Chapter 14-Rescue Call

They arrived on the steps of Missouri's home, Dean pushing to the front of the group with Tom nipping at his heels. They were both desperate to find out what was going on. They wanted to know where Sam was and what was happening to him. Dean managed to climb the steps, though he didn't even remember taking them, and was the first to press the doorbell. Missouri was standing there, a burping rag over her shoulder and Lydia in her arms. Tom ran forward and took Lydia, holding her against his chest.

"Don't worry baby." Tom said as he cradled the little girl in his arms. "Daddy's here." Missouri looked at the rest of the people as Tom hugged his little girl.

"I'm guessin' this is Tom." Missouri said as everyone came into the house. Dean nodded his head as he watched his brother's husband walk over to an overstuffed arm chair and sit down with his baby. John and Dean took a seat on the couch with Bobby and Jeremiah standing behind them. Drusilla, Ivory, and Veronica were still at the house, waiting for Veronica to get better.

"Missouri, what happened?" Dean asked. She sighed and went to the coffee table. There was the letter. She handed it to Dean with her hands shaking. He read it and felt anger and guilt all becoming mixed up in his brain. He passed the letter over to John, who read through it. He took in a deep intake of breath and crumpled the note in his hands. He dropped it to the floor and looked down at it. Tom noticed the lack of communication and looked up from his daughter.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked. "Dean?" He asked. Dean looked up at him and for the first time saw the person that Sam saw when he looked at Tom. He wasn't an evil demon who wanted to take over the world or someone who just wanted to see the all might Dean Winchester suffer. No, this person...this man in front of him, he looked like a loving, caring, and thoughtful husband and father. That's when Dean realized why Sam loved him so much.

"Sam...Sammy's sick." Dean announced to the room. Bobby gasped and Tom's eyes widened in fear. "And he said...he said that he's gonna die." Dean was now fighting back tears. Tom handed his baby off to Missouri again and started to pace the room. His eyes were flashing between green and blue. He wasn't mad at Sam for leaving, he was mad at himself for not seeing the signs and trying to find a better way to take care of his Sammy, the love of his life.

"Damn it!" Tom yelled out. John stood and stopped Tom from pacing. He knew that he had to calm Tom down before he tried to calm Dean down, because if Tom got angry, World War III could bust out and then they would all be dead.

"Tom, calm down." John said. "We're going to find him. I promise. But you need to calm down. Your emotions can kill us all if you don't control them."

"I don't give a fuck!" Tom snapped at John, pulling out of the grasp he had on him. "It's my fault that Sammy's sick and dying! It's my fault that he left! It was me John! And I have to find him before something happens to him! I can't lose him! Not again." He whispered the last part. John looked at Tom strange.

"What do you mean again?" John asked. Tom looked over at Dean.

"When you left Stanford with him. That was the night I got out. I went to Sam's apartment to find the fire department there. It was burnt to a crisp. I searched for him, but I couldn't find him. I thought he was dead. I thought I had lost him, but the truth was that you had taken him from me. You took him from me and left me wondering for years until I ran into this demon named Meg that kept talking about Sam Winchester and the power that he had. I knew then that he was still alive. I knew then that Azazel hadn't killed him." Tom said. Dean suddenly felt horrible, but at the same time felt like he had done the right thing by taking Sam away from there...right?

"Tom..." Dean said, standing. Tom held out his hand to tell Dean to stop talking.

"Don't." Tom said. "That was years ago. I had him again. He makes me feel completely human. And now I have to find him again."

"It wasn't just your fault." Dean said. "We were fighting. We should've seen that Sam was sick. And now we are going on there and are going to look for Sam...together." Dean said, sounding nice to Tom for the first time since they had met. John had to smile at how much his son had grown up over the past few days.

"Here." Missouri said, handing Dean a phonebook. "All the listed hotels, motels, inns, and bed and breakfasts within Lawrence are circled." She added. Dean took the book and opened it up, scanning the pages.

"Well, when we were little, dad use to tell us if we were in danger that we were to pick the first motel in the phone book, no matter what it charged, and we were to use a designated name. Well, if Sam's trying to hide from us, he'd use the last one in the book." Dean flipped through the book until he found the last red circle. The Webber Motel.

"What name would he use?" Tom asked as he looked over Dean's shoulder at the book. John and Dean exchanged looks.

"Well, knowing your brother," John began. "He would use something that you'd normally use to try to throw you off. I know he hates the rock star names as much as you hate food that's green and not coated in sugar or grease." John said. Dean glared at his dad for a moment before turning to look back at Tom.

"Before you go anywhere," Missouri began. Everyone looked at her as she laid Lydia in the little bassinet and then turned to look at him. "I want to know why Sam wanted to run away from you so bad that he gets himself hurt in the process." She looked at each one of them before pointing at both Dean and Tom. "And if you say this ain't my problem I'll hit you with a spoon."

"I didn't say anything!" They both yelled out at once. They looked at each other for a brief moment before looking back at Missouri.

"But you were thinking it." She said. Tom looked at her strange.

"She's psychic." John explained. Tom nodded his head. He sighed then.

"Dean and me, we kept fighting." Tom explained. "And it must have drove Sam away then. I fell in love with him, but Dean also loves him, and we were fighting for him. That tore him apart." Missouri nodded her head. That's when Tom suddenly screamed out in pain and grabbed his stomach.

"Tom?" Dean asked. "What is it?"

"It's Sam." He gasped. "I have to get to him." Dean grabbed Tom's arm.

"I'm going with you." He said. And with that, the two were gone.

What do you think that Tom's feeling? Is he going to be okay? Please review!