I want to start off by saying this is not my original story. That belongs to Dr. Serpico. Everything that is done it's because of them. Thank you so much for trusting me with this story, and I hope I don't let you down.

Please comment and Enjoy, especially you Dr. Serpico! I hope I didn't butcher this.

John was a really doting grandparent and he wanted to make Ben and Sybil's week lots of fun as possible. So twenty minutes after Dean and Lisa had left, John walked into the kitchen and poured himself a mug of his coffee and sat down at the table to discuss the plans for his grandchildren.

"Grandpa, can we go fishing today?" Ben asked just as John sat down. He was about to say something to Ben when Sybil appeared holding onto her grandpa's arm.

"But I want to go to the circus." Sybil injected her large green eyes locking in her grandpas. John looked back and froth between Ben and Sybil before his eyes rested on his son, Sam's eyes were wide with fear.

"Fishing." Ben snapped looking at his sister.

"Circus." Sybil countered.

"Fishing!"

"Circus!"

"Enough both of you." John's voice was loud enough to be heard but low enough so that he wasn't fully yelling at his grandchildren. "Here's what we'll do. We'll go to the circus today, since Ben, it's a bit to late to fish. We'll go early tomorrow would that be okay?" Ben shrugged and then nodded before John looked down at Sybil. "So Sybil you're wanting to go to the circus today?" Sybil nodded excitement making her eyes sparkle. "Alright we'll go to the circus af-"

"I don't want to go to the circus, daddy." Sam said shaking with fear. "It's too scary."

"Sammy," John said his voice stern. "It's my turn to talk." Sam's eyes lowered and John gently patted his son's shoulder. "It's okay, I was going to take Ben and Sybil to the circus since you have your therapy appointment with Dr. Sullivan today. Remember?" Sam lowered his head with shame. John could see he had forgotten, and felt his heart drop too.

"It's okay Uncle Sammy," Sybil said running over and wrapping her small arms around him as far as she could. "Everyone forgets something now and then. Even daddy forgets stuff." Sam glanced down at Sybil and smiled. John was happy that Sybil was his son's best friend. Especially when Sam was having a temper tantrum Sybil seemed to be the only one that could calm him down.

"Alright, since we have our day planed out Ben, Sybil go get dressed and Sam I'll call Mrs. Tran to come pick you up from therapy okay."

"Okay!" Sam's face lit up with a wide smile, he loved it when he got to hang out with Mrs. Tran and her son Kevin. They were really nice to him.

Ben and Sybil arrived a few minutes later dressed and ready to go, and they helped John place their dirty dishes in the sink even Sam helped a little. A few minutes later, they were climbing in John station wagon and were heading towards town, to drop of Sam at the therapy office. After Sam waved goodbye, when Dr. Sullivan took him inside to start his session, John and his grandchildren went off towards the Circus.

~DSCWin~

It was a very fun and pleasant afternoon as John, Ben and Sybil walked among the circus performers. They stopped and pointed at the animals that seemed to love the attention they were given. They were happy that Sam wasn't there for a minute after the third group of clowns came running up to them and started to twist and pull on long balloons making an animal for Ben and a princess hat for Sybil.

At around lunch time, John stepped to the side a little ways away from Ben and Sybil to call and check up on Sam. Mrs. Tran answered and said everything was just fine. She said that Sam was taking a nap. John smiled and looked at his grandchildren and let out a sigh. After ending the call with Mrs. Tran, John walked over towards the food booth and paid for lunch.

After another hour of running around and winning a teddy bear for Sam, John loaded up Ben and Sybil and left to pick up Sam. He was so happy his grandchildren were having fun that when he arrived at Mrs. Tran's house, the thought of something bad happening was far beyond the reaches of his mind.

Kevin Tran was in a panic as he stood on the porch as John pulled up. John's first thought was that his son had gotten hurt or passed out. He turned off his car and raced up the few steps and Kevin looked scared.

"What's going on Kevin?" John asked peering over the young man's shoulder. He could only see Mrs. Tran kneeling down and her soft voice was hard to hear.

"I don't know how to explain it." Kevin said sweat began to fall in small beads down the young man's face. "He was just fine, Sam had woken from a nap, mom was making him some lunch when he just fell to the ground screaming that his head was hurting him."

"Did he do or say anything else?" John asked stepping through the door. Ben and Sybil closely behind also followed but kept their distance afraid to see what state their uncle was in.

"Actually," Kevin started but couldn't finish because Sam was now screaming again rocking back and forth banging his curved back against the wall sending a few Tran family pictures clattering to the floor.

"No! Stop!" Sam screamed his eyes were shut tight sweat and tears were falling down the man's face. "Stop hurting them! Leave them alone!" John bent down next to Mrs. Tran who looked just as scared.

"Sam," John said gently grabbing his son's hands. "Sammy! I'm here it's okay. You're just fine." But Sam didn't acknowledge his father's presence. He just kept screaming and rocking back and forth. John glanced at his grandchildren, he was starting worry about what they will start to think about their uncle now.

"Uncle Sammy?" Sybil's soft voice surrounded John and Sam, but Sam still rocked back and forth. His hands were shoved in his eyes as if that were to help his pounding headache.

"Sam," John tried again to reach his distant son. Try to find out what was troubling him. "I'm here, daddy's here. What's going on? Tell me please." It was as if someone was digging into Sam's brain, he let out a painful groan. Mrs. Tran ordered Kevin to take Ben and Sybil to John's house and to wait for John to get home.

Kevin nodded and ushered the two kids out but Sybil hesitated. She hated to see her uncle in pain or scared. But the front door closed behind them separating them from their grandfather and uncle. As soon as the door closed John's attention came back to his son who was now shaking under his hands.

"Sam," John pulled him closer and began to rub his back, something he had done for home back when he was younger and had nightmares. Somehow it seemed that was what he needed. "Sam are you okay now?" Sam's hazel eyes were now looking into his father's, tear stains on his cheeks and slowly nodded. But he laid his head back on John's shoulder and closed his eyes. John let his son sit there and glanced over at Mrs. Tran who looked relieved that Sam was doing better. "I'm so sorry for this." He said softly still gently stroking his son's back.

"It's no one's fault John." She said brushing the man's hair out of his closed eyes. "I'm so happy to see him doing better. Just have one question, has this happened before?"

John let out a sigh which startled his son just a little but he didn't start to cry instead he looked up at his dad who was smiling at him. "Sammy, why don't you go grab your shoes. Then we'll go home. Benny and Sybil want to tell you what happened today." Sam smiled and nodded and vanished down the hall towards the room, Mrs. Tran had given him to take a nap in. Once he was gone John stood up and leaned on Mrs. Tran's counter.

"It was about five years ago," John said letting out a small sigh. "Sam was having a nightmare and he said that Dean had gotten hurt at work said that a car was going to fall on him. I told him it was just a bad nightmare." He let out a small shake and wiped away some tears at the memory. "Got a call that next morning that Dean was in the hospital. A car had indeed fallen on him and he broke two ribs and his left leg. Sam blamed himself for a week after he found out. I just said it was just a coincidence that it happened." He shook his head in disbelief that this was happening again.

"Daddy, I found my shoes." Sam stood in the doorway holding his shoes in his hand. John smiled and helped him put them on. "I'm sorry Mrs. Tran for any mess I made." Mrs. Tran let out a small chuckle and wrapped her arm around the tall man. "Are you mad at me?"

"No," She said ruffling his mop of brown hair. "Just get feeling better okay. Maybe sometime next week you can come and hang out with me and Kevin again." Sam nodded and rushed out of the door leaving John to wrap his arms around Mrs. Tran and held her close. "Take care of yourself, John." She said rubbing his shoulder.

"Thanks so much for what you do, Linda." John said giving Mrs. Tran a quick hug before running after his son, who thankfully was sitting on the top of the steps waiting for his dad. "Come on Sammy." He felt his son grip his hand as they walked down the sidewalk the three blocks to his house, after all Kevin did take Ben and Sybil in the station wagon.

~DSCWin~

After dinner, and after putting Sam to bed, John started to clean up. Sybil came in a few minutes later and started to help her grandpa clean up after dinner. Ben sat in front of the television and was playing the few good games that John had for his grandchildren and Sam.

"Grampa, is uncle Sammy going to be okay?" Sybil asked bringing a couple of dirty plates that had been left on the table.

John slowly nodded his head and looked down at his granddaughter's messy light brown hair. Her large green eyes made her look just as beautiful as she did the minute she was born seven years ago. "Yep," He gently picked up Sybil and set her on the counter next to the sink. "Sammy's going to be okay."

"What was wrong with him?"

"He was just having a bad day. Don't worry, I'm sure it's not going to happen again." He kissed Sybil's nose and jumped when the phone started to ring. He looked at the clock, it was nearly 8 at night. He wasn't expecting anyone to call and was nervous when he gripped the cordless and hit the answer button. "Hello?"

"Hey Dad," John's heart had slowed tremendously at the sound of his oldest son's voice. "Just calling to let you know we made it safe to California, and to the beach house. We would have called earlier but we had to see Lisa's parents. They send their love by the way."

"Well, it's good to hear from you." John said Sybil started to bounce on the counter she was missing her dad so much and John let out a soft chuckle. "Your daughter wants to say goodnight." He handed the phone to his granddaughter who instantly snatched it and placed it over her ear.

"Hi daddy!" Her face was split in a large smile. "Yeah, Grampa took me and Benny to the Circus! I won a teddy bear for Uncle Sammy! When are you and Mommy getting back?" John felt hurt, She wants to leave me already? "Not like that I was wondering because I miss you and mommy." She nodded and looked up at her grandpa. "Okay. I love you too, Daddy. Goodnight!" She handed the phone back to John and he set her on the floor.

"Ben you want to talk to you parents?" John called before he placed the phone to his ear. Ben shook his head, his focus on the game that was in front of him. "Alright, well you two enjoy the rest of your trip."

"Everything okay dad?" Dean could sense the hurry in his dad's voice. He usually got that way when something bad has happened. "Is Sam okay?"

"Your brother's fine. We had a little bit of an issue this afternoon but he's just fine."

"What kind of an issue?"

John let out a sigh and watched as Sybil stared at him her head resting on her arms and looking up at her grandpa. "Just a little bit of a tantrum. He's calm now, your kids are fine. Now go enjoy yourselves okay?" He walked over towards Sybil and picked up her. "Goodnight there son."

"Alright, night dad."

~DSCWin~

It was nearing two in the morning when John felt something gently shaking him. He opened his eyes and jumped. The form of his late wife was standing next to his bed, still wearing her nightgown and looking like she did the day he lost her. Her eyes were bright in the darkness as she bent down brushing her pale lips against his forehead. "Mary?" He breathed. She smiled and vanished only to reappear on his ceiling above his bed. Her once white nightgown stained red. He let out a loud scream as she burst into flames like she had down all those years ago.

He felt himself falling out of his bed but as soon as he landed, the heat from the fire vanished and Mary's form vanished along with it. "Grampa?" Sybil stood in her grandpa's door her hair flowing down past her shoulders her bright yellow nightgown flowed as she rushed to her grandpa's side looking deeply in his brown eyes. "Did you fall out of your bed?" She asked and John nodded.

"Did I wake you up, sweetie?" He was wiping away some sweat that had started to form against his graying hair. Sybil shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck. "What's the matter?"

"I just couldn't sleep. Something is making me feel scared." John remembered when Dean was Sybil's age and had nightmares. He shook his head before standing up.

"Come on, I know the perfect remedy for that." John said with a smile walking towards his opened bedroom door. He walked towards a door next to him and peered inside. Ben's thirteen year old snores echoed from his bed and John slowly closed the door. Sybil was holding John's hands when he peered inside his son's room. The nightlight that was plugged on Sam's desk started to flicker.

Even though he had been out of the hunting job for years, John's hunting instincts kicked in. "Sybil go in your brother's room now."

"Grampa?"

"Sybil please. Go into your bother's room, and stay there until I come and get you." Sybil nodded and quickly rushes over towards her brother's room and vanishes. John took I deep breath to steady himself as he slowly pushed his son's door open wider.

A young man stood staring at Sam who was clearly having another nightmare as apparent by the flinches from his eyebrows and eyes. John quickly and silently walked into the kitchen and wrapped his hand around his salt container. He knew that once he threw it the ghost will only be gone for a few seconds maybe minutes but he had to get his son and grandchildren out of the house. As he traveled down the hallway back to his son's room, he saw Ben and Sybil's heads poking out of around the corner of the door. He waved his hand and they quietly moved down the hallway.

"Sybil, Ben go to the car and wait for me there. Don't come out for anything and don't let anything see you okay?" Ben nodded but Sybil looked confused, but the scream from Sam's room filled them all with fear. "Go now!" John screamed rushing back to his son's room. Pushing the door open his heart was pounding in his chest. The spirit of the young man had changed from simply looking to inching towards Sam who was sitting up and understandably frightened. "GET AWAY FROM MY SON YOU..."

He couldn't finish. He couldn't swear in front of his son, instead he opened the salt container lid and tossed the white powder at the ghost. It vanished and John wasted no time in grabbing Sam's arm and pulled him towards the front door. The Ghost appeared behind them grabbing Sam by the shoulder. John's eyes narrowed again before tossing the salt back at the ghost. Once again the spirit vanished.

~DSCWin~

Sam was asleep in the backseat with Sybil's head leaning on his shoulder. Ben was sitting in the front and was looking at his grandpa who didn't seem to be heading in a specific place just away from the house. "Is everything okay grandpa?" Ben asked after he watched as John pulled off at a rest area just a few miles away from his home.

"Not really, Ben." John admitted turning his head at the two sleeping forms in the back. "What ever you do don't tell anyone what happened at the house okay?"

"Okay." Ben said nodding. "But what did happen?"

John licked his lips nervously and rubbed his face. "To be perfectly honest, something that hasn't happened in years. We just were attacked by a spirit."

"Spirit? Like a ghost or something?"

"Yes," John felt something burning inside his chest, but it wasn't heartburn it was anger. Anger at the thing that left him alone for twenty-four years and now it was coming after him, son and grandchildren. "Looks like we won't be going fishing today." He said with a sad smile. Ben shrugged and clapped his grandfather's shoulder.

"It's okay, Grandpa. I'm sure we'll go fishing one of these days." Ben smiled making John smile back. As soon as Ben fell asleep John pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number he hadn't in nearly twelve years.

"Hello?" Came a gruff reply from the other end.

"Bobby, it's me. John."