Sam eventually cried himself to sleep. Andy and Dean moved the youngest Winchester to one of the beds in the room so he could sleep better. The older brothers contemplated what to do next.

Their father and Caleb hadn't returned, Sammy was a mess-mentally and physically due to the incident that had happened so recently, and they had no idea what they were supposed to do. Should they explain to Sam about the supernatural? Or should their dad do it?

"I think Dad should handle it," Mark sighed from his position on the floor. He held a shotgun, full of rocksalt, in his lap. Mark sat an angle so he could see his brothers and the front door.

"Dad's not the best with words, though, Mark." Andy countered honestly, "Give the guy a gun and he'll kick anyone's ass-"

"Better not let Dad hear you saying that."

"-but tell him to talk to someone and he'll mess it up."

"We could do it." Mark suggested hesitantly, shooting a glance at Dean who sat on the same bed Sam was sleeping on. "Dean you know Sam better than any of us, he won't completely freak out-"

Dean shook his head, "I'd rather wait for Dad. Maybe he doesn't even want us to tell Sammy-"

"And what exactly do you think he wants us to tell him? Hm?" Andy asked. He stood up from one of the chairs in the room and crossed his arms. "Sam the reason you were hurt was due to your imagination. Really, you weren't injured at all. Let's just pretend it never happened, okay? Yeah, that'll go over so well Dean-o."

The second youngest brother shot Andy a glare, "Shut up, moron. How the hell do you expect me to know everything?"

Mark cut in before Andy could come up with a response, "I think Dean's right, we should just wait for Dad and Caleb. At the least they'll know what to tell Sam. Until then, you two try not to kill each other."

*Supernatural*

John and Caleb arrived at the rental house, ready to charge in and find the toy when Caleb had an idea.

"Instead of risking our asses," he said as he pulled John to the back of Caleb's vehicle. Caleb opened the trunk with his key and pulled out a gas can and a box of matches from his first aid kit. John raised an eyebrow at the match box in the first aid kit but didn't comment. "We could just light the place up."

"It'll take care of the car." John nodded slowly. It was a safe route, burning the toy car so they didn't have to face the angry spirit. John took the gas can from Caleb and began pouring the gas around and on the house, thankful dark was setting in and the neighbor's wouldn't see him.

*Supernatural*

"Hello?" Mark answered the motel phone after it rang two times, stopped, and rang three more times. It was a code John had come up with so his boys would know it really was him calling, as well as the other hunters they were close to.

"It's Bobby, your daddy 'round?" the familiar gruff voice of Bobby Singer said from teh other end.

Mark inwardly smiled, Bobby was a pretty cool guy. He owned a huge car lot and fixed up cars. Plus, he had dogs roaming around all the time. "He and Caleb went to Caleb's house to take care of something."

"The spirit?" Just as Mark was about to ask how Bobby knew the man continued, "He called me yesterday needin' some help. When he gets back tell him to give me a call; I've got some information on the spirit that's been following your brother 'round."

"Good news or bad news?"

"Depends on how you look at it, Mark. Listen, just tell your daddy to give me a call alright?"

"Yes sir."

"Boy, what have I told you about calling me sir? I ain't that old yet!"

Mark chuckled and the two said quick goodbyes.

John and Caleb returned a couple hours after the phone call Bobby had placed. They came in, smelling like smoke and covered in sweat and ash. Mark relayed the information Bobby had given him and told his dad he needed to call Bobby back.

"Thanks, sport." John said with a sad smile, clapping the boy on the shoulder. He looked around the room and found two of his four sons sleeping. Sammy was curled up in a ball, twitching in his sleep, with Dean right beside him. Andy was playing a game of Solitaire on the floor and it looked like Mark had taken a spot on the bed since that was where the shotgun was.

"Did you...ya' know...get things taken care of?" Andy asked, abandoning his game and standing up in front of the two hunters.

Caleb nodded as John grabbed the motel phone, "We burned the place down then searched the kitchen for a couple hours since that's where the attack mainly happened. We weren't attacked and we didn't find that damn toy." He stretched his arms, "I think I'm gonna grab a shower, I'll be right back." Caleb went out to his car and retrieved clothes from his duffel. He returned and went straight for the shower.

The older brothers tuned out John's phone call and Caleb's awful singing from the bathroom, their focus was on Sam and Dean. Only when their father hung up the phone and began packing did they turn their attention to him.

"Dad?" Andy questioned.

"Bobby found a lead on a big time demon," John explained, "Get your things packed and get your brothers up."

"Problem," Mark said, his temper flaring. "Well, more than one problem but let's deal with this one first: we can't leave, Dad. Sammy-"

"Will be fine." John cut him off quickly, "Let him get some sleep, feed him, and some more sleep and he'll be just fine. Probably won't even remember any of this when he wakes up." He looked at his oldest son, "Get your things packed."

Andy cleared his throat, "We don't have any things, they were at Caleb's and since you guys burned the place down..."

"Shit." John half-shouted at his own stupidity. "No big deal, we'll buy you four some more clothes later. Get your brothers up, then. That's an order, not a request Mark." He added on when Mark didn't move.

Mark bit his lip and nodded jerkily, moving to the bed where his brothers were sleeping peacefully. "Dean, Sammy." he shook them both. Dean awoke quickly, Sam a little slower but they were both awake.

"What's so big about this demon?" Andy asked his dad while Mark ushered the younger Winchesters to the car. Dean had sleepily complained but did as he was told while Sam remained quiet, eyes pinned to Dean and following him out.

John hesitated slightly while he wrote a note to Caleb, "It might be the thing that killed your mother." Andy's face paled and he attempted to stutter a response. "Go to the Impala, Andy." The young boy nodded and left quickly.

John ran a hand over his face, already regretting his decision. He shouldn't have burdened Andy with the information. But...at least the boys wouldn't drag their heels, especially since Sam was hurt. Sam was definitely a weak spot for them, hell he was a weak spot for John too. This the first real lead he had on whatever had killed his wife four years ago and John was not going to pass it up. He taped a note explaining to Caleb the situation on the inside of the motel door before grabbing his things and leaving, meeting his sons at the Impala.

And...finish.

Sorry for short chapter.

There is definitely going to be a sequel, I don't know when but there will be one. Is this whole incident going to blow over with Sam like John thinks it will? Will the Winchesters discover what killed Mary Winchester? How come Sam could 'feel' the spirit's presence in the toy car when his brothers couldn't? The picture Sam drew at the beginning of the story, does it go deeper than everyone thinks? All these questions and more will be answered in: Innocence Gone.