Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, or the characters, and chances are that I never will.

Thanks to everyone who responded to the last chapter of To The Bone! I hope that you will enjoy this new fic, it's just something that I thought up, and I thought I'd see if anyone was interested.

And on top of this fic, though I'll probably regret it later, I'm also starting another new fic, Devastated, please check it out.

Enjoy!

21st of February, 2006

Sam and Dean were standing at the gas station, trying to figure out their next move in their latest hunt, in Lawrence, Kansas, more specifically in the rebuilt house that was once their family home.

"We just gotta chill out, that's all. You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?" Dean asked rationally, trying to detach himself from the emotions he was feeling.

Sam sighed, but he saw the reasoning behind what Dean was doing, they had to treat this like any other hunt. "We'd try to figure out what we were dealin' with. We'd dig into the history of the house."

Dean nodded as he replied. "Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened."

"Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, how much do you actually remember?" Sam asked pointedly, and it was rightfully so, they didn't really know that much about what had actually happened that night, John had never shared much with them.

"About that night, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"Not much." Dean admitted. "I remember the fire…the heat." He paused momentarily. "And then I carried you out the front door."

"You did?" Sam queried, surprise in his voice.

"Yeah, what, you never knew that?"

Sam shook his head. "No."

Dean sighed, before putting on a stoic mask as he said to his brother. "And, well, you know Dad's story as well as I do. Mom was….was on the ceiling. And whatever put her there was long gone by the time Dad found her."

"And he never had a theory about what did it?"

"If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times."

"Okay. So, if we're gonna figure out what's goin' on now…we have to figure out what happened back then. And see if it's the same thing."

"Yeah. We'll talk to Dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time."

Sam paused. "Does this feel like just another job to you?"

Dean was silent for a moment, before he said. "I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom." And walked away, as soon as he'd turned a corner, putting himself next to the gas station bathroom, he pulled out his cell phone. After looking around to make sure no one, ie Sam could see him, he dialed a number.

Not surprisingly, it went straight to voicemail. "This is John Winchester. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean at 866-907-3235."

"Dad? I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you'll get 'em." Dean began nervously, he cleared his throat before continuing. "But I'm with Sam. And we're in Lawrence. And there's somethin' in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom or not, but…." Dean's voice was breaking, his pain was so real that he could barely keep himself together. "…I don't know what to do. So, whatever you're doin', if you could get here. Please. I need your help, Dad." Dean finished with tears in his eyes.

That night, Dean and Sam had gone to the house to watch over the family, just in case, and before they could so much as blink, Sam was being held inside the house, by an invisible force, and the front door slammed shut between him and Dean. Frantic, Dean grabbed an axe and a shot gun from the trunk of the impala, and rushed towards the door, which he started attacking with the axe as soon as he was in range.

A minute earlier, in the house, Sam was flung against a set of kitchen cabinets, he stood up, only to be pinned against the wall by the invisible force. He couldn't move his body at all.

The fiery figure that had been in Sari's room just minutes earlier was standing in front of Sam, just as Dean finally broke a large enough hole in the door to climb through, and started looking for his brother. "Sam? Sam!" Dean called out, only to quickly find his brother pinned against the kitchen wall. He saw the figure standing in front of Sam he raised the gun.

"No don't! Don't!" Sam exclaimed unexpectedly.

"What, why?!" Dean asked, confused.

"Because I know who it is. I can see her now."

As suddenly as the figure appeared, the fire that surrounded it vanished. Leaving the late Mary Winchester standing in front of them, exactly the same as the night she had died.

Dean's expression softened, and in shock he lowered his gun as he softly said. "Mom?"

Mary smiled serenely, and stepped closer to her eldest son. "Dean." Tears were forming in Dean's eyes as Mary walked away from him, towards Sam. "Sam."

Sam smiled weakly, crying silently.

Their mother's smile faded. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Sam asked, confused.

Mary was silent for a minute as she looked at her son sadly. "You need to find your father." Mary then said seriously to her sons before she walked away, and looked up at the ceiling, and spoke to the invisible force. "You get out of my house. And let go of my son." Upon stopping speaking, Mary Winchester once again, bursts into flames, and as she was entirely engulfed, the fire reached the ceiling and disappeared along with her. Sam was instantly released from the invisible force that held him, and after recovering from his abrupt descent, he walked over to Dean.

They looked at each other, both stunned. "Now it's over." Sam said.

"But what did she mean? We heard from Dad a couple of months back, he's just out of touch right now, right?" Dean questioned his brother uncertainly.

And for that Sam had no answer, he too was worried by his late mother's ominous final words.

After that night, hunting was the furthest thing from Sam and Dean's minds, the words of their mother consumed their thoughts, you need to find your father. But it wasn't that easy, they called every contact they had, searched through all the information they could find, every lead they got, but their father remained missing.

It wasn't until three weeks later as Sam and Dean were sitting in their latest motel room, that they finally got what they were seeking, but the way it came they never saw coming.

Dean was sitting on the bed, while Sam was sitting at the small motel room table, talking on the phone. "No, Dad was in California last we heard from him. ... We just thought that he comes to you for munitions –- maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. … Just call us if you hear anything. … Thanks." Sam ended the call.

Dean looked up at his brother as soon as he was off the phone. "Caleb hasn't heard from him?"

"Nope. Neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Any leads in there?"

"No. Same last time I looked. Nothin' I can make out." Dean said with a laugh. "I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda."

"You know, maybe we should call the Feds. File a missing persons."

"We talked about this." Dean said frustratedly. "Dad'd be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail."

"I don't care anymore."

Just then, Dean's cell phone began to ring, and he got up from his seat to look for it.

"After all that happened back in Kansas, I mean…he should've been there, Dean. You said so yourself, you tried to call him, and nothing."

"I know. Where the hell is my cell phone?"

"You know, he could be dead for all we know." Sam said, fully anticipating the response he received.

"Don't say that. He's not dead. He's…he's…"

"He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?" Sam countered, but before Dean could reply he found his phone, and he answered it.

"Yeah."

There was a brief pause before a lady's voice came over the line. "Hello, I'm looking for Michael Bodega's son, Greg, is that you?"

Though it wasn't one of the alias that Dean remembered using, given their history, he replied. "That's me. How do you know my dad?"

"Mr Bodega, my name is Helen Filose, I'm an RN at St Lukes hospital in Michigan. We have your father here."

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