~*****~

"Before Dad died he-- he told me something." Dean continued. "Something about you."

Sam remained silent as I cast a glance to the younger brother. His posture was tense, and nervous. "What?" Sam asked.

"Dean, what did he tell you?" I pushed.

Dean remained silent, his gaze shifting from Sam to everything else. "He said that he.... wanted me to watch out for you.... Take care of you."

"He told you that a million times, Dean." Sam pushed.

"This time it was different." I swallowed thickly at that tortured expression Dean held. "He said that I had to.... save you."

"Save me from what?" Sam asked.

"He just said that I had to save you." Dean repeated. "And nothing else matter and that if I couldn't, I'd...." We waited patiently for him to continue.

"You'd what, Dean?" Sam asked urgently.

Dean remained silent for another moment. "I'd have to kill you." He revealed. Sam's face twisted in confusion.  "He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy." My stomach dropped as I covered my lips with my fingers.

"Kill me?" Sam echoed as if Dean were crazy. Hell, I was staring at him like he were crazy. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know," Dean admitted softly as his gaze cast to the ground.

"I mean, he must've had some kind of reason for saying it, right?" Sam asked hurriedly. I sighed heavily and drank the rest of my beer before palming my forehead. "Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go dark side or something?!" Sam shouted. "What else did he say, Dean?!"

"Nothin, that's it, I swear." Dean answered calmly.

"How could you not have told me this, Dean?!" Sam shouted again, his anger radiating off of his posture.

"Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to-"

"Who cares?!" Sam screamed. "Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!"

"You think I wanted this? Huh?" Dean retorted angrily. "Huh? I wish to god he never opened his mouth! Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day!" I scooted to the side, feeling powerless to stop this fight.

"Guys... Lets just take a breather, all right? We've all had a long day." I started meekly as Sam turned on his heel to face away from his brother. "We just have to figure out what all this means, and what the hell is going on." I suggested softly.

"We do?" Dean answered plainly. "I've been thinking about this. I think we should just lay low. You know. At least for a while-- It would be safer." Sam swung his gaze back to his brother in shock. "That way, I could make sure..." Dean trailed off.

"What?" Sam asked. A grin slipped onto his features, but it wasn't out of amusement- no, this grin suggested such anger and disappointment. "That I don't turn evil?" He jeered angrily. "That I don't turn into some kind of killer?"

"Sam, come on-"

"Jeez, if you're not careful, you will have to waste me one day, Dean." Sam growled.

"I never said that!" Dean bellowed. "Damn it, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control. All right, you're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore!" I gazed down at my intertwined fingers. I didn't know what I could do but just watch. "And you're pissed at me, and I get it. That's fine, I deserve it! But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?"

"Forget it." Sam seethed.

"Sammy..." I pleaded. He cast an angry glare at me, and I stopped myself for a second.

Dean slapped on his arm. "Please, Sam." Dean pleaded. "Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here. Please, please."

Sam reminded silent for a moment before giving him a soft nod. I let out that breath I didn't know I had been holding and leaned against the wood fence.

~*****~

We found a motel later that night, and settled in. I was just barely dozing off when I hear movement in the room, and the door opening and closing as quietly as possible. Sam was not in his bed. I got up and left the room. "Sam?" I called out softly. He stopped in his tracks, and slowly turned his head to gaze at me.

"Don't try to stop me." Sam whispered as I approached him.

"Sam-"

"Lottie, please, I'm begging you. Just let me go." Sam urged.

"Sam... I- I just can't keep something like this from Dean, you know I can't." I pleaded as I swung around in front of him.

"Lottie- I'm asking you as my friend. As family- Just keep your mouth shut." Sam snapped.

"Samuel Winchester, You're an ass!" I snapped angrily as I shoved at him. "Don't put me in this position!"

"Just stop, Lottie! Go back inside, and leave me alone!" I huffed angrily and shoved past him, and back to the room. I stopped as I got to the door, and stared back down the sidewalk as Sam disappeared around the corner. I sniffled angrily and stepped back into the room. Dean's snores echoed through my head, and I just gazed sadly at his sleeping figure before easing myself into the bed, and curling against his chest as the tears started oozing out.

~*****~

I awoke the next day bright and early. Dean was on the phone by them, urgently asking whoever was on the phone if they had seen Sam. I grimaced as I stared at him, and got up to get dressed. I hated that Sam put me in this situation. I hate that I couldn't stop him. "Lottie- Get ahold of Ellen and ask her if she's seen Sam." Dean ordered softly. I nodded gently and pulled out my cell.

The line rang for a few seconds until the phone was answered. "Roadhouse- Ellen speaking." That gruff voice called out. I smiled to myself for a second.

"Ellen, hey- It's Lottie. Listen, I need your help." I say gently as I leave the motel room.

"Hey sweetheart. It's good to hear from you." She says in that motherly tone I've come to adore. "What do you need?"

"Sam's missing, and we don't know where. Have you seen him?"

"No ma'am, I haven't." Ellen admitted.

"If he comes around, could you give either Dean or I a call?"

"I can do that- but Lottie; what's eatin' ya?" I inhale softly as I gaze over my shoulder. Dean's still on the phone in the motel room.

"I, uh.... It's nothin'. Just worried." I lie smoothly.

Ellen hummed in disbelief before sighing. "Alright, well, if I see him, I'll let y'all know."

"Thank you, Ellen. I appreciate it."

"Anything?" I hear Dean ask as I hang the phone up.

I shook my head after a moment. "No, Ellen says she hadn't seen him." I admit softly. My gut twisted slowly as I slowly dug my own grave. One more secret I'd be keeping from Dean.

"Hey," Dean cooed softly and wrapped his arm around my waist to tug me to his chest. "Listen, after everything that's been going on, I feel like I owe you more than an apology." Dean admitted softly. "Going through the miscarriage alone, dealing with my tantrums."

"Dean, I-" I start, but he just kisses me softly.

"Lottie, I'm serious. Once we find Sam and beat his ass- I'm going to take you out to dinner. Somethin' fancy, all right?" He grinned like a young boy- so full of hope. I couldn't help but return that grin. A warm feeling settled into my belly after weeks of the cold. It felt.... Amazing. "Listen, we gotta hit the road, just in case someone has a location on Sammy. I'll grab your bag, you just go sit in the car and look pretty." Dean instructs with a soft pat to my butt.

"Okay, okay- Sheesh, you're bossy all of a sudden." I admit with a laugh.

~*****~

Night had fallen, and we were still on an open road. My cell began to ring. "Hello?" I hummed as I pressed speaker phone.

"Lottie?" Ellen's voice rings out.

"Hey, you heard from Sam?" Dean asks.

"I have," Ellen admits. "But, he made me promise not to tell you where he is." Ellen continues and I literally feel the rage sweep over Dean.

"C'mon, Ellen- Please!" Dean argued. "Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I'd look after that kid."

"Now, Dean, they say you can't protect your loved ones forever." Ellen retorted. "Well, I say screw that. What else is family for?" I chuckled at her response. "He's in Lafayette, Indiana." Ellen muttered.

"Thanks." Dean snipped and hung my phone up. "Think you could try Sam's phone again?" Dean asked.

I nodded reluctantly. I try Sam's number again, and the oh so familiar voicemail runs through. "It's no good, Dean, he won't take my calls." I mutter.

"Think you can work your mojo? You know- Have one of those crazy visions to tell us exactly where?" Dean suggests with a teasing smirk.

"No, Dean. First off, I don't even know how I'd begin to be able to do-" My voice cuts off with a gasp as the view of a motel shunts into my mind. Dean snaps his fingers slightly as I grasp onto the dash. "Blue Rose Motel." I retort angrily. "Oh my god, my head-" I moan as a splitting head ache erupts from behind my eyes. "Jesus- Turn off the damn radio!" I snap again as indistinct chatter flows through my ears.

"Lottie, it's off- Oh my god!" He swerves on the road for a moment as I my hands start to glow brightly.

The light cuts off immediately as I bury my face with in them, and silence pours over my head once again.

"What the hell was that?" Dean asks after a few minutes of silence.

"I don't- I don't know. But from now on- Don't ask me to do shit like this again." I moan and lean against the door.

~*****~

It was midday before we got to the Blue Rose Motel, and some of my nervous jitters had finally died down. "Which one you think Sammy's in?" Dean asked.

"I could go persuade the motel clerk. I can do that without a splitting head ache." I mention.

"Dude, why don't you do that when we go on food runs?" Dean asked as I spot Sam's frame in an open window. "I mean, most of the time, I don't even have the patience to deal with-" I grab his chin after a few fruitless attempts to tell him I see Sam, and turn his head. "Oh- Hey, Lottie, I found him. Oh, thank god, you're okay." He sighs. Sam moves to the side and a woman is in the room with him.

"Oh, he's better than okay." I snort. "Sam, you sly dog."

"Stay here." Dean mentions as he slips out of the Impala. Something catches his eye, and from the looks of his face, I don't like it. The windows to the room shattered, and I leapt out of the car.

"Sam!" I shout as I duck around to the door, and kick it down. "Over here!" I scream at him. Sam gives me a confused look before ushering the woman to move. Sam rolls over, and I peer out of the broken window cautiously. Dean is beating the shit out of some man before he gets hit with the rifle the man's holding. I turn back to the duo before ushering them out. "Stay down." I whisper softly.