I want to start off by saying this is not my original story. That belongs to Dr. Serpico. Everything that is done it's because of them. Thank you so much for trusting me with this story, and I hope I don't let you down.

This might be the only chapter that might not make it up to par. And for that I'm very sorry if I disappointed you. I have a lot on my mind. But please enjoy and hope the others would make up for this one.

Please comment and Enjoy, especially you Dr. Serpico! I hope I didn't butcher this.

John was running on only a few hours of sleep when he pulled back to the house three hours after placing the call with Bobby asking him to look up anything about why this ghost was in his house, and why he was after Sam. The sun wasn't even in the sky when John pulled up and turned off his car. But he knew that he had to keep ,at least Sam and Sybil, distracted long enough to figure stuff out. John looked at all three of his passengers that were fast asleep and smiled.

"So much for a relaxing summer vacation," he mumbled to himself. But that was loud enough to make Sybil stir awake.

"Grampa?" She squeaked sitting up and rubbing her eyes with a fist. "I had the strangest nightmare." John turned around and looked at his granddaughter intent on hearing what she had to say. "There was this person in a white sheet and it was chasing us all over your house."

John couldn't keep the chuckle from escaping and Sybil looked at her grandpa with large green eyes. "That's an interesting nightmare, sweetie." John said and looked over at his son who was beginning to stir. "So what do you want to do today?"

"Fish." Sybil said with a smile. John nodded and looked over at Ben who had his head back in between the seat and the door his mouth hung wide open letting a river of drool to flow out the corner.

"Daddy?" Sam's voice was soft when John looked back, his son's hazel eyes opened to slits but soon jumped up looking freaked. "I had to most scariest nightmare ever!"

"Calm down, Sammy," John said glancing over at Ben who let out a snort but fell still again. "Let's talk it over at breakfast okay?" Sam nodded and looked over at the house his face full of curiosity. "What's the matter?"

"Why are we out of the house?" He asked scratching the back of his head.

"You guys wanted to go for a late night car ride." John lied. Sam looked down at Sybil and they both shrugged.

~DSCWin~

Eighteen hundred miles away in a cozy little house on the beach, Dean Winchester sat up in bed sweat beading down his face and his breath was forced. Something wasn't right and he had a feeling. He couldn't remember the last time he woke up with such a vivid nightmare of creatures he only seen in movies attacking his family back in Kansas. He flinched when he felt someone grip his arm and relaxed a bit when his wife's sleepy golden brown eyes looked up at him.

"Dean," she said rolling into a sitting position. "Are you okay?" She looked over at the clock that sat nearest her husband and looked back at him, the look of worry was clear even in the dark. "Dean it's almost five in the morning. What's going on?"

"Just..." Dean couldn't find the words that seemed to easy to say. How can I say I had a nightmare about our kids, Sammy and dad being in trouble without making her think I'm wanting to go back so soon? "Just had a bad dream. Guess I shouldn't have mixed horror movies and strong alcohol, huh?" He tried to chuckle but to him it wouldn't escape his throat, he was only aloud a small whiny sound that made Lisa's eyebrow raise.

"You never had nightmares after horror movies and drinks. What is this really about?"

Dean bit the inside of his cheek he wasn't sure if he could tell his wife the truth. He looked at his wife and wrapped an arm around her pulling her close to him. "Just had a bad dream. About everyone back home."

He heard a soft groan coming from his wife and looked down at her. "I'm sure everyone is okay, Dean." Lisa said looking up at her husband. "Why don't you call in a few hours and see for yourself." Dean let out a sigh and nodded reluctantly. He wanted to believe his wife but there was still that nagging in the back of his mind that he couldn't shake off. "Now let's go back to bed, honey. I doubt they'll be awake now."

"I just got to see for sure, Lees." Dean said as he jumped out of bed, leaving his wife sitting alone in the bed. His bare feet padded across the wooden floor towards the kitchen were he snatched the land line and began to dial his dad's number.

"Hello?" John's answer after the second ring. Dean felt his heart slow down hearing his dad's voice.

"Hey dad, I know it's early but I was just calling to see if everything was okay."

"Yeah, everything's fine here." John said. Dean thought he had heard a hint of rush in his dad's voice, but it could possibly be because of how early it was. "Just getting the kids ready to go fishin'."

"Yay fishing!" Sybil's and Sam's excited voice traveled through the phone line and into Dean's ear making him pull the phone away just for a second before placing the phone back to his ear.

"Sorry about that, Dean." John said with a small chuckle. "They're a bit excited."

"I could tell." Dean saw Lisa standing in the door way her arms folded across her chest and her look simply said 'I told you so'. "Hey dad I'm sorry again for dropping off the kids. I hope everything's going okay."

"Don't worry about it, son. Well, we got to go. Fish are waiting to be caught. Go back to sleep. Bye." Dean heard John's end cut off the call and Dean followed suit gently placing the phone back on it's charger.

"Everything okay?" Lisa said with a smile. Dean nodded and walked over to his wife and held her close gently placing his lips on hers. "Now let's go back to bed, shall we?"

"We shall." Dean smiled down at his wife and they walked back into the bedroom and climbed back under the blankets before falling asleep.

~DSCWin~

It was calming fishing with Ben, Sybil and even Sam, that John felt his eyes slowly close as he sat in his chair his fishing pole loose in his hands. A loud excited shriek made him jump as he watched as both Sybil and Sam were fighting with their fishing poles and didn't know what to do with it. "Benny help your sister." John ordered a large smile on his face as he rushed over towards Sam who struggled.

After a few minutes of wrestling with the fish on the line, John, Ben, Sybil and Sam helped reel in two large rainbow trouts. Their pink color caught the slowly rising sun as Sam and Sybil were hesitant in holding their catch. "Looks like it's fish tonight." John said with a chuckle. Both Sam and Sybil looked disgusted as they held their catch an arm length away.

After another hour of fishing, John, carried a large bucket full of five large fish and was walking up the path that lead to his backyard following his son and grandchildren who were laughing. A gruff looking older man stood next to the gate when they rounded the corner and John waved at the older man who waved back his eyes in the shade of his brown and white baseball cap.

"Robert Singer." John said when he walked through the gate. He grabbed hold of Bobby's hand and shook it a large smile on his face. "Didn't expect you to drive all the way from South Dakota to see me."

"It's the least I could do." Bobby said eying the three faces that looked curious and waited to hear what the two men had to say. "Is there someplace were we can talk in private?"

John glanced over at the three and cleared his throat. "Why don't you three go inside and watch some T.V. I need to talk with Uncle Bobby for a moment about some important matters." Sybil and Sam looked at each other then raced to get inside the house first. Ben stayed put curious as to what his grandfather needed to talk with this man he just met. "Ben please go inside."

"But I want to know what you guys are talking about." Ben said being the stubborn teenager, and if Dean hadn't told John that Ben was his step son, he could've sworn it was his due the fact he had the same stubbornness his eldest had.

"This is a man thing," Bobby said his taking off his hat to rub the top of his head before placing the hat back on.

"But," Ben started but lowered his head and disappeared around the corner. John and Bobby took a few steps away from the house to make sure they weren't overheard.

"So how did you get here so fast from South Dakota?" John asked setting the fish they had caught next to his hose valve and sat down in a lawn chair he had gotten for Christmas a few years back. "I thought I called you a few hours ago with a question but wasn't expecting to see you here."

"I was already on my way to your house when you called." Bobby said sighing he took off his hat and rubbed the top of his head before replacing the hat back on his head. "John, I don't know how to explain this but for some reason all those critters we fought years back, are appearing just as quickly and some of them ain't to bright."

"What do you mean, Bobby?"

"Well, just yesterday morning I got a call from my buddy Rufus up in Forks, Washington. Said a pack of werewolves came running through town but were stupid enough to fall for the simplest of tricks. He basically caught all eight of them by throwing a few steaks in a silver cage and locked them in. When we came back a few hours later to check on them they vanished. As if they never were in there to begin with." John looked confused but Bobby continued. "Remember Pastor Jim?" John nodded. "He killed himself a Wendigo just by pushing it into a fire. The darn creature didn't put up a fight."

"So that explains the ghost we saw last night." John looked up at Bobby who looked confused. "Last night a restless spirit came and went after Sam. I fought it off by salt, but that's it. I'm not sure if it's going to come back or not."

"Need my help with that?" Bobby asked and John didn't hesitate to nod. "Alright, I'll head to the library and see what I can dig up." He stood up and walked towards the front yard only to stop and let out a long sigh. "I thought we were done with these things twelve years ago. Why are they coming back?" He turned to face John who shrugged he hadn't a clue either as to why the things they hunted were coming back. "Well, anyways you take care of them kids and your son. I'll be back as soon as I can." Bobby scratched his bushy beard on his chin and walked out the gate and vanished to the side of the house, a large rumble of a truck sounded in the front of the house before he could hear the truck pull away.

~DSCWin~

John was sitting at the kitchen table his head hovering over his old leather book that he had on every creature he had once hunted. Ben and Sybil were watching television, while Sam was taking a nap, when John pushed the leather bound book and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew he was getting way to old to still be doing this. But he had to do everything in his power to make sure his family were all protected. As he continued to read his book his home phone started to ring.

"Hello," John said after the second ring.

"So you're back from fishing then?" Dean asked John could hear the smile in his son's voice.

"Yeah, we've been back for a couple of hours." John smiled as Ben and Sybil both walked in and looked confused to who their grandpa was talking to. "You wanna talk to your kids?"

"Please." Dean's voice was excited as John held the phone out towards his grandchildren who were starting to fight over the phone before Ben snatched the phone and rushed back into the living room his little sister followed her hand stretched out towards the phone.

John decided to check up on his son, who had been asleep for a lot longer then most of his naps. When he opened his door he saw Sam sitting in his bed his head in his hands. He was letting out small groans of pain and didn't seemed to notice his father standing in the doorway until John sat down at the foot of the bed.

"Daddy," Sam breathed lifting his head up. "It's D'n." He let out another groan. "He's in danger."

"What are you talking about, Sammy?" John asked he gently took his son's hands away from his face and Sam opened his hazel eyes and stared into John's. "Dean's just fine. He's talking to his kids right now."

"No, daddy." Sam begged setting his head on John's shoulder. His shoulder's shook as he started to sob softly. "I saw them getting hurt yesterday and then just few minutes ago. Daddy something is going to happen to them." John thought back to when Sam was having a problem back at Linda's house.

"I'm sure they're going to be okay." John rubbed his son's back softly. Sam's deep sobs echoed in the room. He wish he could convince his son that everything was going to be okay, but something made him doubt his own thoughts. Maybe things weren't going to be okay. Maybe Dean and Lisa were in fact in danger of something that used to haunt his nightmares all those years ago.

"Grandpa, your friend Bobby's here." Ben's voice flowed through the house. John looked at his son who was shaking back and forth trying to calm himself down.

"Tell him I'll be right there." John said and he continued to rub his son's back for only a few minutes before Sam laid back down and closed his eyes. He felt guilty not believing his son about what dangers might be stalking his oldest. His life and the life of Ben and Sybil were what mattered. Dean had the ability to protect himself as well as Lisa. But his son and grandchildren couldn't without him. John carefully walked out of his son's room and into the living room where he found Sybil sitting on Bobby's lap and was reading a picture book she wanted him to read. "Sybil, please go into your room."

Sybil quietly nodded. She knew that if her grandpa John was quiet it wasn't a good idea to argue. As her light brown hair disappeared down the hall did John sat down on his chair. "Tell me some good news Bobby."

"The ghost is local. Which means it's an easy fix. But only if it's still here." John gripped the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. He could feel a headache start to form and he knew that if he started to drink the hard stuff he kept in a cupboard he would sink back into a dark place he didn't want anybody to see.

"I'll call Linda and see if she could watch everyone." John said rubbing his face now. Bobby looked confused. "Linda Tran, she's a neighbor that watches Sammy every once in a while when I have to work or after his therapy sessions. She's someone we can trust." Bobby nodded and John walked into the kitchen to place a call. Bobby stood in the doorway of the kitchen and watched as the man that he hadn't seen in twelve years dial a number and start to talk Linda. After a few minutes of talking, John smiled. "She's going to watch them, tonight."

~DSCWin~

John and Bobby sat in silence in Sam's room. The dark blue walls littered with child-like drawings made even Bobby tear up. It was dark in the room except for the nightlight that automatically would turn on in the dark and so they waited for any sign of the spirit.

"Tell me again if it comes back, who was it and why is he haunting my son."

"I don't think he's haunting your son specifically but the man that used to live here." Bobby sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Back in 1987 Hank Humphrey killed his partner Larry Clark in brawl after they robbed a bank together. Hank passed away six months later of a heart attack and his wife sold the house to you. So if this Larry comes in he's haunting the man that killed him."

"And if this is just some wild goose chase?" John asked rhetorically. "I'm sent to the nut house, Sam goes to a hospital for the rest of his life and my grandchildren will never be happy again."

"John, you need to relax." Bobby let out a long sigh and both of them shivered as the light began to flicker. "He's here. You ain't no fool." They sat and tossed Salt as the ghost turned it's attention to them. And they ran out of the house. "Come on, I know where Larry's buried."

~DSCWin~

Dean rubbed his face with frustration as he tried to reach his dad either on his cell and house. But each time it would go to voice mail. Lisa wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him gently on the neck. "Dean, honey you need to sleep."

"I just can't shake this feeling, Lees." Dean said redialing the numbers. Once again it went to voice mail. "Dammit dad." He growled slamming the phone on the table making Lisa jump. He was never angry and she could tell he wasn't fully himself. "Sorry, Lees." He stood up and wrapped his arms around her kissing her gently on the forehead. She shook her head before dragging him into the bedroom. "Are you sure that we can handle another one?"

"Sybil's been begging for a baby brother or sister." Dean held his wife closer placing his lips gently on hers. His eyes closed softly pulling her into a deeper kiss but instantly something brushed against the back of his neck. He stopped and slowly turned around. A man in his mid twenties and greasy back hair stood his black leather jacket was open showing a army style shirt.

"Look what I found." He licked his lips locking his eyes on Lisa. Dean growled and stepped in front of Lisa pushing her towards the corner his eyes locked on the man that had entered his in-law's beach house. "A snack and the main course." He eyed Dean which made his stomach twist. "Don't worry, buddy. I just want a nibble of her pretty little neck."

"Over my dead body." The young man grimaced slightly before he tackled Dean to the ground revealing rows of sharp teeth. "Lisa get out of here!" He screamed holding the guys neck his teeth inches from Dean's neck.

The man wasn't making Dean's attempt to not be eaten any easier. For a couple of minutes the man had sent a closed fist punch across Dean's cheek causing his teeth to clatter together. But before Dean could push the man off of him, Lisa came running back in with a butcher knife and sent it into the man's neck. For a second Dean could only stare as the man's head rolled off his shoulders and rolled across the floor. Blood spattered around the room.

"Lisa, get in the car. We need to get back to dad's." Dean said pushing off the dead man's body off of him and standing up. Lisa stood there her eyes wide but as her husband walked over towards her pulling on a t-shirt over his bare chest and kicking off his pajama bottoms to pull on his jeans, she nodded and they rushed out locking the door knowing when they get back, if ever, they would have to explain all the blood in their bedroom. But that was going to wait, they needed to get back to Kansas to their families that could very possibly be in danger.