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A special thanks to AlElizabeth for beta'ing my story

A/N: I know it's be a while since I've updated the story, I am so sorry. Writer's block is so not fun!

I know it's short and I am hoping to get another chapter up soon. Please enjoy and review.

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Chapter Three

John looked up the coordinates and nearly dropped the glass of whiskey he was holding. It was like a slap in the face when he saw where the directions led to; Lawrence, Kansas. He hasn't been to Lawrence since the fire. He didn't want to go back. There were too many memories there. And the fact that Johnson took his son there was like a big 'fuck you' to John. The next morning, John and Sam loaded their gear into the truck and the headed for Kansas. Even though Bobby was totally against Sam going with John, the eldest Winchester knew that if he left Sam behind the boy would find away to get to Kansas by himself. He figured if he took Sam with him, he could at least keep an eye on him.

The drive was eerily quiet. Sam hardly spoke two words the entire drive. John knew Sam was blaming himself for Dean's abduction. John didn't know how to get it into Sam's head that it was not his fault, and that worried John greatly.

When they finally reached Lawrence, they had two hours left on the clock before they had to get to the warehouse. John decided to book a room at a local motel so when they got Dean back they could stay there the night and patch him up and let him rest before they got back to Sioux Falls.

Sam put his and Dean's duffel bags on the far bed and went into the bathroom and closed the door. John was sitting at the table trying to read the paper trying to calm down. Sam's phone was sitting on the bed where he had left it when it rang. Sam bolted out of the bathroom just to see his Dad already answering his phone.

"Johnson," John said. "Where's Dean?"

"Hello to you too," Johnson said. "Where are you?"

"Lawrence."

"Okay, good. Do you have Sam?"

John looked over at Sam who was standing in the bathroom doorway.

"Yeah, I have him."

"Good, because there has been a change of plans."

"What?! Where's my son, you sonofabitch!?"John yelled.

"Keep that fire, John. You will need it. Meet me at your house." Johnson said.

"What?"

"That is where you will find Dean. And don't forget, bring Sam."

The phone clicked. Slowly John lowered the phone from his ear and looked over at his son. Sam walked over to John and took the phone from him to see the contact of who he was talking too. Sam had to see Dean's name just to know he was near. When Sam got the phone, it beeped again. Sam opened the message and again had a horrid look on his face. John took the phone and looked at the opened message.

"SonofaBitch!" John yelled again throwing the phone and this time successfully breaking it when it hit the wall. "Come on, let's go." John grabbed Sam's arm and escorted him out of the motel room and into the truck.

"What did he say?" Sam asked

"Where to meet him," John said driving.

"Where?"

"A place I never wanted to go back to." John growled taking the turnoff to their old house. "Where this all started."

In about five minutes John and Sam were parked outside the house.

"Dad," Sam said after a few minutes of them just sitting there. "Is this the old house?"

"Yeah," John answered.

The house was still standing. It looked like someone rebuilt the portion of the house that caught on fire so many years ago. It didn't look like anyone lived there, though. The yard looked like it hasn't seen a lawnmower since John cut it three days before the fire.

"Sam," John said still looking at the house. "Before we go in, I need you to promise me that you will not leave my side."

"Dad," Sam said.

"I mean it, Sammy," John looked over at Sam. "Do not leave my side for nothing."

"Yes sir," Sam said getting out of the truck.

John got out of the truck and the both of them walked up to the house. John opened the door. When they walked in they looked around the house. John was holding on to the back of Sam's jacket, just in case Sam would try to run off. They walked through the living room that was connected to the kitchen. On the floor was what looked like a heap of clothes. When they got a little closer, Sam could see the familiar look of the leather jacket that Dean was wearing when he dropped Sam off at school.

"Dean" Sam said. John's grip lax a little. Just enough for Sam to slip out of his grip and run to Dean's side.

"Sam, no!"

Before John could get to Sam who was already at Dean's side the door that separated the kitchen and the living room slam shut. And John just saw a flash of white light when something hard landed across the back of his head. And the last thing he remembered seeing before losing consciousness was a pair of feet walking into the kitchen with his sons. Then everything went black.

TBC

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