Authors note: Now that the season has ended its clear that my story has become very AU. Everybody had such great theories on how the season would end, and how wrong were we. They gave us a great cliffhanger even if they didn't answer some of our questions (namely about the necklace.), but then we are getting some really great fan fic out of it so I guess I can forgive them. I'm gonna continue on with myversion of the end and I hope you continue on with me.

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John continued to hold Sam as he waited for him to come back around. He gently called his name, his concern rising as his son continued to be unresponsive. Traffic on the road was increasing and John knew they were not safe still parked on the side of the road. He laid Sam back against the door and started the truck again. Down the road he found a large parking lot and pulled in. Parking away from the business as far as he could he tried again unsuccessfully to get his son to wake up. After a half hour, John's concern was turning to fear and he was losing the battle against his growing panic. He reached down to pick up his phone off the floorboard and dialed Missouri.

"John what is it?" Missouri didn't need to have caller ID to know it would be John calling her. She sensed his fear immediately.

"It's Sammy…something's wrong." He took a deep breath his eyes never leaving his son as he spoke.

"Tell me John. Did he have another vision?" Even miles away she tried to read her friends mind. John was preoccupied with Sam and it would be hard to reel him in to get him to tell her exactly what had happened.

"She called…That bitch called me…. she has Dean. God only knows what they have done to him. I tried to talk to him but he… didn't seem to know who I was. Sammy tried to talk to him as well and got the same reaction. It's like he doesn't know who we are. Then…then…" John stopped to catch his breath not used to feeling so helpless.

"It's okay John, take your time." Missouri told him softly.

"I…I could hear him in the background. Dean was screaming, I mean like I have never heard before. They were hurting my son Missouri. Then Sam was screaming and then he just passed out and now I can't wake him up. What the hell is happening to my boys?" John's voice rose as he spoke. She heard him take a deep breath as he tried to compose himself.

"They're still connected." Missouri's voice was calm as she spoke.

"What?" John was appalled at the suggestion knowing the implications.

"Sam was feeling what was happening to Dean. If Dean lost consciousness that may be what is causing Sam to be unconscious. Psychically they are still connected John." She clarified.

"But I thought Sam was just having another vision. How could they be connected if it's just another one of Sam's visions?" John leaned back in his seat as he tried to digest what Missouri was telling him.

"John, think back. Ever since Sam was a little boy did you not find it strange that Dean always knew when his little brother was in trouble? Even now he always manages to get to Sam when he needs him the most. It's Dean's 6th sense only focused totally on his brother. He probably doesn't even realize he's doing it since it comes so naturally to him. Now that Dean is in trouble Sam's mind is doing the same thing only he's reaching out to him psychically instead of physically." She explained as best she could.

"So these headaches are not visions. I'm confused Missouri, what about all the times when he saw what was going to happen ahead of time? If those weren't visions what were they?" John was still trying to figure it out.

"Those were visions John but this isn't. I think subconsciously Sam has been looking for Dean ever since his capture, and as soon as Dean is hurt and in pain Sam can, shall I say, pick up his signal. I think he has found a way to use his new abilities without even meaning to. I can't say that I'm surprised that this has happened John. Your boys have spent great deal of time with each other especially over the last year and they probably read each others thoughts on occasion without thinking anything of it. It's actually very common in siblings." Missouri could tell what she was telling her friend was making sense to him.

"So because they are torturing Dean, Sam can feel his pain? What the hell kind of new ability is that Missouri. If Dean dies….." He hesitated even speaking the words. "If he dies while they are connected does that mean I lose Sammy as well?" Missouri felt his desperation and fear through the phone. She knew he would only accept the truth.

"Yes John." She heard him gasp as the possibility of losing both his sons stuck home. "There is a way to help Sam, but we have to act fast."

"Tell me, what ever it takes." He sat back up ready to do what ever she told him to do, but even so her next words shocked him.

"You have to go in after him." She knew John might balk at that suggestion but at this moment she felt it was the only way to break the two boys apart.

"What the hell Missouri? How the hell am I going to do that? I'm not the one with psychic abilities here Sammy is." He was convinced his friend had gone off the deep end. How was he supposed to go after Sammy?

"None the less John the only way you are going to be able to get Sammy back is to make him follow you back. In order to do that you need to go in after him. It's a simple thing really." She made it sound so easy.

"Just before you two left my house I gave Sam a little wooden box, do you see it?" Inside she had placed the necessary drug to allow him to go after his son. John needed to be in a dream state and quickly if he was ever going to find Sam and bring him back. John quickly looked around the truck cab. After checking the seat he found it out of the corner of his eye on the floor by Sam's feet. Small and simply decorated he picked it up and opened the lid. Inside were an assortment of little plastic bags and a couple of pills. A small silver charm lay tangled in the bottom of the box on a long chain.

"No way Missouri. There's no way this is gonna work." He was skeptical as he fingered through the box. Missouri ignored him as she told him what bag to open.

"John this is your only hope right now. Time is running out for your boys. Now it's a small bag with a little yellow pill inside, 'bout the size of a pencil eraser head. Take it out and place it on your tongue." She knew he would do as she asked. At this point John was willing to try anything to save his son. John took one last look at Sam and pulled the pill out of the bag.

"I assume its some sort of hallucinogenic. How long will it take to work and how long will it last?" John had the pill on his finger tip.

"The effect will be almost immediate John but I can't say for sure how long it will last. Certainly it will last for several hours. I think you're right; maybe you should rent a motel room so you can do this in private. Yes it would be hard trying to explain to the cops what you are doing with an unconscious man in your vehicle even if he is your son." Once again Missouri read his mind as he thought about the ramifications of being discovered in the parking lot, unconscious with a truck loaded with weapons and little bags of drugs. They would be no good to Dean if they were to wake up in jail. He slid the pill back inside the bag and set the box next to him.

"Missouri I see a motel down the street. I'm gonna head over there and I'll call you as soon as we are settled in a room." Hopefully they had a seclude room so no one would see him trying to get Sam's limp body inside.

"Alright John I'll talk to you in a few minutes." She quickly hung up and set her phone down. She moved about her house making her own preparations. 15 minutes later her phone rang again. Despite his tone she knew he was still worried.

"Damn he's a heavy son of a bitch. I might have a bit of explaining to do when he wakes up and discovers the bumps on his head from when I accidentally hit the door jam." John was trying to keep his voice light and failed miserably. She cut right to the chase.

"John I have to warn you. Once you are under, there are things you are going to see, terrible things. Memories and visions from Sam's subconscious. I'm assuming these will include what he is seeing from Dean and if Dean is being attacked by a demon he will try to stop you. Don't let it distract you from your real purpose. You have to push those things aside and concentrate on getting Sam out no matter what you see. Promise me John, I can't stress this enough." John knew she meant well with her warning. He would have to be prepared to see what was happening to his oldest son through his youngest son's mind.

"I'll call as soon as we get back." She knew right away that was a lie because John had no intention of coming back. Missouri knew that before he spoke and she expected nothing less of her friend. All or nothing, the John Winchester way. She knew he could not pass on the opportunity to go after the demons that had captured and hurt his oldest son. He doubt he would survive but it was the least he could do for Dean. Feeling his guilt she didn't try to change his mind. He wouldn't have listened to her anyway.

Before he hung up he gave her information about where the motel was and made her promise to find Sam if she didn't hear from him by the next morning. She agreed, they said their goodbyes, and hung up. Setting down the phone she walked through her house turning off lights. Then she walked to her front door, picked up the small suitcase she had already packed, and headed out to her car. Missouri had a plan of her own.

Her plan was to join them at the motel, to act as their safety net. To pull them back if need be. Missouri knew what she had to do the minute she saw the demon in Sam's mind the night they were at her house. She never let John in on the fear she felt as she saw what Sam saw, what he felt, what Dean had felt. Right then she made her decision. Her friends were going to need her and she was determined to be there to help both of them back.

Looking around the room, John got up from the bed and walked over to the phone where a pad and pencil sat. There was so much he wanted to say to both his sons he didn't know where to start. He cursed the pad too small to hold all that was in his heart to his boys. He wanted Sam to know he loved him and was so proud of him. He wrote the same to Dean in a separate note confident that someday Sam would find his older brother. Sitting back on the bed, he re-opened the box and pulled out the pill again. He took one final look at Sam lying on the bed next to him and put the pill in his mouth.

TBC

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Authors note: Sorry if there wasn't a lot of Dean in this chapter. I promise there will be more in the next.