Chapter 3

John looked into Dean's green eyes, relief in his mind but he pushed it aside and concentrated on the now.

"What happened?"

"Didn't Sam tell you?" Dean asked feeling a little groggy, his head felt unfocused and it hurt, his arm wasn't much better as it throbbed with every heart beat. But as John continued to speak made him a little more clear.

"Yeah he said that the Demon had you pinned against the wall and so on but what happened before Sam came out and what did it tell you!" Anger was now clear in John's voice. "And I want to know how the hell it sneaked up on you!"

"Nothing special happened and it just kept talking nonsense." Dean sat gingerly up, ignoring his father for a moment as he turned to Sam. "You alright, little brother?"

"Yeah..." Was all that Sam got to say before John cut him off.

"What's up with you Dean?" John stood up, the things in his hands was thrown away and he towered over Dean. "Why are you acting like this? Like, like a spoiled brat!"

"Am I acting like a spoiled brat!" Dean said angrily as he stood up, gingerly. "Have you looked yourself in the mirror, John?! You are the one acting like a spoiled and angry child!"

"..." John opened his mouth but couldn't find any words as he stepped into Dean's personal space, he knew that Dean hated that and booth's eyes were blazing with anger, the tension thick in the small room. Both Winchester's fists were clenched and ready to be used.

"Calm down." Sam tried as he wanted to break up the fight before it broke out but he was new at this. Usually Dean and John came to an understanding and didn't fight like this in front of Sam.

"Please, Dean. Tell us what the Demon wanted and what he said." Sam asked looking at his brother using the puppy dog eyes. "Please..."

"You don't really want to know." Dean met his eyes but looked away from his father and brother.

"Yes, we do, Dean."

"I don't think that you don't really want to know."

"Oh, come on. Tell us already." John said angrily as he grabbed Dean's arm, spun him around and got into his personal space again making Dean see red.

"He went on and on by his dead children and then he..." Dean shook Johns hand off him, took a deep breath and said. "He wished me a happy birthday."

The words hung in the air for a couple of moments before Dean turned away and walked swiftly out of the room.

Sam was frozen, dread filling his stomach making it ice cold, then he heard the front door bang close and he was unfrozen and on his feet. He quickly moved to his dufflebag, opened it, rummaged thru it and then found the calendar that he had been looking for. He opened it and looked.

"It's true." He said as he sank down onto the bed. "We are all together, not hunting and we missed Dean's birthday but the Demon knew and remembered it."

John just kept staring at the door, not knowing what to think or say. Bobby and Caleb came thru the doorway and into the small door, both had heard everything and felt ashamed.

"Someone needs to be with Dean." Sam said standing up. "He shouldn't be alone."

"You are right." Caleb said.

"I'm on board." Bobby said as he got a thoughtful expression on his face. "Do you think the Demon want something from Dean?"

"Other than to kill him?" Caleb asked.

"Yeah, it looked like it when I sneaked up on it at the Roadhouse."

"But what would it want more than to kill Dean? He killed it's children..." John asked out loud.

"Maybe... Uhm... Maybe... It..." Sam swallowed hard, pinched the bridge of his nose as an intense headache assaulted him. "Ah... Dammit... A vision..."

Sam went down on his knees barely feeling the hands that went to help him as he got lost in his vision.

It was dark and outside, the image flickered a little and he saw Dean. His brother was sitting on the trunk of his car, the Impala shone the moonlight, with a half full bottle of whiskey in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth.

Suddenly a man with a black cowboy hat and cowboy boots appeared and he was already in front of Dean before the hunter noticed him.

"What tha hell?" Dean exclaimed and made a move to get his gun that was in his back beneath the waist band of his jeans. But it was ripped from his hand and he was slammed against the trunk, so hard he lost his breath.

"Deanie, Deanie." The Demon said, his yellow eyes gleaming as he made a little flipping motion with his wrist and Dean was flung against the ground.

The Demon walked over to him, flipped his wrist again and Dean was flipped so his back was on the ground. Then he stood over the fallen hunter, his feet planted on each side of Dean's hips.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Ehm, stop stalking me?" Dean said with a smirk.

The Demon just looked at him a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, then he bend his knees, put at hand by Deans head and leaned forward so their faces were only inches away.

Dean tried to squirm away but he was held firmly against the ground by the Demon's invisible force and he really hated how it came invaded his personal space all the time.

"I think..." The Demon looked deep into Dean's eyes. "I think that you are coming with me."

"What?" Dean couldn't believe his ears.

"I'm going to take you with me and then we will see what I will do with you." The Demon laid a hand on Dean's stomach and then both disappeared.

The dark image of the abandoned Impala flickered and Sam was back in the present, his head hurting and the worry for his brother had grown to so much more.

"We have to get to Dean now!" Sam was on his feet and moving, the three men right behind him."He is at the Impala and the Demon is coming for him again!"

TBC