It took some time to get back inside but eventually the four of them went back into the house. Sam looked around in wonder, his eyes a bit withdrawn as he took everything in.

"You guys haven't changed things that much." he murmured, needing to clear his throat. Dean saw Marys hand tighten around Sams, she had refused to let go of him.

"Not much to change." Mary whispered, staring straight ahead despite her death grip onto Sams arm. "Your room is the same too, we didn't do anything."

Sam nodded, taking a deep breath. He looked at her for a moment and then back at John. Dean could hear Johns breath hitch slightly and his shoulders shake but he didn't look away.

"Sammy, where have you been?" John asked, by some miracle his voice was steady. "Are...are you in trouble? Do you need help?"

Dean saw Mary tense up a bit at that and when she looked up and saw Dean staring at her she quickly looked away. John didn't notice, his complete attention on Sam.

Sam took another deep breath. "It's...complicated." he finally said. "And I...kinda? I guess?"

John nodded, straightened up a bit more and squaring his shoulders. "What do you need from us?"

"To listen." Sam said softly, looking at their mom again. Mary looked up at Sam, her hand coming up shakily to cup his cheek tenderly. "And just...there's a lot of things I need to tell you guys."

"Okay, we'll listen." John said simply, leading them into the living room and sitting down on the couch. Dean gingerly sat down next to his dad, staring at Sam who sat on the other one with Mary at his side. She was still holding onto his arm and hand tightly, just now she was staring at the ground.

Sam looked at her and it took a moment before she slowly looked up at him. He hesitated and then turned to John and Dean.

"Can I...I need to ask mom something really quick." Sam said, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "In the kitchen, we'll be right back."

John blinked at that, looking at Mary who didn't seem to be able to look at him. "Okay." he said, trying and mostly able to hide the hurt in his voice. "We'll be here."

Sam nodded and got up with Mary, the both of them going into the kitchen. There was no door but they huddled around the corner as best as they could, speaking in hushed tones.

John stared at the two of them and turned to Dean. "What do you think they're talking about?" he asked, his hands wringing together on his lap.

Dean shrugged, not liking where any of this was going and he had a horrible feeling that it was about the man that Sam had killed back at the warehouse.

John looked back towards the kitchen, a ragged breath escaping him. "He's alive." he whispered. "Whatever happened, whatever he's going through or running away from we can handle it. We'll get over it, at the very least he's alive and he's home."

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat when he heard the pain in Johns voice, remembering just what their parents had gone through when Sam had disappeared.

He still needed to beat his brothers ass for that, psychotic murderer or not, he was still Dean's little brother and he needed to be reminded of that fact.

After what seemed like an eternity later Sam and Mary came back from the kitchen, the both of them looked like they had gone sudden nights without sleeping and Mary was slightly red eyed.

John immediately jumped up and went to Mary, half wrapping his arms around her. "What happened?" he asked, his eyes going to Sam before back to her. "What did you guys talk about?"

Sam sighed and rubbed at his eyes, sitting back down on the couch. He waited for John to guide Mary back to the couch as well, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and holding her close.

Sam finally looked at the three of them, looking slightly lost and alone before he washed it away from his face. He took a deep breath and leaned back in his seat.

"Okay." Sam said, his fingers roaming over the armrest of the couch. "Okay so, I guess the start is about seven years ago but actually...the real start is more like ten years ago."

Ten years, which meant Sam had been fourteen and Dean felt some part of him twitch at the thought of it.

"It started with nightmares, I couldn't sleep at night because of them." Sam said, staring off at some point at the wall. Dean glanced at his parents and they looked as confused as he felt. "They were all dreams of people dying in various ways, always horrible, always bloody, and always in some of the worst ways possible."

"And then suddenly, I'd turn on the news and see that they had actually happened days later." Sam continued. "I tried to ignore it for a while but I was terrified of going to sleep and seeing them again, I tried not to but I'd always fall back asleep. And I kept having those dreams that would always come true days later."

"So what the hell are you saying? That you saw the future?" Dean asked with a snort, stopping when Sam nodded.

"I'm saying exactly that, but I wasn't able to control it." Sam said. "And finally I tried to find some help online, I started to look for answers and it brought me to someone. A man named Bobby Singer."

Sam took another deep breath. "Bobby Singer heard everything I said and he's the one that introduced me to what they were and what I was, I was a psychic." he swallowed. "He also told me more about what was out there so that I'd be careful. He told me that there are hunters out there that hunt people like me, and others."

"Others." John repeated.

Sam nodded. "Others. There's an entire world out there that most people don't know about, a world of supernatural beings. Vampires, witches and demons," he looked at Dean for a moment and then looked away. "Countless other kinds."

Sams fingers dug into the couch for a moment. "Seven years ago I had another dream, another vision. And it was...it was something that I didn't want to come true, something that I couldn't let happen and I knew that the only way to prevent it was if...I wasn't here. So...I had to leave and I had to do it immediately and-"

"Stop. Just stop." John interrupted, shaking his head. "Sam, I have no idea where you got this from, this delusions, but this isn't true. It's not possible and," he stopped and took a deep breath. "I'm happy you're back, I'm more than ecstatic, especially since it's clear that you do need help. We'll help you, we'll do whatever it takes, but please don't think about these lies and don't think that this is something that could actually be happening."

"He's telling the truth." Mary said, her voice was soft but the two of them easily heard it.

"What are you talking about?" John asked incredulously. "Mary he's not making any sense. Supernatural? Being a hunter? Having dreams about the future? How can you believe him?"

"Because." Mary said taking a deep breath. "I was raised as a hunter too."

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