A/N: I know everyone is trying to cope with what is happening in the world right now. Parents are having to become teachers and trying to keep their kids entertained. There are those who can't work with all the businesses being closed and that has to be putting more stress and worry on you. I think things will get better we just have to have faith, hope, patience, understanding, and looking out for each other. We are a strong nation and pulling together we will get through it.

Maybe this will make your day a little brighter, I am posting the next chapter of this story. I hope you enjoy it and send me some love with a review. NC

Chapter 10

Dean heard a cell ringing and went in search of his jacket to answer it. He pulled it out and flipped it open. "Hello," he said.

"Thought I'd call and let you know yer Daddy is being released in the morning," Bobby told him.

"I'm sure Dad pressed the issue for that to happen," he chuckled softly.

"The doc only agreed if he would take it easy for at least a week and give his body time to heal. He's going to come home with me for a while."

"Good. Hopefully maybe he'll rest and do that."

"How's Sam?"

"I think he's getting a handle on things and Missouri is going to do what she can to help."

"That's good. I knew if anyone might be able to lend a hand it was her. How are you handling all this?"

"I'm keeping an open mind and trying to show Sammy I will be there for him, no matter what. I think I've convinced him of it."

"That's good Dean. Sam needs to know we're here for him. I'll talk to John and see if I can reason with him."

"Good luck with that. Dad will have to come to terms with this if he wants a relationship with either of us," Dean stated firmly showing his anger. "He has to see past these powers and see Sam is still his son, that hasn't changed."

"Take it easy son, I think he'll come around. You just take care of yer brother and yourself."

"I will Bobby. Let me know when you get home with Dad."

"I will, if you need anything you call me."

"Okay Bobby, bye," Dean said ending the call and dropping his cell back in his jacket pocket. He saw the shadow of his brother disappear around the corner and knew Sam had been listening to his conversation. He swore under his breath not sure how Sam was going to react to what he said about their Dad. That was still a touchy subject that neither of them had broached yet. He knew they needed to talk about it, but Dean wanted to let Sam settle first before possibly upsetting him again.

Sam had been passing when he heard Dean answer his cell and knew he was talking to Bobby about their father. He couldn't help himself as he stood in the hallway listening to Dean's side of the conversation. He suddenly stiffened and sucked in a sharp, quiet breath when he heard his brother say, 'Dad will have to come to terms with this if he wants a relationship with either of us,' and caught his lower lip between his teeth, biting so hard he tasted blood. He slid around the corner and hurried outside into the late afternoon, letting the last dying rays of sunlight shine on him hoping it might warm his cold body. He wrapped his arms around his body and shivered, before stepping on into the yard and toward the shed. Sam had seen bird food sitting in a plastic bucket just inside the door and decided to fill the birdfeeders for Missouri. He had to do something to take his mind off what he had heard. He carried the bucket to the feeders and started filling them one, by one.

Dean met Missouri coming down the hall and let her step into the kitchen first. He followed her and looked around for his brother and frowned when he didn't see him.

"I think he's outside Dean," Missouri offered. "I'm going to start some dinner for us. It should be ready in about an hour or so."

"Thanks," Dean nodded moving to the door and stepping onto the deck. He saw Sam by the feeders and watched him fill one before moving to another. He didn't go to him. Dean got the feeling he needed to be alone right now and walked back inside.

spn

After putting the bird food back in the shed, Sam decided to take a walk and went out the side gate and strolled by their cars as he headed down the road. He wanted to clear his head and wasn't paying attention to where he was walking until he looked up and realized he was on the street where they used to live. He stopped short and looked a couple houses down and saw it. It looked like the house in the picture he had seen in his Dad's journal. Sam walked slowly down the street and stopped in front of it to stare at it with wonderment.

He jumped slightly when the front door opened, and a man and woman and two kids came out and went to a van parked in the driveway to get in. He watched them back out and pull down the road past him, only giving him a casual glance. His gaze went back to the house again and he tried to picture his family living there. His eyes drifted to the second floor and to the window wondering if that had been his bedroom where their Mom had died in a fire. Sam stiffened when he thought he saw a shadow past by the second story window, but decided it was the light playing tricks on his eyes. He was lost in thought and didn't realize how long he had been standing there.

A familiar rumble of a car engine pulled him back to reality and he looked down the street to see the Impala slowly rolling down it and stopping beside him. Dean rolled his window down and looked at Sam and then at the house before speaking.

"Figured I find you here," Dean said.

"I was only taking a walk and ended up here," Sam said innocently kicking at the dirt where he was standing. He felt like a little kid that got caught doing something he was told not to.

"Get in, Missouri has dinner about ready," Dean told him, keeping his voice calm and even.

Sam didn't say anything else as he walked around the car and got in on the passenger side slumping down in the seat as he gave the house one last look. Dean put the car in gear and pulled down the street to turn around and head back to Missouri's house. Dean remained quiet and didn't comment on Sam's walk or where he ended up, his own emotions raging inside of him. He stopped at her house and parked but sat in the car staring out the windshield.

"You okay Dean?" Sam asked softly.

Dean cleared his throat and wiped a hand down his face before shaking himself slightly. "Yeah I'm fine. We should go in." Dean opened the door and got out heading for the front door. He didn't look back to be sure Sam was following as he walked into the house.

Sam could feel the rolling emotions in Dean's mind and knew he was anything but fine. He quickly got out and hurried after him knowing Dean wasn't going to talk right now so it wouldn't do any good to press him.

"Good you're back," Missouri noted when Sam stepped into the kitchen. "I will have dinner ready in five minutes."

Sam looked around but didn't see his brother and looked back down the hall.

"He went upstairs," she answered the question before he could ask. "He'll be okay Sam, just give him a few minutes."

"I didn't mean to go there," Sam confessed. "It's just where I ended up."

"It's okay honey, you have to be curious about where you lived and being this close it's only natural you'd want to see it."

Sam opened his mouth to speak but stopped when Dean walked in his emotions locked down and a neutral look on his face.

"Take a seat you two and let's eat," Missouri told them as she sat bowls of gumbo on the table and a plate of cornbread. "I have pecan pie for dessert so save some room."

"I might have to marry you," Dean said.

"Get on with you," Missouri laughed slapping at his arm as she sat down.

Sam remained quiet but quirked a small smile at his brother's antics with Missouri. He could feel nothing from his brother and knew Dean had locked it away and was putting up his own walls.

They were almost finished with their meal when the sharp, piercing pain suddenly had Sam on his hands and knees beside the table, crying out in distress.

"Sammy! Sam what is it?" Dean asked dropping down beside him and looking quickly to Missouri for help.

"Let it come Sam, don't fight it," Missouri coaxed knowing Sam was having a vision. She laid a hand on his arm and tried to help him focus and ease the pain he was feeling.

It was dark, but they could see the house in front of them. Sam's breaths were coming fast, and his heart was racing. He looked at the house he had been to less than an hour ago and watched when a figure appeared in the window on the second floor and was pounding on it screaming for help. The darkness was lit up by flames that were building inside the house and Sam knew the family was going to die if he didn't do something. He could hear Missouri talking softly to him, but it sounded far away and slightly mumbled. As suddenly as it started, the vision ended leaving Sam panting and ready to toss his cookies as he fought the bile in the back of his throat.

"You're bleeding Sammy," Dean said grasping him around the waist and helping him back into a chair. He looked around and accepted the damp cloth Missouri handed him. "Here," Dean said. He wiped the blood away that was leaking from Sam's nose. "Slow your breathing bro, your heart is racing."

Sam knew Dean was saying something to him, but he felt his ears were clogged and he couldn't tell what he was saying. The soft voice of Missouri resonated in his head, 'Calm Sam, slow breaths, you're scaring your brother.' He tried to take deeper breaths like he was told and felt a cloth wipe over his face and looked with weak eyes at his brother's concerned face.

"That's it," Dean encouraged when he saw Sam breathing deeper and felt his pulse slowing.

"Our house…Family...Trouble…" he wheezed out accepting the glass of water from Missouri and bringing it to his trembling lips. His hand was shaking, and water spilled out until Dean steadied it for him and helped get it to his mouth. Sam gulped a mouth full, coughing as he choked but drank more until Dean pulled it away. When he thought he could talk, Sam continued, "We've got to help them or they're going to die…"

"Okay Sammy," Dean assured him. He kept his fingers pressed to his neck monitoring his pulse until it slowed, and he was breathing better.

"Did you see?" Sam asked Missouri.

"Most of it, yes. That family needs our help."

"Someone wanna fill me in?" Dean asked looking from one face to the other waiting for an answer. "What just happened here?"

"Sam had a vision of a future event," Missouri explained.

"Was it supposed to be that painful and his nose bleed like that?" Dean questioned looking to Missouri for the answer.

"Sam is learning still Dean. It may be painful until he can open himself more and let it happen."

"We need to go warn that family," Sam butted in.

"What did you see Sammy?" Dean asked him.

"It was our old house. Something's in there and that family is going to die if we don't warn them!" Sam said, desperation in his eyes. "We need to go see them now."

"And tell them what?" Dean asked. "There's something haunting your house and you need to leave? Yeah, that'll go over really well. Get us thrown in jail or worse a padded room."

"I can't sit here and do nothing Dean," he insisted trying to get up only to be pushed back down by Dean's strong hand.

"You stay here Sammy; I'll go check it out."

"Not without me Dean!"

Dean looked at his brother's unwavering face and knew he wasn't going to be left out of this. He pinched his lips together in a tight line as he weighed his options. Only way to keep him out of this was knock him out or tie him up and he didn't think Sam was going to let him do that.

"I wouldn't try it Dean, I'll stop you first," Sam said calmly, looking up into his eyes filled with determination and seriousness.

Sam wasn't going to let Dean exclude him from this, not this time.