Title: Old Friends Never Die

A/N: Ok, so after V. R. Jennings review on my oneshot Last Wish, I started thinking up ways to continue the story. This story is a continuation of Last Wish, but if you haven't read the oneshot, this story should still make sense. Last Wish just adds to the mystery. As with Last Wish, this story is at the beginning of season one. I'm not intending to reiterate any of the episodes to prevent plagiarism, but I will let you know if I've skipped past any of the hunts from the series. There will be a little Weechester in future chapters if this all goes well, so anyway, hope you enjoy and please review, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I only own the characters I make up. I do not own the Winchesters and I am not making money off of this.

Chapter 1: Nightmares

Sam sat up straight and tried to regain his breath. Sweat was beaded on his forehead and his heart was racing double time.

"Sam?" Jessica asked groggily as she sat up next to him. His eyes had to adjust for a moment, but then he could make out her form on the bed. "Are you ok?" she asked, rubbing his arm.

"I'm fine," Sam said breathlessly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jess asked. Sam hesitated. This hadn't been the first time he'd had a nightmare about his brother and he knew what she would say.

"It was just a nightmare," he assured her.

"About your brother?" she asked. Her tone had become slightly harder, but still understanding.

"I'm fine," he smiled. She watched him for a moment and then sighed.

"Come on." She took his hand and pulled him out of bed.

"Really Jess, I'm fine," Sam protested as she dragged him towards the kitchen. She flipped on the light as she passed it and pushed him into a chair before seating herself across from him.

"So, what happened this time," she asked, looking him straight in the eye.

"I really don't want to talk about it," Sam insisted.

"Sam, if you don't tell me then it's going to eat at you until you do tell me so please, just get it off your chest," she urged. Sam ran a hand through his hair, knowing that she was going to keep hounding him until he told her.

"It's the same dream. I just keep replaying it, over and over and over again," he looked away, shaking his head, "I keep seeing him die."

"You have to stop punishing yourself for something that isn't your fault," Jessica said, reaching forward to put a hand on his knee.

"I know, but I just can't help feeling that I shouldn't have left." They were silent for a while. Jessica stood up and left the room for a moment only to come back with his cell phone.

"Call him," she said, holding out the phone.

"Jess, it's three o'clock in the morning," Sam pointed out.

"And he's called you earlier, for less," she countered. Sam stood, took the phone and placed it on the counter.

"I don't need to call him," Sam said, wrapping his arms around her, "I'm fine."

"You are so stubborn Sam Winchester," she said, brushing some stray hairs off his face.

"Unfortunately I learned from the best," he muttered. She kissed him softly on the lips and they both went back to the bedroom.

John Winchester drove silently out of California. He had received the signs only a few short hours ago. They had been minor and seemingly insignificant, but John swore on his own life that old Yellow Eyes wouldn't be around much longer to destroy any one else's family. In his heart he knew he was chasing windmills by running over to Helena, Montana to check out a nursery fire, but the revenge that burned inside him was stronger than logic. He glanced down as his phone started ringing and frowned as he saw Sam's number. It was almost 4 o'clock in the morning and based on what little he'd seen of his youngest son, it didn't seem likely that he would call so late, unless there was a problem. The phone rang four times before falling silent. John had already resolved not to answer his phone until he caught Yellow-Eyes, but as his phone beeped, indicating there was a new voicemail his curiosity got the better of him. Against his better judgment he put the phone on speaker and listened to the voicemail. Instead of Sam's voice he heard a female speaking.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up and I know you don't know who I am, but I'm Sam's girlfriend and I didn't know who else to turn to. Sam's been having nightmares and he's worrying himself sick because he's not with you. I don't know if maybe coming to visit would help, but please, I don't' know what else to do. I don't know how much longer he can stand the nightmares." There was a click on the other line and the phone announced the end of the message. John shut the pone, his mind a million miles away from where it had originally been. Sam was having nightmares? Was he feeling guilty about going away to school? Sure John had disapproved at first, family was the only thing he had left and he was so afraid of leaving Sam alone that he'd let that cloud his judgment for a time, but he had always been proud that Sam had gone to school. After a moment of deliberation, John broke his newest vow and made a call.

"You ok? Need help with the job?" a familiar male voice asked.

"Actually, I'm going to have you take it over, but I want you to pick up Sam on your way," John instructed.

"Are you finally going to apologize?" John remained silent and in a moment there was a muttered apology.

"He's been feeling guilty lately and I think a good hunt would do him good, but don't tell him I sent you. He'll just hate me more," John said bitterly.

"He doesn't hate you," the voice assured him, "What do you want me to tell him?"

"Tell him you think I'm in trouble. I already left you a message."

"Yeah I got that. Nice ghost in the background by the way."

"Figured that would get your attention," John nodded absently, "Just pick up Sam, convince him to go with you and make sure he's alright."

"I'm on my way."

"Thanks." John hung up.

Sam listened raptly as the Government professor explained the writing assignment. The dream last night hadn't affected him today like he'd thought it would. He had been able to pay attention during the lectures without seeing his brother's pain stricken face. In fact, he hadn't even thought about the dream until his cell phone went off during his final class for the day. The background music to Led Zepplin's "What is and What Should Never be" sounded much louder in Sam's ears than it actually was. Dean would have been proud of him, if he'd heard it, but at the moment Sam's face was flushing crimson as he dug frantically through his bag.

"Expecting a special call Mr. Winchester?" the professor asked.

"Uh, no. Sorry Professor Maxwell," Sam quickly fumbled for the silence button and ended the music.

"Then turn it off," Maxwell ordered. Sam nodded and turned his phone off. He usually kept it off during class, but for some reason he'd felt the need to keep it on. "Now, as I was saying, you will need to have six pages double spaced and a sources cited page. Papers will be due on my desk no later than the 24th. Understood?" The class nodded obediently, "Alright, then have a good weekend and please, please get started on this early." The students filed slowly out of the class room discussing their topics.

"So, what are you doing your paper on?" Claire Manes asked Sam as he was loading his books. She was short and thin with long dark hair that fell in waves down her back. Her brown eyes were always wide open and her olive toned skin was always flawless.

"I've got a few ideas, but I'm not quite sure yet," Sam answered, "What about you?"

"I don't know," she shrugged helplessly, "I was thinking about doing it on abortion, but Professor Maxwell already told us we couldn't do that." By this point they were outside the classroom.

"Don't worry, Claire, you'll think of something," Sam assured her.

"Thanks Sam. You're always so positive," she smiled brightly at him, "We'll I'll see you on Monday." He smiled and nodded before heading off to meet Jessica. They had planned on having lunch at a restaurant just off campus and the day looked nice enough to be able to sit outside. He'd hardly stepped out of the building when he spotted her walking ahead of him.

"Jess!" he called and jogged towards her. She stopped and waited for him to catch up. She kissed him briefly.

"So Maggie just told me your phone went off during class," she teased.

"Yeah, I guess I forgot to turn it off," Sam grinned sheepishly. He pulled out his phone to see who had called him during class.

"I didn't know you listened to rock," Jess commented.

"I usually don't," he admitted, "I think my brother go a hold of my phone before I left and I just haven't …changed… it…back." Sam frowned as he reached the missed calls section.

"Sam what's wrong?" Jess asked, trying to peer over at the phone. He couldn't answer. His stomach was twisting into that familiar ball of dread as he stared down at the all too familiar number.

So was it ok? I wrote this to fill in some of the holes from Last Wish, but again, if you haven't read it, this story should still make sense. Please review; let me know if anything was confusing or really good, or really bad. Thanks!