Alright, what's up peoples? Did you have a nice day? Weather good? Good? Good.

Anyways this chapter contains part one of John and Sam's POV for when Dean disappeared. Part two will be in the next chapter.

Also I think I may have made John a bit OOC in this chapter. But I liked the way I wrote him and didn't want to change it. So a little less gruffiness from Papa Winchester this time around. Sorry!

Disclaimer- I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL OR TEN INCH HERO!!!!!!!

Chapter 3

Two years ago. . . .

John Winchester let out a long sigh as he sat beside Dean's hospital bed. Beep. . . .beep. . . God, he hated the constant noise of the machine as much as he loved it. Hated the repetition of the darn thing, the annoying sound invading his thoughts. But it would kill him to not hear it, that stupid heart monitor. Because if he didn't hear it, it meant Dean could no longer hear it either. So he supposed he could put up with it. At least until Dean got well enough to not need it.

But in order for him to get better he needed to wake up!

His hands clenched the side rails of the hospital bed, looking over his eldest's body. He tried not to grimace, but he couldn't really help it. Bruises and cuts covered his arms and neck, results of the glass becoming embedded in his skin after being thrown against the Impala's window. Miles and miles worth of bandages wrapped around his chest, trying to hold together his rib cage. Almost irreparable damage to his heart they had said. Probably wouldn't ever live the same again.

'Dad, don't you do this. Don't you let it kill me.'

He was so weak. The demon, the monster he had been chasing his whole life, had taken over his body and he didn't have the strength to fight off the possession. He was unable to keep the damn thing from using him to hurt his boy. He felt the demons power course through him and then into Dean, ripping his muscles, cracking the ribs protecting his fragile heart. And then when it had reached its destination it was like he felt his own hand clawing his way into his son's chest cavity, trying to rip his heart out.

He had hurt him badly, so so badly.

And not just physically either. He was there the whole time, felt the poisonous words slip past his lips and into his eldest's ears. They weren't true of course. How could they possibly be? Not need him? Impossible. He wouldn't be able to function without Dean there. He knew it was the same for Sam. Dean was a third of the entire family; he was a piece of the puzzle that made up the Winchesters.

He never was able to express to his boys how much they meant to him, but they were his whole world.

And when Dean woke up he was going to prove it to them. No more leaving them alone, wondering where he was or even whether he was alive or dead. It had killed him to do that to Dean the first time. Abandon him like that, no call or note. But he had caught wind of the demon's plans, knew what it wanted with Sam, and even then he knew he had to separate their already separated family.

It was for their own protection dammit!

John had to laugh a little bit then into the bleak and silent room, of course Dean and Sam had found him. Or rather he had found them, but none the less, he should have known that that would have been the outcome of his attempt to distance them. Really, no matter the time they would always found their way back together. So when they had to separate for the second time, this time with strict orders to stay away, it had nearly broken his heart.

And yet again his boys came through for him. But then that bastard had taken over his body and used his own meat suit to harm the most precious people in the world to him.

He might not go off alone this time, but he sure as heck was going to make that demon pay.

'Hey Dad.' John looked up to see Sam enter the room with a couple of cups of coffee. He glanced at the bed, a little bit hopefully, to see if there was any possible way that Dean had awakened in the two minutes he had been gone. He slouched back down again, his tall stature sinking into the other chair pulled up next to the bed. Setting his own steaming cup onto the bedside table he handed the other cup to John, who accepted it gratefully.

'Sam, I think you need to go get some sleep.' John was serious; his boy had deep circles under his eyes. His shaggy hair was even more of a mess than usual, sticking up everywhere. He hadn't been outside in three days except to grab some salt from John's truck, which Bobby had kind enough to drive over there for him.

'No. I'm staying here.' John just sighed and didn't argue. As a matter of fact he and Sam hadn't argued once since they had been here. The universe would be shocked. John knew good and well how much eh and Sam were alike. Both stubborn and thinking that their way was the right way. Made him a bit proud when Sam would stand up to him, annoying as hell, but none the less a little bit happy. Dean had been their peace maker. Took after his mother in that respect. But now that he wasn't awake it was up to he and Sam to shut up and be good adults. It was a welcome change although John would trade anything for it to be different as the cause for their mutual truce was comatose at the moment.

'What are we going to do? It's been three days and there's been nothing new.'

'We wait. Least that's what the doctors are telling me. Although I will slug the next one that tells me to "just give it some time". Stupid snobby doctors.'

Sam snorted. 'Yeah, we never did trust the doctor's opinions did we? But that's not what I meant. I mean, me and Dean did find that faith healer that one time. What about a supernatural cure?'

'Yeah, I remember you telling me about that. Wasn't it cause of a deranged preacher's wife controlling a reaper who was using him for her benefits?'

'Well, yeah, but-'

'It wouldn't happen again Sam. That chance alone was one in a million.'

'Then what are we supposed to do!?'

John looked grimly down at Dean and then back up at Sam. 'Don't worry I think I got a plan.' One which involved summoning a certain bastard demon and bargaining for Dean's life.

'Plan? What kind of plan?'

'I'll let you know if it works out.'

'But-'

'Excuse me gentlemen?' A nurse peered into the doorway of the tiny room and looked them over.

'We have to change Dean's IV, and do a few more tests, so if you could step out of the room for just an hour or so, it would be great.'

'Can't we stay in here?' Sam asked his eyes wide and brows furrowed together at the thought of leaving his brother.

The nurse shook her head sympathetically. 'I'm sorry, you can't. Hospital regulations. Tell you what though, you two should check out this great diner down the street, get yourselves a nice warm meal. I know you have got to be sick of the cafeteria food by now.'

Sam smiled a little at that and looked at his dad. John nodded his head and they grabbed their coats and left. But not before giving Dean another glance, as if this time they would see him looking back at them instead of just lying there. No such luck.

'Alright we're out of here. But we are gonna be back in no less than one hour.' John stumbled into his commanding tone towards the end, sounding like a drill sergeant.

The nurse smiled and gave a mock salute. 'Sir, yes sir.'

'See, why can't you do that to me, every once in a while?' John said to Sam as they walked down the hallway.

'Because it would be weird?'

'Yeah gotta agree with you there.'

'So I was in the hospital after the crash and I was in a coma? Am I caught up so far?'

John and Sam both nodded grimly. It was very dark outside now, the sun completely set and the moon was high in the sky. Dean sighed looking up and then rubbed a hand down over his face.

'Well what happened next?' Dean jumped a little bit when he heard Tish's voice, because honestly he had forgotten that they were there. He looked at his three friends and had to smile at the sight of them sitting on the curb next to the Impala. It was a meeting of his two worlds that he had thought would never occur.

He frowned a little bit then, unsure of what to do, or say to them. They would obviously want to know the rest of the story, heck so would he. But how was he going to explain when monsters or demons came up? His friends were sharp, and care-driven nosey, he knew they would find out about him eventually. As a matter of fact he suspected Zo may have known what he was the whole time. Should he tell them or shouldn't he? To quote a long dead English dude, that was the freaking question.

'It's getting a little bit late, and this doesn't really seem to be the place to talk about this. Why don't you come with us back to the motel?'

Ah, thank God Sammy knew when to give him an opportunity to slip away. But still he wasn't sure he wanted to go with them, well actually he really really wanted to go with them. He wanted to hug them and talk to them and demand the answers to all the questions he had been unable to ask of them the past two years. He freaking missed them. But in the end, he didn't think he could ever forget these last two years either. He looked at his friends again, and then back at his family. Finally he sighed.

'How about a compromise? We head back to the shop and talk there. I'm sure Trucker would let me lock up tonight.'

His dad looked like he was about to protest but then Sam cut in. 'Yeah sure, sounds good.'

'Alright then, let's go.'

The group all made it back to the shop in the Impala after they managed to squeeze into it, despite the fact that it was only supposed to seat five.

'Why the heck are you driving this old car around? Its gotta be like a hundred years old, or something.' Tish asked while wedged between Jen and Piper in the back seat.

'Hey! Do not talk about my baby like that!' Dean turned around from where he was basically sitting on Sam's lap in the front seat.

'Whoa, whoa touchy.' She held up her hands in mock surrender, actually kinda surprised by the vehemence in his voice.

'You do not want to mock Dean's car. You might be liable to lose a limb if you do.' Sam stated wisely. Dean nodded his head in agreement.

'Did you just call the car 'baby'?' Piper asked with an eyebrow raised.

Sam let out a little chuckle. 'If it were legal to marry a car Dean would have done it a long time ago.'

'No I wouldn't have! I just happen to appreciate the beauty that is this car.'

Tish seemed to grumble under her breath something about him definitely being a freak. But he chose to ignore it. 'So what kind of car is it anyway?'

'1967 Chevy Impala.' Jen answered.

Everyone just turned to look at her and stared. She shrugged her shoulders. 'What? I happen to love cars.'

'Jen. Marry me.' Dean said as they finally pulled up to the shop.

Jen laughed and shook her head.

'As if she ever could marry you. Her head's too full of fuzzzy.'

Sam looked back at Jen as he got out of the car. 'Her head is. . . .full of fuzzy?'

Piper laughed at his confused expression. 'It's the name of a guy she has been talking to online.'

'Oh.'

'Omigosh!!' Was heard from inside the shop where Tish had entered first. 'Trucker! What happened?!'

Dean and Sam looked at each other and then ran inside. 'What's going on?'

Trucker was sitting in one of the booths holding a wet cloth to his head which appeared to be bleeding. Tish was examining him, poking and prodding the cut that was on his head gently. She looked up at them apprehensively and then at the rest of the group that came rushing in.

Piper looked concerned at the condition Trucker was in and gasped. 'What happened Trucker? Were you robbed?'

Trucker just waved a hand at them and smiled at them, trying to calm everyone down. 'I'm fine, I'm fine. And no we didn't get robbed. He just happened to introduce me to his forehead.' He pointed to behind them.

Everyone turned around to look at John as he walked in, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. 'Uh, yeah. That was me. No harm done right?'

Trucker removed the rag and looked at it as a little dribble of blood escaped the scrape on his head. 'Yeah, no permanent damage.'

'What the heck?! What do you mean he 'introduced' you to his forehead?' Jen asked incredulously.

'He head butted him.' Sam and Dean answered in unison.

'And that was kinda creepy.'

'What was?' they both asked again at the same time towards Tish.

'That. Do you guys usually talk in unison?'

'No.' They said it again together and then glared at each other.

'Weird.' She muttered under her breath as she went back to trying to find a first aid kit.

'Why the heck did you head butt him?' Piper asked from across the room, now a little bit wary of John.

He just shrugged. What could he really say? 'He wouldn't let me leave or get out of my way, so I made him.'

'You know normal people use words to settle their problems not violence.'

'We're not normal.' He answered with a somewhat hard smile.

'Priestly wouldn't have used violence.' Tish stated confidently.

Sam tried to hold in the laughter that was trying to escape him but ultimately failed. 'Ah ha ha, man are you serious!?'

'Wait, whose Priestly?' John asked with confusion.

'Dean is.'

'No he would not! You wouldn't hurt someone, would you Priestly?'

Jen, Piper, and Trucker all lifted their heads at the question and stared when he took a little too long to answer. 'Well, self defense?'

'Yeah?' Trucker asked, with his eyebrow raised. Was Priestly saying he was a fighting type, because he honestly couldn't imagine it. The kid was the most laid back person he knew, never letting anything bother him, or get under his skin. Going with the flow seemed to be his life's motto. But then again, what did he really know about him?

He showed up about two years ago, Mohawk and eyeliner firmly in place. He had just walked in one day, took a seat in the booth furthest in the back with his back against the wall so he was able to watch the door. He had looked pale and shaky and Trucker had first assumed he must have been some kind of druggie. He hadn't ordered anything, just sat there tapping his fingers, looking at the cell phone clutched in his hand, fingers wavering over the buttons. A couple of times it looked like he was about to call someone but each time he would slam it shut and put it back in his pocket. He repeated the process the entire time he was there.

Tish and Jen had noticed the strange man in the corner of the store and glanced at Trucker but since he didn't say anything they just went back to their work.

Closing time soon approached, and the young man had fallen asleep, his arms folded beneath his head. And Trucker had to admit it made him look a lot better, no more shakiness and he looked peaceful. Tish had gone over and gently shook his shoulder. That's when things got messy.

'NO!' The guy had shouted and fell out of his seat landed on his butt, and he must not have been fully aware of where he was because he quickly scrambled backwards until his back hit the wall.

'Whoa, hey, hey, uh. . . .Trucker!'

Trucker had come out from behind the counter and pushing Tish behind him examined the boy in front of him on the floor. Jen was watching the events from behind the computer with a wide gaze.

'Hey buddy?'

The guy's eyes had snapped towards his , vibrant green eyes wide with panic locking onto his own. His eyes roved around the store not landing on anything in particular, his breaths coming in harsh pants. It seemed like he was about to go into a full panic attack mode.

'No…'

The plea was uttered so pitifully that it broke his heart to hear it.

'Hey kid?'

Finally a bit of life sparked back into his eyes and he finally returned to reality. He let out a long breath and then glanced down at himself noticing his position on the floor.

'You alright?'

'Uh. . . . .yeah, yeah, sorry about that. Um. . . . sorry. Sorry.'

'It's okay. Listen you just fell asleep, and we're closing up now.'

He looked down at his jeans and then started to get up. 'Right. Right, uh, sorry. I'll go now.'

'It's okay.' Trucker said once again, noticing how much he was apologizing, saying he was sorry excessively.

'Uh, yeah.' He answered distractedly as he walked out of the store. Tish, Jen, and Trucker all looked at each other in shock, wondering what the heck had just happened.

'Well, that was weird.' Tish commented into the silence.

'I wonder what was wrong with him?'

'Who knows?' Trucker answered.

They had closed up pretty quickly after that, Trucker being the last to leave. Making sure the door was locked behind him he had gone behind the shop where his car was in the parking lot. He got out his keys ready to go home when he heard a noise from behind him. Fearing a mugger he gripped the knife he kept on him at all times. He may not want to remember the things he did in 'nam, but his training had never left him.

He turned around quickly he scanned his surroundings but didn't see anyone. He took a hesitant step towards his truck when he heard it again. It sounded like someone sniffling.

'Hello?' He called softly but received no answer. Still, he could plainly hear someone crying and he wasn't about to leave when someone might be in trouble. He walked towards the direction of the noise and ended up beside the graffiti covered dumpster. He looked over and saw the same guy from earlier sitting there in a crouch, his hands covering his ears. His eyes were squeezed shut tight, and he kept muttering shut up.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

'Hey kid?'

Suddenly he gasped and looked up. He saw the recognition from seeing him earlier and he looked back down.

'Sorry. Sorry. . . I . .uh, um. Sorry.'

'It's alright.' Trucker was starting to doubt his earlier assumptions of drug addict and was leaning more towards schizophrenic.

'I'll leave.' He got up wearily and used the dumpster to help himself up.

'Uh, wait!'

He stopped and turn to look back at him listlessly. 'Yeah?'

'You uh. . .you got anybody you can call kid?'

He just shook his head morosely.

'You got a place to stay?'

Again it was another negative shake of his head.

Trucker sighed. He felt like he was going to regret this. 'Come on. You're going home with me.'

And the rest was history. He stayed a few days, immediately going to work in the shop, and had integrated to effortlessly into all of their lives.

'You can fight?' Tish asked dubiously.

'Uh, yeah?'

She nodded, and looked him up and down. 'Cool.'

Suddenly her eyes lit up and she turned towards him with a smile. 'Does this mean you have abs!!??'

'Huh? Uh, yeah, I guess I do?'

'Shirt off.' She stated seriously. Jen and Piper looked up in interest. Sure they had all gone to the beach together at one point or another, but Priestly always kept his shirt on.

'What?!'

Sam was laughing in the corner at Dean's expression but sobered up pretty quickly when Tish looked at him with that same face she had given him earlier. 'That means you too, big boy.'

'Naw, that's okay.'

'No, I'm serious. I wanna see if you have a six pack.'

'I do have a six pack. So does Sam. Doesn't mean we're going to show you.'

'You know what I don't think you do. And that's why you won't show me.' She finished putting up the rest of the bandages and closed the first aid kit.

'What?! That's it.' Almost angrily he took his shirt off and lifted up his arms. 'BEHOLD!!'

Dean did have a nice six pack. Completely muscular, not at all what you would expect from the deceptively skinny guy with a Mohawk, who would occasionally wear a kilt.

Sam shook his head at how easily Dean was manipulated into doing something when he felt something tugging at his shirt. Dean pulled up his shirt, showing off Sam's stomach.

'And behold again!'

'Dean!' He hastily pulled his shirt down, but not before noticing how all the girls eyes were roaming over him and his brother's bodies.

'Say, you're really tall. Nice and big.' Tish was once again up in his space while Piper was rolling her eyes in the background. She had to give Tish props for persistency.

'Yeah?'

'Are you. . . .big. . .anywhere else?'

'Okay! We are shutting down this conversation right now!' Dean shouted while Sam was blushing profusely. He honestly had never met someone who was so forward before.

'Tish.' Dean pointed at her. 'You are not allowed to hit on my little brother. I really don't think he can handle it. Alright?'

While he was a wee bit offended at being told he couldn't 'handle it', he was relieved when Tish grumbled out a 'fine'.

Everyone talked for a little bit, Trucker and John finding out they served on the same tour to Vietnam made them much more companionable than their first encounter. Eventually though Trucker started to hint at needing to get home. The girls reluctantly leaving one by one. Tish on a date, Piper to hang with Noah and Julia, and Jen to continue her online conversation with Fuzzzy.

Trucker handed the keys to Priestly or Dean as he guessed he would have to start calling him, trusting him to lock up the shop. Hoping he could get some answers and praying everything went alright. Really, it wasn't every day your brother and father come back into your life after a two year hiatus.

He looked back into the window one last time before getting in his car. Dean was seated in the middle booth with his brother sitting across from him, laughing at something he had said. Their dad was standing in the middle of the shop watching them, and even from that distance he could see the smile directed at them.

He turned the key in his ignition, and really, really wished everything was going to turn out okay.

TBC…

Kay, Chapter Three done!!

Next chapter is more of John and Sam's POV with what happened two years ago…

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