A/N: Well FF has still not fixed my problem with my reviews not showing on the website so I can't personally answer your reviews. To all who left reviews for C25, my humble thanks and I am so glad you liked it. I wanted to show not all monsters are of the SPN world. I do hope they get this glitch fixed this week it is very annoying. So we finally have the long awaited phone call. Hope you enjoy. NC

Chapter 26

"That was really nice you helping that woman and her son." Dean told his brother as they headed back to Bobby's after dropping Sarah and Ethan at the bus station. They were going to her parents to stay and they were going to help Sarah get back on her feet. Sam had bought them tickets and gave her some money for food and essentials. His little brother could still surprise him with his kindness to others.

"Wasn't nothin'." Sam mumbled not liking the attention.

"You're helping her start a new life and a chance for happiness without being abused. You should be proud of yourself bro, I sure am."

"Thanks, you'd of done the same thing." he shrugged feeling happy that Dean was praising him. "Did we get everything at the store? I lost track with everything that happened."

"Yes, what say we grab a bite 'fore heading on back. Bobby won't be back 'til later closer to dinner."

"Sounds good, how 'bout that sandwich shop that opened up? It has some interesting salad choices."

"How are you even related to me?" Dean inquired shaking his head in disgust as he headed for the Impala.

"You're just lucky I guess." Sam laughed with a shrug.

Dean looked over at his brother glad to see and hear him laughing for a change. He had not been doing enough of that lately and it worried him. Sam was good but he couldn't hide that something was going on with him and Dean was concerned what it could be.

"You're just lucky they have good subs there too." Dean smirked trying to hide the smile on his face. Now he was sounding like his brother again. Maybe whatever was bothering him, he had worked out. At least he hoped so. He didn't like it when Sam was in one of his moods and shut him out.

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"Hello." Missouri said answering her phone.

"Hello old gal, how are ya?" Bobby asked a warm tone to his voice.

"Bobby Singer, you old coot, I haven't heard from you in a while." Missouri cooed back to him.

"I know, been busy. I was wonderin' if maybe ya could help my youngest?"

"Sure Bobby, you know I will; what's goin' on?" she asked.

"Seems like he's been having these dreams, well more like nightmares really, that seem to be comin' true. It's scaring the shit out of him 'cause they're about his brother and they have me worried about him."

"I see." Missouri said thoughtfully. "As a matter of fact, I was going to call you. There's something you need to know." she said in a serious voice Bobby had not heard often.

"I'm not gonna like it am I?" Bobby asked slowly as trepidation crept into his mind.

"Are you sitting down?"

"No, I'm driving."

"Why don't ya pull over for a bit, we need to have a talk." she told him.

"There's a gas station about a mile up the road. Let me call ya back when I get there."

"You do that, I'll be waiting for your call." she told him hanging up. Deciding their conservation could take a bit; she heated some water to make a cup of tea and pulled some shortbread cookies from the cabinet. They had a lot to talk about and some planning to do. She poured the hot water into the tea pot over her special blend of tea leaves to steep and removed some cookies from the container placing them on a plate. She was pouring her tea when her phone rang again.

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"Ok, I'm parked and ready to talk. What's goin' on old gal?" Bobby asked looking out across the parking lot at the traffic moving around him. He sipped the water he had bought and waited for her to speak.

"I want ya to stay calm and hear me out Bobby." Missouri started sitting her tea and plate of cookies on the table before sitting down. "I'm serious Bobby; ya gotta have an open mind."

"Alright." he answered taking a deep breath and waiting for her to continue.

"I had a visitor a while back that's been staying with me. I've been helping him try to piece his life back together."

"And why do I care 'bout that?" Bobby questioned as a sinking feeling crept into his mind.

"Because you helped raise one of his sons and have both living under your roof." she answered. "It was John, Bobby, John Winchester."

All she could hear was silence on the phone and waited for Bobby to speak.

"Balls!" Bobby hissed through clenched teeth. "You're sure it's him?"

"I'm sure Bobby, you know me better than that to not be sure who I'm dealing with."

"Damn! Does he know about the boys?"

"No, I haven't told him. He's had a tough road Bobby and a tougher one ahead of him. There are things he must do before he meets his boys, but they have the final say so. I will not let John force himself on them. Understand this Bobby; the boys are going to need him. I'm not sure why, I'm not seeing that far ahead, but it's important."

"Do I need to tell my boys? Shit! I don't know what Dean's gonna do. After all that boy's been through; he may shoot first and ask questions later. That is if I don't shot him first."

"No, not yet. It's not the right time. We've got to keep them apart for now. Now tell me more about young Sam's dreams."

"He says he sees Dean dying in them. This is the second time it's happened. The first time came true but it wasn't Dean who died and now he says he's having another similar dream. It's scaring the hell out of him and has gotten me concerned too. You think the boy could have the sight?"

"Ok, here's what we're gonna do old man." Missouri told him not wanting to express any thoughts without seeing the boy. "John has a hunt he needs to do. If he survives that, I'm sending him to you and you're sending the boys to me. I need to see Sam face to face. You need to talk to John, and Bobby, listen to what he has to say before you decide whether to shoot him or not."

"What the hell kind of hunt is he goin' on?" he inquired thinking this sounded more serious than she was letting on.

"That's gonna be his story to tell you. Trust me on this one Bobby, you need to hear him out and then decide about him. He's gonna have a lot of questions, some you can answer and some you can't. I'll see what I can do to help young Sam and keep them here until I hear from you. This is going to change all their lives, your's included."

"Don't I know it. Alright, when ya want them comin' your way?"

"John will be leaving in a couple of days and I will instruct him to head your way when he's through."

"Good that'll give me enough time to convince Dean he needs to come back there. He doesn't have happy memories from Lawrence so he may buck 'bout comin' there."

"I'm sure if it's for his brother he'll come."

"That's true, there's nothing he won't do for Sam. I'll figure somethin' out to get them there."

"So it's about a six hour drive here, send them my way in two days, that would be Friday. I'll have John leave out on Thursday afternoon to be sure their paths won't cross. He'll have your address so he'll come to you afterwards."

"Alright, you sure he'll come here and won't come back to you?"

"I'll make sure he understands that he has to come to you. I'll tell him you know something about his boys. That should convince him."

"Alright, after I hear his story then what?"

"I guess we get them together. You call me and I'll send them back your way, we can't keep them apart forever. They need to know about their Daddy."

"If anything changes, call me. If I don't hear from you expect the boys Friday afternoon."

"That I will and it was good talking to ya sugar, don't be such a stranger."

"I won't, next time I'm down your way I'll stop by and restock some of my herbs."

"I look forward to it. Maybe I'll fix some of my special jambalaya for ya."

"You got a date old gal." Bobby ended hanging up the phone and staring off into space. Yep, he was gonna have to do some conning with the boys to get them to go see Missouri. Bobby didn't like lying to them, but he was going to abide by what Missouri said. She knew something more than she was telling him. He had no idea how this news was going to affect his relationship with the boys. He felt like both boys were the sons he never got to have; they were his family now. He didn't like it one bit, this was going to turn their world upside down and the one he was worried about was Dean. Dean was old enough to remember his Dad, but Sam was too young to remember either parent. The only thing he could do was be there if he fell apart and give him all the support he would allow.

Bobby finished his water and cranked the car heading back out to deliver the parts in the trunk of his car as he mulled over what he and Missouri had discussed. A deep sadness pressed in on him wondering how this would affect his relationship with the boys. After all, John was their father and there had to still be some feelings there. Would they want to leave with him? Would he see them again if they did? John better have a good reason for being absent all these years. He knew one thing; he was not letting him hurt either of his boys, if he had to fill him with buckshot. There were so many un-answered questions and concerns that he was going to have to keep to himself and not let the boys know yet. This was going to have to be his best performance yet. With a deep sigh, he concentrated on driving and pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind for now.

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The Impala pulled to a stop by the house and Dean cut the engine sitting there for a moment.

"Sammy?"

"Yeah, what?" he asked turning toward his brother.

"If there was something wrong or bothering you, you'd tell me right?" Dean asked carefully giving him a sideways glance. "You'd let me help, wouldn't you?"

Sam looked down at his hands that he was clenching into fists as guilt poured through him. They had always said they would be honest with each other, not hide anything from the other. Should he tell him what he was dreaming?

"What's going on?" Dean asked softly. "Talk to me. You don't have to do this alone." he encouraged his brother. Dean sat quietly while he watched Sam struggle trying to decide what to do.

"Let's take a walk." Sam finally got out just loud enough for Dean to hear.

"Ok, let me take the food in and I'll meet you out back." Dean told him getting out and opening the back door to get the bags of food.

Sam watched his brother carry the bags inside and sat in the Impala for a minute trying to decide if what he was doing was the right thing? He had no idea what Dean's reaction would be if he told him about his dreams. Would he think he had totally lost it or just over thinking the whole thing all together. Even thought he had so much doubt and trepidation about doing it, Sam couldn't keep it to himself any longer. Maybe with both of them knowing, they would have a better chance of changing the outcome like the other one. Dag had changed the last one by being there and doing what he did, so that meant it could be changed. Knowing he couldn't put it off, Sam got out of the Impala and strolled around to the back of the house to wait on his brother.

A/N: A special thank you to those who are reading some of my older stories. I hope you enjoy them. Thanks to all for reading, reviews are appreciated and welcome. NC