AN: Ok... 1st off... totally awesome season finale, with one plea to Kripke... PLEASE DON'T MAKE US WAIT TOO LONG FOR THE PREMIERE!! Ahem, now that that's out of the way... I hope you all enjoy this chapter, don't forget to let me know!

Celia felt completely and totally drained and it had nothing to do with the all nighter she pulled with the Musketeers to try and calm a very insistent and upset down, but everything to do with the realization that the very boy that she had been trying to help was afflicted with the same worries of her mother and grandmother.

Although she had never denied the rumors that her grandmother was a Haitian voodoo priestess, she never openly acknowledged them either. Her mother had tried so hard to deny that part of their lineage that it had eventually sent her down a dark path of insanity when she sought help from non-believers. Now though, she knew that Sam was going to have an even rougher road if for no other reason than if she was right, then the added stress of this 'gift' could possibly compromise his health by wearing him down. She needed advice and she knew of only one person who could give it, and since she'd already put the call in, she now could only wait until Nana called.

Rubbing the exhaustion out of her eyes, she was sure it was going to be a long day even with the gallon of coffee she'd already drank and the crème filled donuts she'd already ate, but that didn't deter her from her duties. She knew that the Musketeers would do what they had to; she just hoped that they all could find a way to help Sam before his world crashed around him.

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Taylor had been awake all night alternating between trying to get more information about what happened to the rescue teams and trying to convince Sammy that it wasn't his fault that word hadn't gotten to them in time. Neither ventures were paying off very well and it was starting to irritate him, not that he blamed little bro he just wished he was able to offer more solace than 'It's not your fault.' Unfortunately, that was all he could offer.

The Colonel had left to head back to his office to try and spearhead a full investigation as to why the teams had still been in that area to begin with. Once the door shut, everything that Sammy had been holding back suddenly came to the surface; the guilt that he couldn't find Dean, the guilt that he couldn't save those people, the guilt that he was living and others were dead or dying. It had taken all of them just to get the kid to sit back down, and the threat of sedation for him to calm down enough that he didn't look like he was going to pass out. Finally though, as everything seemed to right itself, the one true fear came out, 'What will I do if Dean dies?' That threw everyone on their asses as the meaning of the question became so clear. What he really wanted to know was: 'Will you still want me if Dean's not here?' giving everyone a moment to wonder how the kid could even doubt it. One dog pile and group hug later, everyone thought things were settled. Then it happened again, this time about a kid on a bicycle in the park after dark, sending Stephen and Joseph to try and find out what was going on.

Now, with the knowledge that the little girl was safe and sound, the issue went straight back to Sammy and what his visions were doing to him. Just looking at the kid made him want to cringe, in fact if he didn't know better he'd swear Sammy had already lost weight, not that the kid really had any to lose to begin with. He had hoped that knowing he helped save someone would help him forget about the ones he hadn't gotten to in time, but that was just the way little bro was wired, the negative seemed to hold more weight than the positive.

"Hey kiddo, if you're going to continue to pace like that, I want you to down some more Gatorade, ok?" Taylor asked, hoping that Sammy wouldn't fight him on this. If the kid got sick because of what was going on, then there would be no way any of them would get over it.

Sam stopped in the middle of the living room and looked at Taylor as if he hadn't remembered him being there a moment before. Finally comprehending what the other man said, he nodded and made his way into the kitchen, ignoring the light switch completely. Finally getting the lid off the bottle, he walked back towards Taylor and paused. "Do you think he's alright?" he asked suddenly, so quiet it was amazing he'd been heard at all.

"Yep, I know he is kiddo. You want to know how I know? It's because you didn't tell us he was hurt. We all know that if something was wrong with Dean, you'd know it and fill us in, simple." Taylor said, trying to convey as much faith into his voice as possible. He watched carefully as Sammy thought about what he said as if he'd never considered the possibility before. Finally though, the truth settled into the younger's brain and Taylor was pleased to see a small semblance of calm start to emerge.

Nodding, Sam sat down and muttered, "Yeah, you're right… I'd know… I'd know."

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Stephen wasn't exactly sure what to do at the moment. He and Joseph had saved a girl at the park from a very shady character who seemed to have a baby doll fetish if the items in the trunk of his car were to be believed, just like little bro had described. Which lead him to a lot of questions, but not a lot of answers. The pain that Sammy had been in, not to mention the fear he had felt, had practically sent him into a panic. Thankfully though afterwards the fear he himself had for his little brother subsided too, but not the worry. If this happened every time the kid had a vision, and he couldn't predict when one was coming on, then his life would be pretty limited. There was no way the kid could go to school just in case one hit out of the blue, and there was no way he'd be able to drive even if they found a way to get him licensed with the damaged eye. He wasn't sure if he was making something out of nothing but it didn't feel like it. This felt like something they needed to tackle headon, and if possible put a stop to it before it ruined any chance Sammy had for a normal life.

"You know, you keep looking like that and you'll end up scaring Celia away." Joseph joked, hoping to find out what had Stephen looking so sour. Pulling the Suburban into the parking lot, he knew that the chances of finding out anything new were slim, but they wanted to make sure for themselves before heading back home. Now though, he was wondering if maybe they needed to forgo this little side trip and figure out what was really going on in the big guy's head.

Sighing, Stephen rolled his eyes and looked at Joseph. "I let you drive didn't I, what makes you think that you get anything else tonight with at least dinner and a movie?"

Laughing, Joseph had to hand it to the other man, sometimes he just knew when to say the right thing. "Dude, so not my type. Seriously though, you worried about Sammy or what?"

Startled, Stephen looked over and saw the knowing gaze and he knew that he was busted. "Yeah, ok, you caught me, but what else am I supposed to be about this? I mean really, first I'm taught that things that go bump in the night are for the uneducated superstitious only to find out that's wrong, then we find out that our little brother is one of those rare people who can just so happen see things before they happen, but it just about kills him to do it. What the hell are we supposed to do about that Joseph? How are we supposed to keep him calm, safe and happy when he sees these horrendous things? How?"

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Terrance was nursing his third cup of coffee in the past hour. He knew his assistant was wondering if he needed to make another pot, but the Colonel figured that the man would be able to figure that out for himself. Taking another look at the latest search grid, he could only hope that today would be the day they found the survivors, because he knew that with each moment that passed Dean and the others were getting closer to danger.

"Colonel, I was wondering if you'd allow me to stay longer. I know that I was supposed to go home hours ago but…"

Smiling, Terrance nodded in understanding. "Sure Katie, but how about you take the couch in my office for a little while. There's no reason for you to collapse from lack of sleep if there's no need."

Katie smiled slightly before shaking her head. "Thanks for the offer sir, maybe in a little while. Right now though I need to finish… uh… doing what I was trying to get done earlier."

Curious, the Colonel followed her to the desk she was currently accommodating and watched as she typed something to someone on her computer screen and then waited only a moment for the reply. What he saw there though didn't make him feel any better. "Katie, who is this person and why haven't we heard from him before?"

"He's a student from Brazil on one of those Ecological Vacations for credit. He borrowed a satellite link from the University to keep in touch with his advisors. I found him by accident, but he's already filled me in that he can heard the helicopters, but he hasn't been able to figure out what they're looking for. He thinks it's someone searching for one of the area's drug cartel's, he hasn't mentioned anything about a plane crashing."

Thinking about this new information, Terrance could now see why Sam had been so nervous about Dean and the others. There had been too many rumors flying around about how the drug lords had taken offense to people who had stumbled too close to their operations. Now he was facing the possibility that this was the case now and that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up.

"Katie, can you find out how long he's been there, and if he knows for certain that there's a drug lord set up in the area?" he asked, all the while praying that he was wrong, that there was no way that there was a possibility that there would be a confrontation while trying to rescue these people. While he was at it he prayed that Dean was alright, because he knew it would destroy Sam if he wasn't.

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Just when you see the light at the end of the tunnel, you realize that it's a train. That's the thought that ran through his head as the instant he heard the choppers he saw armed men run out of the trees yelling for only what Dean could assume was 'stay still or you die.' Now as he watched everyone try to calm each other, he could only hope that no one had an itchy finger since that was the last thing they needed; a fatality due to a misunderstanding.

"Mr. Winchester, Do something!" the high pitched voice screeched from somewhere behind him, sending the armed men into a frenzy of hurried words and sharp antagonistic movements. Dean knew they were on a fine line, and the absolute last thing they needed was for the witch to risk everyone for her own stupidity. Turning around slowly, he saw the congresswoman march towards him, screaming the whole way. "Your job is to keep me safe, and I must remind you that the US gove…"

Dean rubbed his knuckles where they had connected to her jaw and looked down at the unconscious form before him. He just needed a little time to try and sort this out, without the distraction of a selfish diplomat, or the complication of them knowing she was a diplomat at all. Sighing, he turned back around and faced the men closest to him.

"Que pasa, amigos?"