TITLE--- IT BREAKS PATTERN---

RATING---T---

DISCLAIMER---If I owned Sam and Dean Winchester do you think that I would honestly have this much free time to write fanfic? Alas, the Winchesters are not mine and neither is Supernatural. But please humor my imagination.---

SUMMARY---Set directly after Croatoan. We all know that the demon has plans for the children with gifts, but now we come to know that there may be some people out there that don't fit the demon's pattern. It breaks pattern with brothers...---

Even though Jo, Ellen, and most likely Ash will be in this fic, I HATE JO.

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"I'm not 12 anymore mom! I make my own decisions!" Jo yelled from across the roadhouse.

"Jo, hon, we aren't going to argue about this tonight. You know how I feel." Ellen said calmly while wiping off a table.

"I don't care how you feel or what you want, it's my life!"

"And you're my daughter and it's my job to protect you Jo," Ellen said without looking up, "Would you please go clear off the bar?"

"NO! Not until we talk about this... you never listen!"

"It's not up for discussion Jo. I do listen and I don't want you out there hunting. You don't know the first thing about hunting," Ellen said seriously.

"I went on a job and-"

"And almost got yourself killed!" Ellen threw down the rag. "Just because you find your dad's old hunting stuff in the attic doesn't make you a hunter!"

Jo was suddenly quiet and calm, "You're wrong mom..."

"Jo, one day you'll see-" Ellen winced, "You'll see that I just want what's best for you."

Jo started walking slowly towards Ellen emotionless. "No, you want your little world to stay the same..."

"Jo... I've got a migraine coming on, please don't argue with me right now," Ellen sat down with her eyes shut in pain. "Would you go get me something from the medicine cabinet?"

Jo continued walking, "You think I'm just this helpless little girl... You think that I'll just get hurt..."

Ellen finally snapped, "Well you've done a pretty good job at proving me right in the past. How many times have I had to bail you out of trouble?" Ellen grabbed her head, "Gah!"

"You're wrong... I'm a hunter. I was born to do it," Jo stopped in front of her mother.

"I'm done talkin' about this!"

"Good, cause so am I..." Jo reached out her hand towards Ellen's head.

"Jo...? What are you-" Ellen's eyes widened as Jo's hand connected with her forehead and she let out an anguished cry.

Jo leaned in and whispered in Ellen's ear, "This is what I was born to do..." Ellen's eye's rolled back in her head and her nose had started to bleed.

"...Jo...please..." Ellen croaked as she fell backwards onto the floor in a heap, her eyes staring at the ceiling.

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Dean walked into the hotel room with the bags in hand. "Sam, chow time," he said with his back turned to the room. When he heard no response he turned around, "Sam?" The bathroom door was open and he took a couple steps forward and nearly tripped. He then saw Sam sprawled between the beds.

"Sammy!?" he said with concern kneeling down beside his brother. Sam wasn't moving and his eyes were half open and glazed over. "Oh God, Sam! Wake up bro!" Sam still didn't make any response. Dean checked his pulse and his breathing. His pulse was slow and his breathing shallow, but it was there at least. "Come on man, snap out of it," Dean held Sam's head against his chest. Dean felt something wet on his hand, when he looked he realized it was blood coming from the back of Sam's head.

Dean immediately gathered Sam up and set him on the closest bed and ran to the bathroom to get some towels. He returned and started to stop the bleeding. He needed to wake Sam up fast if he had a head injury. "Sam!? Can you hear me? I need you to wake up." Nothing. "Come on little brother, don't do this!" He suddenly got an idea and ran out of the room.

Dean returned a couple minutes later from the ice machine, he had ran all the way across the hotel and back. He took the bag of ice and what he didn't use for the cold compress he pressed on Sam's face.

After a couple seconds Sam's eyes fluttered from their half open position to closed and he shifted away weakly.

"Open your eyes Sammy, need you to show me you're awake," Dean tried to hide his concern.

Sam moaned a little, but his eyes remained closed.

"What was that?" Dean said pressing on more ice.

"...cold..." Sam said barely audible.

"Sorry Sam," Dean removed the ice from Sam's face.

"...Dean...?" Sam's eyes opened a crack and he immediately closed them and winced as much as he could. God it was bright.

"Yeah Sam," Dean let out a sigh of relief and smiled.

God his head was pounding. It hurt to open his eyes, it hurt to think. Sam felt sleep pulling at him and couldn't help it when his head started to roll to one side.

"Sam? Stay with me here, open your eyes man. You can't sleep now."

"...no...don't wanna Dean...can't...hurts..." Sam groaned.

"Hair doesn't count as a helmet Sammy, you have a head injury."

Sam didn't really listen to what Dean was saying at that point, but he did catch the words 'head injury'. 'What...? Head injury?' Sam thought. He didn't remember hitting his head; but then again, would you really remember getting a head injury...? Sam went through his most recent memories. He took a shower after Dean left, checked his e-mail, and then he remembered this killer headache... no, not a headache... a vision. 'Oh God,' he thought as the images and more pain came rushing back to him.

Dean watched as Sam suddenly tensed up and let out a cry of pain and he started to breathe rapidly, "Sammy?!"

Sam had to tell Dean. Jo was going to kill Ellen. Sam fought back the pain with strength he didn't know he had still and he attempted to sit up, his eyes popped open, "GAH!... DEAN!...VISION...!"

Dean held on to his little brother as he attempted to sit up, "Sammy, just breathe slowly and relax, it's ok." Sam was starting to hyperventilate.

Sam followed Dean's instructions and focused on his breathing and started to relax. "That's it Sammy." Dean assured him. Whatever adrenaline Sam had in his system finally left and he went lax in Dean's arms. Before Sam lost all consciousness he managed to whisper, "Dean... the Roadhouse..."

"Shh... Sam, just rest." Dean lowered Sam onto the bed. He walked away back turned to the beds, 'The Roadhouse eh?... Sonuvabitch this sucks.' he thought to himself.

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A couple hours later Sam was still asleep, but he did look better than earlier when Dean found him at least.

He sat there and flipped his cell phone open and closed absent mindedly while watching Sam. Dean had debated wether to call the Roadhouse or not. He hated to think what would happen if either Jo or Ellen answered. But just showing up wasn't exactly their best option either.

"Damn it," he cursed as he flipped open the phone and made his final decision to call.

One ring. Two rings. Three rin-

"Hello?" came a familiar voice.

"Hey... is this Ash?" Dean asked.

"Hell yeah, who's this and what can I do you for?"

"It Dean, Dean Winchester, man am I glad you picked up."

"Hey man. Yeah, I think they heard that three counties over... Ellen and Jo are pissed man. What the hell did you do?"

"Yeah... that's kinda a long story Ash... How are things there,... anything unusual going on?"

"Ah, gotcha man. Naw, everything's the same as usual. You?"

Dean glanced at Sam, "We're good, Sammy's still a pain in the ass... but you know how the business goes."

"Right, so what are you calling about? I'm sure this wasn't a social call... If it's about that fugly demon there's been nothing on the radar."

"No man, it's not about the demon... Listen, Sam and I might be dropping by in the next few days..."

"I can't say I recommend it Dean... but hey, it's your funeral."

"Yeah Ash, we don't have much choice right now... any words of advice."

"Bring guns, and keep a knife under your pillow."

"That bad?"

"You know what they say, hell hath no fury..."

"Right, I'll see you in a few Ash."

"See ya."

Dean ended the call and let out a sigh. This sucked out loud. Dean hoped that maybe Sam meant a different roadhouse or maybe he was wrong, but as he watched Sam he knew that that wasn't the case.

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Sam woke up and his head still hurt like none other. Dean was asleep in the next bed. How long was he out? Sam felt the gauze wrapped around his head, as he saw the dried blood on the night stand. 'Okay, I really do have a head injury,' he finally believed Dean's claim. Sam slowly got up to head to the bathroom to get a drink and further inspect himself. It hurt to move and Sam went to his bag to grab some pain killers. Every step made his head pound and he stumbled in the dark on the way to the bathroom.

Dean shifted in his sleep as he heard a small thud. He looked over at the next bed and realized Sam was missing. "Sam!?" Dean was immediately awake and he flipped on the light.

Sam winced and hissed at the sudden brightness as he tried to get up.

"Jesus, Sam! What are you doing out of bed?" Dean helped his brother up. Sam shrugged and Dean saw the bottle of pain killers in his hand, "Alright Sam, let's get you back into bed." Sam leaned heavily on Dean as he tried to walk back over to his bed. Dean set him down, "I'll be right back Sam, stay here." Dean ran to the bathroom and grabbed a cup of water and took two pills from the bottled and returned. "Here, take this." He sat on the bed.

"Thanks," Sam managed as he swallowed the pills.

"Feeling better?"

"Relatively," Sam rested his head back on the head board.

"So this vision... you feel up to telling me about it?" Dean didn't want to press, but he had to get some details.

Sam took in a breath and sighed, "You're not gonna like it Dean."

"What happened Sam?"

"Jo... The Roadhouse..." Sam swallowed, "She killed Ellen." Sam leaned forward with his head in his hands.

"Say what? Who kills Ellen Sam?" Dean stood up.

"Jo... Dean, I saw her do it."

"WHAT! There must be something else Sam, Jo isn't a killer."

"There is something else... the way Jo did it... I think she might have powers Dean." Sam looked away.

"God, this is some messed up shit, you know that Sammy?" Dean ran his hand through his hair and started pacing around the room.

"Yeah, tell me about it. They were arguing and she just kinda... snapped I guess."

"You know that means we have to go back there."

"Yeah... I know." Sam closed his eyes and rested against the headboard once more.

TBC

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Me: Hey guys, I'm back.

Dean: It took you long enough.

Me: Sorry, the holidays... but this chapter is longer than the first one.

Sam: Hey, question... Why must I be the one to get beat up?

Me: Sorry, that's the way it works Sam. Plus, the night stand was there... I couldn't resist... but you got better! I didn't put you in the hospital or anything.

Sam: Yeah, but still...

Dean: So this secret-

Me: Will come out when it comes out.

Sam: Don't you have more homework?

Me: Yes... and they will murder me in my sleep if I don't start working on it. So I'll talk to you both later.

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AN: I HATE JO WITH A PASSION!!! Be assured that I want nothing good to happen to her.

I'm sorry it took a while to put this chapter up, the holidays took over and I don't know when I can post the next. But I will post ASAP for me. Hopefully this chapter is worth the wait.

Please review and give me feedback, it may just influence the story. :) HAPPY HOLIDAYS!