Hey everybody! Here it is! The moment ya'll been waiting for. The chapter is really short, but I hope all the more dramatic! Hope it's to your satisfaction.

"Where the hell is my son?" John bellowed at the top of his lungs, barging into the large suburban home.

John was beyond furious as Hell. He had been in a sour mood since the moment he checked his voicemail that morning and received the Winslow's message revealing to him they have his son. He didn't bother to call back as that very moment had him and his eldest son flying at the speed of light towards the address left over the phone. The anger welling inside him simmered and boiled along the way across the entire length of both states.

It had been nearly four months and now these people decide to call. They didn't sound like the bastards that stole him away, but it was possible they were in ties with them. More than likely that was the case. Every part of him wanted to throw the human handbook out the window and torture and slaughter these people. Many scenarios flashed in and out of his head thinking what has become of his son; what these people might have done to him. Why else would they have waited this long to call? He had no idea what to expect when he pulled up to the classy suburban home.

Wrenching the door open, and ordering his eldest to stay in the car, he stormed up the steps and barged into the house. "Where the hell is my son?" he yelled again.

Startled, Jared bounded up to the main entrance of the house, weary of the sudden intruder.

John caught sight of the man first and stomped up towards him. "Where is he? Where's Sam, you son of a bitch?"

"Whoa sir! Calm down," Jared ordered raising his hands.

"Don't tell me to calm down, you piece of shit," he swung at him, intending on maiming the fellow.

But the guy was equally swift as John was strong. Jared dodged the punch, coming up behind the man, and locking his arms underneath his armpits. "Get the hell off me," John snarled.

"Not until you calm down," Jared spat.

John struggled with the man, trying to wrench free of the brute. Finally Jared, using his military tactics, slipped his foot beneath John's and caused him to lose his balance, quickly knocking him to the ground and pinning him in place. The giant man continued to struggle, squirming and bouncing, but it was no use. Jared had him well pinned.

Hannah came running out from the kitchen door. "What the hell is going on?"

"Where's my brother?" a child's demanding voice called out.

Her attention was turned towards the door to see a partially bandaged child waltz through.

"Where's Sam?"

"Dean. I told you wait in the car," John yelled from the floor.

"Dad! Get off him you sonuvabitch!" He ran at Jared, with his hand on his backpack, struggling to get it open.

"Stop. Stop. Stop," Hannah ran forward keeping the child from charging at her husband.

"Get out of the way lady. Give me my brother!"

"Stop. JUST EVERYBODY STOP," she screamed. Her voice produced a mighty rebounding echo that if it was any higher it could've leveled the house to the ground.

Finally, everyone stilled.

Panting, she ordered. "Jared let him up." Jared did so, backing away coming to the side of his wife.

John got up gripping his wrist. "Where's my son?" he demanded.

"Sam's safe. He's sleeping right now. And if you don't keep your damn voices down, you're going to wake him up," she answered sternly, her chocolate orbs blazing.

"We haven't done anything to your son, sir. He's fine," Jared added for good measure, standing by his wife protectively.

"They could be lying Dad. This could all be a trick," Dean voiced, eyeing the two strangers suspiciously.

"Dean, I told you to go wait in the car. I'll handle this."

"Wait, you're name's Dean?" Hannah piped up, interested.

"Yeah?"

She turned to Jared. "Jared, remember the name he was saying when we found him. He kept saying 'Dean, Dean' over and over again." She raised her eyebrows, "It makes sense. This might really be them. Wait, I think I know..." she trailed off stepping over to the slightly leaning child.

John took a step forward threateningly.

Aware of the father's protective stance, Hannah raised her hands up in a defensive manner, "I'm not going to hurt him sir. I just need to see something, a visible form of confirmation."

When the man made no move, she slowly approached, gently grasping the child's head. Tilting it to the side, she found a long edge scar visible beneath his short hair.

Perplexed, the pre-teen just stared in bewilderment at the woman.

Hannah released him and faced her husband. "Remember what he said," she turned back to the two Winchesters, "Sam was having several nightmares about you. He said he kept seeing a boy with a long cut along the side of his head, and he was in a bathroom bleeding."

The little boy in front of her gasped. "I was left…on the bathroom floor in our house when the men came in. And I was bleeding."

That was it. All the proof the Winslow's needed to know that the slightly psychotic man and injured boy standing before them in their living room was their foster child's long-lost family.

"Oh my God," Hannah muttered backing away.

John, getting a hint that something was amiss, asked, "Who are you people?"

"As I said on the phone, we are the Winslow's. I'm Hannah and this is Jared. We've had Sam for quite awhile. We found a missing child's poster in town yesterday afternoon. And the first thing we did was call."

"I want to see my son."

"Of course," she nodded, "But there's something you have to know first. Sam has amnesia."

"WHAT?" both Winchester yelled in unison.

"Yes, otherwise we would have called sooner."

"Sammy," Dean mewled, hardly able to get over his shock. He glanced up at his father, recognizing John was in the same boat as he.

"How bad?"

"Pretty bad. He couldn't remember his last name. And it appears he can't remember any of his previous life. He was pretty tore up when we found him," Jared informed.

"What do you mean when you found him?"

"We were driving and..." Jared was cut off by the sound of screaming sounding from the upstairs.

Immediately everyone raced towards the stairs with Hannah in the lead. She ran down the small hallway and burst through the door first finding Sam to be in the midst of one of his chilling nightmares. Rushing over to the bed, Hannah picked up the squirming boy by his shoulders and began to coddle him, arousing him from sleep.

John ran into the room and froze at the seeing the pair. His frail heart thumped rapidly. Indeed it was Sam, his little boy, the seemingly kind woman was holding onto. He found him. After all this time and worry, he finally had found his baby. And he was alright. He wasn't emaciated, or brainwashed, or even remotely mindless. He was fine—and safe! Dean had finally caught up and stood by his side, also mesmerized at the sight.

The upset child wouldn't look up as he held onto Hannah. It was evident that he was too discombobulated to notice anything. "Mama," Sam cried feebly, "I'm scared, Mama."

Both father and brother stood there, paralyzed, hardly able to believe what their ears just interpreted. John's jaw dropped. The once strong stoic diamond-in-the-rough heart the ex-marine believed he had now began to chip and fray, like it was made of glass. His body began to sway, and he stepped to regain his stance, the floorboard creaking beneath his feet.

At hearing the creaking, Sam looked up and gasped, clinging onto Hannah harder when he saw the other two figures. "Shhh, it's okay," Hannah cooed.

At that, the crystalline glass shattered and now John felt like a mortal man. Tears welled at the brim of his lids, forcing him to shut them tightly in order to conceal his emotion.

Dean had to bite his tongue keeping him from saying something he might regret. His brother, his one and only responsibility, the one person he could always rely on to look up to him—treat him as the hero— now saw him as another face. He was a stranger in his brother's eyes, and it hurt. He knew his brother had lost his memory, but it hadn't fully hit him yet as it did in that moment. And he was afraid to say how much it hurt, because it was the worst pain he had ever felt.

Hannah appeared abashed, not knowing what to do or say, and softly whispered to the boy, "They're good people. They're just here to see if you're okay. They're not going to hurt you...Jared."

Jared understood immediately why his wife called his name. Gently placing a hand on the father's shoulder, he jerked his head at the door inviting him to head downstairs. John numbly accepted and grabbed his eldest. As the tall lug was leading them away, they overheard, "I'm here. No monster is going to get you now."

Good grief, poor John and Dean. I told ya I was depressing, but at least John had finally found his baby boy. Well, now that Sam doesn't remember, you can bet that will stoke the fire that is Papa Winchester's fury. Stay tuned to find out what happens next and what action he will take from now on. And don't worry, you'll see more action and horror in no time!