Disclaimer: Don't own anything, obviously!

Warnings: Bit of a cursing exchange between Bobby and John.

I just want to say thank you for sticking with us! If you're reading chapter seven you're probably a little bit heartbroken with a little anger dashed here and there. But don't worry! This chapter will explain everything. I didn't intend on the story to go this way, but while writing chapter six I thought, well why not? It is Supernatural after all! :D

Then: Creaking and snapping above him caused him to look up as burning wood came crashing down. He was vaguely aware of his own voice screaming as pain shot through his body, fire savagely tore into his skin.

Now: John had been hunting this witch for a month. Careful planning with Bobby and his boys went down the drain the second his boys were late. They had gone to the library to do more research on the house the witch had been living in for nearly thirty years. She'd been careful. Picking on the old, using their nightmares to create evil, to bring it into the world. He wasn't exactly sure how she did it, but she used the nightmare each victim had to bring spirits back from the dead and wreak havoc. The spirits could pop up anywhere, as long as she had an item of the spirit then she could be a thousand miles from the grave and bring their spirit up to do her bidding.

John was worried. It had been three days since his boys had disappeared, and he knew she had them. Bobby had called and asked every hunter he knew if they had ever dealt with a witch like this, none had. John had searched and searched, but to no avail. He sat in the small hotel apartment he and Bobby had rented. Two twin beds that had hideous yellow blankets with green swirl designs, a crappy bathroom and a small chair and desk near the window. Obviously he had made sure Sam and Dean had been in the room right next to his.

Bobby walked into the room and sighed. "I just got off the phone with Caleb, he's never heard anything of it."

"I knew I should have gone with them." John said angrily. They had no leads on the witch and it appeared as if she had just vanished into thin air. They had been close on finding her house when Sam and Dean had left. Sam had called on his way home and said they had the county records on her house.

"Don't blame yourself, idjit. That witch is around here somewhere and we're gonna find her." Bobby said, taking off his baseball cap and setting it on the table. "What is that name they call her?"

"Viccki. Lore says witches like Vich-chi," John said her name sarcastically, "are deadly. The victims they use always die unless their spell is interrupted. Whatever the hell that means."

"We still got time, John, it takes a week to complete each spell she is using, at least, based on the spirits other hunters are tellin' me about." Bobby said and put a hand on the other hunter's shoulder as a comfort. He turned to pick up his hat and was preparing to sit on the bed when he heard John mutter.

"I still shouldn't have let them go. I need to find her and kill her." Bobby turned back around slowly, wondering if he heard him right.

"Don't cha mean ya need to find the boys? We can deal with her after."

"Sure." John said, flipping through a few pages of research he had printed off of the Internet. Bobby bristled and stared at John.

"John, Sam and Dean come first, here." Bobby said. John gave a noncommittal shrug and kept reading. Bobby was stunned at the lack of caring John showed. Didn't he understand how grave their situation was? Or was all he could think about, taking out another monster? Bobby decided to let it go and went and laid on the bed to get some rest. For all he knew, he was the only one who really cared about the boys and not just the hunt. Bobby let out a dry, humorless snort as he stared up at the moldy ceiling.

"What?" John asked, still buried in his book.

"Nothin'." Bobby snapped moodily.

"Bobby?" John asked again, his voice ground out as he finally looked back at the other man.

"Ya wanna know? Okay." Bobby said, swinging off the bed again. "Your son's are captured by some kinda spirit raisin' witch and all you're worrying about is how you're gonna kill the bitch."

"Is that a bad thing?" John asked as he swung around to face Bobby, challenging. So be it.

"Yeah! Yer their Father, it wouldn't kill ya to be worried more about them than the hunt for once!" John's expression was un-readable. "Just like huntin' this damn demon!" John's expression changed then.

"Don't. You don't know anything! Just leave it be, Bobby!"

"I'm tellin' ya now, one day, those boys are gonna get tired of this 'life', if ya can call it that. And then they're gonna leave your sorry ass."

"They want to hunt this thing as much as I do."

"Oh, they do? Well it's nice to know that you know 'em so well."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You're unbelievable. Just unbelievable." Bobby abruptly ended the argument as he crammed the baseball cap back onto his head, glaring daggers as John sat back down and angrily flipped pages in the book. "Lets' just find Viccki." And Bobby didn't disagree with that.

****SPN****

Dean gasped, sucking in huge mouthfuls of air. His eyes flicked open to darkness. He frantically tried to look at his surroundings and saw a small fire, burning a few feet away. He calmed his speeding heart and immediately looked for Sam. He took in his surroundings and realized he was in a sewer. A slow stream of murky, greenish water flowed at the bottom of the pipe. He was thankful he was on the foot path, and noticed Sam on the other side of the tunnel. He looked pale, and dark bruises were forming on his face. A cut above his eyebrow and a split lip, he could make out form across the tunnel.

"Sam!" Dean called out and was glad to see his brother stir. "Sammy wake up!" Dean jumped up and prepared the five feet jump across. His heart thudded against his sternum, he couldn't force back the relief he felt at seeing Sam—alive. He backed up against the wall and took a deep breath and leapt. He kept his head low, so as not to knock himself out and land on the other side a few feet from Sam.

He ran over to his brother and grabbed him in a hug, wrapping his arms around him and hugging tight enough to gain a small groan from the sixteen-year-old. He'd had nightmares before, but never something that detailed and believable. He still felt the grief over losing his brother, still felt the burns from the fire and the smoke in his chest but none of his wounds were physical. He looked down at his brother who was covered in cuts and bruises from Ted and Will. People who had come from his nightmare…? Sam slowly opened his eyes and whispered, "Dean."

"I'm here Sammy. I'm here." Dean said to his kid brother. "I ain't going to leave you." he looked around the stench-infected sewer, seeing that it was empty.

**SPN**

So how'd you like it? :) Samsquatch67 (my awesome partner in crime/beta) and I are nervously awaiting your reviews! :D if you're confused drop a review and let me know what we need to work on, but I think we explained everything pretty well and the next chapter will hopefully resolve all questions :D