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A/N: Please forgive me for not updating sooner. I had the worst case of writer's block. But everything's fine. I know this chapter is short, but I wanted to hurry and give you a chapter once I was able to write it. :) I hope you like it.

Chapter 4

Sam is sitting on the floor, cradling Dean's head in his arms when a hand grabs the collar of his shirt and yank him away from his brother. Sam, trying to keep his grip on Dean, feels his brother's leather coat slip from his fingers. Johnson picked Sam up and slams him into the far wall. Johnson pulls out a gun from his waistband.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked, half-terrified half-angry.

Johnson, still pinning Sam against the wall with one arm, points the gun directly at Dean threateningly.

"Well, Sammy, it seems that we are back where we started," Johnson said, grinning fiendishly, "You know what you can do."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asks, struggling against Johnson's arm. "I can't do anything."

"Well, let's put that to the test, shall we?" Johnson cocks his head and Sam narrows his eyes suspiciously.

Johnson pulls the hammer back on the gun and Sam starts struggling more.

"You see, the last time I had a gun on Dean you moved him out of the way."

"What?!" Sam gasped, "I wasn't even there!"

"Seriously," Johnson said putting his full attention on Sam. "Think about it. Think back to that day. What do you remember?"

"I remember Dean coming to get me, and then I woke up in the car," Sam said.

Sam thought back to what he felt when he first woke up in the car. But that couldn't be what Johnson was talking about. Could it? He didn't do anything. He just called out Dean's name. He didn't do anything. Why was Johnson so adamant that he had done something to protect his older brother?

"I saw what you did. Dean came in. I shot at him and the bullet barely missed him. He fell to the floor and his gun flew out of his hand. You did that." Johnson insisted. Was he crazy?

"No," Sam said struggling against Johnson's arm. No, Sam thought. It was a nightmare. He didn't really shoot at Dean. In his dream he was standing beside Dean when the gun went off and he pushed Dean out of the way and got shot himself. But it was a nightmare. It wasn't real. Was it?

Johnson fully turns and faces Sam and puts the gun under the young man's chin.

"Well, I say you did. You say you didn't. Why don't we test that theory?"

"What are you talking about?" Sam's voice got shaky being pulled from his thoughts.

"I want to prove to you that you moved your brother, so here is your chance. You see this gun. I want you to either take the gun from my hand, or move your brother."

Johnson half turns again and points the gun at Dean. Sam starts struggling more, trying to get out of Johnson's grip. Johnson gets angry. He shoves the gun into the waistband of his jeans and hits Sam across the face. Sam cries in pain. The impact was harder than he had anticipated. He can feel warm liquid dribble down his chin. He knew he was bleeding.

Johnson reaches back for the gun again and points it back at Dean. He fires a shot right beside Dean and Sam screams, terrified at the near-miss.

"Now that you know I am serious, you need to move your brother or stop this gun. And I am an excellent shot."

Sam looks at his brother still laying on the floor- still unconscious- becoming scared that he would lose the one person who meant the world to him. And he didn't know how to stop it. He didn't know what powers Johnson was talking about. What was he going to do? How could he save his brother?

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John woke up. It took him a minute to realize where he was. He couldn't remember why he was here. Then it came back to him in pieces. Dean on the floor. Sam pulling from his grip. Johnson walking...Johnson had his boys. John shot up as though he'd received an electrical shock and dizziness overtook him a little. He staggered slightly, leaning up against the wall until the vertigo passed. He started to get his equilibrium back when he heard something that make him think that the hit to his head was more serious then he realized.

"John," A soft, familiar feminine voice called from behind him.

John turned and his eyes widened at the sight of the person who had called his name, someone he thought he would never see again.

"Mary," John whispered.

TBC

A/N2: I really hope you like this chapter. I know I am leaving you with a small cliffhanger, but I promise it will not be long before I post again. To all who have alerted, favored and followed my story; THANK YOU! You have no idea how much that means to me! :)

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