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Author's Notes: The reviews - you guys are too good to me, really. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Apologies for the wait for this part and for the shortness.

Just as a warning - language and some violence in this chapter

Dean was tired as he stumbled into the motel late at night. Sam was still asleep in the car; Dean was planning on going to wake him up and drag him in when he went back for the bags. Or maybe he'd just leave him in a car all night so he could catch some sleep without dealing his brother's snoring – ha!

The nighttime receptionist gazed at him. "It's a little late, isn't it?" the man asked, yawning. Clearly this motel didn't see many people late at night, defeating the purpose of its checking people in for twenty four hours.

"You had twenty four hours flashing over the place, didn't you?" Dean fought back, tired – too tired to deal with his crap, anyway.

"Good point." the receptionist sighed. "Name?"

"Uh…Dean Winchester." Ah, shit. Now he and Sam were going to have to break into the system – again. But he had been too tired to come up with a fake name.

The man snorted as he typed in the name. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." he said.

Dean's brow furrowed. Was it possible that this guy was as sleep deprived as he was? "What…?"

"What is it, a family reunion or something?"

"Dude, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I mean, it's a common name – not as common as Smith, say, but not as uncommon as, say, Calcauba or something."

"Huh?"

"You're Dad! He is your Dad, isn't he? Just checked in, less than an hour ago, early morning hours. I mean, I'm just guessing that it's your Dad, I'm really not sure, but judging from your physical appearance –"

The guy was babbling about genetics, but Dean's heart was sinking to his toenails. No way. No way.

"Here, I'll just go get him for you, nothing like a family reunion, I'll tell you!" the man smiled a crooked grin and then started for the door nearest to them.

All of his muscles seemed to stop, instinct gone, reactions kaput, his breathing even frozen in his chest.

All he could think was, Run run run

Meanwhile, Sam opened his eyes blearily in the car. He blinked, focusing. Where were they? Dean must have pulled over somewhere. He wasn't in the driver's seat – he turned his head. Damn was his neck stiff…hey, that was funny, Dean wasn't there either.

"Dean?" he said, opening the car door and stepping out of the car. "Dean?" he called, looking around. Suddenly, he was hit with a peculiar sensation…this happened before. But of course…it didn't really happen. Just in…

His dream. And God, if this was anything like his dream –

He suddenly felt something collide with his back. "Ouch!" he yelled, rubbing his neck, and turning around. It was Dean. "Dean, what the heck?"

Dean looked scared – he was pale, but it was hard to tell just how pale he was in the fragile moonlight. "He found us."

"What?"

"Dad, he found us."

Sam's eyes widened. He felt like his tongue had just deflated. This had all happened before, in his dream…

"What…what now?" he said. Those words, they seemed so automatic – and so much stupider the second time around.

"Hello there, boys." the voice said, that same familiar voice…

John stood their, smiling a little bit. But it wasn't a happy smile, and definitely not the kind of smile that was warm or inviting. It was a cold smile, a scary smile.

"Dad," Dean said, and Sam tried to pick up his feet, just to make sure that they were still functioning. Thank God – they lifted. At least some of his dream hadn't come true.

"Dad, come on –" Dean said. Something clicked – in the dream, those had been the last words that Dean had said before…

Sam quickly slid in front of his brother as he saw his father start to advance. He held up his hands. "Come on, Dad, listen to us!"

"What's there to listen to?" John yelled. He paced back and forth. "You said everything, boys, without even using a single word! How elaborate of you!" he laughed bitterly.

Dean was trying to stare back into the motel, to flag down some help from the twit of a receptionist –

"Don't even try to get that little idiot of a receptionist," John said, "because I took care of him. Told him to go to bed, that you boys were the only ones coming tonight for our little – family reunion, is that what he said, Dean?"

Dean jammed his fists into his pockets, unable to say anything.

John grabbed Sam by his shirt collar pulling him up so that he was standing on his tiptoes. "Got nothing to say still, Dean?" John said.

"Yeah, I have something to say. If you lay a hand on him I swear I'll kill you, you shit." He felt like someone had just lit a match in his chest.

John stiffened a little bit at Dean's words, but otherwise his emotions didn't seem to show. "Really?" he said. "Will you now, Dean?"

Sam tried to fight against his father, to slip out of his grasp to no avail.

"He didn't want to come, Dad, it was my choice. Just leave him alone, okay? My fault, not his."

John seemed to think it over, and then dropped Sam who buckled over, rubbing his neck. "Okay Dean, since you asked so nicely – I'll get you tonight."

And with that he would up and delivered a sharp blow to Sam's head.

Sam was caught off guard, and fell to the ground, scraping his face on the pavement. He felt someone coming over him and he tensed his muscles, trying to move away.

"Sam, it's me, are you okay?" It was Dean, thank God. Sam looked up and nodded a little bit as Dean tried to help his shaken brother to his feet.

They both turned as they heard a cruel laughing from John. "How sweet. This would make a great movie, you know that? There's one great thing about movies, boys." he smiled. "The bad guy always wins. Take a wild stab at who are bad guy is for tonight."

Dean glared at his father. "You are a one of a kind bastard, you know that?"

"Oh yeah Dean, I know. But hey, like the receptionist said – apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh? I mean, he kept blabbing on about how alike we were, how he knew we were related from the moment that you stepped in the door."

"I will never be like you, because I have a brain. Fancy that."

John swung at Dean this time, who ducked and avoided most of the hit. He tried to retaliate with his own blow but John was quick and it seemed only seconds before he had Dean right where he wanted him – pinned to the ground. He smirked.

"Touché, checkmate, and yahtze," he smiled, "all rolled into one."