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Chapter 6

Dean longingly looked at the beers. Sighing and again reminding himself with his medication he can't have a sip, Dean concentrated on the game. Playing pool had calmed his nerves. He was glad to find that he was good at it. He had already won himself a fair amount. Dean wanted to get back to the motel soon. Something was bugging him inside saying that he shouldn't have left the younger boy all by himself. Dean aimed another ball inside and let the other guy shoot. People around the pool table haven't actually been all pleasant and happy about Dean's skills.

"Dean?" Someone tapped him on the back. Dean felt a current pass through him making him shiver. Dena turned and when he saw who it was Dean groaned in frustration. It was James Austin. Dean cursed silently wondering why the hell this guy just won't give up. He sighed in frustration and gave a weary look at the older hunter.

"Dean we need to talk"

"I'm in a game man"

"You know how important this is"

Dean hissed angrily. Of course he hasn't forgotten. This is about 11-2-83. The day his mother died and the only thing Dean needed now is some random stranger come and tells him about it. It was his chance to play and Dean almost missed it.

"At least tell me how to find John" James offered. " I really need to find him and end this for good."

Dean snorted. He looked at James.

" If I knew, I would have gone looking for him"

" You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him."

Dean rubbed his forehead at the sharp pain and the memory. So Sam was right he came to see Sam so that he could find Dad.

" You ok?" James asked in a concerned voice but it gave Dean creeps. "Yeah…" Dean nodded and watched game. " Lets talk about or I'll listen to whatever you wanna tell after the game…" Dean said cocking his head slightly towards James. James frowned obliviously not happy where every conversation led to nut nodded and went away to order a beer. Shaking his head Dean tried to concentrate on the game. Knowing that there was no way out of him Dean decided to talk with the man and get over with it. He knew Sam wouldn't appreciate it but he's not here to bitch about it.

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"you ok there Dean?" James asked finishing up with the last guy, in back of the bar. Dean rubbed his right hand and looked at the beaten body below. He grinned at James.

"Can't say I'm not"

" You are a trouble magnet" James said reaching to the younger hunter.

"Nah…that's more of Sam's job" Dean said running a hand through his hair. " Thanks man…you know for this" Dean managed out a brief thanks. But if it wasn't for James, Dean might have been the one lying on the cold cement floor beaten the hell out.

James clapped the younger hunters shoulder making Dean wince. "No problem"

Dean nodded. Hustling pool had been fun until his playmates ganged up with him and dragged him out of the bar. Dean pulled the jacket closer as it was cold.

" So James What do ya got for us?" Dean asked as they walked away from the bar. Since James is bugging him like hell and as he is the reason Dean's not sore more than he already is, Dean thought of listening to the old hunter more seriously.

" About time you pay attention Dean. I can't believe it took you this long. I can imagine Sam but you?"

" Well you have it this time don't you? So cut the crap and tell me what we need to know" Dean groused as James as his attitude was becoming too much for Dean's liking.

"It would have been good if Sam was here too. How is he?"

"He was just tired that's all." Dean said casually.

" All the similar murders like your mother's have another thing too."

"and that is" Dean raised his eye brow.

"In each family there's a kid with powers" James observed the younger hunter. Dean's eyes narrowed and he frowned at the information.

"Like What?" Dean asked without raising a suspicion on James.

"Telekinesis, mind controlling…." James voice trailed. "And visions"

Dean winced slightly at the cold voice of James. He tried to calm himself. The last thing he need is to become nervous and James will suspect Sam. Speaking of Sam, Dean needed to go to the motel as soon as possible. The kid could be in danger and more or less he could be too. Dean mentally kicked himself for not listening to Sam and talking with James. Dean raked his head thinking what to do.

James watched the younger man's change of behavior. Dean's body tensed up and James knew he had Dean's attention one way or other. He's definitely not going to leave without saying what happened. " Last time I met John had a lead on the demon and a solid one too. We were so close to get it but then you called about getting a lead on the demon too. Instantly John knew that you were in trouble. He left and then I lost the track of him.

" Yeah we met him in Chicago." Dean said remembering what Sam had said about their father's last visit. "But he left again" James nodded knowingly. Once John Winchester is disappeared finding him is as easy as finding a needle in the hey stack.

" Yeah…John have a reputation in disappearing into thin air. I first couldn't believe seen you two here."

"When did you meet Dad last time?"

" I was with him when we heard about the incidents in Roosevelt Asylum. Your dad send coordinate to Rockford from my phone"

Dean flinched when James said about Roosevelt Asylum. He rubbed his forehead massaging the pain lines with his fingers, since his headache seem to be back in progress. Dean felt slightly dizzy. He closed his eyes hoping the dizziness would pass.

"You know, I love the guy, but I swear he writes like freaking Yoda."

Dean let out a groan from the sharp pain in his skull.

"Sam, put the gun down" "Is that an order?" Dean heard the hatred laced in the words.

"No, just a friendly request"

Dean cradled his head in his arms hoping for the pain to go. It only increased more. He felt James hands on his shoulder. Dean shivered at the touch. The pain was too much as if his brain is going to explode any second. Dean's knees buckled and he fell on to the cold cement.

They were in a basement. He looked around with his flashed light waving and Sam was with him. Sam had a gun with him "I told you I looked every where. I didn't find a hidden room" "That's why it's called hidden"

Dean moaned in pain. He was sitting on the ground knees drawn to his chest.. He pressed his forehead on his knees trying to ease the pain. This was the first time he remembered Sam in his recovering memories but all the same Dean wanted the memories to stay out for a while. He didn't want to be vulnerable and not near James.

Dean was kneeling. "There's a door here" When he started to exam it Sam called out from behind. "Dean" Sam's nose was bleeding. Dean's eyes widened when he saw Sam was pointing his gun at him.

Dean cried out in frustrated hoping that this would end soon. He heard James' voice trying to tell him something and Dean tried his best not to worry about him. He needs to pull himself out of these memories.

"For a once in your life I'm gonna shut you mouth" Sam snarled. "What are ya gonna do, Sam? The gun is filled with rock salt. It's not gonna kill me." He asked still eyeing the gun. Sam didn't hesitate a second he shot him. He felt as if his chest gonna explode. He blast back through the door into a room. He vaguely heard Sam saying "No but it'll hurt like hell"

Dean's eyes shot open at the realization of the memory. Sam shot him. He damn shot him. Dean shivered and his breathing was hitching. Dean struggled to breathe. No way he's not gonna pass out. He's gonna go back to the motel and his gonna beat the crap out of Sam and learns whatever he had been hiding behind his back. 'Little Shit' Dean thought darkly.

"So, what are you going to do, huh? You gonna kill me?" he asked painfully. His chest was aching like hell. It felt damn heavy and suffocating him.
"You know what, I am sick of doing what you tell me to do." he drew a shaky breathe and struggled to fish his gun out of the jacket.

"Well, then here, let me make it easier for you. Come on, take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt. Take it!" Sam snatched the gun from him. He let go of his own gun and pointed the gun at him. There was hatred and anger in Sam's eyes.

" You hate me that much?"

Dean was at the verge of loosing consciousness. The pain in his head was severe; his breathing was way too fast making him hard to get the much needed oxygen into him. He staggered backwards. Dean felt strong hands steadying him. Not having much of choice Dean fell into the darkness only remembering four dull clicks of a gun

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