AN: Thanks for reviewing everyone. Now this chapter is alright for me. It's just another part of the story about Dean about his feelings and thoughts. I just thought I'll give it a try. Enjoy

Chapter 13: Other Problems

Sam and Chloe were in the library for the pass thirty minutes and they still couldn't find anything on this Bugbear. Nothing but a bunch of stuff they already knew. Moving Chloe's laptop away from him in frustration, Sam idly rubbed his hands over his face. Chloe was next to him looking through some print out she done on the library computer.

"What's with the lone face we're bond to find something," she smiled.

"Like what, we know what it is and why it chose certain kids but we know that already. It's just a loss cause. What's important is where it would take the kids he steals which dad forgot to mention that vital information. The only good thing we got out of this is how to kill it, light."

"Well, that's important, hopefully Dean will show up with some good news and we can take it from there. So cheer up or your face will stay like that." Sam just smiled at her and pulled the laptop back towards him.

Chloe glanced over him as he read an article about "Childhood Monsters." To think this stuff is real, she thought. And to think Smallville have its problems, knowing that supernatural beings are everywhere, including in the town of weird.

"Chloe…Chloe did you here me?"

Chloe snapped out of revere and focus her attention on the questioned look on Sam's face. "What, what did you say?"

"I said in this article they mention that the Bugbear usually don't eat its victims per say, but suck their innocence. But that could be rumored, I never met a Bugbear before but if it is true we might want to hurry and find this thing."

"Yeah," she nodded.

Sam laughed a little, "What is up with you guys? You both get lost in your own thoughts and you guys barely say a word to each other, at least not when I'm around."

"Nothing's up, I was just thinking about what's happening in town."

"You're sure, its have nothing to do with a certain someone?"

"I'm sure," she said, a little confuse. "Why?"

"Just asking," Sam said before going back to the article.

"Now that you mention it, I am kind worried about him. He so bothered by the event you guys suffered from Chicago and he don't want to talk about it. He'll drop the subject before its start."

"That's Dean for you."

"What happen back there?"

Sam let out a breath before he began. "Well from my point of view of Dean and from lack of communication from Dean's part, I say he's coping with it. A lot happened and he is trying to deal with it."

"He said that a lot happen but what? Besides the brief story you gave me, what would cause Dean to want to block it off?"

"Probably the whole part where we were the bait for dad. He is probably blaming himself for allowing it to happen. That's all I can say, it really is bothering him. Dean's unreadable when it comes to failed hunts and emo…tion…al situation," Sam hesitated.

"What is it Sam?"

"I think I might know what's wrong with him," he said rubbing his face for the second time.

Dean stared at the big Victorian house with white shutters before him. The place looked homey and typical normal people living to Dean's standard. This will be the first house he'll be checking out since leaving the station with the missing children's addresses. Looking through the windows and in the drive way it looked to be like nobody was home. Must still be one of the families at the police's station, thought Dean as he got out of his car. This should be easy, quick and easy, since I don't know when the family will get home, so no messing around. He advanced to the house and looked around. No one around so this should be a stitch, as he pulled out his lock pick. Bending down to get level with the door knob, he began unlocking the door. Looking around again, he walked inside. Everything was decorative and put well together. The rooms were all one color of beige and wooden furniture and floors. Dean ignored the rest of the room when he walked down the hall leading to the stairs. Along side the stairs were diagonally line pictures on the wall. Showing pictures of the family, each member with their own frame. At the top of the stairs and the last picture next to the stairs was a group picture. Dean stopped and studied it. Everyone smiling, dressed nice, and just, happy. Staring at the picture, Dean could see his family in their place and smiling. John in the man place, Mary in the woman's, Sam in the youngest place, and him in the oldest one. One big happy family. Staring at the picture, with his family's faces on it, he could see the lies those smiles carried. That smiling family was gone by the death of his mother and the hunt they're on to find the one thing that caused her death. Killing that demon would make everything better. They could be a family again, him, Sam and their dad. Dean smiled at the thought of the three of them sitting down drinking beers in the woods under the moonlight sky and campfire. But that dream was over.

"…You and me and Dad- I mean, I want us…I want us to be together again. I want to be a family again," Dean gave Sam a look of hope and shire vulnerability.

"Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you. But things would never be the way they were before."

"Could be," he said with hope but a little heartbroken.

"I don't want them to be. I'm not going to live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're going to have to let me go my own way."

Sam wanted to go back to school and leave them again, him again. Sure they'd have killed the demon but the family won't be the same. Not without Sammy around. That's like losing another family member to something terrible, something other than a demon. He'll be losing Sam to normalcy. What do normalcy have that is better than this life, huh Sam, he thought looking at the Sam in the picture. "I can't let you go Sam," Dean whispered. "I can't lose you to normalcy." A car honking caused him to look toward the window at the end of the upstairs hall. He moved quickly over to it and saw two cars in the middle of the street next to each other. They shortly drove away. Letting out a breath and rubbing his face, he focused on the task at hand. He walked to the room left ajar for him to notices little action figures on a shelf. Fully opening the door, he took in the room child-like surrounding. Obviously a boy's room with baseball wallpaper with pictures of baseball equipments. Dean pulled out his homemade EMF and turned it on. Instantly it picked up paranormal activity. He went to the closet and opened the door, very high readings. Turning open the EMF he squat down to look down for any clues. Moving clothes and toys out of the way and there was nothing there. But he knew that something was in here to leave that kind of reading. A demon with a kid couldn't just squeeze its way through the cracks unless this demon can teleport them some other place or dimension. Getting up quickly and heading to the door, he didn't want to think of the demon taking the kids out of this dimension. He has to leave this house and check the other ones. Maybe it could give him more on why these kids and where to strike next. He rather find something that would lead them to the Bugbear and kill it. Dean walked out of the room and left the door the way it was. He walked to the stairs and looked at the picture again. No longer the Winchester's family but the family before, he turned and headed down stairs. Just four more houses to go.

"Hope no ones home,' Dean said to himself as he got inside his car.

Sam and Chloe were back at the Talon sitting in the back again, waiting for Dean. It wasn't even close to three but since nothing was going well in the research part of this hunt, they decided to come here and wait. They were just sitting down with their coffee in hands, in silence. Both thoughts were on Dean.

"Hey guys what's with the long face," Clark asked interrupting their thinking.

"Hey Clark, nothing just thinking," Chloe said sipping her coffee.

"Must be on the story about the missing children, you guys think it's supernatural?"

"It's supernatural alright, a Bugbear," Sam jumped in.

"You find anything yet?"

"We did a little searching but nothing new. Dean is checking out the houses and should be back at three. We're just waiting out in here until he gets back."

"Uhm, Chloe could I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure," she said putting her coffee down and walking next to Clark.

They went to the side of the Talon in the alleyway. Looking around to make sure no one was around, Clark looked to Chloe.

"Clark why did you lead me all the way out here, we could have stayed inside."

"It something private I want to say to you, about the Winchesters."

"Okay…" she frowned.

"How much do you know about them?"

"Clark we had this conversation before remember. I know you're concern about me but you have nothing to worry about."

"I know but you're spending a lot of time with them. You couldn't bother to come to my mom's dinner she planned for them because you wanted to stay with them. Because they are still a little tired from their job and you had to stay to help them feel comfortable."

"Yeah so, I don't see the problem."

"That's the point. You don't see the problem because you like them. Letting strangers in your home isn't good. For all we know they could be lunatics or killers."

"They are not lunatics, Clark. And you know me; I wouldn't just let anyone stay with me without trusting them or knowing for sure who they are. They trust me Clark and I trust them. You should too. They don't have that much people to trust or rely on. Especially with their secret, you of all people should get that."

"Chloe I know you care for them but what they are doing is dangerous and they are putting you in the middle of it."

"I put myself in it. They didn't put me in anything that I didn't want to go through with. Clark, I can't send them off packing. They need me."

"Are you sure they need you or is it the other way around?"

There was a short pause from both of them.

"Clark how could you say that? I can't…you know what just forget it. You don't understand."

"Chloe I'm sorry, it didn't …"

"Clark just leave me alone for a sec okay. I just need to clear my head right now."

"I'm sorry Chloe," he said walking to the door.

"It's okay Clark, I just need to be left alone right now," she smiled up at him.

With a smile back he went back in the Talon. Chloe let out a long breath. How could Clark say that? He was supposed to be my friend and he wants me to let them go. They need help and a friend. I can't just let them go. They need me. Clark is wrong, he has to be wrong. She let out another breath. The feeling of someone behind her sent shiver down her back. Relaxing a little, she thought about Clark coming back out here to check on her.

"I'm fine Clark, just a few more minutes."

"Who's Clark," an unfamiliar voice said to her.

Chloe slowly turned around to see who the unfamiliar voice belong to and panicked. Besides the point of not knowing the guy but his eyes were glowing bright red as he stared and smiled at her.

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