I know I've kept you waiting for this chapter, I'm so sorry. I think this chapter is cursed or something, because every time I wanted to write, something came up. And when I did have time to write I just sat staring at the screen and no words would come out. Everybody that has been reading, reviewing, putting the story on alert or favorite, thank you so much, you keep me going!

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It seemed as though their little swim in the lake had no consequences for either Sam or James, James was just a little…scared. And apparently when James was scared he got very clingy. Under no condition did he want to be left alone. Which proved to be quite a challenge when trying to get a child to go to bed. Dean had allowed the kid to stay up a little past his bed time, then walked around the house with him in his arms and humming a song before taking him to his bed. He had sat with the little boy, telling him a story he had made up for Sammy when he was about 6 years old until James fell asleep. Waiting a little longer to make sure the boy was really a sleep and not going to wake up and come back downstairs any time soon, he had eventually made his way back to the living room to watch a really cheap horror movie with Sam.

'Boys, pack your bags, we're leaving first thing tomorrow' John said as he poked his head around the door of the living room. Before Dean even had the chance to process the words, Sam opened his mouth to argue.

'But dad…'

'Sam' John cut him off with a tired voice.

'Dad, come on, you can't make us move again. Not with James here too' Dean turned around and shot his brother an angry look. He knew exactly why Sam was putting up an argument with his father. They had been in this town for a couple of weeks now, and Sam had made some friends. Some actually cool friends, not the usual geeky friends he usually had, and they were throwing a party coming Friday. Though Sam would not admit that to his father, knowing full well what he would say. There was no way their father would let them stay a bit longer in this town, or any town for that matter just because one of them wanted to go to a party, so instead his little brother had decided to try a different tactic.

'Don't get him involved in this Sam' Dean stated in a threatening voice. Sam looked at him, a hurt look crossing his face, he had apparently expected Dean to back him up in this.

'But you know it's true Dean, you don't want to drag him around the country, now do you?'

'Oh come on Sam, as if that's what you're really concerned about. All you want is for us to stay here a bit longer just so you can go to that party you've been going on about for ages' Dean sneered.

'Boys, stop it, NOW' John barked before Sam could answer. Both of them fell silent and faced their father.

'Dean, we need to talk' John said calmly, turning around towards the kitchen.

'What is it dad?' Dean asked with a loud sigh, not making a move to get up and follow his father, tired of the trips to the kitchen and the talks with his dad. He knew Sam could hear it anyway and besides, whatever it was that his father wanted to say, if it involved the reason they were so suddenly leaving, it concerned Sam as well.

'I think I found her' John said. Dean's mouth fell open as his father said the words. From the corner of his eyes he could see Sam doing a pretty good impression of a fish as well.

'You uh…found her?' He stammered, not sure he wanted to believe it just yet.

'Yeah, she apparently went to the emergency room in Moorcroft yesterday' John explained his findings.

'Moorcroft? But…that's where I met her, why would she go back there?' Dean questioned his father.

'I don't know Dean, maybe she feels safe there, I honestly couldn't tell you'

'But why would she drop James of here, only to return to the first place I'm going to look for her if she doesn't want me to find her?' Dean knew his father didn't have the answers he was looking for, but he just had to get the questions of his chest. John simply shrugged, not sure what he was supposed to say. A hand was put on his shoulder and when Dean turned around he saw it was Sam who was trying to offer him a little comfort, everything said between them just seconds earlier forgotten. Dean's first instincts were to shrug him off, with him being the big brother and all.

'It's good news Dean, now dad has found Chloe, everything will be alright, I'm sure' Sam said, Dean had always insisted that Sam was the girl of the house and Sam had done nothing but prove his point on the matter.

'Thanks for that insight, Samantha' Dean just couldn't help himself, he wouldn't pass up on a opportunity to make fun of his little brother.

'Jerk' Sam mumbled, pulling a classic bitch face.

'Bitch' Dean shot back.

'Boys, packing?' John said, bending down to gather the stuff that lay scattered around the living room and throwing it in the bag he was holding. With a loud sigh Dean got up, ignoring Sam's annoyed huff, who still wasn't happy about having to move again, but had apparently decided not to argue any further.

'Daddy, where we going?' James questioned when Dean carried him down the stairs, obviously noticing that all their stuff had disappeared from the living room.

'We're going on a trip buddy, you, me, your grandfather and your uncle. It'll be fun, I promise' Dean said, not really sure how he else he could explain, without mentioning they were going to find his mother. Dean didn't want James to know, he wasn't sure if, after they had found Chloe, James was able to stay with his mother. And he didn't want to disappoint the child.

'Oh…' was all James said

'You can sit with uncle Sam, and he will play games with you' Dean said when he was sure they were within earshot of Sam, who was sitting in the kitchen, pushing his breakfast around his plate. Sam looked up at Dean with a scowl on his face.

'You'd like that?' he added, James nodded enthusiastically, and in doing so made it very difficult for Sam to protest. Glancing at his little brother Dean saw one of Sam's trademark dimpled smiles creeping up on his face, even though he was trying really hard to hide it from his older brother. Dean ruffled his brother's hair

'Admit it Sammy, the kid's got you wrapped around his little finger and you know it' He grinned and Sam just sighed.

'Is it…uh…is it the water bottle?' Sam wondered, James shook his head frantically, Sam rubbed a hand over his face. He was really running out of options here and for the first time Sam had to admit he admired Dean for always playing stupid games like I spy with him when he had been little, never complaining once that he was getting tired of the game. He wasn't sure how Dean had done it, because he and James had been at it for half an hour or something, and he was so sick of the game.

'Uh…you won James, I give up. I can't think of anything else that's blue. You have to tell me' Sam admitted to James, whose smile grew bigger as he started tucking on the legs of his jeans.

'So, what is it?' Sam asked, still not sure what the blue thing was that was causing his misery.

'My sock' James announced proudly pointing at his socks, which were indeed a dark blue color.

'Oi, cheeky, I can't see your socks, that doesn't count' Sam argued, and when James only laughed at him, he pouted, pretending to be really upset about losing the game to his nephew. James giggled, the giggling growing louder as Sam started tickling him. Dean turned around in the backseat and smiled at his brother and son. He was really happy that the two of them got along so well.

'Please unca Sam, stop you won, you won' James squealed in an attempt to get his uncle to stop tickling him. Eventually Sam gave in and pulled James up on his lap to cuddle him.

'Unca Sam, I have to go pee pee' James whispered in Sam's ear, when he was done laughing, a panicked look on his face, Sam grinned.

'Dad, can we stop for a while?' Sam questioned. Dean looked over his shoulder at his little brother, than at his father, seeing the expression on his old man's face change.

'Why Sam?' He growled

'Because James needs the toilet' Sam snapped back, not bothering to hide the anger in his voice.

'Sam, mind your tone!' John barked. Dean sensed another long, tiring argument about to erupt, and when he saw the panicked look on his son's face he decided to end it before it could really start.

'Dad, Sam, don't start this again please. James really needs to go.' He pleaded with his father and brother. Sam turned his head to stare out of the window without saying another word and John stared at the road in front of him. Dean swallowed back a chuckle. Neither of them wanted to see it, but his brother and father were so much alike, probably the biggest reason they butted heads so often.

Wordlessly John pulled off at the next exit and as even before the car had come to a complete stop, Dean had his door open and jumped out, walking around the car quickly to get James from the backseat.

'Come on buddy' He said as he grabbed James' hand and started pulling him towards the toilet, ready to get away from the tension in the car for a second. He knew his dad was annoyed that they had to stop so soon into the drive, and they weren't even in a rush to kill some evil sons of bitches that would kill a whole lot of innocent people if they wouldn't hurry up. They weren't even chasing a lead on the thing that killed his mother, and still his father was in a hurry to get to their destination. Dean remembered what Sammy had been like when he was James' age, Dean had been sure that Sammy was going to attempt to try out every single toilet in the country. That would get their father annoyed, which meant that it was usually him that was dragging his little brother to the toilet, helping him pull his jeans down and lifting him up on the toilet, making sure he didn't fall in.

Now, making the same movements he had done so many years ago he sighed, all of a sudden not so sure if he wanted to find Chloe, and leave James with her.

Sighing one more time when James was finished he hoisted the boy up on his hip and walked back towards the car, hopefully Sam and his father hadn't killed each other yet, only a few more hours and they'd be in Moorcroft.

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In the next chapter we'll see Chloe again, it's the one I've been working towards for a while now. So it shouldn't be too long before I get that chapter up. Though my birthday and moving and some schoolwork could interfere with me writing this weekend I'll really try and get it up as soon as possible