A/N: The boys are still missing but soon, and I mean very soon, will be showing up. Hope you enjoy. D

Chapter 2

Bobby walks over to the table John was sitting at. "Thanks Joe. You let me know if you hear anything." Bobby listens to the person on the phone. "Thanks again." The call was ended and he looks at John. "Joe hasn't heard of anything supernatural on their route here, but he'll keep an ear out." John stared at his coffee cup. "John. We'll find them." With a subtle grin, he adds, "Hell they could be pulling up as we speak." Both knew that wasn't going to happened. Changing back to the seriousness of the problem, Bobby stopped next to his friend and rested a hand on John's shoulder.

John's mind was working itself into a frenzy. "None of this make sense. Father Thomas dead." John looked up to his friend. "What the hell's going on, Bobby?" Both men were at a lost for words. Realization came across John's face. The story the priest told him about rankings of demons and that thing not being able to hurt Dean anymore. "What if everything he told me was a lie?" John quickly stood. "What if it was Yellow-eyed?"

"Easy there, John. We don't know anything right now. And as for what he told you, it could have been the truth. We both know demons, if he was one, do tell the truth too." Bobby could tell the worry is wearing thick on John Winchester. A man who's obsessed with finding the yellow-eyes bastard after his wife's death, now may have to face the lost of both his boys. "What about we back track them? We have to cross their path somewhere."

John nods his head in agreeing with his friend. On that, both men gathered their things together and went outside. "Maybe we should split up."

"I don't think so, John. We don't know what we're up against here." Bobby was ready for an argument with the eldest Winchester, but instead John looked blankly out across the junk yard and nodded his head.

The decision was made to take Bobby's Chevelle. With this, the two of them began their quest for the whereabouts the Winchester boys are. Bobby continued driving as he occasionally looked in John's direction. John was trying the boys' cell phone again. Only getting their voice mail, that didn't stop John from trying again till finally he grew tired and frustrated. He mumbled something inaudible for Bobby, but Bobby knew how the man was feeling. Bobby was in his own thoughts. He loved them boys and if anything bad happened to them, Bobby didn't know how he himself will take it. Much less how John would.

They have been driving for about an hour when Bobby noticed John had dozed off with his head resting against the window. Bobby wondered how long it's been since John had a good night sleep. His best guess would have been over twenty years. Most likely not since his wife's death. Even when the Winchesters first started coming to his place, Bobby observed John watching his boys sleep. Almost like he was afraid that if he went to sleep, they would be gone when he woke up. To the knowing eye, some would have seen John Winchester as a hard man with his friends and family. Especially with his boys, but Bobby knew better. Alone, John loved on them boys, more than life itself. Even though Sam could never see that with his many fights with his father. Dean did see those moments of a caring father. 'We have to find them.' Bobby thought to himself.

John didn't realize he was tired till the miles were melted away. He first thought he would only rest his eyes, but with the rumble of the engine, John rest turned into a deep sleep. The sound of the engine slowly morphed into a hissing noise. John opened his eyes not to the interior of Bobby's car, but to a small simple cabin. Laying on a cot, John found himself looking at a wall covered in a wallpaper of pages from a book. A closer look gave way to seeing the pages were of the Bible. He heard the hissing noise again. Rolling over to the other side, John could see an elderly man standing by what looked to be a stove. He was pouring two cups of, he guessed, coffee before the elderly man turned to face John.

"Welcome to my home, John Winchester." He said. John now could tell the man was a priest. Distrust washed over John. "It's ok. I'm here to help you found your boys, John."

John set up, swinging his legs, meeting the floor. "How do you know my name?" Still not trusting this priest, John didn't move. The priest moved over to a table in the middle of the room and set down with both cups. "Where am I?" John asked as he looked around.

"You are in my home." A smile comes across the priest face. "Samuel looks a lot like you." The priest rested his elbows on the table. "I'm guessing Dean took after their mother?"

Realization came to John. "You're the priest that helped Sammy get Dean back." The priest nodded. "You can help me find my boys?"

"That is why you are here, John." The priest motioned for John to take a seat at the table. "You don't have much time." John moved over to the table, only wrapping his hands around the cup as his eyes never left the priest's stare. "They are getting stronger."

John wondered, "Who?"

"The enemies who now run freely in your world. There is an evil which I have seen under the sun, and it is common among men: " The priest continued. "Samuel called me Father Michael. Why? I don't know. Your kind likes to name things."

"My kind?" The priest laughed at John's response. "What are you? An angel?" John really didn't believe in angels, but he could not disregard them.

The priest started to laugh. "Just like your son. Samuel asked the same questions. No, I am not an angel. And before you ask, I am not a demon either. I am a Guardian. A Guardian of the gate that your boys encountered." The priest leaned in closer. "John, something came into your world with your boys. You have to stop it. And the only way to stop it is to kill its master."

John listened to the priest's word. "That's what Father Thomas said." Remembering the words of the once trusted priest.

The priest let out a soft laugh. "Father Thomas?" More talking to himself. "That's a well chosen name." He looks more intensely at John. "Your Father Thomas did tell you the truth. The entity that you trapped is only a servant to only one of the generals of Lucifer." Again he leaned in closer to John. "He is out to destroy your family, John."

John was still trying to grasp what was going on around him. He also leaned in closer to the priest. "Is he Yellow-eyes? The demon that killed my wife?" Anger slowly started to grow in the eldest Winchester.

"No. But he is just as evil. Listen to me, John. You are going to encounter events that will vanquish even the strongest warrior. You have to have faith. Your boys are stronger than you realize, but they do need your help in this. The evil that has them is not going to let them go till one or both are dead."

John set back in the chair he was sitting in. Losing one of his sons, much less both, was not an option. He looked again into the eyes of this priest that his son had trusted. "What do I do? How do I find my boys?"

The priest also leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Right. Stop and get something to eat."

John's eyes opened with the sharp intake of air he took in his lungs. He was sitting in the passenger seat of Bobby's car. His friend was still driving. Bobby looked over when John woke with a startle. "You ok, John?" Bobby asked worrying about his friend.

"Yeah." John thinks back to the strange dream he had. Looking out the window, he saw a diner coming up. "Let's stop to eat."

Bobby gave his friend an odd look. "Ok." Not knowing what to say. The Chevelle pulled into the parking space in front of the diner. His eyes searched the surroundings. "You think the boys stopped here?" Bobby finally asked.

"I don't know." John couldn't tell Bobby about the strange dream, but inside he did feel that they did. "I just have this gut feeling." Bobby nodded his head and both men walked inside.

The diner was quiet, with only one other customer sitting at the counter. Bobby and John walked over to a booth and set down. A waitress came over. A middle-aged woman with light touches of gray in her hair but a youthful smile on her face said. "Howdy. Would you like something to drink?" She asked as she set a menu in front of each man.

"Coffee, please." Bobby said than looked at John. John nodded also.

"Two coffees. Be right back." She turned toward the kitchen to retrieve her customer's orders. On returning, she set the cups in front of the men. She noticed that neither had picked up the menus. "You need more time before ordering?"

John was quick to answer. "We were wondering if you can help us?"

"If I can." Something told this woman that these men were searching for something.

John started to speak. "We're looking for two young men. Brothers. One's very tall with shabby brown hair and the other is a few inches shorter with short dirty blonde hair." He was about to continue with a description but stopped when the woman's face lit up.

"Yeah. I remember them." She laughed softly. "They kept picking at each other. Just like my own brothers." She eyed John a little closer. "I would say you're their father. Am I right?" John nodded. "You have yourself some good looking boys there."

"When did they stop?" Bobby asked. The waitress turned to look at him. Bobby grinned. "Uncle, by marriage."

She laughed. "I guess it was about three days ago. I have never seen anybody eat as much as cutey-pie." She leaned in closer. "I think the younger one was just as surprised."

"Did you see which way they went when they left?" John was hoping against hope.

"Let's see. Can't recall. Don't remember when they left." She could see the sadness come over the dark-haired man's face. "Wait." She turned to the lone man sitting at the counter. "Hey, Cliff?" The man turned to his name. "You remember them boys that stopped by a few days ago?" The man thought for a minute then nodded his head. "You remember which way they went?"

The old man turned to face the booth now. "They were driving a classic Impala. '67?" Both Bobby and John nodded. "Nice wheel. Yeah. I saw them leave. Took off south."

"Thank you." John was relieved. They had something to go on now. The waitress turned back to the men smiling. "What do we owe you?"

"It's on the house, darling. Them boys of your left me a nice tip the other day." She was happy to repay them for the tip. She watched the men get up and leave. "Ye'all come back now. You hear." She smiled as they left. She walked over to Cliff.

Cliff also watched them leave and saw what car they got into. A man who liked classic cars, he simple said. "Not bad." Than turned back to his plate.

Bobby pulled the car onto the road. "John. What's going on?" He caught a glance toward his friend. "How did you know to stop."

John was staring out the windshield watching the road. "I had a dream. A priest."

"Father Thomas?" Bobby quickly asked.

"No. Another one. The one that helped Sammy get Dean back. Told me to stop and eat." He looked at Bobby with the corner of his lip turned up. "Yeah. Strange. Anyway. He also told me that the thing that followed Dean out of the fog is after the boys." Bobby nodded in understanding. John saw the road split up ahead. "Go right."

"You sure?" Bobby asked.

John remembered the priest saying 'Right'. "Yeah. I'm sure." The car veered right. A few more miles, they came to an area where a group of warehouses set. They both saw an opened gate. John pointed to the opening. "In there." Bobby blindly followed the directions. They drove around slowly. Moving between the building as they went. "THERE!" John's voice boomed in the interior of the car. Both saw what they were looking for. Setting next to one of the buildings was Dean's Impala.

They exited the car and moved cautiously toward the Impala. Bobby laid a hand on the hood. "Cold. It's been sitting here for awhile." He also noticed the dust on the car. John had already moved toward a door to the building they were by. Bobby followed.

John tried the door but it would not open. Bobby moved next to John and they both looked at each other before they tried again together. The door squeaked as it moved under their combined weight. The dark interior of the building was flooded by the daylight from outside. Both men stood there. Shock washed over them at the sight before them. "Oh God, No." John could only say.

TBC

VERSE REFERENCE: Ecclesiastes 6:1

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