Disclaimer: I own the oc's, I have to make due with that.

"I wish I could help you John but they didn't tell me where they were going when I talked to them." Missouri said pouring a cup of coffee for John in her kitchen.

John had driven straight to Lawrence to see Missouri, after leaving Oklahoma. He stared down into his cup trying to divine his kids location in the steam. John had a bad feeling, he was anxious and filled with a sense of foreboding. And he knew enough to believe his instincts about these things. He had to find out where Dean had taken them.

"John, what's going on?" Missouri asked slowly sitting down across from him. She watched him carefully and he knew she was trying to read him, to see straight through to his dirty secrets.

"What are you hiding from me?" She demanded.

"Don't." John said shortly. He gulped down half his coffee. "I have to go. They couldn't have just disappeared into thin air."

"You should rest for the night. Last time I talked to Dean he said they were fine, just taking a break." Missouri told him.

"I have a feeling something bad is happening or is going to happen to them." John explained getting to his feet, pouring the rest of his coffee in the sink.

"Aren't you being a little paranoid?" Missouri asked.

"Of course I am. Paranoid is the only mode I have." John said sardonically. "It doesn't mean I'm wrong though."


Jack made an excuse to leave the movie a few minutes before the ending, saying she had to use the bathroom. Once out she limped out the front doors and grinned wickedly as she stooped to pick up handfuls of snow from a corner of the parking lot that had yet to be shoveled. She sat down in the drivers side of the Impala, tossed the snow from hand to hand snickering as she made a few quick snowballs. Jack stockpiled the wet arsenal at her feet and waited fro the boys to come around the side of the building.

Dean was the first to come a round the corner, his head turned so he could call something to Sam. He was gesturing and talking animatedly about something that had happened in the movie. The lines on his face were completely gone, relaxed for t he first time in weeks. Jack picked up the first snowball, ducked behind the driver's side door, aimed and-

"What the hell?!" Dean cried out as the slushy, wet snow beaned him right in the side of the head.

Sam had a second to laugh in shock before he had to duck another projectile. He caught it in the shoulder and both boys quickly went down behind a parked car and looked for their unseen attacker.

"Come out boys, I can see you." Jack called in a taunting sing song voice.

"She's so dead." Dean said grinning at his brother.

"Careful she has your car hostage." S am warned scooping up snow in his massive paws.

"You just declared war Jack!" Dean yelled across the parking lot. He glanced up over the front of their shield and nearly took another snowball to the head. But he got her location. Hiding behind his car, now that was fighting dirty.

"All's fair in love and war darlin!" Jack laughed back as though she could read his thoughts.

Dean turned his attention to helping Sam build up their own arsenal of snowballs.

"You go around the front, draw her fire and I'll sneak around the back." Dean said setting down their war plan.

"Why do I always have to be the bait." Sam demanded, but he was smiling all the same.

"Cause you make a better moving target." Dean told him.

"Fine you jerk." Sam picked up an armload of snowballs and scooted around the side of the car. Just cause he was the bait didn't mean he was going out there unarmed.

"Thinks he c an trick me." Jack mumbled as Sam stepped up from behind the Toyota they'd barricaded themselves behind.

He looked straight at her, his boyish smile making him looked younger. He had so many snowballs she had to laugh. He'd be hard pressed to juggle the load and hit her at the same time.

She looked over her shoulder to watch for the sneak attack that she was sure was coming and launched snowballs at Sam with both hands. He ducked them, he was a quick bastard, and launched a huge snowball at her. At the same time she was hit point blank in the back of the head, the cold slush dripping down her hair and into the back of her sweater.

She screeched and whirled around to see behind her armed and ready.

"Double teaming a poor defenseless girl." She sighed sneaking her hands down to grab two more balls. Meanwhile Sam was inching closer preparing to strike.

"Yeah, you're so delicate." Dean said sarcastically. He threw another snowball at Jack and she ducked so that it hit Sam in his leg instead.

"That was an accident, man." Dean said laughing at Sam. Sam shook his head selecting another of his mammoth ice balls and aimed at his brother.

"Come on man, united we stand and all that stuff." Dean said inching backwards with his free hand up. The snow was melting a little against his jacket.

Jack was about to open her mouth when she turned quickly and threw a snowball right in Sam's face before he launched his snowball and quickly scrambled inside the car before Dean could get a shot off. She slammed the manual locks into place.

She expected Dean to throw a fit but he just swaggered up to the car with a cocky smile on his face. He dug in his pockets and pulled out the keys.

"Aw crap." Jack said aloud before he slid the key into the lock and opened the door.

"Do you surrender?" He asked her leaning into the car, inches from her face.

"Never." Jack said narrowing her eyes at him. She screamed as he pulled her out of the front seat, dragging back into the icy parking lot.

"Get her Sammy." He said, holding her in his steal grip while she tried to squirm out of his grasp.

Dean laughed and tightened his hold, still keeping it loose enough though. Playing was harder when they were banged up but not impossible. Sam rushed up and poured his whole armful of snow on both Dean and Jack, shaking with laughter at the wet, cold twosome.

"You're such a little bitch." Dean said startled. Jack sneezed and Dean realized he was still holding onto her.

"Ewww!" Jack picked snow out of her hair. Sniffling she tried to glare at Sam but he was laughing too hard at them to care. She was soaking wet now, but he was red from the hit to the face he'd taken so she didn't mind that much, so long as she got back to the house and got into a nice hot shower.

"Yeah same here, guts and gore I can take but snow is just wrong." Dean said wiping the wet stuff off his jacket sleeve. Snow was everywhere on him, even down his pants and Sam was going to pay for that shit. This was the most undeserved case of blue balls Dean had ever had.

"Truce?" He asked.

"Now who's surrendering?" Jack said smugly.

"Hey, a truce is not a surrender. Its a cease fire." Dean argued.

"Its not a cease fire if I won." Sam said leaning against the car, grinning ear to ear.

"You didn't win, we're holding a truce." Dean told him.

"Only if I can drive." Jack said wringing out her hair. "You never let me drive."

"You can't hardly walk, how are you going to work the peddles?" Dean asked. Sam smacked him upside the head at his lack of tact.

"I'll take a rain check." Jack replied sitting down in the driver's seat.

"Let's just get home and get dry." Sam suggested.

"Double team him a t the house?" Jack whispered to Dean as she scooted over to the passenger side and Dean got behind the wheel.

"Oh yeah." Dean replied trying not to let the evil glint in his eyes show to his unsuspecting little brother.

Sam slid into the backseat, marveling at the fact t hat they'd just had an impromptu snowball fight in the parking lot of a movie theatre and that Dean was in such a good mood he wasn't even bitching about them getting slow and water all over the seats of his baby.

"Y'all are cleaning the car later, bitches." Dean said before he turned on the car and Bad Company drowned out any protests they might have had.

So much for that thought, Sam thought, smiling out the window as they pulled out of the parking lot.

"You missed the end of the movie." Dean said when he turned off the car in front the house.

"it was worth it to see the look on your face when you got hit." Jack said.

"Sneaky little bitch." Dean said affectionately.

"You're pet names for people are just heart warming really." Sam said putting a hand over his heart sighing exaggeratedly.

"That's how I do things." Dean agreed. "You should see me on Valentines Day."

"I'd rather not, might die laughing." Sam told him opening his door.

"He gives his girl a loaded .45 instead of a box of chocolates and straight razors instead of roses." Jack teased him as they walked up the steps as fast as possible before the wind picked up.

"Don't forget the rock salt and a six pack instead of champagne." Sam added.

"I'm hurt, seriously. I wouldn't give a girl a .45 on Valentine's Day." Dean argued, "That's more for an anniversary."

"Somehow I don't think Cassie would have liked something like that." Sam said.

"Who's that?" Jack asked looking back at Sam while Dean unlocked the front door.

"An ex." Dean said shortly. He quickly opened the door so they could hustle inside.

"Don't think she could handle the kick on a .45 anyway." Dean said with a smirk. "She's not like Jack-Jack here."

"Yeah I rule." Jack said prying her sopping wet coat off. She sneezed so hard she dropped the damn thing and it made a loud wet plop on the hard wood floor.

"Go get warm while I make us something to eat." Dean ordered both her and Sam, nearly shoving them towards the bedrooms.

"Sir, yes, sir." Jack said sniffling. The only good thing she could think of about being so cold was that she couldn't feel her feet anymore, so it was easier to walk to her room. Once she crossed the threshold she felt a beat of….something.

"What the hell?" She mumbled, she poked her head out to Sam's door to see if he felt something or if it was just her, but he was already in his room. She shook off the feeling and closed the door behind her, stripping down on her way to the huge bathroom she had all to herself.


Sam pulled his sweater over his head and was untying his sneakers when a chill ran up his spine. He stood up straight, taking his knife out of his pocket. He surveyed the room, nothing looked out of sorts. He went to the windows, pulled back the curtains, frowning to find them closed. He ran a freezing cold hand over his face and tossed his knife on the bed. Sam rolled his eyes at himself. Of course he'd get the chills, he was wet and cold and probably on his way to a spectacular cold and cough. Still, he thought pulling off the rest of his clothes, it was fun to ambush Dean and Jack back there.

Sam turned the shower as hot as it would go without burning his skin and looked at his reflection. His face was beat read from the chill outside and he was shaking visibly and he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so happy and relaxed.


Dean set the oven to bake the chicken and went to his room. After turning t he shower on, he hummed a song under his breath as he stripped out his wet clothes waiting for it to get warmed up. On his way back to the bathroom Dean passed the dark blue dream catcher he'd bought for himself, he looked at the thing, wondering if it was rally the reason he hadn't been plagued by nightmares since they came here. Or if it was just that they had taken a break from the nightmares of their lives for a bit.

Dean shook his head and reached out to touch one of the feathers, that the man running t he stand he'd bought them from, said were authentic. He felt a shock and pulled his hand away fast. He looked at the thing frowning for a few seconds. Steam was starting to billow from the bathroom, sending out its inviting warmth. Dean looked down at his hand. Static electricity maybe?

Nothing had happened since they got to the house but he didn't want to get complacent. He decided he'd ask the others if anything felt out of sorts after dinner.

Too bad that the moment he stepped into the shower he put the dream catcher out of his mind and forgot all about t he incident.

TBC……

AN: Okay so here's the sweet and lowdown on what's to come. Our kids are going to get a crash course in what could have been. How life without the supernatural would have went for them. Yes, this story has a plot and I'm finally getting around to it.