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"John? John? You with us?" Mike was waving his hand in front of John's face. John snapped out of his daze and picked up a grease rag to wipe the grime off of his hands.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Mike. Just thinking."

"Look, I didn't mean to rush you back in to work. You sure it's not too soon? I mean I just thought it would be good to get back into a routine but-"

John cut him off, "Mike, I said I'm fine… It's just, I can't stop going over it in my head. It just…It wasn't natural."

"It's never natural for a man to lose his wife and child or for a child to lose his mother and sibling."

"No, I mean there was something. Strange about it. Something I can't explain. Never mind." John shook his head and stood.

"Alright, well I'll let you get back to work. Let me know if you need anything."

John just nodded and walked towards the hood of the car he was currently working on.

Alan, one of the newer hires came around the corner as soon as Mike had left.

"Hey, um Mr. Winchester?" Alan said in a soft voice.

"Alan, I told you, its just John."

"Ok, um well I couldn't help but hear what you said earlier about it not being natural. You know, your wife's passing." Alan was taking his time and trying not to say anything that might be considered offensive. John was just staring at him with a confused gaze and so Alan continued, "I know I don't know you or your family all that well, being as I moved her not long ago. But you see, I moved to get away from somethin' bad that happened to my family. Somethin' that wasn't natural. What I'm trying to say is, maybe if you told me a little bit about what you saw I might be able to help or at least get you in touch with someone who can help."

"Alan, you seem like a nice guy. But you aren't making much sense right now and honestly if I tried to explain what I saw that night or what I thought I saw I wouldn't be making much sense either." John sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Mr. Wi- John, two months ago my six year old daughter, Hazel, convinced my wife to commit suicide." Alan took a deep breath and continued in an even softer voice, "Hazel has been dead for three years."

John took a step back from Alan and looked into his eyes trying to discern whether or not he was completely nuts.

"I know that sounds completely nuts. But it's true. If I hadn't witnessed it with my own two eyes I wouldn't believe it myself. All I know is, there's a lot of messed up stuff in this world, some of it's natural. And some of it, well, some of it is supernatural. Now I don't know what you saw, but I know the look in your eyes because I had it too. I didn't want to believe what I had seen either." Alan stopped talking to give John a chance to say something. After a few seconds he could see that maybe he had said too much. Alan turned to walk away but stopped with John cleared his throat.

"Mary, she was" John's paused to get his emotions in check, "she was pinned to the ceiling. At first I thought I was seeing things. But I can't keep fooling myself. I just- I mean- it's not possible. But that's what I saw and I know it. They keep telling me it was a freak accident but I just know that it wasn't. I don't know how but something inside me- it was no accident."

"I believe you John." Alan clamped his hand on John's shoulder and gave a small reassuring smile. "Look, I don't know a lot about this stuff but I know someone who does. I got a friend back home right outside of Sioux Falls, fella by the name of Bobby Singer, runs a salvage yard. I know what it's like to want answers and have nowhere to turn. This Singer, he can help."

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After weeks of debate with himself John decided he needed to take action. The sleepless nights, the endless questions in his mind, he needed answers. Maybe he was going crazy quitting down at the garage and selling his house, but sometimes crazy was the only option.

"Alright, Dean do you understand where I'm going?" John asked as he squatted down to look his son in the eye.

Dean nodded yes.

"You know that I will only be gone for a few days right?"

Again Dean responded with a positive answer.

"You are going to stay here and be a good boy for Mrs. Hansen right?"

Dean nodded yes. His breath hitched but he didn't cry. He hadn't cried since the fire.

"I love you Dean. I promise, only a few days. Ok Bud?" John said the words but in his heart he knew otherwise. Dean deserved better than him, Mrs. Hansen was sweet and motherly, she would take good care of his son. John brought his small son into one final tight squeeze before standing and walking down the path from Mrs. Hansen's door to the Impala. He climbed into the drivers seat and started up the car. As the car roared to life Dean ran down the path and right up to the drivers side door. His little hands grasped the handle and pulled and pulled.

John opened the door carefully making sure Dean moved so that it could be opened without hitting him. As soon as the opening was wide enough Dean climbed inside and threw himself against his fathers chest.

"Dean? What are you doing? I told you I'm coming back soon." John was trying to sound stern but his heart ached for his son, so afraid of being abandoned. "Come on Dean, let go. Dean. Dean let go. Dean."

John looked up at Mrs. Hansen who had run down after Dean and was now a few feet from the car. Mrs. Hansen had tears in her eyes as she looked down at the father and son. She shrugged her shoulders in response to John's questioning eyes.

"I love having little Dean stay with me, but if it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience to take him on your business trip… it looks like the only place he wants to be is home."

John gave Mrs. Hansen a strange look and she continued.

"His home is wherever he is with you."

John was able to pry Dean off him just enough that he could look into his son's eyes.

"Dean, do you want to come with me?"

Dean nodded yes so hard John almost started to laugh.

"Will you be on your best behavior? And do exactly as you are told?"

Yes and yes.

"Alright, grab your gear."

Dean bolted from the car up to the doorstep and grabbed the little duffle bag his father had helped him pack. It held everything that was precious to him. Dragging the heavy bag Dean ran back to the car and handed his father the bag. John threw it in the back seat and picked up Dean, placed him in the passenger seat, and closed his door.

"Goodbye Mrs. Hansen, thank you for everything." John said as he started to pull away.

Mrs. Hansen waved and chucked a bit when she saw Dean scoot across the front seat to get closer to his father.

It wasn't long before they were on the main road and headed to Sioux Falls. Dean hadn't given his father an inch more of space. He remained as close as possible. John had tried to get Dean to talk but after a while decided to leave the kid alone with his thoughts.

"Alright, you don't wanna talk, I get it. That's fine. We can listen to some music. Why don't you pick a tape Dean, any one you want."

John smiled as he watched Dean's eyes light up for a brief second. He knew Dean couldn't read any of the titles but he always loved sifting through the box of tapes to pick for his dad. After a minute or two of carefully looking over each tape Dean handed one to John.

"Good choice." John smiled down at Dean. He hoped he had made a good choice in bringing Dean along. As they drove in silence except for the rock and roll, John pondered on his choice. He didn't know what he was going to find out in South Dakota, he didn't know if this Bobby Singer character was really going to be able to help him or not, but he did know that he was right to stay with Dean. As he looked down at his boy who had fallen asleep he couldn't help a few tears from escaping. Dean looked so peaceful, so perfect.

"I don't know what I was thinking back there Dean." John said as he pushed the hair off of his little forehead. "I'll never leave you."

Alright, hopefully you guys enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you are thinking. Sorry this has been moving slow I'm hoping to pick it up a little. Let me know if you have any suggestions or thoughts. :)