Hey guys! Here is chapter 6! Sorry for the long wait! Life has been busy with a new full time job and planning my wedding! :D Speaking of, special thanks to RSBCS for helping me edit :) Read, review, and most importantly, ENJOY!

Chapter 6

Sam stared at the door of the motel room, willing it to open and for Uncle Bobby to walk in. Sam had been so relieved when Dad told him that Bobby was on his way. His dad had said he would be there by nightfall. Night had fallen half an hour ago. While Sam knew that Bobby had a long drive and that nightfall wasn't a guaranteed arrival time, the wait was making him crazy. Dad had ordered him multiple times in the past few hours to stop staring and help him clean the guns or do some research, but Sam barely heard him. Eventually, his dad gave up and left him alone. When the door finally did open, Sam nearly jumped out of his skin.

Bobby walked into the room, a small pile of lore books in his hands. "Sorry I took so long. There was an accident on the interstate that backed everything up for miles."

Once Bobby put the books on the small table, Sam ran up to him and gave him a hug. It took everything Sam had not to start sobbing into his chest and professing his guilt. As it was, he was distantly aware that he was hugging him a little too tightly for a little too long. But Bobby let him remain there until Sam was ready to let go. When he did, Bobby gave Sam an affectionate touch on the cheek. Bobby then turned to John and said, "What have we got so far?"

Sam took a seat on the bed as John took a deep breath and explained, "We don't have much. We know that it is a pair, a couple from the sounds of it. We know that they see Dean as a food source. There wasn't much blood in the car, so I'm not sure what they are consuming from him. But one of them mentioned that Dean looked like he would last a few days, so we have a rough deadline of when to find him. And this was all yesterday."

"Balls. No idea what this thing is?"

John shook his head. "None. Right now my focus is getting a location on Dean and then we can deal with the what after that."

Sam saw Bobby give curt nod and say, "Let's start cracking open some books then. I grabbed what few lore books I have pertaining to spell work. One of them must have a tracking spell in there somewhere."

They each took a book out of the stack and began to flip through them. It was silent save the sound of rusting pages, so much so that it was suffocating. Sam realized Bobby must have felt the same way when he heard him said in an annoyed tone, "So John, now that we are all together trying to save your son's life, why don't you tell us what actually happened when he left. And none of this 'He made his decision' bullcrap."

Sam looked up from his book to look at his dad. He had asked his dad that question many times in the month after Dean left. His dad had always given him that same answer and would refuse to say anything else about it.

To his surprise, his dad closed his eyes and said "Alright."

One year ago…

John woke up around just after dawn to the sounds of packing. This was odd for two reasons. Reason number one being that they were still working on a case here, so they weren't going anywhere. Reason number two being that it was just after dawn on a Saturday, with the only other occupants of the hotel room being two teenage boys who practically had to be dragged out of bed to wake up before 8, let alone 5:30. Sam had gotten both of his shoulders dislocated by a sadistic werewolf during their hunt that night and was on some heavy duty painkillers, so that only left one other option.

Squinting his eyes shut and taking a deep breath, John said in a half asleep voice, "Dean, what are you doing?"

John became more alert when he heard his oldest son softly curse. His son was clearly trying to hide something. John opened his eyes again to see Deans duffle bag on his shoulder.

Not wanting to wake Sam, John softly asked, "Where do you think you are going?"

John watched Deans face morph from looks of panic to defiance to sadness. Keeping his bag on his shoulder, Dean softly replied, "Let's talk outside."

John looked over at his still sleeping youngest and nodded his head, not liking where this was going.

John followed Dean to the motel parking lot and asked again, "What's going on here?"

Dean took a deep breath before he said, "I'm leaving Dad, and I am taking Sam with me."

John was stunned at his sons announcement. Stunned silence quickly turned to rage. "The hell you are. You aren't going anywhere and neither is your brother. Now get back inside before I tan your hide."

Dean stood to his full height and said defiantly, "The only reason I will be going back inside is to get Sam and his things. He doesn't belong in this life. Look at his life up to now. He is 14 and has been to a million different schools, has gotten serious injuries that he shouldn't even know about at his age and -"

"And this is the only life he has ever known," John interrupted. "Getting hurt is just part of the job. He will get used to it. Besides, say you do take him. Where would you go? How would you provide for yourself and him. You are eighteen now, so the five finger discount isn't going to land you in a boys home. It's going to land you in jail and Sam with CPS. Is that really what you want?"

Dean was silent for a minute before he spoke again, "Fine. Then I will leave and come back for Sam when I have a good income and a stable home for him. It is what he deserves in life."

Alarm grew in John's mind as the reality of how serious his eldest was about leaving hit him. "Family is all we have in this world. Just stay and finish what we started."

Dean sagged his shoulders and said, "I will stay if we stop hunting for something we may never find. Give Sam his last chance for a normal childhood and we can all stay together."

John's vision went red again. "I'm not about to abandon the search for your mother's killer. And neither are you! We are saving lives with what we do!"

"We aren't the only hunters on earth! Mom wouldn't want this for us, least of all him! Hell Dad, he doesn't even remember her!"

Dean barely finished the sentence before he was nearly sent to the asphalt from a punch to the face from John. "She was still his mother! That's enough!"

Breathing heavily, Dean responded with a punch of his own to John's face. "Maybe for you. But this is your obsession. Not his. Have you ever taken a minute to actually look at Sammy and ask what he wants? He hates this life! How have you not noticed that?! Or are you so obsessed that you simply don't care?"

Before John could respond, he heard the telltale squeak of the hotel door being opened as Sam blearily walked out of the room and asked, "What's going on?"

Present…

John took a deep breath as he looked towards Sam and said, "Well, you know the rest."

Sam however was torn between the desire to throw up and pure rage. In a deadly voice, Sam softly said, "Why didn't you tell me that Dean didn't abandon me?"

John huffed out an agitated breath and told him, "Because he did. He left both of us."

Sam exploded and, with tears pouring down his face, shouted, "No Dad! He abandoned you! He was going to come back for me! Jesus Dad, I have spent the past year ignoring his calls and thinking the worst of him! And now I might never get to make that right. How am I supposed to live with that?!"

Glaring at John, silently daring him to respond and find out what would happen, Bobby put a calming hand on Sam's shoulder and softly said, "Don't worry son, we will find him. God help me, we will find him."

John remained silent until he slammed his hand on a page of an old book and, in a determined tone, said, "And I think I just found the spell to do it."

To be continued…