AN: Thanks for all the kind reviews, you all helped me push through and get this up today. I hope you enjoy his chapter, still not extremely long, but a little longer than the last. Thanks charmed once again for wonderful betaing!

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John had been driving in his truck when he had gotten the call from Father Jim that his boys had taken up residence in one of the various safe houses that the priest had set up across the country. Father Jim had always had houses set up for hunters who were looking for a semi permanent place, either to rest or to heal. John hadn't thought much of it when he had gotten the call from Jim, knowing that Dean knew about the houses and that his boys had just needed some time to get back on their feet after a hunt.

John didn't like the fact that his boys were taking time off the road but he thought, for the first time in his life, he would let it pass. He would let the boys have a week to themselves and then they would be up and ready to go back on the road.

But the week slowly turned into two weeks, and then three, and John was getting somewhat agitated. He was tempted to call his boys and give them the bitching of a life time, but he couldn't bring himself to phone them. Not after cutting off all forms of communication with them well over a year ago, no he thought, he would give it a little more time, and if they weren't out and back to doing what they do best in another week, then he would go on his rampage.

Well that week had come and gone, and when John had received word that his boys were still in the small house, he thought he was going to explode from all the raging anger building up inside him, so he picked up his keys, checked out of the dingy motel he was in and was on the road. He wasn't going to give the boys the satisfaction of just a phone bitching, no this was special; it deserved a face to face bitching.

Slowly his anger turned to worry as he received a phone call from his eldest, he watched as Deans name flashed up on his caller ID, and he waited for the ringing to stop and the message box to start blinking. He listened to his eldest, listened to the fear in his voice as he broke down on the phone. It wasn't the first time John had heard Dean holding back the tears, he had heard it when the boys had gone back to Lawrence, but this, this was different, something was off about the tone of his voice, and how he choked up at the mention of his brothers name. John's anger was slowly turning to fear as he pulled up to the small house, knowing that something was happening to his boys, but nothing could have prepared him for what greeted him at the door.

He had stood for what felt like forever, knocking at the door. He didn't just want to break into his boy's home, but he was going to have to if someone didn't answer soon. His thoughts were seemingly answered as he saw a shadow move from inside, a tall figure walked slowly towards the door. John knew it was Sam based on the height of the shadow, but something was different in how he walked, and in how his shadow looked. He tried to think of what could possibly be going on as he heard the lock click, and watched as the door slowly opened.

Now he stood face to face with this man whom he wouldn't have known was his Sammy until he heard the weak "Dad" come from the pale chapped lips. The voice resembled that of Sam's, but nothing else bore resemblance to his son.

The oldest Winchester stood in shock at the pale, bald, and thin figure standing in front of him, images of the Sam he knew flashed before his eyes.

Anger overflowing once again as he came to the conclusion that the man standing before him was not his son, "What the fuck is going on?" he seethed, watching as the thing in front of him just stood there, shell shocked.

"Where are my sons?" he demanded, looking around the tall figure in the doorway, still not believing that this was his young, healthy, vibrant Sammy standing before him, whose eyes were sunken in and dark, resembling a reaper more than a 23 year old.

"Dad… its me" Sam said weakly, finally willing his voice to work, scared of his dad's anger, shrinking away from the towering figure in the doorway, never having felt so small before in his life.

John heard the weak voice, heard the figure say dad, but to him the voice was foreign, it wasn't his boy it couldn't be.

"Where are my sons?" he demanded once more, stepping forward, placing rough hands on Sam's shoulders as the younger Winchester tried to shrink back. John held on tightly shaking the thin fragile body violently, "Where?!" he screamed, throwing Sam savagely against the wall, watching as the boy screamed out in pain. John felt his heart break ever so slightly, at the piercing sharp scream, but he pushed it away quickly, his mind reassuring him that it wasn't his son, it wasn't his Sammy.

Tearing past the crumpled form on the floor, he began his search of the house, looking for the boys he knew were in trouble.

MEANWHILE

Dean had stayed out a little longer than he had to, knowing that his brother tended to sleep better if there was no one in the house to disturb him. But he couldn't stay out too long, he just couldn't bring himself to be away from Sam for an extended period of time, also he knew his brother needed the stronger pain meds for his joints.

As he made his way back to the house his eyes rested on the familiar black truck in the driveway, his heart sank, "Oh shit" he said, his mouth wide open as he parked beside the truck and ran out. His heart pounding as he saw the door was wide open, and Sam was crumpled on the floor, agony written across his pale features.

"Shit Sammy?"

"I'm fine, get dad, he's on a rampage" the young hunter managed to grit out, knowing the intense pain in his back could be taken care of later.

"What? No! Sam"

"Oh for Christ's sakes Dean get dad before he destroys the place! I'm fine"

Dean didn't want to leave his brother, he didn't care about his fathers rampage, Sam was more important than the fucking house.

"Dean GO!" Sam yelled, wincing once more.

The older Winchester knew his brother was stubborn and wouldn't let him look him over until he tended to they're father, so he stood up closing the front door, while listening to his father's heavy footsteps echo from within the house. "I'll be right back" he said as he moved quickly and cautiously through the hall, not sure of how angry and volatile his father was.

"Dad?" he called out, listening as the footsteps stopped.

"Dean?" came the gruff reply as the footsteps continued once more, moving closer and closer to where Dean stood until father and son were face to face.

"Where's Sam?"

Dean just looked at his father, anger and pain hidden in his fathers brown eyes, something Dean hadn't seen since the day his mother died.

"Dad… he's here" The younger hunter replied, looking over at Sam, who was still slumped against the wall.

"THAT… That is not my son" John replied, pointing at a dejected looking Sam.

"My Sam has hair, he's strong and athletic, a born hunter, that… that is not my Sam"

"HEY" Dean yelled blocking his father's vision of his brother, his father's strong words stinging Dean; he couldn't even imagine how Sam felt.

"Don't talk about him like that ever!" his rage at his father evident in his voice, not caring that his father was in shock over the situation, no one ever spoke about his Sammy like that.

A weak voice suddenly broke the tension, "Dean"

Both men turned to look at Sam, "Its okay" he continued as he got up, feeling his back begin to ooze, new 'bites' having opened, the burning sensation amplifying as he stood up straight.

"Dad, we need to talk, but I think you should sit" Sam said with sad eyes, as the realization that he was a disappointment once again to the Winchester family.

AN: Well you know the drill hopefully another chapter will be up at the latest Thursday… the earliest Wednesday, maybe Tuesday, but I'm really trying to shoot for Wednesday.

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