to me, son?" John plead.

"I'm not your son. You lost the right to call me that, when you forgot about me." Dean told him in a calmer voice than he had used since the argument began.

"I was messed up, after I lost your mom. You wouldn't talk, hell you wouldn't even look at me. So I did what I thought was best." John said in a neutral tone.

"It wasn't my fault, John. All that I could see was that yellow eyed bastard burning my mother, on the damn ceiling. The mother that always told me that family, was family for better or worse." Dean said unable to keep the tears from falling.

"I thought that you would contact me, somehow when you were older. John explained in a consoling tone, as he locked Dean in the embrace that he had craved for years. I'm sorry, if I had known I would have came back for you, I swear." John added with a sniffle.

"I'm a little old for coddling, John. And I don't need a father. Not anymore anyway. I have taken care of myself, for all of these years...and I don't see any use in changing things now. But the damage is done, there's no reversing that." Dean said as he pulled away from John's embrace. I wish things could've been different, Sammy. Ya know, I never forgot about you." Dean said as he turned to leave.

"Wait a minute. Sam spoke forcing his brother to turn toward him. Why didn't you come find us?" Sam asked with tears in his eyes.

"Once enough people tell you that you aren't wanted, you start to believe them. Besides that, I was four years old dude...my first name was about all I remembered. And John left before anyone could get any more information from him." Dean said with a sad smile, as he grabbed his duffel bag and headed outside.

"Wait a minute, it's not too late for us to be brothers. For all of us to be a family." Sam said as he followed his brother out of the house.

"I'm sorry Sammy, but I've got to go see a man about a gun. Maybe when my jobs done, I can look you and John up." Dean said sadly.

The job is never going to be done. Sam thought to himself.

"One of these days it will be, Sammy. And I'm sorry about your girlfriend, but that's why I gotta do this." Dean said as he read his brother's mind.

"I understand that you don't want me around, and maybe I'll never get to be your father. But if you are doing what I think that you are doing, then you're gonna need some back up. So maybe you and Sam can get this job done together?" John compromised knowing how bad each brother wanted the other in his life.

"I don't know John, you didn't train me...or even know me for that matter, and now you are going to trust me with your son's life?" Dean said in a uncertain tone.

"Look Dean, you put me on my ass, when you were plastered, which most people can't do stone cold sober. And I know that you are my son and that's enough for me. Just do me a favor, and watch out for each other." John said hoping that this would not only help build a relationship between his sons but eventually one with him and Dean also.

"It's okay with me. What about you Sammy?" Dean asked casually, but inside he was praying that his baby brother would say yes.

"Sound great to me." Sam said giving his brother a huge grin.

"Then go grab your bags, we've got work to do." Dean said in return.

The end

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Thanks so much.

Luna