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When they got up the next morning Dean felt lighter. He felt a little embarrassed by what had happened the night before but at least his own thoughts were not his enemy anymore. Whispering doubts to him. He was sitting on the bed while Sam finished changing his bandages, when he noticed his brother's tight features.

"Sam?"

"I'm fine Dean, it's just a headache"

"Sam, come on, we talked about this last night. Your visions save people, so knock it off and let me help."

Sam looked shocked that he had brought that up. Chick-flick moments were rare, but reliving them was unthinkable in Dean's mind.

"Yeah and they also tear my family apart."

"Sam, look at me," Dean waited for Sam's pain filled eyes to meet his," We're solid. You said so yourself."

"Yeah, okay it's a bad one, but I haven't had a...Oh god, "Sam said shutting his eyes against the sudden onslaught of pain as Dean steadied him.

He was looking out a window, it was pitch black out. He looked into the room, his Dad was there but he knew it wasn't really him. Yellow eyes had him. At first Sam thought it was a replay of the McLeod's house, but as he watched he saw the difference. Bobby was on the floor at John's feet and as he looked around he saw Bobby's living room.

When the vision ended he just stared at Dean. What the hell was he supposed to say?

...

While Sam's vision explained his father's disappearance and therefore pushed his thoughts of weakness further away, Dean was worried. They had not told Bobby about Sam's abilities and now it looked like they didn't have a choice. Sam had seen Bobby in his vision. They had thought about leaving, but that would mean leaving both their father and Bobby to the Demons mercy, which they both refused to do. They decided that they would tell Bobby and Dean quietly thinking that he would ensure he was near Sam. Not that he didn't trust Bobby, but he was a hunter and you never knew where the shade of grey started with each new one that found out.

Their decent of the stairs was slow, Dean having insisted on going first. When Sam confessed something he generally liked to blurt it out without any thought of the consequences and Dean wasn't about to let that happen.

"Morning boy's," Bobby called from the study as he came to lean on the door frame, "How you feeling Dean?"

"I'm fine Bobby. But we have to talk," Dean said his solemn look telling Bobby that what he was about to say was not a suggestion on the breakfast menu.

"Okay," Bobby replied not failing to see the look of uncertainty that passed between the brothers as they sat down.

"We've come across another pattern that belongs to this Demon, "Dean started not looking Bobby in the eye," The children who it visits have abilities, powers."

"But Sam..."

"Sam has powers; he gets visions when the demon is about to attack or of people connected to it." Dean continued finally meeting Bobby's eye.

"It's been happening for about six month; I had another one last night. The demon is possessing Dad again. He's coming here Bobby," Sam explained waiting for the inevitable explosion.

Bobby studied them both for a full minute before he started laughing, causing Sam and Dean to exchange an incredulous look.

"Well there's never a dull day with you boy's is there? I guess we got work to do," he said simply as he got up from his chair.

"What?" Sam asked confused, "You're not at all fazed that I have supernatural powers."

"I'm more than phased Sam, but it's not like you're not the same snot nosed kid that I've known for nigh on 20 years," Bobby said simply as if there was no other way he could have reacted, "I've got questions, a hell of a lot, but for now we have to get a plan together. I'm guessing this is going to happen sooner rather than later, "he said going to the kitchen.

Sam and Dean shared a relieved look as Bobby came back in with a glass of water.

"Bobby,"

"Yeah Dean?"

"Thanks."

"I'm guessing your Daddy didn't react the same as I did."

"You could say that."

"You can't blame John completely. It's the way he deals with things, he reacts before he thinks. He probably regrets it now."

"It's going to take a while for the guy to be forgiven."

That is if we can get the dem... Ahh Bobby!" Exclaimed Sam as the whole glass of holy water was thrown in his face.

"What! I'm not gonna burn you at the stake, but I am a hunter."

"Glad we have that sorted," Dean said barely biting back a bark of laughter at Sam's incredulous expression.

"Now tell me about this vision," Bobby said throwing him a towel.

...

It surprised Sam how fast Bobby had accepted the whole vision thing, but then again it didn't. Bobby had always been the one who would talk to you if you did something bad, whereby John would always yell. So when he thought about it, he was not at all surprised. Sam just hoped they could stop his vision, because Bobby wasn't the kind of person to lie on a floor if he could have gotten up and Sam had a bad feeling that if it played out the same way he wouldn't be.

They had set up a few devils traps around the house and salted the windows and doors, but as they really didn't know how the demon was planning to get in they couldn't be certain it would be enough. All they could do was wait.

"I hate just sitting around like this." Dean said breaking the silence that had fallen over the three men.

"Look, I have some more books down stairs that might help us get this thing out of John, without hurting him; you wanna gimme a hand hauling them up."

"Bobby his arm," Sam protested.

"Sam stop fussing, the boy needs to do something and at least this might help."

"Fine, but let me help."

"Sam just keep a look out, it's getting dark."

"Fine"

"Sam, don't pout, "Dean said teasingly heading after Bobby.

"I don't..."But Dean failed to hear the retort.

"He worries about you," Bobby said as he led the way down the ancient staircase.

"Yeah, it's a pain in the neck," Dean said with a small laugh.

"It affects him when he's fighting, always worrying if you're going to get hurt."

"We both worry about each other, we can't help it, I wish it didn't affect us but there's nothing we can do about it."

"Yes Dean, but there's a difference, Sam can take care of himself, you not so much."

"BOBBY! What the hell," Dean asked turning away from the boxes he' had been searching to face him. But what he saw made the little colour he had regained drain out of his face. He saw not Bobby's warm brown eyes but cold yellow ones.

"You!"

"Yes Dean, it's surprisingly hard to get you alone, I'll just have to make the most of it," Yellow eyes said maliciously as he sent Dean flying into the nearest wall.

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