Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, favored and alerted the story. Also thanks to Shaz44 whose message inspired me to try to exorcise my writer's block.

BrokenAngel1753-LOL Sorry for leaving the chapter like that and taking more than a year to update. I've had really bad writer's block, but it seems to have lifted now.

This Chapter might seem weird to everyone. I can't remember exactly what I had planned, but I have a couple later chapters already done so this is the outcome of what my mind formed from them.

Once again I DISCLAIMER that I do not own Supernatural. I only own the made ups in this story.

CHAPTER 5

The door opening and letting in the sounds from the world outside broke the silence that the father and son had going. John was sitting at the table looking over the information Sam had provided from library while Sam was sitting on the bed doing research of his own. As Dean, dressed as he had been before entering the house, entered he could see it looked to be homework. "I don't know if I have good news or bad news."

John looked at him. "Go ahead."

Dean turned a chair at the table around backwards and sat in it. "The families were found. One had a family emergency and had to leave. The other was just skipping out on the rent. There's no hunt here."

John glanced down at the research. "That's good. I'll call Bobby and see if he knows of another hunt."

"So were staying for a few days?" Dean sounded hopeful.

It almost made John want to smile. "Yes. Give you a chance to see Kat."

Sam slammed the book he was reading shut. "You two can't keep going on talking like I'm not here! I want to know what's going on." Seeing the dismissing look coming from his Dad Sam turned pleading eyes towards Dean. "Please, Dean. Why are you two being so secretive?"

Dean smirked at his brainy little brother. It made him proud to see just how smart he was turning out. "Dad's not telling you anything because its not his to tell."

John would have told Sam he didn't need to know what was going on, but he didn't want to kill Dean's good mood by getting in a fight with his youngest son right now. "I'm gunna check out the local bar. Stay put." John grabbed his keys and left Dean to handle this.

Sam's curiosity turned to anger at his Dad once again treating him like a little kid. He glanced down at his home school book and the rebellious side of him just wanted to forget his homework and find someone to hang out with, but the Sam that one day wanted to leave this all behind couldn't do that. Instead he tried to next best thing to complete rebellion. "Can we go to a movie?" He asked his brother.

"No. Faith is one of my ex-girlfriends. Not a word Sam." That got a smile out of the fourteen-year-old. "She got pregnant. Kat's my daughter."

Sam looked to be doing that math in his head. "Dean, you would have been…"

"I know how old we were." He said interrupting Sam. Dean glanced at the door and really hoped his Dad had gone to a bar and was not listening. "Thing is, Sam, we never did anything. We were too busy babysitting you."

Sam snorted in disbelief. "Dean, I know about your sex life. I'm the one who found the box of condoms in the back of the Impala and they have to be yours. If not I'm going to need therapy."

Dean waved off the comment. Of course they were his. "Think about it. Why would I lie?"

"Because…Because…Okay I got nothing." Sam moved to the end of the bed. "How is that possible? Are you sure…Kat's yours?"

"It's just something we've both always known." Dean wasn't sure how to put it, so he went with the cliché. "The feelings hard to explain. I suspect it had something to do with what Dad was hunting at that time. I've been researching it since Dad made us leave, but I haven't found anything to explain what happened."

"That just shows how bad a Father he is!" Sam went off topic as his anger rose again. "How could he force you to leave her if you wanted to stay?"

"I don't know. I think there was more to it than what I remember." Dean shrugged. "It's in the past, Sam. Our lives revolve too much around one event. We don't need to make something Dad did another."

The younger teenager never backed down on a fight about their Father. His feelings on what his Dad made them do had been well known over the years and no matter how much he saw the fighting hurting his older brother he just couldn't stop. Secretly he liked seeing Dean hurt, but didn't understand why. Dean had never done anything to him, besides the normal older brother stuff, to make him hate him. Sam wasn't even sure if he loved him. In reality he wasn't sure if he loved or even liked anyone. Seeing Dean now with confusion written all over him Sam still didn't feel any of those towards his older brother, but he still choose to back down. Why would he if he didn't feel anything? He was just as confused, as Dean seemed. "I can help you find out."

Dean's lips got a lopsided smirk. "Thanks, Sam, but I can find it out on my own. Both of us looking might alert Dad and I never told him the truth on what happened." Dean looked at the clock. "Gotta go meet up with Faith, Sammy. Do your homework and be good until Dad gets back. I'll take you to meet Kat before we leave, but her and I have to talk out some things first." Dean stood up from the chair and just to annoy his little brother he ruffled his hair on his way to the door.

Sam turned to crawl back up to where his schoolbooks were when he spotted the information on the area and disappearances that he had gotten for their Dad. "Hey, Dean, are you sure there's nothing going on?"

Dean had his hand on the doorknob to leave when the kid spoke. "Positive, Sam. I was with the Sheriff when he found out. Nothings wrong. Everything's good. Just be glade nothing happened to those people." He opened the door and left.

Sam listened for the roar of the Impala to fade far enough away before he got off the bed and grabbed his room key. His Dad may believe Dean, but Sam felt the Sheriff was wrong. It was time to talk to some of the locals himself.


John had gone to the nearest bar, but not to do what his sons thought he was going to. The bars only pay phone was busy when he arrived making him really wish he had one of those cell phone things that Dean had insisted on getting. John waited impatiently near the phone, but the woman on it didn't seem to be willing to end her conversation anytime soon. He knew what would happen if he stayed so he went back outside and headed towards the downtown area, hoping to find another one. The downtown was steadily busy, but no one paid the rough looking man any more attention than a passing glance. He didn't even get any nods, which was not surprising to him. Few small town people weren't suspicious of strangers. The whole atmosphere of the town wasn't the friendliest; he wasn't sure if they meant him to leave or not.

The only pay phone on main was out of order, but he remembered the diner they had breakfast in this morning had one, so he headed that way. The place was still open and the three men from this morning still sitting at the counter when he entered. There was a new waitress at the counter; like the others she didn't seem to hate nor want John around. The three older gentlemen were quieter this time and spoke quietly among themselves even though it appeared that they didn't notice John's entrance. The brown haired man was beginning to get the feel of something wrong. He went straight for the payphone. He put some change in and dialed a number he had burned into his memory. "Hey, Bobby, It's John." He said as soon as his old friend picked up. "We got nothing here. Have you picked up on anything that we could help with?" He glanced at the waitress, now watching him, and turned his back to the rest of the room. "Something that would put us on the road ASAP."

"I'm sure I have something." Papers could be heard rattling on Bobby's end. "Is everything okay?"

"I'll tell you later." Out the window John saw the Impala drive passed and soon after that Sammy hurrying down the street. "Damn it. Can't they listen just once?"

Bobby chuckled knowing whom he meant. "Where are you at any ways?"

"Parctus Michigan. We thought we had something, but everything turned up."

"Probably for the bes…I know that name. Hang on, John." It sounded like Bobby had put the phone down and John waited for the second time that day. He heard the diner's door open and out of the corner of his eye he saw Ed, Ralph, and Bob leaving. The three men stopped in front of the window nearest the payphone as Bob fixed his hair using the windows reflection. John picked up a few stray words from Bob about having a hot date with a widower tonight and that he wished he would have thought about getting some Viagra. John hoped Dean would live to be that vulgar at that age. He could see how his oldest child could have hit it off quickly with the three men. They seemed to finally notice him and waved through the window, which he returned. It was that moment he saw the rings each of them wore. Bobby returned to the phone as they walked away. "Are you sure everyone turned up okay?"

"According to Dean. He was with the Sheriff when he found out. Sam found out through town records that a lot of houses are abandoned, more than a small town should have." John tried to see where the three men had gone, but they were out of sight. "What did you find?"

"There's not much on the town." Bobby answered. "I have a journal here of a hunter who was killed in the area in the late eighteen hundreds. It doesn't say much. He was hunting something there, but it doesn't say what. His last entry he said he had to check out the land."

John swore under his breath and grew agitated because this news meant he couldn't leave just yet. "One of Dean's old friends lives here. She remembers him and if we stay I don't know what's going to happen."

"No matter how much you want to keep your boys close to keep them safe Dean's a man now, John. You can't stop him from doing what he wants. Just remember he's changed since Chicago. Whatever happened there he seems to believe hunting is his destiny more now than he did before."

"I don't think that…" The automated voice came on the line telling him to deposit more money. He did. "It's Faith. She still has the kid and Dean's met her."

"You need to stay out of that. Dean will do what he feels is right and your just going to have to let him do that. Don't let your hard head make you do something stupid."

"I'll do what I have to." John growled growing agitated. "If you come up with anything else on the town call Dean's cell phone." He hung up the pay phone and left the diner to get his truck and find his boys.