AN: As always, a huge THANK YOU to Sammygirl1963 who keeps me going when things get a bit too much!

Terrance wondered if there was a way to turn back the clock and start the last couple of days over again. If he could he would have handled things a lot differently, starting with how he had allowed his little girl to rip Sam apart and ending with sending Dean to escort the barracuda home. Now though he had to think about the new developments and wonder how he was going to manage to keep it all under wraps as to how he found out the approximate location of the crash site as well as the danger the survivors were in.

Replaying the conversation he had with Taylor, he was sure that what Sam saw was true, but he wasn't sure it was going to be enough to convince the higher ups to get moving even faster than what they were. In all honesty, the search and rescue teams had been dispatched in record time and the progress in the search had been phenomenal, or would have been if everyone hadn't been looking in the wrong direction. He was glad Katie had gotten him the new information, but he was still unsure if the pentagon would take it seriously, and with this new development that Sam had handed them, he wasn't sure they had the time to go through proper channels.

Checking his computer again, and then calling Jenna to let her know he'd be late, he rushed out of his office calling over his shoulder for them to call if anything changed; he needed to get to Sam, if for no other reason than to make sure the boy was alright after what he'd already seen.

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Celia knew that whatever the Musketeers were talking to Sam about was important just by the terse whispers coming from the youngest member. Although she couldn't hear what was going on, she felt that something was wrong and had the feeling it had to do with Dean. Wanting to give them privacy, she took to hunting for something to munch on since her stomach chose that moment to remind her that she hadn't had anything to eat since the peanut butter crackers at lunch.

Taking a moment to check the cabinets she was just about to get upset at the bareness she found until she opened the refrigerator and saw the fresh fruits and vegetables that seemed to crowd the crisper bins as well as fill the shelves. She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it; the Musketeers eating healthy!

"It's mainly for little bro, but we figured if he could suffer through it, then we could too." Stephen said from the doorway.

Not knowing what to say, Celia smiled guiltily knowing that she had to seem like the biggest snoop around. "I'm sorry Stephen, I was just…"

"Hungry, I get it… believe me, I understand." He said while pulling a large bowl out of a cabinet. "Sweetheart, I've watched how hard you work, and I know that there are times you barely have time to go to the bathroom, so don't worry about it. If you sit down, I'll make you a chef salad and then we can talk."

Celia wasn't sure she liked the idea of talking at the moment; she had a feeling that she wasn't going to like what she heard, but then again she really wanted to know what was going on. She could hear Taylor and Joseph speaking to Sam but not what they were talking about and it was taking everything she had not to focus some more in the attempt to figure it out.

Stephen wanted to laugh, but thought better of it. Celia might be acting like she wasn't curious, but he could see right through the façade; his girlfriend cared about Sammy too much to let anything fly underneath her radar. It was just another reason why he found himself falling in deep for her. He didn't know what the future held for them, but he was hoping that the feelings he had for her was mutual because he wasn't in the habit of handing his heart over to people.

The knock on the door tore him out of his musing and he watched Taylor open it to let the Colonel in. Something told him though that this wasn't a social call and he didn't know how much they would need to talk about that involved things that Celia hadn't been clued in yet.

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He knew they were being watched, he could feel the bastards watch them and it was grating on his nerves; almost as much as listening to his 'boss' who was determined to make everyone else miserable. It was moments like this that made him wonder why he re-enlisted.

Checking on Maria again, he was concerned about the set in shock that she was still trapped in; even though she seemed to be able to take care of her baby brother without any trouble. He hoped they could get her help soon otherwise he wasn't holding out much hope for her to live a happy life.

"Mr. Winchester, if you are done with… whatever you are doing, I believe it's time for you to get back to what you are supposed to be doing." Marcia Tolliver said, only barely glancing at the other people around her.

Gritting his teeth and letting out a slow deep breath, Dean stood, turned around and inquired, "And just what would that be Ms. Tolliver?"

Ignoring the obvious jab with the omission of her title, Marcia flipped her hair and arranged her shirt as if she was trying to smooth out some wrinkles. "To make sure I get home safely of course, and I fail to see how you are able to do that while you are constantly flittering back and forth between your duties to me and them."

Dean knew that there was no way he could choose a selfish bitch over these people, and was certain that the Colonel would agree with him. "Ms. Tolliver, I am only going to say this once. The people need help more than you, and that's what I'm here for whether you like the idea or not. You might see me as some sort of flunky, but I am a Marine and that means that if someone's in trouble I'm there. You are not in any sort of trouble therefore you aren't as much of a concern as these people. Now if you'll excuse me I have more pressing matters to attend to."

Although he walked off confidently, inside he was second guessing himself. If she chose to bring him up on charges then the whole process could be too much for his little brother. He had no doubt that the others would take care of him if he was found guilty, but the thought of being away from Sammy any longer than necessary made him nauseous. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down and concentrate on keeping everyone calm and relatively safe, which brought him back to his original problem; who was watching them and why?

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Taylor wasn't sure if he was happy to see the Colonel or not considering Celia was still there and they wouldn't be able to talk freely about Sammy. Letting the other man into the apartment there was a moment of awkward silence until Sam spoke up and jolted everyone back to the present.

"Hey Colonel, what's wrong? Is Jenna ok?" Sam asked, concerned that something else had happened.

Smiling, Terrance was once again amazed about this young man in front of him. "Sam, I think there are more pressing matters at the moment. Jenna's fine, she's home at the moment with Vic and she's already assured me that she figured I wouldn't be home tonight."

Stephen and Celia joined everyone in the living room and listened to the Colonel and Sam talk to each other like they were old friends. It shouldn't have surprised either of them considering what Sammy had done for Jenna, but there was something almost fatherly about the way the Colonel looked at the kid that made both of them wonder if maybe this was something that both Sammy and the Colonel needed. Their thought were interrupted by the look of pain that crossed Sammy's face making the Musketeers nervous and Celia running towards her bag.

"Ah man… not…" Sam whimpered as he felt the pressure build up again, now knowing what this meant and not wanting to embarrass himself, but also not knowing how to stop it. All too soon though he was lost in what he saw and all thoughts of humiliation was gone as his mind took him farther away from everyone.

"Rescue two this is Search team three, do you copy?"

"This is Rescue two, Search team three, what's your status?"

"Rescue two, we have run into a situation… I repeat we have…"

"Search team three, please repeat did not copy… I repeat, did not copy…Search team three, please respond…Search team one, do you have Search team three in visual?"

"Rescue two, this is Search team one, that's a negative we have no visual."

The sound of gunfire breaks the conversation suddenly as the bullets hit the hull of the search and rescue helicopter. The pilot realizes the danger and quickly pulls up and away but too late as another round of bullets litter the side of the chopper severing the fuel and hydraulic lines leaving the machine with no way to control it's rapid decent.

The sight of the fireball could be seen by all rescue teams except for team two who had been subdued and murdered mere moments before.

The pain that shot through Sam's head was enough to make him wish he was already dead and gone, but it was the knowledge that slowly filtered through his brain that he was on his side being supported by strong arms as he hurled yet again this time into a waste basket. He could hear the concern in everyone's voices even though he had no idea what they were saying. His efforts to sit up were futile as his vision turned dark and his body fell limp into the waiting arms of his brothers.

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"Ok… what the hell was that?" Celia exclaimed as she rushed towards Sam's side. She'd seen a lot of things, but this didn't fit into any of them, although there was something familiar in the look Sam had as he screamed out in absolute terror.

Feeling more than a little uncomfortable with how things were going, the Musketeers looked at each other before realizing that if anyone deserved their trust it was the doctor. Joseph was still holding onto Sam tightly and didn't look like he was planning on letting go anytime soon while Taylor continued to rub little bro's back in hopes that it would help bring the kid back to them faster. Stephen looked at the Colonel and held out his hands like he wasn't sure what to do, which led the older man into the conversation that he wasn't sure Sam wanted.

"Apparently Sam is, for a better word, psychic. He's already had two visions that we know of and this is what happens afterwards. Celia I can't stress how important…"

"Colonel, with all due respect… shut up! I'm trying to hear a heartbeat here and you talking isn't helping." Celia replied shortly. She knew that it wasn't the Musketeers or the Colonel's fault, but damn it this was hitting way too close to home. It wasn't that she didn't believe the Colonel, in fact if the man told her the moon was made out of cream cheese she's nod and ask for a bagel, it was the fact that now she understood the look on Sam's face and she also knew that there was no way to really help him until he was able to gain some semblance of control. Sighing, she sat back on her heels and looked at the boy in front of her. 'Oh Sam, what are we going to do with you?' she thought, knowing that with everything else that had been going on, this was the last thing he needed to top it all off.

When Sam started moving around, everyone expected him to slowly become aware, but they were surprised when he bolted upright and looked straight at the Colonel.

"You have to get the rescue teams out of there, they're not safe… a helicopter crew and a rescue team are going to get killed if they stay there!"

It only took a moment for the words to filter through their brains, but once it was accomplished, the Colonel was on the phone to call in a few favors and the Musketeers tried their best to calm their little brother down; neither group having much success with their tasks.

AN: Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, don't forget to let me know!