Disclaimer: Last time I checked, My bank balance said there wasn't enough money in it to buy WB, Supernatural, Jensen or Jared :'(

Authors Note: This story was a' gonna be a oneshot, but I decided to put some background into it, and make it a story.

Title: The Power Within

Rating: T

Summary: It was Dean's true calling, and he took it.

Warnings: Language

Spoilers for: None, I think.

Part One

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Dean put his cell phone down on the nightstand. "That was Dad." he said.

Sam nodded, without looking up. He and John had had another 'spit' and he really didn't want to know about him right then.

"C'mon, Sammy. He needs us!" Dean pleaded.

Sammy shot Dean a menacing glance. "It's Sam." he told him.

"Whatever, Sam, but he thinks he's back on it's trail again." Dean said.

Sam sighed. This had to be the fifth time John thought he'd been 'on it's trail again' since they'd left the hospital.

Dean saw the doubt in his brothers' face. "For real this time, Sam. No joke."

"Okay," Sam said reluctantly. "So, where is he?"

"Phoenix," Dean told him. "Which is only... A four hour drive from here."

Sam nodded. "So we're going, right?"

"Right."

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Dean turned the key in the ignition and waited for the '67 Chevy to purr into life.

"So?" He turned to face his little brother in the passenger seat beside him.

"What?" Sam asked.

"You haven't talked to me since we started packing, that's what."

Sam shrugged.

"It's just- How do you know this is 'the real deal' Dean? What if it's not?" Sam demanded, his voice raised.

"Woah, Sam this is the real deal okay? Complete with cattle deaths and electrical storms, I promise."

The younger Winchester nodded.

"But, I still don't get it." He mumbled.

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Don't get what?"

"You know... the whole 'thing'." Sam looked up towards his brother.

"Oh," Dean nodded, understanding. "Try not to think about."

Sam looked quizically at his older sibling.

"That's what I do." he shrugged.

Sam nodded slowly, he still had a gut feeling that this wasn't 'right'.

-

The 1967 Chevy swiftly rolled into a parking space outside the diner.

"Dude, you want anything?" Dean glanced over at Sam, who had been asleep for atleast a half an hour now. He hated to wake the kid up, but they wouldn't be seeing another diner for like, 3 hours now.

"Hmm?" Sam mumbled sleepily.

"You want anything to eat?" Dean spoke slowly so his brother would understand.

Sam shook his head and Dean stepped out of the car and into the bright sunshine. Thinking about what to order, he strode up the short pathway and through the door.

"Can I help you Sir?" The teenager at the counter asked.

Dean nodded. "Two Hamburgers, chips and a Coke."

"Be back shortly, sir." The girl smiled and walked off into the kitchen of the small diner.

Dean pulled his old leather wallet out of his back pocket, ready to pay.

"Ther go, sir." The young girl walked back up to the counter again. "That'll be $19.95." she said in her high-pitched voice.

Dean pulled a $20 dollar bill out of the back section of his wallet. Sam was going to kill him for spending their petrol money, but he'd deal with that later. Right now, he was starving.

"Thank-you, sir." she smiled again and Dean walked towards the door; brown paper bag full of take-out in hand.

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Dean munched happily on his second burger. "Dude, this is a really good- Oh SHIT!"

Sam jumped in the seat next to him. "What?" he asked, confused.

"We're out of gas."