AN: Finally... another update. Sorry for the wait, but things are a bit nutty. Reviews are love and hugs! :)

John didn't want to admit he was watching the backseat through the rearview mirror as much as he was watching the road through the windshield, but that was exactly what he was doing – as if one of his passengers was going to do some sort of strange trick… or attack; at this point he didn't know if either would surprise him.

"Sweetheart, calm down," Mary said quietly, trying not to alarm either of their boys to their concern. It wasn't Sammy's fault, it really wasn't, but when he asked to be taken home instead of going with them to pick up Ellie it threw the rest of them a little off balance.

Nodding, John knew his wife was right. He needed to calm down if for no other reason than to have a clear head in order to figure out what was going on with his youngest son. Knowing he wasn't going to get any answers at the moment, he resolved himself to getting them home before he went to pick up their little princess. He's only had to do that once before, when Sammy's truck refused to start and Dean was out on a call. It just added to the uncertainty of how their little girl was going to react to the situation.

Sam knew that he freaked his 'family' out when he asked to be taken home before anything else, but it was the only thing he could think of to check out the situation without putting Ellie in danger. Sure, he heard the story of how they'd never stopped looking for him, how he basically fell into their laps and how he resisted the idea at first but finally came around and they were now one big happy family. Yeah… right. He didn't know the real story, but he wasn't going to fall in line quickly or easily because none of what they'd told him made sense.

The doctor had asked what he remembered… not knew, and he'd answered automatically, going down the highway with Ellie and Cade. He remembered why they cut their trip into town short, he remembered the heat beating on the pavement, the scent of Ellie's shampoo clashing with the fabric softener on her clothes, the harsh words Cade threw at him on the way even as they both tried to stay calm so they wouldn't upset the little girl sitting between them in the truck who had spent the whole trip quiet and withdrawn. For him to now hear that Cade was dead and Ellie was doing well in school and that she was now six was just too much to swallow.

Now that he thought about it, he realized that he could believe that a lot easier than him suddenly having a family and they were of course the very same people who were watching him like he just sprouted a new head.

Looking out the window once again he noticed they were pulling into a driveway that belonged to a two story brick house with white trim and bushes lining the house all the way around… all it needed was a swing set and a dog and it would have matched the stereotypical American dream home, something he'd always known he'd never had. His shock turned into a choke as soon as his heard the man, his brother, speak.

"Pretty cool, huh? It has one of those fancy play sets in the back and we've been thinking about getting a dog for Ellie."

Nodding, Johnny slowly got out of the car and continued to stare at the house before him before turning to the neighboring yard and saw the remaining rubble of what one could only assume had been once a house. "Well at least that part is true," he thought as he continued to mull over in his mind what he knew – including the information that he'd been taught, demons often used your desires against you.

Terri hadn't slept all night, worrying over where the bottle of prescription anti-psychotic medication went. The only explanation she could think of was that she had dropped it on her way to either her car or her locker, quickly ruling out her locker since she hadn't been asked if she knew anything about them before she left. Of course there was one other possibility but she wouldn't entertain that idea because her luck couldn't be that bad – could it?

Going through the motions was easy at home since she was practically invisible unless something didn't get done. However, it was when she arrived at the pharmacy that she felt as if she was about to vibrate apart. How was she going to find out what happened without confessing to everything else?

"Hey, Terri… don't you have a test today?" Marcie Langley asked as she saw the other woman stare at her normal work station. "Don't tell me you can't get enough of us?"

Knowing that Marcie was joking, Terri smiled weakly before shrugging. "I needed to check to make sure we got all of the prescriptions out yesterday. It was so crazy, I kept thinking that we forgot one."

Marcie laughed and shook her head. Ever since the young woman started her internship it seemed like the girl couldn't make up her mind if she were here or there. "Don't worry, from what I can tell everyone got their prescriptions. But maybe you should go ahead and take the day off. From what I hear, Frank is a bit irritated with what happened yesterday and he's ready to lay into you." Seeing Terri's confused look, she continued, her own puzzlement growing, "You know… that prescription you held onto for almost an hour? Uh… Winchester I think. Frank apparently had to finish it up while you were talking to your advisor."

Feeling as if the world had suddenly tilted, Terri could only stare at her coworker until a customer walked up to the counter. Understanding hit her and she realized fully just how screwed she was.

The headache wasn't going away, instead it was building up in intensity and Sam had to wonder just how bad it was going to get before he completely snapped. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the medicine bottle in his hand and wondered how he got to this point. When did he decide to allow someone else determine when and what he should take for pain? Feeling as if he was facing down a firing squad he took the recommended dosage in hopes that it would allow the pain to diminish enough for him to pull his thoughts together and figure out what the hell was really going on.

Listening to the sounds of the house, he began to do a walk through, knowing the Winchesters were watching him closely, hoping that something would jog his memory. However, something still didn't seem right. Who the hell moves into a house with their brother, directly next door to their parents? Seriously!

Going upstairs it didn't take a rocket scientist to see which room was supposed to be Ellie's. The room with posters, basketball goal on the door and the clothes all over the floor had to be Dean's. What puzzled him was the two remaining rooms. While one was immaculate as if hardly used, even the dirty clothes were neatly in place in a hamper in the closet, the other looked as if a couple lived in it with a pair of jeans draped over the back of a chair, a robe hanging on the back of the door and several pairs of shoes in the bottom of the closet. If the parents had just temporarily moved in, then why did the room already have a lived in feel to it? It didn't make sense.

"Maybe that's the point. Maybe… they aren't who they say they are. Maybe, you need to listen to your gut, kiddo."

Hearing Cade's voice made Sam look around. "I don't understand."

"Yeah, you do. They're not who they say they are. How many years were you in their system being bounced around? Don't you think that if they were your family they would have found you?"

"But why? Why go through all this? What do they want?" Sam… Johnny asked, unsure of anything that was running through his head.

"Don't know. But do you really want to risk Ellie until you figure it out?"

"No!" No, he would never risk Ellie, no matter what the situation. All the questions he'd had, all the answers that had been avoided suddenly seemed more important now than ever. Something wasn't right. Someone or something was screwing with his head. But they made a horrible mistake – they involved Ellie. Now he knew exactly what he needed to do and he wasn't going to stop until he succeeded.