Chapter four

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Dean had arrived back at his house and walked into the house to find that his parents were completely relieved to see that their son was alive and well. Though, Dean could see the pissed-off expression on their faces since he did just walk out of the house and also worry them.

"Where have you been?!" John exclaimed. "You've been gone most of the day Dean!" Dean didn't say anything for a few seconds trying to think of how to ask his own questions.

"Dean answer your father," Mary almost barked.

"I got attacked by Sam wearing a white mask," Dean answered even though he knew they wouldn't believe him. "She had a knife and she tried to kill me,"

"This again?!" John barked. "Dean, this is starting to become ridiculous, what you claim to see in that forest is a figment of your imagination," he continued. "You are seventeen years old, act like it!"

"I am not crazy and I'm not making this up, now answer the question I'm about to ask!" Dean screamed. "Why didn't you tell me Sam was adopted?" John and Mary remained silent, while they were mad at Dean for talking to them like that they still knew that he was bound to find out one way or the other.

"I don't know how you found that out, but we didn't tell you she was adopted," Mary explained. "Because we knew how excited you were to have a younger sister, the doctor told us that we wouldn't be able to have any more children, so we adopted Sam as an infant,"

"We wanted to tell you but we didn't want to make you upset," John responded. "Sam's mother died at childbirth and her father was sent to jail, we made the decision to adopt her and give her a new life,"

"Are you saying that Sammy was abandoned?" Dean asked. "And I would have been less upset if you would have told us both when she was still here," Dean honestly wanted to cry, but he refused to do it in front of his parents. Dean didn't let his parents continue as he walked to his room, he slammed the door shut and walked over to his computer. If indeed he could kill Slenderman and save his sister then that's what he was going to do. A few hours had passed and his parents had said they were going out for the evening leaving Dean alone, he was in the middle of doing research on Slenderman when he found himself dozing off, however, that was replaced with the feeling of being watched. Dean looked out the window and swore he saw a man watching him. Dean stumbled back, nearly falling over in his chair as he blinked rapidly thinking that he was imagining things.

"What the hell?" Dean said in surprise. The man eventually disappeared from view and Dean figured he was just seeing things so he went back to doing research. He heard a voice whispering to him, telling him that he should come outside and play. Dean tried to tune out the voice but it was like an earworm in his head.

"I know you can hear me," the voice said.

"You aren't here, you can't be," Dean responded, covering his ears. "Leave me alone,"

"I know you want your sister back," it said. "I can show you where she is, all you need to do is come out, I know what you have found,"

"You faceless son of a bitch!" Dean screamed. "My sister isn't meant to be your puppet, I would rather kill you than play with you!"

"If you attempt to kill me you will never succeed! Nothing, not even a measly gun can kill me," Slenderman exclaimed. "Your sister is mine! Just as you will be too Winchester!"

"You listen to me you soulless dick bag, I don't care how long it takes but I'm going to find you, and I'm going to kill you slowly and painfully," Dean promised.

"Then good luck trying to get the rest of those papers," Slenderman said with an evil laugh and cut the connection between him and Dean. However, that wasn't going to be the last Dean had heard of him. One way or the other he would have the older Winchester, even if it meant hurting his little sister. "You can't hide from me forever Dean.." Slendy said to himself.

"If I could I would rip the man's spine out," Dean commented as he turned away from his computer, and stared at his sister's locket. He had managed to save it after getting attacked and he recalled the day he had gotten this for his sister. It was Samantha's fifth birthday and she took great pleasure in trying to ride on her older brother's back.

"Sammy, what are you doing?" He asked while laughing.

"I want to ride on you," Sam answered. Dean helped her stay on his back and she giggled. "Yay giddy-up De!" she stayed on his back as they walked through the store. Their parents said that they could both pick something out for Sam's birthday. The five-year-old quickly spotted a teddy bear wearing a small locket. Dean snapped out of his thoughts as he focused on what he was looking at. On the computer he saw that there was a way to make Slenderman weaker, Dean had to collect eight pages. He glanced over at the piece of paper he had on his desk and wondered how sheets of paper could easily weaken Slenderman. It wasn't like they were important. Not to mention, how was he going to kill Slenderman once he got weaker? Suddenly a thought occurred to him. There was one gun that could help, it was the colt, a weapon that was forged by Samuel Colt the bullets could kill anything.

"Looks like I'm going to pay someone a visit," Dean said to himself and grabbed his phone to call Bobby. After a couple of rings, Bobby picked up the phone. "Bobby, hey! I need your help," he continued. "Yeah I know you're busy, but I was wondering if you still have the colt, great! I'll be on my way over," Dean hung up and placed his phone in his back pocket. "You think I'm scared of you, Slenderman? You will regret ever messing with my sister,"

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