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Caged	By : Lily1186 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11418 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything Supernatural related. But if I did I can guarantee that my world would be a far more fulfilling place.

Pairings: Sam/Dean, yep Wincest. If you don�t like it, then don�t read it. You know the drill.
Summary: Dean tries to adjust to life without Sam and Sam tries to track down Dean.
Author�s Note: I am so, so, so sorry that this is so late! I have no new excuses, just the same old ones. Not much consolation I know, but here I am, with a new computer mind you, and ready to continue. I hope this chapter isn�t too terrible. And please don�t forget to review, even if it�s just to yell at me. Alright, here we go�

The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions
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It was raining again. Hell, it hadn�t really stopped raining for the past three days but who was Dean to complain. It managed to fit his mood nicely while still reminding him why he felt the way he did in the first place.
Of course it didn�t help any that the rain also brought memories of Sam and him playing outside in the spring when they were younger. Running, laughing and trying to pretend that they wouldn�t be leaving again in two days time for some other God forsaken house in the middle of nowhere. So they would run instead of thinking about it. They would run through small puddles and puddles that were the size of lakes, and continue running until they collapsed on the ground as far away from their current residence as possible. Then Dean would proceed to shelter Sam with his jacket even though Sam was already soaked down to his bones. And Dean could still remember how Sam would just smile and lean in a little closer trying to share some of the heat that Dean always seemed to emanate even when it was 10 below outside.
Dean sighed as his memory faded and he adjusted himself in the seat of the too small pick-up truck. The radio was buzzing with noncommittal static and the man who had offered him a ride hadn�t spoken a word beyond �Where are you headed?� since he had first stopped to pick him up. But that was just fine with Dean since he didn�t really feel like talking much at the moment either. Talking always led to questions he wouldn�t answer and strange looks that asked �what�s a pretty boy like you doing on a road like this.�
So instead Dean sat back and allowed his mind to wander for a moment to what Sam might be doing. Then he shook his head and stared out the window again telling himself quietly that he had done the right thing�at least for one of them.
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Sam had sat down beside that damn car for almost two days before one of the motel guests had gotten too nosy and started asking him if he was alright. So instead of waiting for someone to call the cops on him he just picked himself up and locked himself inside his room staring blankly at the back of the door before steadying himself and turning around.
As Sam�s eyes took in the empty room scattered with the remains of two days ago he grew angry. Angry at Dean for leaving him behind, angry at their father for taking Dean away from him, and angry at Jonas for mentioning the fucking poltergeist in the first place. So Sam did the only thing he could think of that wouldn�t result in a slow painful death for the aforementioned people, he dug through his duffel bag in search of his cell phone.
He didn�t even have to think as his hands ran smoothly over the numbers. His brain already knew what he had planned anyways and coherent thought wasn�t needed to make it happen.
Sam only had to wait three rings before a tired voice came through the other end of the line. �Hello? Who��
Sam didn�t even wait for him to finish. �Where is he going?�
The man on the other end was silent for all of a minute before his voice came back as clear as a bell. �Sam.� It wasn�t a question.
�Where the hell did Dad send him Jonas.� Sam was tired of pleasantries and he had more important things to worry about then upsetting one of his Dad�s oldest friends.
�I�m sorry Sam but I can�t tell you that.� That just made Sam angrier.
�Look Jonas, I don�t give a fuck what Dad told you but if you don�t tell me where the hell my brother is I am going to come up there and torture your ass until you come up with a better response!�
By the time Sam was finished his voice had risen to the level of a raging storm and his fist had found its way through the wall. Fortunately for him his adrenaline was coursing so heavy that he barely felt the pain�for the moment anyways.
Jonas meanwhile was back to giving him the silent treatment. And when he still hadn�t responded after another few minutes Sam almost started swearing again. Instead his voice settled for a chilly, almost emotionless, tone. �I swear to God I�ll do it Jonas. I�d do just about anything right now. Don�t get in my way.�
That was when Sam heard the soft sigh and the ruffling of papers. �It wasn�t your Dad Sam.�
Sam was confused for a moment. �What do you mean?� His hand had started to throb but he wasn�t going to do anything about it until he got some real answers.
�It wasn�t your Dad that told me not to tell you Sam. It was Dean. He called me two days ago and said that you would call. Made me promise not to tell you where he was going.� Jonas paused for a moment as he heard what sounded like a choked sound coming from the other end of the phone. �Maybe�� He thought hard about what he was going to say next. Thought about everything that Sam had been through, everything that Dean had been through. Everything that they still had to go through. What if he could save one of them from that? Maybe Dean had been right about letting Sam go back to college� �Maybe you should just let him go Sam.� There he had said it. Now all he had to do was wait.
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Dean stepped out of the truck and waved the guy off with a gruff �Thanks� before heading for the nearest diner. He hadn�t eaten in damn near close to two days and his stomach was starting to protest violently. Unfortunately the only thing open at the moment was a mini-mart so he headed for that.
After he had picked up a few bags of chips and a soda he headed to the run-down motel nearby and booked himself a room. The guy at the desk gave him a quick once over before pointing to a room a few doors over and going back to his magazine and Cheetos.
Dean slid the key into the lock and twisted the handle only to be greeted with the same sight he had seen a thousand other times. But somehow, it was different this time. Colder. No one bumped into his shoulder on the way to claim the bed by the wall, no one ragged on him when he pulled the knife out and placed it under his pillow. No one told him that he was being paranoid and then asked if he was hungry. No one at all. Just a couple of empty beds and a whole lot of silence.
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�You don�t have any right.� Sam�s choked, angry, voice came over the line and Jonas� heart clenched in regret. But it was for the best that he had told Sam that, wasn�t it?
�Sam��
�Do you have any idea�� Sam stopped for a moment and collected himself. �Do you have any idea what we�ve been through together?�
Jonas wasn�t sure exactly what Sam was getting at but he answered as honestly as he could. �Yeah Sam, you�re Dad has told me about the monsters you guys have faced.� Sam�s laugh, when it came, was harsh and grating. It had the hairs on the back of Jonas� neck standing on end.
�You don�t know anything. We�ve been through hell and back and you can�t have any idea what that has been like. I�ve watched my brother almost die right in front of my eyes twice. So don�t tell me that you know what we�ve faced because you don�t! You don�t know about the scars or the pain or the look that Dean gets when he�s starting to give up. You don�t know about the emptiness inside him because all you care about is finding that damn Demon and getting your revenge! But what about us!� Jonas� mouth fell open and it took him a moment to realize that Sam wasn�t talking about him anymore. He was yelling what he had always wanted to yell at his father. And it was only then that Jonas finally started to understand. That it finally dawned upon him how badly John had fucked everything up over the years. And the man couldn�t even see it, wouldn�t see it. That the only thing holding this family together was the love that these two had for each other.
Sam�s quiet voice broke through his dark thoughts and Jonas listened attentively. �What about us? Who�s going to catch him when he falls? Huh? What�s going to happen if I�m not there to save him?�
Jonas took a deep breath as the pressure in his chest increased to near pain. So much despair in such a lost voice. But that was what made up his mind for good. To hell with Dean�s macho pride and screwed up thought processes, and to hell with John�s fucked up way of dealing with his sons. To hell with all of it.
�Maine Sam. He�s headed to Maine.� He was met with a dial tone and a sense of relief. If Dean and John wouldn�t fix this then someone damn well had too. And if he helped Sam to recover one of the things that he had lost then who was he to stand in the way.
Fuck it, he was too old for this shit.
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Author�s Note: I am so sorry for taking so long and giving you such a short update but I felt like I had to get this out there. I promise to deliver more soon. Sorry again!
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