Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This chapter has information on the episodes up until 02/05/09. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 4 until they are released on TV. This is the start of a new trilogy. The first trilogy is: "Possession," "Broken," and "Sacrifice." This story takes place a little over ten years in the future after the events of "Sacrifice," and has the same characters from the first trilogy. I do not own any quotes used in the actual episodes.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: klandgraf2007 asked in one of the reviews about the other characters in the Mission Logo I created. I think the front ones are obvious. The back ones in the bluish hues from Left to Right are Jo (I choose an older character to play Jo than the one originally on the show), Becky, Wes and Jesse. I have new art, character profiles, that I'm creating. They should be up sometime soon. By the way, thanks for all the reviews everyone! It really motivates me to keep going! We're almost to the end of this story. I already have the outline for the next two done! Thanks to everyone for following my stories. It's pretty awesome. :-)

It had been three weeks since both Abby & April had taken off, and Dean was stuck at home to contemplate his next move. Despite several road trips and leads, they had been unable to track down Hannah. It was if she never existed. They had gone to investigate her apartment just to find it empty. No record of parents. No record of previous or forwarding addresses. Nothing. Nada. Zip.

He was sitting on the front porch, his eldest son next to him on the porch swing, both with beer in hand. It was a quiet evening although it wasn't quiet earlier. Sam had come over in the early afternoon to talk about the 'Jamie Situation.' Jamie had been at the other Winchester residence since his mother had left. Abby had sent him a laptop and webcam in the mail as a gift and had been communicating with her son via the web. Of course, she always made sure that no one else was in the room and, when Sam did take a peek at the screen, Abby was always in front of a blank wall with no distinguishing characteristics of a building to track her down. Recently, Dean thought it would be better to have Jamie back home, not only for Jamie, but for himself. He needed his son.

"Look, I think it's best I keep him for a while longer," Sam had argued. "What Jamie needs now more than ever is stability."

"I'm frickin' stable, Sam. I think he needs to come home. All his stuff is here and I can make sure he gets off to school."

"I don't think it's right, Dean," his brother rebutted, putting his arms across his chest, his lips taut. "And I think I have a say."

"Oh yeah, why'd you think that," Dean said, rolling closer to his brother.

Sam leaned close to him and said the words Dean never thought he'd have the balls to mutter.

"Because he's my son," Sam said without thinking.

It was only then that Dean had realized Dylan was standing in the hallway between the living and dining rooms, his hand clenching the banister. From the look on his face, he had heard everything. His own chest tightened and his heart sank as he watched Dylan turn around and walk up to his room.

Sam had left quickly after that, most likely embarrassed by the slipup. Seemed to be way the way things had been goin' recently. Everyone had been eating their words. In fact, April had called and apologized to him and Sam after hooking up with her mom. He figured Abby told her too, although he had to admit it sounded heartfelt. But, like himself, she was a good liar. Mark of a good hunter. Main thing was, she was well and with her mother hunting. That was good, he guessed.

As for Dylan, Dean made sure to sit him down after his own brother left and laid everything out on the table. No more excuses. No more lies. There was no point in coming up with more stories or alibis. He told him point blank what evil Yellowed-Eyed Sam had done to his mother, but he made sure to emphasize that Sam, Dylan's Uncle Sammy, the one he had grown to adore as a kid, had absolutely no control when the demon took over. And, that Sam still had no recollection of doing it.

"Your Mom came to me after it happened and we vowed to keep the kid away from him. So I had to keep all four of you safe."

"So evil-Sam knew she was pregnant?"

"Yep. It was part of his plan; a demon kid with vampire strength ," he paused, registering the look of worry on his son's face. "He's not a demon, if that's what you're thinking. The plan failed. He's a normal boy, although all young boys are a little squirrelly to begin with. Huh."

"What Dad," Dylan asked, leaning in the chair, rolling the cold bottle in his hands.

"It's just, your Mom almost died during Jamie's delivery. We had a big fight a while before it-- sorta like what we're goin' through now -- and I left. I hit the road and did my damnedest to find Sam and you two, to fix things. Your Mom was back in a cabin with Castiel protecting her. I had gotten a horrible message from her that almost sounded like a goodbye. So, I gunned it back to her. The pissy words we had said to each other kinda vanished. They didn't matter. I just knew I had to get to her," he smiled, glancing down to the wooden porch. "The doctor was already working on her. The tub was filled with blood. She was purple and blue, I'm telling' ya man, her skin was white. I was scared shitless."

"That's awful."

"A few minutes later, a baby cried and I couldn't help but be happy. Above anything, she'd want the little one to survive. Dyl, from the moment I held that kid, I knew it was my job to keep him safe. Sammy knew too. He told me after everything went down that I was the right person to raise Jamie; not him. So, that's what we did. And I don't care what Sammy says, I'm Jamie's father. He knows that too. He just let that slip because he's worried and frustrated."

"So, you don't look at Jamie differently," Dylan asked, taking a swig of beer.

"Nah. He's my boy. My upbeat, goofy, too-bubbly-for-his-own-good son. I don't love him any less because of things that happened out of his control. Hell, at the time, it was out of everyone's control."

Dean turned and saw his son smirking at him, and watched as he raised his beer bottle to him.

"By the way, I'm keeping this under my hat. You have my word," Dylan smiled. "This would be too much for the other two. Jamie is too young and he loves you. And April is too…let's face it unstable, emotional, you name it. But, I just want you to know I understand why you all did what you did. And you know what, you're a good man, Dad."

"Thanks, Son," he smiled. "Sometimes I don't feel like it though."

"That's just a genetic Winchester trait. Never feelin' good enough."

"Do you ever feel that way," Dean asked, concerned.

"I don't know," Dylan said, peeling the label from the beer. "Recently I guess. I feel torn..."

"How so?"

"Between college and hunting."

'Huh, that sounds familiar,' Dean thought.

"Dyl, I suggest you talk to Sam. He had the same issues, he'll have more of an opinion. Not that I wanted huntin' to be my whole life, but I never wanted to go to school."

"Never?"

"Nah. The classroom wasn't for me, kid. Not. At. all," Dean smiled. "But, I'll say this much. What we did, as hunters, is not easy for anyone. It puts everyone you know and are close to in danger. I kept away from getting myself involved with people because of that."

"Until you met Mom, right? Makes sense. She was already involved in it...and I'm pretty sure she could take care of herself."

"Yeah," Dean chuckled. "You don't wanna get in a fight with your mom. She'll mess you up."

His smile faded as he thought of his wife.

"You miss Mom?"

"Yeah, I do," he sighed, trying to cover up any emotion. "She's my girl." He cleared his throat before changing the subject. He didn't think he could hold it together to talk about Abby anymore. "So, speaking of girls, how's yours?"

Dean could tell by his son's smile that it was going not just good but great. He gushed over how cool she was.

"I love her, Dad."

"Wow. Strong words," he chugged back his brew. "I hope you're not just tossin' them around. That can really screw a chick up."

"No, I mean it. She's - she's everything."

Dean knew how he felt. He patted his son's shoulder, happy that he was happy. Deep down, he hoped it would be again too.

The demon held her mom by the throat, squeezing as hard as she could. The blood vessel's in her mom's eyes were popping.

April stabbed a demon down with Ruby's knife. She managed to swipe it from Sam's pocket again before she left the house almost a month prior.

Fuck. There were five more…and her mom needed her help.

"Give it up, Abigail," the demon holding her sneered.

'Mom, what are you doing,' she thought, hoping her mom could pick up on her mind. 'Just kick him away!'

Her mom didn't. She struggled in his harsh grip, continuing on with the Latin chant, her voice becoming weaker and weaker.

April ripped and slashed her way through the slew of demons, her vampire senses coming in handy with beings who could move as fast as she could.

'Come on, April,' she thought to herself. 'Get to Mom. Get to Mom.'

By the time she got to the last demon, Abby was practically lifeless in the demon's hand, the demon himself frozen and twitching from the scripture being recited. Finally, with two finals words, the demon dropped her and grasped his neck as the black smoke rose from his throat.

"Mom! Mom, are you ok," April said.

"Never better," she said sitting up, her voice gravely.

"Damnit Mom, I thought you said you were going to be more careful," she chided.

"I had to close enough to him to put some of that elixir on him, April. What, it wasn't that close," her mother winked.

"That's it," April said, throwing down Ruby's knife. "Mom, I've had enough!"

"What," Abby said, straightening out her dress, staring down at the bloodstains.

"You're completely reckless and it's not only affecting you but me. I can't concentrate on me when I'm focusing on you…and vice versa!"

"Oh come on," she laughed. "You're telling me how to hunt! That's laughable!"

Abby walked away from the grisly scene. Angered by her mom's comments, April ran ahead of her, turning around and walking backwards to her Mustang.

"Mom, screw you," she said. That stopped her mom dead in her tracks, a dangerous glint in her eye.

"Watch yourself," Abby purred.

"Take your own advice, Mom," she growled. Her mom hissed. "I don't wanna fight you. I just can't stand watching you be so self-destructive."

"What do you mean," Abby asked innocently, as if she didn't know.

"In our last three hunts, you've almost got ganked three times. You keep putting yourself up as bait. I can see it. I'm not dumb. On top of that, I can see from your skin and the way you smell that you've been breaking your code. You've been tasting the human cuisine in each city, and I don't mean in restaurants."

"Well, I did get some in restaurants."

"After all you told me, after you were so…God, I can't stand it anymore. I'm going home."

"Fine," Abby said, turning to leave. "Go home. I don't need a partner anyways."

That hurt.

"Well I need a Mother," she teared up. "And so does Dylan and Jamie! When you decide to come back to us as the Mom we knew, come home. I love you."

She started sobbing as soon her hands gripped the steering wheel, leaving her mom in the dust behind her.