Authors Note: This is the new story and it's the sequel to Best Laid Plans. You don't know how ridiculously happy I am with the response I got with that story. I for one am horribly bad with any thing wee!chester or any thing involving John but this story has been my number hit so far…go figure. So many of you wanted a sequel and I took into consideration all of the request and found a happy medium. Were going to hit this story off right after Dead Man's blood in season 1. I think that would be highly appropriate maybe Devin might make an appearance? I know how much you all hate him and it just makes it fun to push your buttons. After intermingling a bit with the episode it fully transcends into its own story. Also there's a little thing oh never mind I'll explain when It's done and over with. Hope you enjoy. Thanx Charity.


I'm staring out into the night,

Trying to hide the pain.

I'm going to the place where love

And feeling good don't ever cost a thing

And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

Together. The word reverberated in his head even after his father long since left, off trying to find what's next on there hunting radar. There. Not him but there. As a family working together. He settled more comfortably in the bed and didn't even try to complain about how lumpy the mattress was, or about how the pillow case smelled like smoke or even how he's too big for the bed. He let the feeling of for once his father considered them as a family before the hunt.

His brother's quiet noises of cleaning the guns and his fathers muted talk didn't bother him or irk him. He let it lull him into a peaceful sleep awaiting tomorrow, actually happy to get out of bed for once.


The sun filtered through the holey curtains as it bounced off three Winchesters snoring away. One half off the bed, another too big for there's, and the last sleeping peacefully on a pull out couch.

Once the light hit John Winchesters eyes he knew he would have to get up and start the day. Though they didn't have anything to hunt yet and they still were lagging behind on the demon trail for once John was happy to get out of bed.

Sitting up and popping the kinks out of his neck and back he smiled at the sight of his two boys. They've grown so much since he last seen them. Sam was a damn tree! He could recall Sam and his last meeting in that hospital and it tore his heart at how much of an ass he was that day.

"Dad I have to tell you something."

John was taken aback by the abrupt statement and the look of pain in Sam's eyes it reminded him all too much of someone. Himself after Mary died. He quickly swallowed his quelling fear as he strode in the room casually taking his lone seat. "Sure, what is it?"

John watched as Sam gave a longing look to Dean but resettled and looked back to him. "I got accepted into Stanford Dad."

It was like a punch in the gut. All this time that's what was bothering Sam. The daydreaming. The constant silence. Sam was thinking about going off to college. It terrified him. At the Sam time it angered him. What the hell was he thinking? He can't just go run off and play normal while there are things to hunt. He had to crush this dream now or Sam might be in a world of trouble. "You're kidding right?" John said coldly.

He heard Dean's muted growl but he ignored it. Dean was agreeing with him on this and that's final.

"No," Sam chuckled. "Actually I got a full ride and I decided I'm going."

"YOU WHAT!" He yelled loudly not caring if the annoying doctor would come barge in the room. "What the hell are you thinking? Huh? Cause it sure as hell shows me your not."

"Dad!" Dean yelled quickly defending his brother.

John raised his hand stopping Dean's other arguments.

"I know exactly what I'm doing Dad and I don't care what you say. I'm going." Sam spit out bitterly his hands clenching and unclenching in rage.

John immediately bounced up from the chair not even noticing as it hit the tiled floor. "You listen here you selfish brat! Me and Dean have done everything for you and your not going to sit here and be dreaming for something that won't happen just because you got accepted somewhere." John yelled pointing his finger directly in Sam's face.

"Dad." Dean growled trying to keep his anger at bay.

"No Dean it's either school or us what's it gonna be Sam." John was bluffing he didn't think Sam would pick school over his own family.

"You know what I'll pick school anything is better then living in this hell-hole of a life." Sam yelled and tried not to break down at Dean's shocked face.

John lost all control of his temper. "You ungrateful child you! Fine then you leave and I want you to remember that when you leave stay gone and don't you ever come back." He said forcefully driving the nail in the coffin.

Sam kept his jaw clenched not wanting to say anything back. Maybe it's just better if he does say gone.

The memory faded and John almost wanted to cry. How could he have said those things? He never meant any of them. It was just second nature when he was scared and he knew all to well that Dean's programmed the same way. They both use anger for fear. He had a chance to make it better though and right all his wrongs. He never even got to tell Sam he was sorry for the whole damn incident. That was changing form here on out.

Slowly getting up off the pull out bed he made his way over to the small kitchen so he could brew some coffee. God knows he needed it. Also a nice paper to look for hunts wouldn't help. John thought.

Sliding on his jacket and fingering his wallet he slipped out of the motel room without making a sound so he could retrieve a paper and find there next hunt.


A man was sharpening a blade.

Each movement sent pain through his head as he tried to drown out the sound.

"You ruined my life…life…life…" His voice echoed off the loud building intensifying his headache.

He tried to shakes his head no but it was fruitless.

"You ruined all chances at me having a family…family…family" The words just kept on coming and he wished they would stop.

"Most importantly you ruined me. Now people think I'm a joke…joke…joke"

He heard footsteps getting closer to him and he tried to get away or if anything just hide but he couldn't move.

"And now Sam Winchester I'm going to make your like a living hell."

Sam looked up to see the fiery red hair and the gleam of a gun and that was all he saw before the gun went off sending a bullet into his shoulder.


Sam shot up out of bed as he tried to quell his beating heart. It all seemed so real. Was it a vision? Did he even want to admit it was due to his father's presence? Trying to shake the uneasiness out of his stomach he looked to check on his sleeping sibling and his father. Check and….not accounted for.

Slowly untangling himself from the sheets he went over to his father's empty bed. Looking around he could tell everything of theirs was still there and he figured his Dad went out to get a paper or food.

Shaking his head with a smirk he muttered. "I hope its food."


This is the sequel to Best Laid Plans and it weaves in a little with Dead Man's blood only to turn into its own story. The vision thing I know Sam doesn't tell there Dad till Salvation so well…you'll have to see because I can't really give it away but don't worry Sammy isn't spilling the beans. Who's happy to see Devin again? Feedback is appreciated. Thanx Charity