Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful Winchesters or any other characters you may recognize from the show. They belong to the genius that is Eric Kripke. The rest are figments of my imagination.

A/N: This story takes place after Simon Said, but before the season finale.

Sam and Dean were sitting in a rundown gin joint with a guy named Elliott Wilson. He was a psychic like Sam. Elliot was about six feet tall. He had curly dark hair. His eyes were brown and he had three-day-old stubble on his chin.

Elliott had spent the past two years trying to track down as many special kids as he could. He was still trying to come to terms with that hand that fate dealt. He had felt all alone until he started meeting others like him. He learned about the Winchesters after he met Andy Gallagher.

Dean wasn't so sure he liked his brother talking to a total stranger about his abilities, but after he spent a few minutes with Elliott he could tell that the guy was genuine.

"I left home at eighteen after I started getting visits from the man with the yellow eyes. He freaked me out and I was afraid that my family would be in danger if I stayed," said Elliott with a tinge of sadness.

"Is your mom still alive?" asked Sam.

"My birth mom died when I was six months old in a fire. My dad remarried when I was four. I consider my stepmother, Patricia, my real mom because she raised me. I knew I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to my parents or my two younger sisters, so I left. I have a trust fund that my mom set up for me and I just traveled around for awhile. When the visions kicked in again I decided to look for others like me," said Elliott.

"Have you heard from old yellow eye since you left?' asked Dean.

"Nope. So Sam, how old were you when you had your first prophetic dream or vision?" asked Elliott.

"When I was twenty-two," answered Sam

"No, really how old were you?" Elliott asked again.

Was this a joke to him because it wasn't a joke to Sam and he had to fight the urge to deck the guy.

"When I was twenty-two I dreamed of my girlfriend, Jessica's death. I ignored it and she died. Want to ask me again when I had my first vision," growled Sam.

"I'm sorry Sam. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that the psychics I have met all had their first dreams or visions much earlier. I had my first when I was eight," said Elliott.

"Eight?" Sam wasn't sure heard Elliott correctly.

"Yeah. I had this neighbor Mr. Holden. He was like a grandfather to me. He was widowed and his kids lived far away. I loved hanging out with Mr. Holden. One day I had a dream that he fell into his pool and drowned. I was pretty freaked out. I ran down to my parents' room screaming. I begged them to go over and check on Mr. Holden. It turns out he had a heart attack while he was cleaning his pool and fell in. My dad was able to pull him out and performed CPR on him until the ambulance arrived," said Elliott.

"What happened? Did your neighbor live?" asked Sam.

"He did. I tried to talk to my parents about it, but they didn't seem to understand what I was talking about. I didn't have another vision for years, but I never forgot my first one. That's why I asked when your first vision was. I have yet to meet a psychic that didn't have one when they were little," said Elliott.

"Well, if I had one then I don't remember it. I mean when I had the first one about Jess, I thought that it was just a nightmare and nothing more. Everyday I wish that I had believed it," said Sam softly.

Sam and Elliott sat there in silence for a few minutes while Dean went to the bar and ordered them another round. Sam was trying to process everything Elliott had just told. There's no way I could have had a vision when I was younger. I would remember something like that wouldn't I he, thought.

"So, why did you believe that dream you had when you were eight?" asked Sam breaking the silence.

"I don't know. I was so scared when it happened. I think it was because I was so young. If I was older I probably would have thought that it was just a bad dream because I wouldn't have believed I could have been psychic," said Elliott.

"So when did the visions and nightmares start again?" asked Sam.

"When I was twenty-two. I had a dream about a ballet dancer losing her legs in a car accident. I tried to get there in time to prevent the accident, but it was too late," said Elliott with a small sigh.

"My visions seem to be connected in some way to the yellow eyed demon. How about yours?" asked Sam.

"Yeah mine were too. That dancer, her boyfriend was one of us. He had the ability to crush objects with his mind. Anyway, his girlfriend knew and get this she wanted him to use his power to crush the ankle of her rival. They were both up for the lead role in some ballet. He refused and they broke up. I don't know why I had the dream and not him, but I did. Unfortunately, I didn't get there in time. She ended up losing both her legs below the knees," said Elliott.

"Oh wow, that's terrible," replied Sam.

"Was her name Tonya Harding?" asked Dean with a laugh.

"I felt really bad for her until I found out that she was working with the demon to try and turn her boyfriend evil," said Elliott.

"Why would she do that?" asked Sam.

"Because the demon offered her everything she could want and more. I believe that because she failed the demon decided to punish her," said Elliott.

"If that's true then why is she still alive?" Sam was puzzling over that.

"Death would have been too easy for her. What would be the worst thing that could happen to a dancer?" asked Elliott.

"Losing your legs," said Sam connecting the dots.

"You know Sam you might have had a vision when you were younger, but you don't remember," offered Elliott.

Flashback

Five-year-old Sam came into the living room carrying a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

"Dean, when's Daddy coming back?" asked Sam.

"I already told you, tonight, but not until late. You'll probably be in bed by then," said Dean as he reached for a cookie.

"Dean, these are for daddy," said Sam as he pulled the plate away from his brother.

"There sure are a lot of cookies on that plate Sammy and I don't think Dad will be able to eat all of those by himself." Dean was still eyeing the plate of cookies.

"I know. Some of these are for Joshua," said Sam with a grin. He didn't mention that there were more cookies in the kitchen.

Pastor Jim came into the room to let Dean and Sam that their dad was on the phone.

"Daddy, can't you come home now?" asked Sam.

"Sammy, I can't, but I promise tomorrow after I put a new fan belt on the Impala I will drive straight to Pastor Jim's. Okay buddy?" John knew his little boy wouldn't be happy that he wasn't coming home that night.

"Okay Daddy," sighed Sam.

oooooOOOOooooo

Sam was tossing and turning in bed, his little legs twisted in the sheets. The comforter was already kicked to the floor. Suddenly he sat up in bed and beganing screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Daddy!" screamed Sam.

Sam's screaming woke up his brother. Dean jumped out of bed and raced to Sam's side.

"Daddy!" Sam screamed again.

"Sam calm down. Dad's not here. Remember he's coming home tomorrow," said Dean.

Sam was now sobbing hysterically. Nothing Dean said seemed to get through to him. All the noise coming from their room woke up Pastor Jim who came running into the room.

"Pastor Jim something's wrong with Sammy. He keeps calling for Dad and won't stop crying." Dean was scared seeing his brother like this.

Pastor Jim scooped the little boy into his arms and held him tight. He could feel the sobs wracking Sam's body.

"Sam, you need to calm down." Jim was rubbing his hand in circles on Sam's back to try and calm him down, but it wasn't working.

Pastor Jim's efforts to calm Sam down were futile. He was really getting worried. Sam and Dean had stayed with him on several occasions while John was hunting, but Sam had never acted like this before.

"Pastor Jim, what's wrong with Sammy?" asked Dean his eyes wide with fear.

"I don't know Dean, but maybe if we call your dad hearing his voice might calm Sammy down." Please God let this work Jim silently prayed.

Pastor Jim carried Sam down to the kitchen with Dean following close at his heels. Sam had stopped screaming, but was still crying. His little body was shaking so hard. Dean sat on a bench at the kitchen table and Jim placed Sam into his lap. Dean wrapped his arms tightly around his brother. He whispered words of comfort in Sam's ear as Jim phoned John.

"Hey Josh, its Jim. Sorry to wake you, but I need to speak to John right away," said Jim.

"John's not here. He went to mini-mart to get something to eat. Wait he's been gone for over an hour. It shouldn't take this long. The mini-mart's only across the street. I'd better go see what's taking so long. Want me to tell him to call you when he gets back?" asked Josh.

"Yes. Thanks Josh," said Jim before he hung up the phone.

Jim walked over to Sam and Dean. He noticed that Sam had seemed to calm down a little bit, but was still shaking ever so slightly.

"Sammy, your dad went to the mini-mart. He will call here as soon as he gets to the motel," said Jim.

As soon as Sam heard the word mini-mart he began screaming again.

oooooOOOOooooo

If Jim hadn't called I think I might have slept straight on till morning thought Josh. He wondered what was keeping John at the store. It can't take that long to microwave a couple of burritos.

It only took Josh a couple of minutes to reach the mini-mart. The lights were on, but the placed looked deserted. He opened the door and walked in. He didn't see anyone, not even a clerk. Okay, if this place is closed why are the lights still on and the door unlocked? Josh headed towards the register. What he saw next would make him sick to his stomach. John was lying on the floor, a small pool of blood next to him. He was holding a picture of Sam and Dean in his hands.

"Oh my God! John," Josh quickly raced to his friend's side.

"John can you hear me?" asked Josh as he put a hand John's neck. He was relieved to find a pulse. It felt a little weak, but it was still there.

"Josh," moaned John was starting to come around. He tried sitting up.

"Hold on John. I'm going to call for ambulance." Josh gently pushed John back to the floor. He didn't think it was a good idea for the man to get up.

Josh got up walked behind the counter to use the phone there. He found the clerk lying on the floor there bound and gagged. Josh called for an ambulance. He quickly untied tied the clerk and raced back to John's side.

"Hold on John. Help is coming. You can't leave those boys," cried Josh.

oooooOOOOooooo

"Look Masie, I know what the policy is, but these boys they already lost their mom. John's all they got. They need to see him. They need to see for themselves that their dad is okay, especially Sammy," said Jim emphatically.

"I'll talk to Dr. Landers, but I can't guarantee he will let them go in." replied Masie.

Just then Dr. Landers arrived at the nurses station. He had John's chart in his hands. He smiled warmly when he saw Jim. He had known him for years because the pastor had been coming to the hospital regularly to visit sick parishioners.

"Hey Jim. Who do you have with you?" asked Dr. Landers looking down at the boys.

"This are John's boys. I was just explaining to Masie here how much they need to see their father," said Jim.

Even though it was against hospital policy, Dr. Landers decided to allow Sam and Dean to see their father. He thought it would be good for them and for his patient.

oooooOOOOooooo

Pastor Jim led the boys into John's room. He had already explained to them that their dad would look different with all the tubes and wires sticking out of him, but still seeing their father like that scared the boys. Dean rushed over to his father's side immediately. Sam hung back next to Pastor Jim.

"Boys it is good to see you. I guess I gave you quite a scare, didn't I," said John.

"Dad are you okay?" asked Dean.

"I'm fine buddy. They gave me good medicine and the doctor said I am going to be okay," said John as he reached out and grabbed Dean's hand. He gave it a tight squeeze. It had not escaped his attention that Sam had not come near him. "Sammy aren't you going to come over here?"

Sam slowly walked over to his dad's bed. His face was all red and blotchy from crying all night. John felt this sudden need to hold his baby boy.

"Jim would you put him up here with me?" asked John.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," stated Jim.

"Please Jim." John's eyes pleaded with Jim to do what he asked.

"Okay, but remember this was your idea," said Jim.

Pastor Jim picked up Sam and put him in bed with John on the side where John didn't get shot. John wrapped his arms around his youngest and pulled him close.

"Daddy," was all Sam got out before he started crying. This time they were tears of relief.

"Shh, it's okay Sammy," soothed John as he rubbed his hand in circles on Sam's back.

End Flashback

After exchanging phone numbers and email addresses with Elliott Sam and Dean left bar, headed towards their motel. The whole ride there Sam was puzzling over everything he learned. Could he have had a vision has a young child? Was Elliott right that he did and just didn't remember? Sam was so lost in thought that he didn't notice that they had arrived at the Slumberland Motel already.

"Hey Sam how about we get some rest and start looking for a hunt tomorrow," suggested Dean.

"Sounds good to me," replied Sam as he exited the Impala.

More to Come

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