Disclaimer: Darn the bad luck! I don't own Supernatural nor any of its characters. It's too bad really because I would like to own one or two… okay I'd take all three of those guys in a heartbeat! (and in case you haven't guessed it… I really dig Daddy Winchester!)

Hunted

John Winchester is hunted by more then just demons.

Chapter One:

John pulled up to Salvation Hospital and dug through console of fake ID's until John found the one he was looking for. It proclaimed him to be medical researcher from a state agency. He went to medical records and began his search under the guise of researching a health issue. He'd been at it for nearly four hours when he received a phone call from Dean.

"Dad," Dean said. "We need to talk."

"What is it Dean?" John asked.

"Sam found them," Dean said. "Can you meet us at the motel?"

That was the last thing John had expected to hear. "Found them how?" he asked.

"Dad," Dean said. "Just trust me will you. Meet us at the motel I'll explain everything."

"You're sure Dean?" he asked. "We don't have time to mess around."

"Less than you think dad," Dean replied. "The baby is six months old today."

"I'll be right there," John told his son. He packed up his notes and headed to the motel.

When he arrived at the motel Dean opened the door and let him in. Sam was sitting at the table that occupied the small kitchenette. He was rubbing his temples his head hung low.

"Sam," John asked. "Your brother said you found the family."

"I did," he replied as Dean fixed himself a cup of coffee.

"How?" John asked.

"I met this woman and her infant daughter, Rosie," Sam said as he continued to rub his temples.

"Sammy," John asked noticing his son's distress. "What's wrong?"

"Headache," Sam replied. "I always get them afterwards."

"After what?" John asked confused. He looked from Sam to Dean but it was Sam who answered.

"A vision," he said quietly.

"A what?" John asked not sure he'd heard his son correctly.

"A vision, precognition," Sam told him getting irritated. "Psychic episode, whatever you want to call it."

John sat abruptly on the bed. "A vision?" John asked again shocked.

"Yes," Sam snapped angrily at his father's obvious disbelief. "I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling."

"And you think it's going to happen to this woman you met because…" John left the sentence unfinished. He was still trying to get his head wrapped around the fact that his son had a vision.

"Because," Sam replied with painful irritation. "These things happen exactly the way I see them."

Visions John thought to himself. He'd had them before this? And then he recalled Missouri's cryptic comment the day Mary's spirit had saved the boy. She had told him 'He has gifts that are going to be so much stronger then mine' John had completely forgotten about the conversation. Even back then he had though she meant something along the lines of a sixth sense, feeling like she got… not this. This possibility had never entered his mind.

"They started out as nightmares," Dean explained standing up. "Then he they started happening while he was awake." He went to coffee pot and refilled his cup.

"Yeah," Sam said painfully. "I like, I don't know, the closer I get to anything involving the demon the stronger the visions get."

It hit him suddenly that this was it. This was the answer he'd been looking for. This was why the demon was after Sam. Why the hell had his sons not told him this sooner? This was information that he'd needed. John looked at Dean and said, "All right. When were you going to tell me about this?"

"We didn't know what it meant," Dean replied surprised at the question.

"Something like this starts happening to your brother… you pick up the phone and you call me." John demanded.

Dean put his cup down firmly on the counter and turned to his father, "Call you?" he said striding to his father waving his arms in anger. "Are you kidding me?"

John looked at the expression on his son's face and realized he'd made a mistake… again.

"Dad I called you from Lawrence," Dean explained angrily. "Alright, Sam called you when I was dying." Dean was practically shouting at him now. "I mean getting you on the phone I got a better chance of winning the lottery."

The room was silent after Dean's outburst and John looked at his oldest Son in surprise and truth be told a bit of pleasure. Somehow during the year they'd spent apart his son had grown stronger, more confident in himself. Not that he wasn't in the past but he had never been that way with him, with John Dean had always backed down. John was beginning to realize those days were over. Dean would not just sit back and let him run the show anymore.

He was wrong to berate Dean and he knew it. It was not his son's fault. It was his fault he should have paid more attention to what Missouri had told him, he should have found a way to safely contact his son's more often. "You're right." He told Dean. Then gently told his son that he could said so without the attitude, "Although I'm too crazy about this new tone of yours… you're right. I'm sorry."

"Look guys," Sam said playing peacemaker between his brother and father for the first time in his life. "Vision's or no vision's we know the demon is coming tonight. And this family is going to go through the same hell that we went through."

The thought of all the families he had lost, the ones he had not been able to save had run quickly through Johns mind. "No there not… noone is," John replied with fierce determination. "Ever again."

Sam's phone chose that moment to ring and distracted them all. "Hello?" he answered.

John and Dean listened to the one sided conversation.

"Who is this?" Sam asked and they could tell he was concentrating trying to figure out who he was talking to. They were both surprised when he replied, "Meg."

John and Dean glanced at each other. Dean checked outside to see if anyone or anything had found them. John stood and listened as Sam continued, "Last time I saw you… you fell out of a window."

He couldn't hear the reply, but the look of surprise on Sam's face combined with his next statement told John something very important. "Just your feelings?" Sam asked. "That was a seven story drop."

John knew what could survive a seven story fall out of a window and it wasn't good. John paled to think that his son's had been that close to one of the demons.

Sam looked at John and he knew the demon girl was asking about him. His son confirmed it with his next statement. "My dad," Sam said shaking his head. "I don't know where my dad is."

John held out his hand for the phone. Silently Sam handed it to him. "This is John," he said.

"Howdy John," she introduced herself. "I'm Meg. I'm a friend of your boys. I'm also the one who watched Jim Murphy choke on his own blood."

Cold fury ran through John at the Statement. Anguish and guilt also assailed him as his worst fear over his friend's death was realized. It was his fault the Jim was dead.

"Still there John boy," Meg asked teasingly.

"I'm here," he managed to say.

"Well that was yesterday," Meg told him. "Today I'm in Lincoln visiting another old friend of yours. He wants to say hi."

A chill of fear ran through him as he realized who she meant. A fear that was confirmed when he heard Caleb's voice on the phone, "John whatever they do don't give…"

"Caleb, Caleb…" John said into the phone but his friend didn't reply. He knew it was probably too late to save the man, but he had to try. "You listen to me," he told Meg sternly. "He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go."

"We know you have the Colt, John," she replied.

John was silent weighing his options, but he didn't have any, not really. Caleb was hundreds of miles away. There was no way he would be able to get there in time to save the man. "I don't know what you're talking about," John told her.

"Oh, okay," she replied. "So listen to this."

Suddenly John heard choking, gagging noises coming from the phone and his worst fears were realized when Meg got back on the phone and said, "You hear that. That's the sound of your friend dying. Now let's try this again. We know you have the gun John. Word travels fast and as far as we're concerned you just declared war. And this is what war looks like. It has casualties."

A fury like none he had ever experience came over John. He bathed in it as he told the demon on the phone, "I'm going to kill you, you know that."

"Oh, John, please," she replied. "Mind your blood pressure. So this is the thing. We're going to keep doing what we're doing and your friends, anyone who's ever helped you gave you shelter. Anyone you ever loved. They'll all die unless you give us that gun."

John didn't reply instead he considered his options. He could not, would not turn the gun over to the demons. But after he killed the demon tonight he could meet with this one and use it on her. He would enjoy watching her death once the demon that was after his son was killed.

"I'm waiting Johnnie," Meg said into the silence. "Better answer before the buzzer."

"Okay," John said with quiet anger.

"I'm sorry?" Meg said. "I didn't quiet get that."

"I said okay," John told her again. "I'll bring the Colt."

"There's a warehouse in Lincoln at the corner of Wabash and Lake. You're going to meet me there."

"It's going to take me about a day's drive to get there," John told her trying to buy enough time to kill the demon.

"Meet me there at midnight at tonight."

"That's impossible," John explained. "I can't get there in time and I can't just carry a gun on a plane."

"Oh," Meg told him. "Then I guess your friends die don't they. If you do decide to make it, come alone."

A/N Sorry but the late posting on this one, I would have had it done last night but I got tickets to the most awesome concert and had to go! Just imagine Blue Oyster Cult, Stxy, and Foreigner all in one concert. It just blew my mind! And now I have this other Plot bunny running around in my head… argh! No rest for the wicked! Anyway, hope you enjoyed it and I'll try and post the next chapter quicker. I'd like to have this done before Thursday's season premier. Please review and let me know how you liked it.