Chapter 13

Note: I am the most horrible, terrible, shouldn't-be-allowed-to-live person on this planet. I have made you all wait too long. I give you all permission to beat me within an inch of my life, but still keep my alive so I can update. I can't say sorry enough for taking so long, but high school has barely given me any time to do anything, let alone write (which made me want to kill myself, mind you). I know I've probably lost all my loyal readers (and I deserve it) but for those of you who read this, and stick with me, thank you so much for putting up with me. The reason I'm updating is 'cause me and my best friends read some of my old fanfics last night at 3 am and I felt so bad that I haven't updated in forever…so…

Enough ranting. Here's the chapter!

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"And when were you planning on telling us this?!" John roared, less than a moment after Sam finished explaining his vision. Leave it to John to answer first, and in a pissed off way, of course.

"I only had the vision last night!" Sam said defensively.

"I don't give a shit, Sam! After all the stuff with your visions what do we say? We said come wake us up or something! Especially when if involves your brother. Bleeding from his ears, more over!!" John roared his words as he rose to his feet.

"Dean told me not to!" Sam yelled, following suit.

"Since when do you listen to your brother that much?"

"I listen to Dean more than I listen to you, Sir." Sam spat harshly.

"Now, listen here you little brat-" John got right in Sam's face.

"Boys!" Mary screeched, causing them both to stop and turn to her. She was getting better at this whole referee thing. "Sitting here screaming at each other like school children isn't going to help Dean! Or did you forget why you were fighting?" Missouri just stood behind Mary, nodding in agreement.

"Fine." Both men said at once, only sparing a glance at each other when it happened.

"What do you propose we do, then?" John asked his wife in a quieter tone.

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Dean continued to drive, his hands so tight around the steering wheel that his knuckles turned white. He tried his hardest to stay calm, to regain control of his emotions…But, ugh! It was so un-fucking-fair! Their family had been as normal as they could have been before Dean disappeared. Sure, hunting evil wasn't the normal white-picket-fence-and-apple-pie-life, but it was better than being dead. And than when he disappeared, it screwed things worse. And not to mention when he came back, had no memory, emotionally scarred his family, got his memory back, got 'shinning powers', and became the main source of his brother and father's declining relationship.

He was also a main source of his family's drama and angst. But there was a deeper source than him…the demon. And Dean knew what he had to do. If he can just take down the demon, even if it meant sacrificing himself, his family could be ok after that. They would be ok. Sam says he couldn't do it without Dean. But Dean knew, Sam was smart, resourceful. He could make it through anything. Even losing his brother.

Yes, he had to admit, going after the demon alone wasn't really that intelligent, but he had a lifetime supply of weapons in his trunk, and this new 'power' in his head. What would be the point of having the stupid thing if it didn't help him, right? He had to have it for a helpful reason, right?? Really, Sam had his to help them know what the demon was doing, and that helped them assloads. So, what was Dean's gonna do?

Dean could remember Sam telling him about when he got his memory back. How there had been a mist and Dean had somehow thrown the demon across the room. So, if he did something like that then, when he was barely conscious and half dead, who's to say that he couldn't do it when he was completely here and battle ready? Yes. He could save his family all on his own. He could make up for all the trouble he'd caused. He could do this.

Right?

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Sam racked his brain. Trying as hard as he could, trying to remember every tiny detail of his vision, trying to remember something specific, something that would tell him where his brother was going to be. Something. Anything.

John was across the living room, pouring over different articles, different weather reports, anything he hoped could help point them in the right direction. Mary was trying Dean's cell phone every few minutes, coming up short each time. Each time she shut her phone her frantic stance became more and more manic. Missouri was sitting not far from John on her couch, looking intently at her hands. Her eyes narrowed after a moment.

"That little bastard." She muttered anxiously. Everyone's heads shot up at that. The southern psychic looked at the family's expectant faces and sighed, "He's blocking me out. He knows I'd try to connect to him. He's getting better at this…"

"Maybe I should just drive around." Sam said quickly, all eyes turning to him "Mom and dad, you two stay here and see if you can find anything in those," he pointed to the papers and laptop in front of John "or if Dean decides he's retarded and comes back. Missouri and I can drive around and look for him. He couldn't be that fair, right?"

John got that look on his face that he always got when someone else was calling the shots, but nodded when his wife did. "We need to go now, Sam." Missouri said, "I may not be able to connect to him, but he's getting close to what he's looking for, that much I can sense." Sam got an anxious look on his face and nodded, the two psychics rushing out the door.

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Dean could sense Missouri's spiritual presence near him. "God, this is so fucking weird." He mumbled, blocking out the family friend. They couldn't be there for this. He knew that his family would be flipping out right now. But they could not be there for this. They couldn't be a part of this. He had to do it alone.

Another presence tried to force it's way into Dean's mind, this one stronger than even Missouri's, stronger and more…potent. It broke through Dean's mind easily, no matter how hard he tried. The break in was so painful that Dean had to pull over before he slammed into a tree. Slamming the car off, not even thinking to be gentle with is baby, he clutched his head, agony coursing through his head with every heartbeat.

Get out of the car. Dean tried to ignore the voice. Tried to push it out. He succeeded a little, allowing himself to think a little and rationality came back to him and he realized he'd found who he'd been looking for.

I found you, Dean. Not the other way around. Now get out of the fucking car. The voice bellowed in his head, he waited a moment, blocking out the voice for the most part so it was mainly a whisper in his mind, he threw open the car door and stepped out. He walked on to the grass he'd haphazardly parked on and looked around.

"That Missouri was correct. You are getting stronger with your power, Dean." He heard a voice behind him and spun around. He saw a human silhouette, as it walked toward him. It stepped into the streetlight and Dean could see a normal human staring back at him, except for one thing.

The yellow eyes.

"Of course. I wouldn't have come looking for you if I couldn't control it, would I?" Dean snarled.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, boy." The demon growled, "You are far from in control."

And at those words pain erupted in Dean's mind, he let out a cry of surprise and agony as he clutched his head. He tried to fight it off, and succeeded enough to be able to snarl, "I'm going to kill you." In-between pants of pain. And with all his might, he pushed the pain back to the source. The demon got a surprised look on his shell's face and suddenly cringed, pressing his hand to his head. As Dean pushed and pushed, trying to keep it out, he could feel a presence creeping into his mind. He recognized it.

No! Missouri knows where I am! They would come and get killed-! When that thought entered his mind he knew immediately the demon had heard it, he let his guard down for less than a second and the pain was shot back at him like a slingshot, and it was ten times worse. He fell to his knees clutching his head, the demon laughing as Dean cried out in agony.

"You're strong, Dean. Bur you'll never beat me. Even if your family does come. But if you join me, I could spare you. Join me, Dean."

"N-never." Dean snarled venomously, though he himself barely heard it. The demon seemed to, though.

"I'll just have to change your mind then, Dean. Though that last attempt of sending it back at me almost makes me want to spare you this…almost." At his last word it was like he'd thrown a bomb into Dean's mind, setting off explosions of unbearable pain, he screamed, unable to hold it back. He could feel something wet in his hands as they clutched the sides of his head.

And suddenly, the bomb was gone. Through the fog of lingering pain and the thunderous sound of his heartbeat. And then he heard something that made him panic worse than before.

"Dean!"

His baby brother's voice.

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End of 13

Ok! So, was it worth the wait? Probably not. I can't promise that the next chapter will be up soon, but I don't think it's going to take 5 months again (ducks head in shame) again, I grovel at your feet, begging for forgiveness. If you feel like reviewing, please do! I accept the yelling at me for taking so long. But more over what you thought of the chapter.

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