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Previously on Supernatural- Closing the door he wheeled back to the living room and closed the piano. His wife would be home soon.
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Dean and Sammy carefully walked across the street and headed back to their house and waiting family. Dean tossed the soccer ball in the air a few times as he thought about their afternoon at Mr. John's house. Sammy had acted like his old self again smiling and asking the older man a million questions. And he had taken to the piano like a fish to water easily learning the basics. He had even learned the first part of what Dean thought had to be a pretty difficult song. Sneaking a glance at his little brother Dean was thrilled to see Sammy still smiling. They'd definitely be going back to Mr. John's tomorrow. Something about being around the older man was helping the kid. "Bet dad's standing on his head right about now wondering where we are." Dean told his little brother. "We really shouldn't have stayed so long."
Sammy looked up at his brother and smiled. "It's okay Dean. Dad knew where we were. Caleb told him, remember?" Sammy made a grab for the ball tucked under Dean's arm pouting when Dean easily blocked him.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Now that's the Sammy I know." He thought blocking yet another of Sammy's attempts to take the ball. "Getting slow there shorty." He teased holding the ball out of his little brother's reach. "C'mon! Bet you can't get it!"
"You're on!" Sammy replied leaping up to knock the ball out of his annoying big brother's hands. Sammy tried over and over again to jump high enough to snatch the ball but he couldn't quite reach. Getting angry at his brother's teasing he picked up a small pebble and threw it into the bushes as hard as he could.
"Face it midget, you're never going to be able to take it from me." Dean teased as he continued to walk not noticing his brother's changing mood.
"Not a midget!" Sammy grumbled crossing his arms and scowling at his big brother. He angrily kicked at the grass near the sidewalk. Hearing a faint noise he turned and grinned mischievously at Dean. Sucking in a big breath he called out, "Caleb!"
"Dude, that's cheating!" Dean admonished frowning at his little brother.
"Nuh uh! The bet was for me to get the ball. You didn't say how." Sammy fired back sticking out his tongue.
"He's right Dean" Caleb agreed falling into step with the two boys.
"You're siding with him?" Dean asked incredulously.
"I'm not siding with anyone Dean. I just meant he was right about the bet. You didn't say anything about him getting the ball himself." Caleb pointed out. Turning to Sammy he added, "I suppose you want me to get the ball for you."
"Please Caleb?" Sammy whined pinning his friend with his best hang dog expression.
"Okay I will on one condition." Caleb negotiated. "When I give you the ball, you have to answer my question."
Sammy glanced from the ball to Caleb thinking it over. After a few seconds he smiled up at his friend. "Deal" he agreed. He watched laughing as Caleb chased Dean down the sidewalk before tackling him in an empty lot and wrestling the ball away from him. Running up to the two Sammy eagerly took the ball from Caleb. "Thanks, man." He said as he set the ball on the ground and began passing it from foot to foot. "What's your question?"
"I wanna know how you knew I was watching you guys." Caleb told him as he helped an unhappy Dean to his feet. "What gave me away?"
Sammy stopped kicking the ball long enough to peer up at his friend. "Easy. You wore the wrong shoes." He said. Seeing the confusion on Caleb's face Sammy sighed and pointed to the man's boots. "Your spurs make a clanging noise every time you take a step." He explained.
Caleb glanced down at his boots. "My spurs don't make. . .Oh" he groaned hearing the noise the youngest Winchester had mentioned. "I never noticed. Thanks kid."
"Anytime. Thanks for the ball, Caleb" Sammy called over his shoulder as he once again began kicking the ball towards their house.
Caleb and Dean walked behind Sammy watching him with amused expressions. "Looks like we have the old Sammy back." Caleb stated.
"Yeah" Dean agreed turning as a car made its way slowly down the street. Hearing the sputtering sound of the engine and taking in the rusted appearance of the classic '57 Chevy he grimaced. "Can't believe somebody let a fine car like that get in that shape. That dude should be shot."
Caleb nodded his head in agreement. "Bobby would have a fit if he saw that."
In the house
John set his coffee mug down on the table and stood. "Now that Sammy's out of the hospital, I think it's time for us to move on. Get away from this town and all the bad memories. We can be headed for that job in Georgia by morning." he told the others.
Pastor Jim glared at his old friend. "Are you out of your mind, John? Didn't you hear anything that doctor told you about Sammy's condition? She told you to stick to your usual routines and not make any big changes." He scolded.
"But Sammy's fine now. You saw the way he jumped off the couch and ran after Dean." John defended. "He's back to his old self."
Sensing the oncoming argument Bobby decided to throw his two cents in. "Fraid I agree with Jim, Johnny. Sammy may seem alright now but that pamphlet said that would happen. Said that he would appear to be fine until something triggers his memory of the event."
Raking a hand through his hair John glared at his friends. "I'm telling you Sammy's fine. I know my boy and he's tougher…" John stopped mid-sentence as a loud BANG! sounded outside.
At Bonnie's house
Investigator Logue stepped out of his car and stared at the seemingly empty home before him. Glancing around he noticed the lack of vehicles in the drive or in the mysteriously opened garage. Getting an uneasy feeling he looked over the hood at Officers Laurel and Hardy. "Officer Laurel did Bonnie or her parents say anything about having to go out of town?" he questioned.
"No sir" Laurel replied. "I told her parents that I might have more questions later and they told me they would be here. Something's not right, sir."
The three officers walked up to the door surprised to find it cracked open. Drawing their guns the men carefully entered the house. Finding no one Investigator Logue motioned for Laurel and Hardy to take the upstairs. He watched them go up the stairway before turning and walking into the living room. After a thorough search revealed nothing, he headed into the kitchen. Logue frowned as he took in the half eaten meal at the dining room table. It looked like the family had left in a hurry. But why? Seeing the phone receiver dangling from the wall phone the officer reached over and placed it back in its cradle. Now knowing the reason for the disappearances, he headed upstairs to find the others. They needed to get back to the station fast.
At the Winchesters
"Dad! Dad!" Dean hollered as he raced into the house holding the door for Caleb.
Caleb carried a trembling Sammy into the house and sat them both down on the couch. Hearing heavy footsteps he looked up as John ran into the room and plopped down beside him. "A car backfired and Sammy dropped to the ground like he'd been sh. . .hurt."
John carefully took his little boy from Caleb. Setting Sammy in his lap he wrapped one arm around him while he rubbed his son's back with his other hand. "Its okay, Sammy. It was just a car. You're alright." John repeated over and over in an attempt to calm his son. Growing increasingly alarmed at the lack of response from Sammy John glanced up at his friends. "Bobby, go grab that pamphlet and see what it says to do." He ordered before focusing back on his son.
Bobby dashed into the kitchen coming back a few minutes later with a handful of pamphlets. Scanning the papers he threw them one by one onto the floor in frustration. Tossing the last one aside he scowled. "The only thing they say is to get him "professional help"." He growled. "Doesn't have anything useful in it."
"What do you want to do, John?" Pastor Jim asked.
John sat rocking Sammy as he attempted to decide on a course of action. After several minutes, he turned to the others and said, "We'll deal with it ourselves for now. I think taking him anywhere right now would do more harm than good."
"You sure, Johnny?" Bobby questioned as he picked up the pamphlets and set them on a nearby shelf.
"Yeah" John replied gazing down at his son. Seeing the stain on the front of Sammy's jeans he ran a hand across his face. "Guess the first thing we need to do is get you cleaned up kiddo." He whispered as he slowly stood and adjusted his hold on Sammy. "Dean, go get Sammy some more clothes." He called as he headed for the bathroom.
At the station
Investigator Logue walked straight to his office and hit the intercom button. "Send Keaton and Arbuckle in." he ordered. He paced the length of the office as he waited for the two men. Hearing a knock at the door he hollered, "Enter" before walking over and taking a seat behind his desk. Motioning for the men to take a seat he began his interrogation. "Alright gentlemen, report. I need to know anyone who's been in or near my office."
Keaton and Arbuckle exchanged anxious looks before turning back to the investigator. Keaton nervously shifted in his seat knowing something was seriously wrong. "There was only one person near your office sir. It was just after you left and he only used the phone for a moment." He reported pausing at the angry glare aimed his way.
"Who was it?" Logue asked.
"It was Officer Lloyd sir." Arbuckle replied.