A/N: We have come to the end of our journey and I hope you have enjoyed it. The next story will be up in a few days called, Devil's Gate. I hope you will come along for the trip and see what happens next with the Winchester brothers. I do like reviews if you could leave one. NC

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Chapter 24

It was late afternoon when John pulled into the salvage yard with Dean close behind him. It had taken longer since John thought it was a good idea to stop more often so Sam could walk around and stretch. He seemed better after sleeping through the night and eating some breakfast. Sam said he still had a dull headache, but it was going away.

"Am I glad to get here," Dean groaned as he got out and popped his back and stretched. "You doing okay Sammy?"

"Yeah, just need to use the bathroom," Sam said walking stiffly toward the house with a pained look on his face.

Dean looked toward the garage and saw Bobby coming from there heading their way. He waited on the porch with John for him. Bobby looked at father and son as he got closer and could see the stiffness in Dean and the slump of John's shoulders. He knew from John's call that they were all coming back here, and John was finally going to talk to Sam.

"Dean, John, good to see you, where's Sam?" Bobby greeted them looking for the youngest Winchester.

"Bathroom," Dean supplied.

"Well, don't just stand out here in the cold, go on in. Not sure if the coffee's still hot, but you can start a new pot Dean."

"Alright," he replied.

The three filed into the house to meet Sam coming down the stairs. Bobby looked over at him and could tell immediately by his facial expression and weak eyes he had been hurt. Dean had told him he got a concussion from being hit on the head, but it wasn't serious.

"Sam, good to see you. How ya holding up?"

"Still have a dull headache, but it's better than yesterday. Doc said I needed to take it easy for a few days and not push myself."

"Then you better do what the doctor says. Dean said a hunter took him to use as bait to get you, is that right?"

"Yeah, someone named Gordon Walker. He was a mean asshole. His soul was black, and he was full of rage and anger," Sam stated stiffly.

"I've heard some nasty things about him, but never hunted with him. You were lucky you weren't hurt worst."

"Oh, Walker didn't do that, Sam didn't duck when he should have and a flying piece of brick from the explosion nailed him on the side of the head," Dean offered ignoring Sam's bitch face.

"What explosion? Seems you left a few tidbits of information out Dean," Bobby chastised him.

"Sammy can tell you; I was too busy concentrating on the knife pressed to my throat." Dean pulled the can of coffee from the cabinet and began to fix a pot of coffee.

"Go ahead Sam, what happened?" Bobby asked.

Sam had taken a seat at the table and looked up and realized he was in the spotlight. He swallowed hard and wet his lips not sure he wanted to talk about it in from of John. He wasn't sure how much John saw at the house and didn't want to have the same reaction again as in the hospital, the first time.

"It's okay Sam, go ahead," John encouraged when he saw Sam cast a look his way and quickly drop it. He saw the uncertainty in his eyes and wanted to ease his mind. He knew it would take some hard work to win back the trust of his sons and he might as well start now. John knew he needed to hear what Sam was about to say.

"Dean went to a bar and I stayed at the motel to search for another hunt since the one we were checking out was a bust. He never came back and I went looking for him. I found the car at the bar but no sign of Dean. I went back to the motel and used astral projection to find him, hoping I wouldn't interrupt some one-night stand. I found him tied up in an abandoned house and Walker talking to him. I saw him set the traps for me and came back as he was sending me a message and picture of Dean." Sam stopped for a moment and gladly accepted the water Dean sat at his elbow and sipped on it. "I called Dad and left a voicemail to see if he was near to help and called you. When I got to the place, Walker had Dean at knife point using him as a shield. He got info from a demon about me and I tried to reason with him, but he wouldn't listen. I knocked the knife from his hand and deflected a bullet he fired at me. I guess Dad shot him as I threw him into the room that had the traps and he tripped one. That set the others off and blew the place up. I got knocked in the head like Dean said and ended up at the hospital. Walker didn't make it."

"Sounds like you boys are lucky to get out of that in one piece. I don't think anyone is going to miss him, so I wouldn't worry about it."

"Who wants coffee?" Dean asked when the pot dinged it was ready.

"Sounds good," John answered.

"Pour me one too son," Bobby replied.

"Here you go," Dean said. He sat the cups on the table and looked at Sam. "You need any pain meds?"

"I think I'm good. It's not that bad," Sam told him.

"Sammy, you don't need to suffer, if you need it, take it. Try just one and see how it does."

"I guess you're right," Sam sighed. He got up and shuffled off into the other room to find the pills in his bag.

"What if I head into town and get dinner for us. Don't think any of you feel like cooking tonight," Bobby suggested.

"Yeah, probably a good idea," Dean nodded.

"Why don't you come with me Dean?"

Dean looked over at Bobby as his brow knitted together. It wasn't said, but he knew what Bobby was trying to do. He was giving Sam and John time alone to talk, but Dean wasn't sure if he was strong enough yet to do this.

"Go on Dean, I'll be fine," Sam said from behind him. He had heard Bobby talking and knew what he was doing too. Sam was nervous and unsure, but he wanted to do this, and it would be easier if Dean wasn't here.

"You sure Sammy?" Dean asked glancing at his father, giving him a 'you better not hurt Sammy', look, before looking back at him.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he assured him.

"Might as well stop at the store while we're in town and pick up a few things," Bobby told Dean as he steered him from the room and toward the front door. "He'll be okay son," he whispered when they were outside. "Your brother is stronger than you think."

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Sam made sure they were gone before turning to his father and preparing himself for what was coming. He had wanted this for so long, but it was scary now that it was happening. They sat there in silence for what seemed like forever, because neither knew where to start the conversation. Finally, after twenty minutes and several torn napkins later, Sam finally spoke first.

"So, Dad, what do you want to know?" Sam asked not sure where to begin as he gave him a sidelong glance. He wanted to read him but was afraid of what he'd see.

"First, I want to apologize to you for how I reacted in the hospital that day. It just caught me by surprise when you told us you killed Yellow Eyes, and I guess I was confused, angry, scared, and not sure what to think. Maybe I was a little jealous that you did what I couldn't do and kill the Demon that killed your Mom. I had caught a demon and questioned him about Yellow Eyes and found out he had been killed by a powerful force they called the 'Boy King'," John paused for a moment as he cleared his throat. "When I realized the demon had been talking about you, I was horrified and concerned that you had been changed in some way and was turning evil." John stopped and sipped his coffee gathering his thoughts. He wanted to be honest with Sam and hoped to mend the rips in their relationship. "I wasn't thinking straight, blame some of it on my injuries but I couldn't see past my own fears and see you hadn't changed. I'm sorry I drove you away to deal with this on your own."

"I felt your thoughts in the hospital, you were scared of me and wasn't sure if I was still your son," Sam said softly as he worried with the label on the water bottle.

"I can't change the past Sam, and yes, I was scared at first and confused about it all. I shouldn't have put this conversation off as long as I did. I think I was ashamed of my actions and wasn't sure if I could face you and your brother. I didn't know if you wanted to see me again or not. Bobby tried to talk to me, but I was to hardheaded to listen to him. I know it might take some time for you to trust me again, but I hope you will give me the chance."

"I understand Dad. It was hard on me at first too. I had these…Powers and had no idea how to use them or control them. Once I finally accepted what had happened and that there was no way to get rid of them…I decided to use them to my advantage and started training myself and researching different psychic powers. I didn't know what I could do, so I experimented, trying to test my skills. It was slow learning since I didn't know what I was really dealing with. I'm just happy Missouri was able to help me."

"Dean told me basically what happened. The demons kidnapped you, possessed you and made you drink demon blood. If I could've stopped that or took your place, I would have. It makes me sick to know what you went through and I could do nothing to stop it. At first, I didn't want to believe that those things happened to you. I saw you save your brother's life back there at the house and stop Walker. If you hadn't had your powers both of you might be dead right now. What you did was…"

"Weird, freaky, bizarre, unnatural," Sam furnished for him.

"I wouldn't use those words, more like astounding, amazing and proud. You turned something that could be bad into something good. You didn't let it change who you are and what you believe. I should have seen that and known that you were strong enough to handle this. I am proud of you son," John said with sincerity.

Sam couldn't believe he was hearing those words from his father. He was proud of him and not rejecting him. Tears blurred his vision and he couldn't stop the soft sob from escaping his lips. He felt hands pulling him up into a hug and strong arms wrapping around his body. Sam hugged him back and let the tears flow as he buried his face into his father's neck. He took in the familiar smells that took him back to his childhood and the times he cuddled in his father's arms feeling safe and loved.

John saw Sam's eyes tear up and watched as he started breaking down. He couldn't sit still and went to him, pulling Sam into his embrace and holding him tight. He felt Sam return his hug and could feel the wetness of the tears on his neck as Sam let himself go. John rubbed his back and cupped the back of his neck, massaging it like he used to do when he was young and needed comforting. He couldn't stop his own tears from falling and kicked himself for waiting so long to do this. Maybe he was a coward and dumbass like Bobby said, but he was going to change that, starting right now. He was going to support both his sons and do whatever he could to keep them safe and be in their lives. He looked over Sam's shoulder as the door opened and Dean hurried in looking toward them. He stopped short as he took in the scene before stepping back out the door to allow them some privacy.

"Are you okay Sammy?" John asked him as Sam pulled away and wiped his face.

"Yeah, Dad, I am," Sam replied sniffing and clearing his throat.

"You'll have to explain to me what you can do, but that can wait until tomorrow or whenever you feel like talking some more."

"Alright, I can do that."

"Why don't you go tell your brother he can come in now?" John chuckled.

"Is he back?" Sam asked looking toward the door.

"Yes, I'm sure he's anxious to see if you're okay."

"I'll do that. And Dad, I'm glad we had this talk and that you can accept me like I am now," Sam told John before heading for the front door.

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The meal was finished, and Sam was putting away leftovers while the others finished their dessert, when the sharp pain struck, and he slid to his knees by the sink.

"S'mmy?" Dean cried out and was at his side in an instance, grabbing his face to look into his eyes. He could see the intense pain in them and knew what was happening. "Don't fight it, let it come," he coached him as Sam moaned in pain.

"What's going on?" John questioned getting up too. "Dean, what's happening to Sam?"

"He's having a vision," Dean told him without looking up. "Breath bro; remember what Missouri taught you. Go with it and let yourself see it."

Sam nodded he understood since he couldn't say anything as he forced his breathing to slow and watched the vision take shape in his mind. He focused on what was going on and tried to memorize the events happening. He could feel someone supporting him and the familiar touch of his brother as he gently massaged his tense neck. When it was finally over with, Sam collapsed into Dean sitting him back on his butt as he took his weight.

"Whoa Sammy, easy there," Dean said catching himself before he ended up flat on the floor.

"Here Sam; let me help," John offered getting him under the arms and helping him to stand long enough to get him to a chair.

"Need paper and pen," Sam rasped out as he tried to focus his eyes again.

Bobby grabbed them from a drawer and put the items in front of Sam. They all watched as he scribbled as fast as he could write filling several sheets of paper and part of another before stopping.

"Drink this son," Bobby offered sitting a shot glass in his hand with a small amount of whiskey in it.

Sam felt the glass being put in his hand and heard the words drink. He brought the glass to his lips with a shaky hand and down the whiskey, coughing lightly as it burned his throat. He took several deep breaths before looking up at Dean with fearful eyes.

"What did you see Sammy?"

Sam cleared his throat and looked down at what he had written, barely able to make out his shaky handwriting.

"I saw railroad tracks that encircled a graveyard. I think it's somewhere in Wyoming. I saw a battered, broken sign as the vision faded that had Wy-ng on it. A demon was there with white eyes and several others with black eyes. There was a guy with them who was human. He walked into the graveyard alone. I don't think the demons could follow him. In the middle of the place was a tomb with a strange door, like none I've ever seen. He pulled out this gun. It wasn't a normal gun, but something different. The guy took the gun and inserted the barrel into an opening on the tomb door and turned it. It was like some key and wheels began to spin, and cogs moved and suddenly the door opened and beings from hell began to pour out. There were hundreds of them going in every direction. Some headed for the demon with the white eyes and broke through the railroad tracks. This allowed him to enter the graveyard and he went to the guy with the gun. That's it, that's all I saw," Sam sighed feeling weak and drained.

"Did this gun look maybe old fashioned like what they used in the wild west?" John asked with interest.

"Yeah, I think so," Sam replied looking over at him. "Why? Do you know something?"

"I've been looking for that gun for years. It was what I was going to use to kill the Yellow Eyed Demon."

"Are you talking about the Colt?" Bobby asked.

"Yes."

"Tell us what you know," Dean insisted. He accepted the shot of whiskey pushed his way as he waited for John to answer.

"Rumor has it that back in the 1800's Samuel Colt made a special handgun that had supernatural powers. It was said this gun could kill anything supernatural. Over the years, the gun was lost and would show up only to disappear again. Most believed it was fake and didn't take stock in it, but I believe differently. I think it's out there and I've been looking for it. I've got Ash working on finding any leads on it right now. He has all the research I have done over the years and is trying to track who might have it now," John explained.

"So, what did this gun open?" Dean asked.

"If I was to wager a guess, I'd say a Devil's Gate," Bobby replied. "At least that's what it sounds like from Sam's description."

"Alright, so we know this cemetery is in Wyoming, that's a start?" Dean asked noticing Sam was getting tired.

"I think I have some research that we can look at," John offered.

"I think we have some time before this happens," said Sam, rubbing his temples and wincing in pain. "I know it's not going to happen now because there were leaves on the trees and the weather report said Wyoming just got hit with a snowstorm and dumped nearly ten inches of snow across it. Missouri said visions were not always of things that would be happening in a few days, they could be of events in the distant future."

"Okay, enough for tonight, you need to rest, we can continue this discussion tomorrow," Dean insisted.

"Your brother's right, why don't you two go on upstairs and turn in?" John agreed. "We'll talk more about this tomorrow."

"We've got to stop this from happening. I don't know who this white eyed demon is, but he's powerful and he's very dangerous," Sam said.

"So, you think it may be spring when this happens?" John asked.

"I guess," Sam replied wiping a shaking hand down his face. He slumped forward drained from the vision.

"Then that means the demons don't have the Colt either, but they're looking for it. We'll need to find it before they do."

"C'mon Sammy, let's go to bed," Dean urged helping him up and steering him toward the stairs. He looked back over his shoulder at the others and saw the worried look on their faces knowing they were thinking the same thing as he was.

There was a new monster out there that they needed to stop before he could carry out whatever evil plan he had in store for this world. It was just another day in the life of the Winchesters.

The End

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