I promised I'd try to include entriesmore quickly. Here are the next two. Let me know what you think.

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Caroline

Chapter 12

Jana didn't want to leave. It didn't feel right to leave Dean in the middle of everything that was going on. She was worried about him. He didn't ask for any of this. They were just trying to help. Now they were victims of a cruel joke. Not a joke – a nightmare. It never really dawned on her that the name of her town would envelop her life. She wasn't sure how to even function. A week ago she was mourning her sister's murder, now she was involved with two strangers in a plot twist that Hitchcock would love.

She drove in a daze back to Julie's house. What would she find when she was there? Would Johnny be Johnny, or would she have to ward him off – with salt? What was that all about? She took a deep breath and hit the gas pedal.

As she entered the city limits, her stomach dropped to the floor. The last time she saw the boy, he attacked her. Jana began to shake at the thought. If I fail, what will happen to Sam and Dean? She watched the farmhouses sitting peacefully in the distance. Those occupants had no idea what was going on. They would sit down to a family dinner tonight and talk about how mundane their day was. I wish. Jana turned from Kayla to Gregory street and pulled in front of her sister's home.

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The television was on and Dean was flipping through the early morning shows. Oprah was now on and she was interviewing cancer survivors. Not exactly the daytime drama he was hoping for. He switched again and hit the Game Show Network where they were playing old reruns of Who Wants to be a Millionaire with Regis. "Well, I guess it's better than Oprah." He threw the remote to the side of the bed.

He stole a quick look at Sammy. There was still no change. No one had been in to check on them since Jana left, which was fine by him. The less people, the less chance of getting his ass kicked. Maybe Sam would rise up again and they would get a little closer to unraveling this whole thing. Probably not.

"Dad's journal! That's what I need," cried Dean out of the blue. He tried to get up to look at his personal belongings and found he didn't get very far. His ribs wanted the rest they needed and forced him back down. "Damnit!" He tried to look in the closet and saw there was nothing there but a coat. They wouldn't have brought it here. It's with all our gear back at the house. I'll have to call Jana to bring it. Dean went to find his cell phone and realized that was gone too. "God damnit!" Instinctively he hit the nurses' button to try and find a way to contact Jana.

Is that your final answa?

"Where the hell is that nurse? I can't take much more of this idiot!" Dean heard some light footsteps outside the room and a tall, thin nurse entered. This is more like it!

"Can I help you with something? Are you in pain," she asked in a sweet voice with a hint of a Southern accent.

"Just the pain of not knowing you sooner." He put on the Dean charm full force and looked her up and down. She smiled at him and came into the room. He tried to sit himself up to puff up his chest, but it only prompted a coughing attack, followed by a grimace.

The nurse came to the bedside and adjusted the pillows. "Is that better?" I have some other pillows I'd like you to adjust…

"Yeah, thanks," he said. He looked at her up close. Shoulder length brown hair with piercing blue eyes. She was a beauty, everything he would hope for in a nurse, and then some. "Listen. There was just a woman here with me, well not with me, but she brought us in. I don't have my cell phone and I need her to bring me something from her house. Ok, not her house, it's her sister's house, but we don't have any sort of relationship or any….."

"So you need to find her phone number?" She smiled as she watched Dean struggle. She seemed to enjoy it.

He blushed at making an ass of himself. What is wrong with me, I'm usually much smoother than that! "Yeah, that's what I need," he stated.

She turned to go. "I'll go get the file and find it, ok?"

"Ok, and while you're at it, can you bring me back your phone number as well?" Score, that's the ole Deany boy charm!

The nurse looked back at him and smiled. She lifted her left hand to reveal a ring. "Not this time, but you are cute!" She winked and left the room.

"Man! Why are all the hot ones taken!" He hit the bed in frustration. Even in the direst of circumstances, Dean could still pull a winning line out of his hat. He looked at Sam again and refocused. "Don't worry Sam, we'll figure this out. I promise! Once we have dad's journal, there'll be answers in there."

A few minutes passed and the nurse entered the room again with Jana's number. "Let me know if you need anything else." She left the room.

"How about a sponge bath," he called out after her, knowing he would get no response. He turned his attention to the phone and called Jana.

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Jana sat in her car outside the house, unable to move. It had been 25 minutes. Fear had a grip on her that wouldn't loosen. She tried to tell herself that everything would be ok. She had to get back to the hospital to keep an eye on Sam and Dean. Jana reached for the door handle and her cell phone rang. She screamed and dropped it on the floor of the car. Realizing she was overreacting, she laughed at herself and found the phone. It was from the hospital. "Hello?"

"Jana, it's Dean. Are you at the house yet?"

"Dean are you ok? What's wrong," panic started in her voice. Her heart dropped. Why am I feeling like this?

He realized this was very difficult for her and tried to calm her down. "I'm fine, don't worry," he said sweetly. "There's no change with Sam either, but I need you to do something for me. I need my dad's journal. It's a leather bound book with lots of notes and things in it." He stopped to try and remember where they had put the bag. "There's a chance it's in my car, but I think Sam brought it in."

"I think it was in a bag that you left by the door. I'll check when I get inside," she said with a new purpose for entering the house.

"You're still not there? Didn't you leave like an hour ago?"

She paused at the comment. "Well, I've been having some internal battles with myself about getting into the house. I'm heading in now."

"Sorry Jana," he said sympathetically. "I know this is difficult for you. I'm telling you, everything will be ok with Johnny though. You don't have anything to worry about." Dean crossed his fingers hoping that was the truth.

"I hope your instincts are right," she said as she climbed the door. "Do you want anything else while I'm here? I don't think I have the keys to your car."

Shit, she's right. I have those in my coat pocket. "We'll just have to hope we brought everything in. Whatever we have, we can use. Grab the bag and the journal. If it's in the car, well, call me back and I'll have to figure it out." He was hoping it wasn't in the car. He would do what he needed to, but he hated to do any damage to his baby. "Call me back." He realized he didn't know where he was. "I don't know what the room number is."

Jana adjusted the phone to her other ear so she could key into the door. "You're in room 357." She opened the door. "I'll call you back when I'm on the road."

"Ok, thanks." Dean hung up the phone. Why did that number sound familiar? At least it wasn't room 30! That would be something!

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"Johnny? Are you here?" Jana entered the house tentatively and listened for sound. She got it in the thumping footsteps running down the stairs.

"Aunt Jana," he cried as he ran into her arms. She grabbed his face and saw that he had been crying. Patches of red stained his face from the hot burning tears. This was the little boy she knew. Dean had been right. She knelt down beside him.

"Are you ok honey?" She hugged him tight and wouldn't let go. "I'm so sorry Johnny. I just didn't know…"

"Know what," he said in a muffled voice. He was still deep in her shoulder.

She pulled him out and looked him over. Jana stroked his hair and kissed his forehead. "You know what, let's talk in the car." She realized that everything would be ok. "We have to get back to Sam and Dean. They need us."

The boy's face lit up. "Awesome! What do I need to bring? Can I bring my toy army men?"

"You can bring whatever you need to, Johnny." She stood up and looked around the living room. "I have to find a few things and then we're going to ok, alright?" He tore off up the stairs.

Jana started to search the area for the bag. It finally dawned on her that it wouldn't be in plain site, so she began to look behind things. Maybe they got it and destroyed it. She did remember seeing it, or she thought she did. Her investigation took her to the door that led to the backyard and something caught her eye. The bag was shoved behind the couch and entertainment center, conveniently out of the way. She hurried to it and pulled it out. The leather clad journal lay on top, along with various instruments that she wouldn't have a clue what to do with. Of course, there was a canister of salt and some matches. She shook her head, grateful that she wouldn't have to call Dean back and disappoint him.

Jana lifted the bag and trucked it to the front door. She heard Johnny frantically throwing things into a bag and scuffling around. Realizing that she had a moment, she opened the journal and began to leaf through it. Newspaper clippings and journal entries were strewn throughout the Winchester treasure. Sketches of creatures and what she could only imagine were spells were also included. It was fascinating. She kept paging through until she found a list of contacts at the end. That must be what Dean wants. The names were from all over the country. My God, they really do go everywhere!

Johnny banged down the stairs with a little backpack filled with goodies. He also had a homemade card for Sam. He handed it to Jana:

Get well soon Sam!

Your friend Johnny

It had a hand drawn picture of their house with two stick figures holding hands with huge smiles on their faces.

Jana began to cry.

Chapter 13

The ride back to Kansas City couldn't go fast enough. She hit the accelerator so she could improve her time, then she thought better of it. What if Officer Martin was just looking for a reason to get her? God, I'm getting paranoid now.

The suspense was killing her. She had to know if Johnny remembered anything about the last few days. Jana reached over and touched his head. He looked up at her and smiled. She took her deep breath and hurried forward. "Johnny, what can you tell me about… them? You know, the ghosts you were talking to."

"They're all gone now. They were in the house when you were supposed to go for pizza and then they disappeared." He reached down and pulled out some army men.

She put her hand back on the steering wheel. "What did they tell you…why did they ask you to contact Sam and Dean?"

"They needed them here and they said I was special. That only I could get them here." He continued to make shooting noises with the army men. "Mommy wasn't home and I had no one to play with. They played with me and showed me how to do things. They said mommy was mean to not play with me and she would get in trouble….." Johnny suddenly realized what everything meant. "I knew they.." he started to cry finally able to grieve his mother for the first time. "She's gone Aunt Jana. They killed her and she's gone." Jana pulled to the side of the road and held the boy. They cried together.

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"I can't watch another show! I can't stand Judge Judy. Don't you people have Scifi in this hospital!" Dean was getting agitated. He hadn't heard from Jana. He was going stir crazy with all the scenarios in his mind. Dean stomach sank into the bed. He had made the right call sending her to get Johnny, didn't he? Maybe I'll call her just to make sure. He reached for the number that the hot nurse gave him and picked up the phone. It rang four times and went to voice mail. Shit! He hung up and tried it again. No answer. Dean slammed the phone down and swung a leg over the bed. "Ahhhh." He got the other foot on the floor and he started to get up.

"Where the hell do you think you're going," asked a voice from the doorway.

"Oh MAN, you scared the crap out of me," he said in a relieved voice. "Jana what took you so long?"

She looked him over and had to chuckle. He was dressed in a hospital gown, half exposed trying to get out of bed. "Were you coming to rescue me," she said with a snide grin. "My hero!" Jana went to him to try and straighten him up a little. She brought the bag in and placed it on the bed since Dean was upright. She pulled the gown back in place. "It's only 11:30. It's not like I was gone all day." She couldn't help but sneak a peek at his backside. Jana nodded to herself.

"Dean!" Johnny came running into the room and started right for him.

"Whoa there little man. You might kill me if you do that." Oh, that was apropos wasn't it? "Hey, are you ok?"

"Yeah, we're fine," he indicated to Jana. "She told me what was up. I didn't know that you were sick too." He went and gave Dean a soft hug. He expected to feel some sort of healing going on, but he felt nothing. Dean patted him on the head.

Johnny turned around and looked at Sam. He very bravely made his way to the bedside. "I made you a card Sam." There was no response. "Should I read it to you?" Johnny pulled the card from his backpack. "Here's a picture of you and me in front of the house. It says Get well soon Sam! Your friend Johnny." He placed the card on the table next to Sam's bed. He looked back at Jana, trying to decide what to do. Johnny had a definite understanding of Sam being hurt, but seeing him in person with the bruises on his face and not responding was very unsettling for him. She nudged him forward and Johnny climbed onto the bed and went under Sam's arm. He lay there with him for a few moments. Dean held his breath as he sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Sam to come to, but nothing happened. Jana just watched.

Moments went by and there was no reaction from Sam. "It's not working! Why isn't it working," cried Dean. "What is going on Johnny?"

Johnny turned back to Dean with questioning eyes. "What isn't working Dean? What do you mean?"

"Back at the house, when you healed Sam. You know, after the ghosts attacked him," his voice broke and he was starting to panic. "Can't you….do that again?"

Johnny snuggled into Sam. "I didn't do that Dean. I never healed him. They did it." He put the blankets over his torso. "I only called to him in his dreams. They showed me how make him better because they said it wasn't the right time." He turned to look at Dean "What does that mean? What wasn't the right time?" Jana muffled her sobs.

Dean was determined to get up from the bed. As soon as he rose, he knew he would falter. Jana rushed to his side. He needed to make it to the other bed to see Sam. He stumbled there, with all his might, struggling through the pain. This was the first good look he had at him. Johnny looked up at Dean with his big eyes, realizing what he wanted him to do and that he couldn't do it. "Johnny….do you…..remember what it felt like…..how to heal?" He looked at his brother and realized this could really be the end. "Isn't there something you can do, to help him?" Jana tightened her grip on Dean as she felt his resistance going. Johnny shook his head and started to cry.

"You need to go back to bed Dean. This isn't healthy for you to be up," said Jana. She tried to move him backwards. "Here let me help you…"

"No! I need to see him. I need to see Sammy." He stumbled to the bed and fell into it, catching himself on the wall. The look of anguish from the pain he was feeling both in his ribs and in his heart was unbearable to watch.

"Dean…"

"Leave me alone. Just…" he couldn't finish the sentence. Johnny crawled out from Sam's arm and ran to Jana. As Dean propped himself against the wall, Jana went to grab the chair she sat in earlier. She brought it to Dean and helped him sit. He struggled into it and pushed her away. Jana took Johnny's hand. She was about to say something but realized there was nothing that would comfort him. Jana and Johnny left the room and made their way into a visitor's bathroom across the hallway. They went inside to clean themselves up.

"Sammy…no…" Dean put his head on the pillow. His hand reached for Sam's. It was cool and unmoving. He couldn't feel a heartbeat. There was nothing. No life, even though he was still alive. What can I do? Who can help you Sammy? "I thought Johnny was the answer Sammy, I thought I could make things right." Footsteps were heard outside the room and a slight knock. Dean pushed back his feelings. "Can you give me a minute, I need some time with my brother…"

The EEG machine beeped.