Authors Note: Hey guys ... thanks for all of your wonderful reviews! You're all fantastic. I would have posted this chapter last night but my brother was hogging the internet so i got up earlier so i could post this morning. I would also like to shout out to Saynt Jimmy as she just had a birthday. I hope you had a great birthday girl and thanks for all your wonderful and fun reviews. Okay i know this is kind of short but i hope you guys like it anyways ...

Chapter 14. Dead Doorbells

"What's this guys name again?"

Caleb chuckled. It was the second time Dean had asked him that. Caleb hadn't even given it a second thought about the guys name when Guenther had told him. He had been too worried about finding John. It wasn't a surprise that even with a killer headache and his father in some serious trouble that Dean had picked up on the utterly ridiculous name.

"Gaylord Alan Carlson."

Dean looked disgusted. "Dude, that's just wrong. What caring parent would call their son that?"

"His apparently," Caleb quipped. "Missouri said that his spirit or whatever is out for revenge. From what she and John could make out before he went missing it seems the guy is going after and killing whoever he thinks wronged him in the past. Mike Guenther happens to be one of these people."

"Man, if I had a name like that I would probably start a murder spree too, starting with the cruel bastards that named me."

Caleb nodded and laughed a little. Dean couldn't seem to get past the name quite yet.

"Gaylord … I mean that's just asking kids to pick on him." Dean muttered as he looked out the window.

"Maybe that can be Sammy's new nickname huh. You think he would appreciate it?" Caleb suggested jokingly.

At the mention of his brother's name the expression on Dean's face became serious and Caleb was almost sorry that he had brought the boy up.

"Man he was pissed when we left," Dean said remembering the irate teenager they had left at Missouri's.

When Caleb had first mentioned that Missouri's was nearby and that they should stop there quickly to get the full story Dean had thought it was a great idea. It wasn't that he wanted to ditch his brother but he wasn't sure about anything on this hunt and he gotten a sick feeling when he thought of Sam coming with them and if he had learnt anything over the last couple of days it was to follow his instincts. He didn't want his brother getting hurt and judging from what Caleb had divulged while Sam had been asleep John was in pretty deep trouble and Dean didn't want to take the chance with Sam. The psychic had confided in Dean the details of his vision, feelings and all. Also their father had ordered them to stay away so if he was going to disobey an order then he would at least make sure that Sam was kept safe until they got John back.

Still he couldn't get the look Sam had given him as they were leaving Missouri's out of his head, nor the argument that preceded it …

"Thank you, Missouri. For all of your help," Dean thanked as she led the three boys to the front door. They had only stopped for five minutes to touch base with Missouri and they were off again.

"Oh honey, don't mention it. I feel guilty enough as it is for getting your father into this mess." Missouri put her hand on Sam's shoulder as she looked at Dean.

Caleb opened the door and all three boys stood in front of it. Dean turned back to look at the black psychic again. "Could I ask you a favour?" he asked.

"Of course." Missouri smiled. She really honestly felt terrible about how things had gone down.

"Would you mind if Sammy stayed here with you?" Caleb and Sam both looked at the middle Winchester in surprise.

Sam immediately started to shake his head. "No Dean."

"Yes Sammy. It'll be safer here …"

"I don't care!" Sam shouted. "He's my father too ya know!"

"I know that Sam but this is big and I don't want you getting caught in the cross fire."

"I can take care of myself."

"Sammy you're staying here." Dean raised his voice to match Sam's. "That's if it's okay with you Missouri." Dean turned to look at the woman again.

"He's more than welcome Dean." She assured.

"Good. Thanks. Hopefully we won't be long."

"Thanks Missouri, behave runt." Caleb ushered Dean out of the door. They really did need to get a move on. John's life depended on it.

"Dean, wait!" Sam called.

Dean turned around impatiently. "Sammy we don't have time for this."

"You can't just leave me here."

"I can and I will." Dean snapped. "It's for your own good Sammy." Dean could understand where Sam was coming from. He would be pissed as hell if he had been benched but Sam's safety was more of a concern to him that Sam's hurt feelings. He could handle Sam being angry with him for a while but he couldn't handle Sam being hurt or worse … dead. Sam was still a kid, regardless of what Sam and John seemed to think. Dean's head already felt like it was going to explode, he didn't need to have to watch out for Sam as well.

"I can't believe this!" Sam exclaimed. "You're such a-a … an ass." Sam spat, trying to find the right word.

"Samuel John Winchester, I won't have that language in my house. Missouri swatted the back of the boys head lightly. She caught Caleb's smirk out of the corner of her eye and knew that he was amused that it wasn't him being told off for a change.

"And you young man, get that smirk of your face or you'll be next." Missouri admonished the other psychic. "We have more pressing issues." She turned back to Sam who was looking at her sheepishly.

"Sorry ma'am." He apologized quietly, stealing a heated glare at his brother when Missouri turned away.

Caleb nudged Dean's shoulder. "Come on Deuce, we need to go."

"I'm sorry Sammy." Dean looked sincerely at his brother before following Caleb down the steps to the car.

Sam walked out of the house and stood on the porch. He rolled his eyes. "Be careful!" he called to the two hunters as they got into the car. Caleb waved to let Sam know that he had been heard just before Dean took off down the street. He watched at the car disappeared in the distance. He was still really pissed off but he realized right now that there wasn't much he could so about it. Sam turned to Missouri who was standing next to him on the porch.

Sam looked up at Missouri and saw that she was frowning at him. He looked at her quizzically. "What?"

"It's usually your brother that needs reminding about his language."

Sam sighed. "I'm a Winchester, it was bound to happen." he joked and then looked back in the direction that he had last seen his brother and Caleb.

"They are all going to be fine Sam, you'll see." she said placing her hand back on his shoulder.

"They better be."

"They'll be back with that stubborn father of yours in no time." Missouri said confidently. Come on lets god inside."

Sam nodded and let her lead him inside. He hoped she was right."

"Deuce?" Caleb's voice broke through Dean's thoughts.

"Sorry, what?"

"I said that he'll get over it."

"Yeah probably." Dean kept his concentration on the road. "So what now?"

Caleb looked down at the street map in his hands and then looked back up. "Okay, we're on E 15th Street so you need to make right into Haskell Avenue." Caleb told him, following the streets on the map with his finger. "Once you hit that we need to look for Maple Lane."

"Maple Lane?" Dean asked as he turned into Haskell Avenue.

"Right. The guys family lives in Maple Lane. We find out where Carlson is buried and then torch the son of a bitch." Caleb smiled at the simplicity of his plan.

"So then after the bastard is torched how do we find Dad?" Dean asked as he kept a watch out for their turn off.

Caleb frowned. He hadn't thought that far ahead. "I think the important thing is to stop this bastard killing ya Dad. One crisis at a time please."

"Sorry for wanting a plan."

"I'm working on that, don't worry … you need to turn here." Caleb pointed to the street in question.

"I can read street signs ya know." Dean grumbled.

"Just drive Deuce. We're almost there."

Dean decided not to comment. Snapping at Caleb was not going to help matters. It was just that the pounding in his head had increased again. He put all his concentration on driving and slowed down when he saw the street sign for Maple Lane. "Which way?"

"Umm … right. I think."

"You think?"

"No, I'm sure."

Dean rolled his eyes and turned right into Maple Lane. "Okay, what number is it?"

"Fifty-six."

Dean sped up until he saw the numbers were getting closer to fifty-six. "This must be it."

"Nice." Caleb observed the stylish two story house. It was like most of the houses in the area. Nice and obviously expensive but not outlandishly so. "Looks like they had better taste in housing than they did in naming their kid huh." Caleb joked as he got out of the car and stood next to dean who was already standing on the sidewalk.

The psychic looked at Dean when the younger hunter didn't reply. There was a light sheen of sweat on Dean's face and he was squinting like he was on the verge of another painful headache. Despite the sweat Dean was pale and Caleb didn't like the way his young friend looked at all.

"Dude maybe I should have left you at Missouri's with Sam."

"What?" Dean asked, wiping the seat off his forehead. He then proceeded to rub at his temple.

"Are you okay?" Dean didn't get a chance to answer as another hot blinding pain shot through his head causing him to double over. Caleb caught the boy before he ended up eating the very green nature strip. "Dean, man this has got to stop." Caleb grumbled as he lowered Dean to the ground to ride out this attack.

After a couple of moments Dean's panting for breath eased up and his muscles relaxed as the headache receded to a distant annoying throb. "You okay man?" Caleb's voice filtered through.

"Oh God … it must suck to be you." Dean rasped out tiredly.

Caleb frowned. "What the hell are you on about?" he asked as he helped Dean to his feet.

Dean opened his eyes and looked at Caleb. "If that's anywhere near what you go through when you have a vision … Dude, I'm glad I'm not psychic."

"Ahh, well usually something good comes from it. At least if you were having visions we'd have more to go on." Caleb started toward the house as he spoke. Dean following. "I'm actually wishing to have a vision right about now."

"Be careful what you wish for." Dean reminded him. He glanced around at the small front yard and the colourful garden. The two hunters came to a stop in front of the big white door.

Dean swayed a bit and shivered and Caleb reached out a hand to steady him. "You okay?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Damien, I swear if you ask me that one more time I wont be held responsible for my actions." he shrugged off Caleb's hand. "Lets do this."

Caleb nodded and reached over and pressed a finger to the doorbell. Both boys raised their eyebrows at the annoying chirpy tune that rang out, both having the same thought. Singing doorbells needed to die.

TBC ...

Oh no i have taken Sammy out of the action ... dont worry, next chapter Sam with be back in the thick of things :-) in fact he might even run into some danger. I really hope you liked this chapter and i hope to hear from you if i dont manage to post soon i hope you all have a fantastic Easter!!!! Friday is a holiday, maybe i'll have time to write but no promises :-)