Chapter One- Not this time Sammy.
Dean slept soundly on the bed, fully clothed, while Sam walked past and sat down on the couch with his laptop. Sam had found them a new gig, he knew it would be sensitive for Dean but his brother's feelings didn't bother him at that moment.
Dean rolled over and lifted his head slightly "Sam? What are you doing? What's the time?"
As he looked up from the screen to glance at Dean he pulled his wrist towards his face.
"Ahh almost half past 6" he said.
"Wow, overslept again." Dean rubbed his eyes and scruffed his hair. He swung his legs round til his feet hit the floor, stood up, stretched and walked off to the bathroom mumbling under his breath. Sam watched him go then went back to his computer.
Sam was concentrating so hard on the screen that he didn't notice Dean walk back into the room and almost trip over and land on the opposite side of the bed. He saved himself and quickly looked over to Sam to make sure he didn't see.
He cleared his throat "So where are we off to today Sam?"
"Well I have checked the papers and the net and there is definitely something going on back home." He sifted his eyes to look at Dean. "In Lawrence."
By this time Dean had pulled on his old faded jeans and had almost got his shirt on by the time Sam finished his sentence. He turned around and faced him with a 'why-now-why-this?' look.
"Look Dean, I know you don't wanna do this bu..." he didn't finish.
"You're damn right I don't wanna go there. I can't go there again. Sam, you remember what happened last time. We went back home, stopped a spirit that was in our house, and mum appears. I told myself I would never; never go back to that house. But I did. But I can't do it, not this time Sammy." Sam could tell Dean was frightened, scared and slightly angry that he brought up the subject of home. He saw it in his eyes, heard it in his voice and could feel it in the air.
"Dean... I..." Sam started.
"Sam, just leave it. I don't want to go."
Sam perked up "Yeah and I don't like going to fairs with clowns but they are there so deal with it. We're going. If you don't wanna come fine. But I'm taking the car and going back to Lawrence." Sam was always a little nervous standing up to his brother but sometimes Dean's stubbornness was too much.
"Fine." Dean reluctantly agreed.
On the rare occasion Dean would let Sam drive, but this particular job had Dean in a mood. They drove in silence until they came upon the sign that read Lawrence 3.
"So." Sam started, he faced the windscreen. "It's about two blocks from the old house at the middle school. Apparently some of the younger kids have gone missing. Not just one by one by a whole group of them in one go. I'm thinking it was some kind of demon" As he finished he looked over at his brother. Concentration and anger covered his face. "Why do you have to be so difficult? I mean I know that Lawrence holds some painful memories but that's at the house." "He paused "You know what? You're a real jerk sometimes."
He slowly turned his head to the side, smiled and said "Bitch."
Sam knew that the tension between him and his older brother was gone. But he was still worried about Dean.
As they came upon Lawrence, everything appeared different. Everything was changed around.
"Where the hell are we Sam?" Dean queried.
"Lawrence, Kansas... What the hell... where is everything?" Sam looked out the window, trying to figure out why it was different.
The boys drove up their old street and there was their house. Everything about the house looked the same, even the address. They pulled up outside and looked. All of a sudden Mary walked out.
"Mum." The both said. Dean put his hand on the door and was just about to open it when Sam put his hand on his shoulder.
"How do we know it's really her?" He asked
"One way to know for sure." Dean replied
He pushed the door open and Mary looked up.
"Dean!" she exclaimed. "Sammy!" confusion washed over her face "How come you boys are home? Did your lunch break start early?"
"Uhh… yeah?" Dean looked at Sam with a 'what-the hell-is going-on?' look. "So what's for lunch mum?"
"Dean Winchester you are almost twenty-three years old. Go inside look in the fridge and make something." Mary said with a firm joking voice.
Sam sat down at the table just as Dean walked through the door. Sam looked up and there was Dean wearing overalls half way down his waist with a white singlet underneath.
"What are you wearing?" the sandwich Sam was eating almost fell out of his mouth as he spoke.
"What do you mean? This is my work clothes. I'm going to go back to work after lunch." He scowled "and don't you have to get back as well? Mr rather-do-sport-than–fix-cars?
He looked at dean in a odd way but shook it off "Yeah, but I don't have to be at the school for at least half and hour." He stopped short. "I don't know what it is but it feels like there is something wrong at the school. Like something is going to happen or something has happened. Almost like an evil spirit of some kind." Sam looked as though he was a million miles away in thought.
"Dude, come on. Don't tell me you believe in ghosts and the devil or any of that crap."
"No. No. But there is just something that's bothering me a little."
"Well forget about it." Dean rushed his words. He wasn't in the mood to hear one of Sam's wack ghost stories.
Sam stayed at the table and finished his lunch and read the paper. His mum walked in and kissed the top of his head. A baby started to cry upstairs.
"Do you wanna get her or shall I?" She questioned.
"Huh? What? Who are we talking about?" Sam stumbled over his words.
"Your niece? Callie?"