Ok so here's the next one (58 reviews - YAY thanks guys!!) x

INFO - for the sake of this chapter, please just assume that Jessica already knows about the supernatural world - (it's not really a big factor that she knows but I just wanted to get on with the story instead of having to give Jess the whole "by the way it all exists" speech - I'm lazy, I know, but I don't think it would be that interesting for you guys to read anyway)

Alright, so Sam told her when she was pregnant, giving her a chance to leave him before the children were born (which she didn't obviously). She doesn't know the details (eg about devils traps or holy water), just that demons and spirits etc exist and that Sam and his siblings spent their childhood hunting them.

Far-fetched I know, but long story short she believes him à Jess knows about the supernatural.

Btw I'm guessing there are al lot of mistakes in this - only had a short amount of time to write it and get it up so didn't get to check it at all :S x

hope you like it guys x

"Dad?"

Dean blinked stupidly a few times before continuing, "Dad, wha…"

John turned slowly, from looking at his youngest, to his two oldest children. He didn't meet their eye when he said, "Dean, Claire. I didn't want you to have to see this…"

"Dad what's going on?" this time Claire spoke up, holding Abby a little tighter in her arms at the sense of a threat in the air.

John took a deep breath, composing himself, before turning back to face his youngest.

"Abigail and Sam are gonna come with me now"

"Like hell they are" Jessica stepped forward to stand by Sam's side, eyes flashing and jaw clenched, giving John a look of obvious disdain.

John took another deep breath, letting it out as he spun to face her, "Jessica. It's erm… nice to see you again under better circumstan…"

"Oh don't you give me that. What do you want with my daughter? Or Sam?"

"I know you won't understand, but I just need to fix this" a sense of unnatural panic betrayed John as he spoke, so completely out of character that every Winchester in the room winced, "It's taken me too long to realise what's going on already but now I do" he turned back towards Sam, "Sammy, I was too late to prevent what happened to Scott, but I can save Jessica"

"Wha... what are you talking about?" Sam stuttered, breathing sharply after the mention of his son's name.

John stepped towards Sam, speaking in "It was the demon Sam. I know it was"

"Wha.. the demon" Dean asked, a little taken aback by what his dad was saying… and more importantly how he was saying it.

"Yes Dean, the one that killed your mother killed Scott too" John faced his oldest as he answered.

Claire was now even more confused, "But the demon ca…"

"Sam?" Jessica's soft question caused everyone to stop still.

They all turned towards Sam, who had backed away slightly and was shaking his head over and over, his breathing coming in short panting breaths.

"No. no no no for once this is not to do with the demon. Scott died because I crashed our car. Not because of a demon or a spirit or a freaking…"

"No," John cut Sam off with a shake of his head, "no Sammy you don't understand. Yes, Scott died in a car accident but it was the demon in the other car, It possessed that driver and drove him into the side of your car because it wanted to kill off Scott and Jessica, and he…"

"NO!" Sam shouted, causing everyone to flinch and Abby to shrink into Claire's grasp, "My son, died because I wasn't being careful enough, not because of a demon. Because if it was because of a demon then I would've been able to stop it. If it was a demon that killed my son…" Sam's anger trailed off, leaving him with a quiet, broken voice to finish speaking, "Scott would still be alive"

Even little Abby was silent after this statement, Jessica looked ready to cry, blinking away tears, and Sam wasn't far off himself. This small moment of silence however was not to last long: John stepped slowly towards his youngest.

"I'm sorry Sammy" he said quietly, "But this is bigger than you think"

"I think you should leave" Jessica said brokenly.

John turned from her to look at his children. Claire was looking upset, rocking her niece in her arms, not even meeting her fathers' eyes. Dean was stepping forward, jaw clenched and eyes flashing in anger at his fathers actions (the actions that were hurting his baby brother), grabbing John's upper arm to escort him out the door. Sam just looked broken.

John mentally shook himself out of his weak state - he'd come here for a reason, for his children, and he couldn't leave yet. Not without making up for being too late before. Not without telling Sam the whole truth, all the facts. Not without saving them.

Desperation clung at John, and in turn he clung at his youngest' arm even as Dean was pushing him outside the front door.

"No, Sam." Sam turned towards him, sad eyes met desperation, John begged for his trust "please just listen to me. I came too late to save Scott, but this time I'm early, I know what this SOB is planning and… Sam we can still save Jessica"

"Stop it dad" Dean gave him a little shake as he spoke, "just leave". Dean pushed him out the door in anger, mentally running through a checklist of the number of lines their father had crossed in the past 15minutes. And the worst thing was that he was clutching at straws - he always had been totally obsessed with finding the thing that killed their mom. So obsessed that he sometimes put the hunt before his own kids. Dean and Claire and Sam all knew this of course, it was old news, but with Sam in the mental state he was, still grieving the loss of his son… how dare John try to make a connection with the demon. That was crossing a line, a whole new low, and just thinking of how screwed up Sam was gonna be after this made Dean just wanna…

Another hard shove saw that John Winchester was out the door, stumbling slightly but staying on his feet. He scrambled back as the door started to close, the stubborn…

"Sam,.. what if I'm right?" Sam once again made eye contact with his dad, eyes showing heartbreak and loss and grief… John knew that look all too well.

But the door was still closing, seemingly in slow motion, and all the while John stared at his youngest son, and Sam stared right back, their eye contact never breaking until it was blocked with the large block of wood that was a door slamming in Johns' face.

He stood there a second more in silence, heard racing from this emotional encounter with his children. But he couldn't give up, this was his children he was talking about, he would just have to…

The door creaked open suddenly, the eye contact regained once more…

Sam gave his trust to his father in his next few words: "Tell me what you know"

Ok, so you didn't learn anything new in this chapter, and its probably getting extreeeeeeemly boring, but I didn't have a lot of time to write this chapter (45mins in fact) as I've had a really busy week but wanted to get this chapter up asap (for BlueDragon007, as requested x x), so this is all you get for now - sorry!!

On a (completely different and nothing to do with the story so if unless you wanna you don't have to read this lil note) other note, I just wanted to say thank you so much for all your support and 'luck' in regards to my GCSE results. I did better than I expected (3A*s, 3As & 5Bs - for those of you who requested to know) and it really put a smile on my face that so many of you on here wished me good luck, so thanks again :D x x x

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