Okay, so the votes are in and you guys wanted a hurt!Sammy story! So here it is! Basically Sam gets some news that explains to him why he never exactly fit in with his family and he doesn't handle it so well. At first there will be a lot of emotionally hurt Sam but as the story goes on there will be some physical! I have this whole thing planned out and there will be tons of surprises so give this story a try and don't give up until you've read the first few chapters! Oh yeah, I will also write an evil!Sam fic too. I have a basic beginning and end planned for that story but not a middle. I know I said I wouldn't post this until I was done with one of my other stories but I couldn't help it and had to post! Don't worry, all stories will get updated and finished, I promise! SO anyway, please let me know what you think! I really appreciate it and if I get enough reviews I'll update soon!! Thanks so much to all of my readers!!


"I can't believe we have to go back to Lawrence again. I already broke my promise once that I'm never going back there and here I am breaking it again." Dean sighed as he turned the music in the Impala up louder.

"I think it's going to be cool to return to the exact place where we were born. When we are in the hospital maybe we can take a peek at our birth records?" Sam suggested

"What in the world is so cool about looking at our birth records?? I mean, we obviously already know we're alive so I don't see the point. We don't need proof." Dean rolled his eyes

"I don't know Dean. It's just…I don't ever remember anything about this city…so maybe I just want to see proof that I did live here once."

"Okay, you can do whatever you want later. But first we have to concentrate on why we are here." Dean told him

"Right." Sam said and then went on to repeat their case "There is a steadily increasing amount of patients coming in and going into a coma and the doctors can not find anything physically wrong with them. This happened fifty years ago and then suddenly, after ten patients coming in with a coma, they all died at the exact same time."

"I've been thinkin' about it and maybe it's an angry spirit?" Dean told his brother

"But it wouldn't make sense. From what I could tell there was no link between the patients. They weren't related and they came in all different ages and backgrounds. It just doesn't make sense." It was clear that Sam was getting extremely frustrated and Dean was glad that they were now pulling into the hospital.

"Hey, don't stress about it Sammy. We'll find out what it is and kill it. We always do." He smiled as he got out of the car.

Sam sighed and also got out, following his brother to the hospital entrance.

They walked up to the receptionist at the desk and explained that they were health professionals looking into the matter of the coma patients. They then met with the doctor of the patients and talked with him.

The doctor was not much help, just stating that the patients were all found in a coma in the morning in bed. It seemed as if they just drifted into a coma in their sleep. What did worry the brothers was that an eighth patient was just admitted today. They feared that if the count got up to ten, all the patients would die like they did fifty years ago.

Sam could tell Dean didn't feel to well halfway through talking to the doctor. He was grimacing and holding his stomach. Sam told him not to eat two Big Macs and fries for breakfast. That was just disgusting.

"I gotta go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." Dean said suddenly and practically sprinted to the bathroom. Sam just laughed and knew Dean wouldn't be back anytime soon.

"So..." The doctor said, trying to make small conversation until Dean came back. "Are you familiar to the area?"

"Well, we were actually born here, but didn't grow up here. It's weird being back. We were actually born in this hospital." They decided to use their actual names in the case. The doctor seemed like a friendly old man and they didn't think he'd look them up to see if they were fakes.

"You don't say." The doctor told him with a smile on his face.

"Yea, we moved when I was only six months old. Hey, do you think I could see a birth record now that I'm finally here. I think my dad lost our birth certificates a long time ago."

"Well that's never a good thing to lose your birth certificate." The doctor told him "But sure, you can take a look. I'll find it for you. I just need to see a form of identification."

Sam fumbled through is wallet in search of his actual driver's license and handed it to the doctor. He led Sam to a room full of cabinets and searched through the drawer. His face suddenly went into a frown as he pulled out a sheet of paper.

He slowly turned towards Sam with an unreadable expression on his face. "I don't know how to tell you this kid. But Sam Winchester is dead. He had failing lungs and died soon after childbirth."

"What?! That can not be right! I am Sam Winchester!" Sam cried and ripped the paper out of the doctor's hands, only to find what he said was correct.

The doctor pulled out another sheet. "Your brother's is fine. Take a look."

Sam grabbed Dean's birth records and saw that everything went smoothly when he was born. He never died.

But Sam somehow did.

"I'll call up the doctor that delivered you. He was very young at the time and is still working here. Maybe he can explain this."

The doctor called up his colleague and luckily he was on a break. He came down and met them in a matter of minutes.

The man could be no older than fifty and he looked at Sam with total confusion.

"You're not him." He simply stated.

"What do you mean? You're saying I'm not myself?! That doesn't make any sense!" Sam was beyond panicky now.

"I remember this birth very clearly. It was during my first week here, I'll never forget it. Only the third baby I delivered and the first to die. Sam Winchester was not breathing; barley alive and we couldn't save him. His parents were devastated. Said they didn't know what to tell their son. They buried the baby in their own backyard while their son was being watched by a friend at his house. They said they didn't want a funeral, it was too hard." He explained

He glanced up at Sam to see his mouth agape and he continued on.

"I heard from them a few days later. They found a baby on their doorstep. The baby was only about a week old. They couldn't find any parents and they didn't want to leave the baby so they ended up adopting him and naming him after their son that died. The baby had brown hair and hazel eyes unlike the blonde hair and green eyes on their baby. That baby that was on the front porch is you. You were adopted."

Sam's head was spinning so fast he started to feel nauseous. So he really wasn't his parent's child?? He really wasn't Dean's brother?? His real parents just carelessly dropped him off at some house?? How could his father not tell him this??

And worst of all, Dean obviously didn't know either. How would Dean feel if he knew that Sam-if he could even call himself that anymore-took his real brother's place. That Sam wasn't his actual brother. He would probably hate him, knowing that his real brother died and his parents thought Sam could just take his place. He even took his real brother's name. He wasn't even Sam Winchester. The real Sam Winchester was dead and buried. Oh god, Dean would hate him, taking his brother's place like that.

He had to get away, there's no way Dean would want him around now. He wasn't his brother, just some random guy that he was forced to grow up with. No reason of wanting him around anymore.

"I have to go." Sam said and took off, out of the room, out of the hospital. To where, he didn't know, all he knew was that Dean wouldn't want him in his life anymore.


Dean walked out of the bathroom after about twenty minutes of throwing up in the toilet. Man, he was not feeling good at all right now. He figured he'd just get Sam and leave, they weren't finding out anything useful anyway.

He walked back to the doctor's office only to find him and Sam no present. Confused, he simply waited for them to come back. He didn't have to wait long before the doctor came rushing in-but without Sam.

"Where's my brother??" Dean demanded

"You won't believe this." The doctor told him and shook his head. A second doctor came in and together they both told Dean the same story they told Sam.

Dean didn't believe it at first, he screamed and threw things. But eventually there was just too much evidence to ignore. Maybe that's why Sam didn't look much like any member of their family. Maybe that's why dad was so distant towards Sam.

"Where'd he go?" Dean simply said after he was convinced

"We don't know. He just took off saying he had to go." The second doctor told him

Dean didn't say anything else, just ran out of the building.

He saw that Sam didn't take his car, so he hopped in and started the search for his brother.