Chapter Twenty-Four – Other Phone Call

Missouri sat at the dining room table with Younger Dean and Amy. She took it upon herself to reassure the young teens that Younger Sam was safe and that they would rescue him with no problem. As teenagers, of course, Younger Dean and Amy had their protests and their disbeliefs, but Missouri was doing her best to instill what hope remained in the house.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

He sat on the edge of the back porch patio with his arms resting on his propped-up legs. Sam's shaggy hair blew across his forehead as a cool breeze flew by. He seemed to blend in with the outside – rigid jeans with several holes and his brown hoodie. He wore a black T-shirt underneath which be seen slightly around the neck. His angular cheeks were sucked inward as Sam processed the new information. His new skill. Before he only worried about the dreams and visions. Now…extreme mind power? Sam didn't understand. Was there a technical term for this? Yes, there was. Freak…Sam thought with a laugh.

Biting his lower lip, Sam slowly rose to his feed and stuck his hands into his pockets. He turned slightly and Sam noticed the teenagers still talking with Missouri. Younger Dean and Amy were skipping school for today. They both swore they wouldn't come back until Younger Sammy was safe at home. John had already called the school to aware the teachers that Sammy had the flu and probably wouldn't be back in until next week.

It was Thursday. Dean, Amy and Sam had been in 1997 for three days. What did they all learn: the life of a hunter sucks.

None of this makes sense…Sam thought sadly. Mom died in my nursery…the demon that killed her is obsessed with me? That's what Amy told me before…and Jessica…I should have told her…maybe she'd be alive…or I should have realized…I should have realized that me just being in her life was dangerous…and now she's gone too…

He turned around and Sam could see Dean and Amy sitting on the couch talking. Dean seemed concerned, once again. Amy tried to comfort or instill faith in Dean but the two continued their quiet argument.

What would life have been for them if things were different? If our mother hadn't been killed by some sort of paranormal evil…maybe Dean and Amy would have gotten together sooner…and without the worry…and the fighting…well, for the most part…

It was obvious Dean was worried about Sam's new power. Amy appeared to be trying to tell Dean that things were going to be okay. Younger Sammy would be found safely and the three of them would be home soon. The way Dean shook his head and waved his hand and talked showed Sam that his older brother was still worried about Tobias and Jezebel.

What else is going to happen to me? He thought worriedly. Disappear out of thin air? Astral projection? Telekinesis? Shape-shifting? Super human strength? Sam sighed. None of this makes sense.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

10:43 A.M…

Jezebel paced the basement floor. She hated that she was still stuck in her red dress. She wanted fresh clothes. Her green eyes gazed annoyingly at how Tobias tended to Younger Sam – he gave the teenager several breakfast bars which Younger Sam ate slowly and quietly. Tobias knelt down to the young teen and was asking him he needed anything.

"Brother," Jezebel laughed. "We have the boy. Let's make the call. Let's get them back."

"And what again?" Tobias snapped. "What do we say… 'We have the kid, we just want Sam and Amy for the REST of our LIVES'?...it's insane."

She angrily stomped her red heel against the cold floor. "Dear Brother…you're underestimating how impatient I can get. I want Sam." She gritted her teeth. "The way he looks and acts and behaves is what I love about him…his heart, body, and soul…I want him. And I want him now. Otherwise…with or without precious Sam and Amy…we will eat his heart." Jezebel stared at Younger Sam evilly; the teenager glared at her angrily – his scowl growing across his face.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Amy buttoned up her white cardigan all the way as she stepped outside. She joined Sam's side and closed the glass door behind her.

"Missouri's trying to calm everyone down – including your dad and Dean," Amy explained.

Sam nodded as his eyes looked over the trees. He let out an exasperated sigh as he breathed in the morning air.

They were both quiet. Two pairs of eyes glanced from tree to tree, bug to bug, cloud to cloud. Amy sighed and turned to Sam slowly. "So, Missouri tells me I'm an Empath…very cool…better than She-Who-Feels-With-Extreme-Perception…and Psychic is totally over-used."

He let out a quiet chuckle. "Any technical term for me?"

She shrugged and Amy replied, "Psychic…Clairvoyant…He-Who-Sees-In-Dreams…Seer…" Amy grinned. "Maybe we can add Telepathist to the list. Oh, there's Medium too. There's a show about that too, funny…"

He laughed again. Amy was glad that he was smiling and showing side of some humorous reaction.

"But in general," Amy sighed with a small smile, "we're just two young, good-looking people who happen to be a bit more far-sighted than others…"

He cocked his head to the side and Sam nodded his head.

Amy smiled at her friend as she placed a hand on his arm. "There's also Hunter. Brother. Friend…Hero…" she added softly.

Her friend turned to her and smiled softly. Sam wondered, "Despite being a good friend or being a good seer…" he sighed "will it help in saving Younger Sam?"

She stared at him sadly. Sam had this incredible burden on his shoulders. Amy reached for his hand and whispered, "You're not the only super-human here. There's me. Some help I've been. And Missouri…she's a mind-reader…the only way she can help in this situation is stopping Dean from using profanity every few minutes…and even Rod, an ex-Tempter, didn't help much with this."

"I just…" Sam started and he shook his head and laughed. "Being here has reminded me of how much I hated this life. Loathed it. I must have been eleven or twelve when I promised myself I would never devote myself to hunting like Dean…and here I am…stuck in 1997…trying to stop an evil Temptress from killing my past self…" He chuckled and sighed. "This life is so crazy. It never ends. Its one big cycle. For the last half year…Dean and I go from state to state…killing the big bad…doing our best to protect innocent bystanders…and off we go…searching for strange or ominous articles or news…" Sam shook his head. "And I hate to admit it…but I know…if we ever find the thing that killed Mom and Jess…and we kill it…" He sighed deeply. "Dean and I might never stop. It's in our blood. It's our life. Hunting."

None of this was comforting to Amy. She realized she was out here to help a friend, not to make herself feel better about the situation between her and Dean. It wasn't the first time someone outside of the Dean-Amy-relationship noted the fact that Dean would always hunt. Sam probably had the chance of leaving all this behind him one day. But Dean's memories, his past, would always remind him of why he hunts.

She pushed the pain growing inside of her and forced the tears to dissolve. "Sam…" Amy whispered. "Everything happens for a reason. I know you're sick of hearing it…but it's all meant to be…we'll learn our purpose soon enough. We'll find the closure we want so much. But right now…you and Dean have a job to do."

O.O.O.O.O.O.

"LET ME GO!" Younger Sam's loud voice echoed within the gray basement. Tobias paced the floor as he forced himself to not make eye-contact with the boy.

He thought of Amy. He thought of Sam. He thought of the Winchester family. He thought about the many innocent lives Jezebel had taken. Yes, Tobias had never been the one to kill – but he took part in the dark ceremony. Someone would have to die every year so he could continue his existence.

"HEY!" the teen barked. "LISTEN TO ME – PLEASE! GET ME OUT OF HERE – WHEN MY BROTHER AND MY DAD GET HERE – THEY ARE GOING TO KICK YOUR-"

Jezebel had come down the stairs to catch Younger Sam's desperate cry. Before the teen could finish, her hand slapped quickly against his cheek.

He crouched onto the floor but reacted fast. Younger Sam sat up on his knees and spat at her – spit and blood mixed together.

Jezebel gave the young man a cool smile and turned her head to her brother. She had changed into tight black jeans and a maroon jacket.

"Ready?" Jezebel crooned.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Sam and Amy walked back inside the house to see the group once again deep in conversation.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked.

They all turned but said nothing. Everyone had migrated to the living room area now. Younger Amy was crying while Younger Dean looked as if he were trying, with all his might, to not let his anger explode from within.

The phone rang.

John and Dean turned to the phone first. Missouri stared at it sadly and nodded her head.

He took a deep breath. The father stared at his future sons. John then gazed at Younger Dean.

Sammy…John thought for a moment. I got you into this mess…

(BBBRING…) The phone continued.

Maybe I never should have let you and Dean know the truth…John wiped his hand against his mouth as he stared at the phone. I could have kept it to myself. You could have lived a normal life. I could have just taught you how to take care of yourselves…

(BBBRING…)

John's hand quickly moved to the phone. He answered: "Yes…"

"Amy…" the male's voice asked softly.

He licked his lips. John took in a deep breath and asked gently, "Where is my son…"

"Amy, please…" Tobias almost begged. He wanted to keep the conversation short.

John gritted his teeth silently before holding the phone out to Amy.

The young woman breathed slowly as she took the phone from John. She stared sadly at the older Winchester. She answered: "Tobias…"

"Amy-"

"Where is he?" Amy asked quickly. "Where's Sammy?"

"Amy…" Tobias repeated. "I'm sorry."

Amy's eyes met Dean's. He wanted to know what was happening. Everyone wanted to know. Amy then turned to her Younger self. The eighteen-year-old was quietly sobbing against Younger Dean's arm on the couch.

"Where the hell is he?" Amy demanded more firmly.

"Amy…" Tobias whispered. "You and Sam have to come to us alone. I'll meet you two somewhere. I'll know if you're planning something. This won't be like yesterday. We will get what we want."

Amy's eyes darted to the ceiling to keep the tears from rolling downward. "Tobias," Amy gritted. "I swear, if you lay a hand on his head – if you make him bleed – if you make him scream – I swear to God, I will finish you, understand? I WILL END YOU…" Amy took a deep breath. Everyone in the room was looking at her worriedly. "No more meetings. This is what you WILL do: LET SAMMY COME BACK TO US. Either way, you WILL die…either it can be quick or I will make sure you suffer."

"Amy…" Tobias whimpered. It was obvious he was trying to quicken the pace. "We have Young Sam. Jezebel wants his heart. I'm sorry. With or without you…Sammy will die."

"YOU BASTARD!" Amy let out a shrill cry. "HE'S JUST A TEENAGER! YOU LET HIM GO – WE WILL HUNT YOU DOWN, UNDERSTAND? DO YOU UNDERSTAND-"

The phone was ripped from her hand. Younger Dean took a deep breath before yelling: "YOU LITTLE SHIT-LET HIM GO! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND RIP YOUR FRIGGAN HEAD OFF! BRING HIM BACK BRING HIM BACK BRING HIM BACK-"

Younger Amy was crying uncontrollably.

John placed a hand over his mouth. Missouri touched his arm.

Dean and Sam's eyes were frozen on Younger Dean.

Younger Amy continued to cry.

Older Amy had no idea what to do.

"WHERE IS HE YOU FUCK!" Younger Dean growled. "WHERE IS HE! WHERE IS HE!"

Click.

"NO!" Younger Dean screamed. "NO NO NO! WHERE IS HE DAMMIT! WHERE IS HE!" The teenager began to hit the phone against his opposite hand. In frustration and anger, the eighteen-year-old chucked the phone against the wall. The phone broke and shattered into a several large pieces.

Amy placed a hand over her chest and the other over her mouth. She continued to fight the tears.

"Where is he…" Younger Amy whispered – almost to herself. "Where is he…where is he…"

Younger Dean was trying not to cry. He was trying to hold it all in. Too late for that. He dropped to his knees onto the floor and placed his hands over the back of his head.

Younger Amy slid off the couch quickly and came to her best friend. She placed an arm around his back and cried on his arm.

John did and said nothing.

Dean's hand was on his head. He shook his head angrily. Sam was unsure of how to feel. How to react.

No one knew what to do.

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A/N: Sorry it took a while to update – not a big, major adventurous update, just a little angst/drama…will update ASAP. Hope you all enjoyed – reviews/feedback/commented really really really much much much appreciated.