Title: For family's sake
Author: 0cloudyday
Rating: PG-13/R
Spoiler: none
Characters: Dean, Sam, John
Warnings: Dark and a lot of angst
Summary: AU. Dean starts acting strange and one day he disappears. A desperate search for a brother and a son is starting.
Disclaimer: I don't owe Supernatural or the characters. All Kripke's.
A/N: My native language isn't English, so sorry for the mistakes.

I actually expected this to be written easily. But there are so many thoughts in my head which I have to tell you, so you will understand it finally... that it somehow was still hard work ;).

Enjoy this chapter and hope for some reviews ;) ... and of course thanks to everybody who reviewed. You made my day.

For family's sake

Chapter 5: Family Reunion

"Father wants you to do a job" Tom said coldly.

"I am still not killing anybody." Dean answered the same way.

"You won't need to... totally depends on you." Tom said, hatred in his eyes.

"So?" Dean asked, not really exited to do the job, but he knew he had no other choice.

"Max is coming to the warehouse, tomorrow. Prepare him – the others can't wait for it." Tom said with a smirk, while Dean looked at him disgusted.

"I guess I can do that on my own!" Dean said determined.

"You sure? You are not going to faint or something." Tom said sarcastically. Dean just glared at him. "Don't ruin this Dean, or father is going to punish you really hard... but you must be used to it, right." Tom said.

"Leave him alone." the voice said. Appearing out of nowhere.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Tom hissed at the new arriver.

"Your father wants to see you." the person simply said... and Tom disappeared, glaring once again at the other two people in the room.

"I can take care of myself. I don't need you to defend me." Dean said angrily.

"Dean... Dean listen to me. Be careful, they are all getting impatient. Max is the first one of this generation, they can't wait to strike... Don't forget that they want Sam." the voice said.

Dean looked thoughtful, but the other person couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"I can handle this, I can handle Max... Just stay away, all of you. Simply trust me!" Dean said determined and the other person nodded.

As every night the two Winchesters made a salt line at the doors and windows...

"So what's the plan?" Sam asked after a while.

"We check out this warehouse... tomorrow morning. We go in prepared. It could be anything, nothing, the demon or Dean. This is important Sammy. So listen carefully. I know you hate it, but I need you to follow my orders. I need to know that I can trust you!" John said determined and looked into his son's eyes. Sam looked back, smiled slightly and nodded.

"I won't disappoint you. I promise Dad. This is about Dean..." Sam said and hesitated.

John was a little surprised by Sam's sudden obedience. "Sammy, you okay?" John asked concerned.

Sam sighed. "Remember, I talked to Max." Sam said.

"Yes, it was just an hour ago." John said

"He told me things... about his childhood..." Sam said slowly. Both men sat on opposite beds now. John didn't interrupt Sam, he sensed that something bad must have happened.

"... his father hit him... even a week before he died." Sam said looking on the floor.

"Sam... people sometimes are..." John tried to reassure Sam.

"I know... that's not the problem. The problem is, that it could have been you too." Sam interrupted his father calmly, but still not looking in his father's eyes.

"Sam I would never hurt you or Dean." John said shocked that Sam could even think that.

"No... you don't understand... The reason why Max's father even started was because he was sure that he saw Max's mother pinned to the ceiling and burning to death, in Max's nursery." Sam said and he finally looked up in his father's eyes.

John looked back, thoughtful.

"I guess we can be thankful that you wanted vengeance and brought us with on the trip." Sam said and smiled slightly. John nodded thankfully and smiled too. This was probably the best talk the two had for a while.

"You are welcome." John said and Sam nodded back.

"Dad, this can't be a coincidence. We are searching for Dean and this Travis guy burns on the ceiling, like Mom. And then a few days later we get a call to come here and learn that Max's mother died exactly like Mom. I mean Max is two years younger than me... all this... it doesn't make sense. Why is the demon killing all those people." Sam started after a while.

"Sam maybe it's about time to talk about the nightmares you have? You must have noticed it too, right. I mean Max using telekinesis and you foreseeing Jessica's attack?" John said calmly... He knew he was risking to destroy the bound they just created a few seconds ago, but this was important.

Sam didn't say a thing for a while and just as John thought he wouldn't answer, Sam talked.

"Max locked me in a closet and placed a big cabinet against the door. Well... I moved it." Sam said.

John looked confused for a while... "And?"

"I moved it... like Max." Sam informed him.

"Oh..." John said. Things were only getting better, he thought sarcastically.

"That's all you say? Oh... Dad!" Sam said angrily.

"Sam calm down!" John said calmly.

"I just confessed to you that I am a damn freak... and you are telling me to calm down. Are you even listening. I obviously have the power of telekinesis and I am having..." Sam said loud, pacing through the room.

"Sam... Sam!" John tried to get his son's attention and Sam finally looked at his father, a tear in his eye.

"Your mother's death wasn't your fault!" John said and looked in his son's eyes.

Sam looked away. "What are you talking about..." Sam said, looking down to his feet.

"Your mother's death isn't your fault." John repeated slowly and his heart broke as he saw Sam break down.

Sam started to tremble and he grabbed for the back of the chair to keep himself from falling to the ground.

"How ... can you say that... to me it seems pretty obvious that the demon was after me... Max or whoever else is out there." Sam said and now tears were really running down his face.

"And if I hadn't left for Stanford, Dean probably would still be here... he knew, he must have known that something was going to happen. He wanted to tell me before he left, but I wasn't listening. I was so damn selfish..." Sam said frustrated.

John was next to his son now and was leading him to the next bed.

"Shhh. It wasn't your fault... non of this was your fault." John soothed his son, near tears himself. Sam was sobbing now... he felt so lost. He didn't dare to believe in a world without his brother... but he felt that bad things were happening and he couldn't stop himself from thinking that he could have prevented all this if he only hadn't gone to Stanford.

"We will fix this. We will find Dean and we will make the demon pay! I promise." John whispered.

Sam awoke, feeling a hand stroking his hair. He felt safe for the moment – it was as if he was a child again and his father was still the superhero...

He stirred. "How late is it?" Sam mumbled, still half asleep.

"I actually had planned to be at the warehouse for over two hours." John said.

Sam awoke immediately. "What?" he asked shocked. "Why didn't you wake me."

"I told you you need you to watch my back... and you can't do it, not fully rested." John said obviously.

Both father and son totally ignored what had happened the night before, or at least they ignored to talk about it.

"Let's get something to eat. We can plan how we are doing this... and then we will he head over to the warehouse, okay." John suggested and Sam simply nodded. What was there to say.

It was a rainy day... the sky was dark.

It took the two Winchesters longer than expected to get to the warehouse – it actually was already noon, when John parked the car a few yards away from the warehouse.

They didn't really have a plan. They had checked everything they could find about this warehouse, but there wasn't really much. It was a simple warehouse, which was abandoned about ten years ago. Sometimes some vagabonds stayed there for a few days... but nothing more.

They would simply go in and check the place out, hoping to find a trace of Dean or of the demon.

Both armed themselves with the weapons they thought they could use and finally they made sure to hide the car a little more from curious people, but the car was still ready for a fast escape.

Sam and John went into the warehouse, guns loaded... ready to kill any demon that might get in their way. As outside, it was dark inside... but their trained hunters eyes had no problems to see everything necessary.

But there was nobody there, at least not in the first room. Sam checked the EMF-reader, but couldn't sense a thing. The two checked every corner, but they couldn't find a hint, so they decided to went over to the next room.

The second room was brighter, they couldn't figure out where the light came from, but they really had more important things to think about... because the second the two entered the room they immediately noticed the person standing at the other end of the room, looking at them.

Both stopped dead, not sure if they were seeing right. But when the truth finally hit them, they ran over to the figure...

"Dean!" Sam said surprised, mixed with relieve and happiness.

... but before John and Sam reached Dean, he slowly rose the gun in his hands and pointed it at his family members... and cocked the gun.

Both stopped dead, once again.

"Dean." was the only thing John could say, confused and sad.

"Dean, it's me Sam. Your brother." Sam tried to figure out what was going on,

Dean's expression, which had been blank till now, turned into a smirk. "Do I look stupid too you? I know who you are Sammy." he said.

"Then put the damn gun down." Sam said half angry, half confused.

"Oh can't do that Sammy. Because if I do it, you are going to hug me... and I am not really in the hugging, sharing mood at the moment, you know." Dean simply said.

Dean looked at if it was the most normal thing in the world, while Sam and John really didn't know how to react.

"Dean, just put the gun down. Let's talk about this." John said after a while.

Dean laughed. "Talk? Wasn't it you, who taught me: Shoot first, ask questions later." he asked sarcastically.

"Dean, we are not the enemy here... whatever the demon told you, it isn't true." Sam said desperately. Trying to get to Dean.

"Trust me Sammy... the demon knows what he is talking about..." Dean said and he looked sad for a second, but his expression turned blank again, a second later.

"... well except the fact, that he told me that I would meet somebody else here." Dean said casual.

"Whom? Travis? Meg?" John asked.

"Dad... you saw Travis burning on the ceiling. You know that he is dead." Dean said.

John looked shocked at his son. "So I wasn't hallucinating..." he whispered.

"Dad?" Sam asked confused. "What is it?"

"You were there, weren't you Dean?" John asked loud. "You killed Travis?!" he accused his oldest.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Sam asked and was looking back and forth between his father and and his brother. Dean was looking coldly at his family.

"I told you that everything went black before I reached the door, when Travis burned up, right?" John asked Sam, while he was still looking at Dean.

"Yes..." Sam nodded.

"Well I didn't tell you everything, because I thought I had been hallucinating or something. Because I actually thought that I saw Dean a second before..." John told Sammy and now added to Dean: "You knocked me out that night, right? You wanted me dead? Burning up like your mom?" John asked disappointedly.

"... you think I wanted to kill you?" Dean asked and now he seemed hurt too.

"Well, I am not really sure that you are happy to see me... alive." John said.

"Dad!" Sam said horrified.

"Think whatever you want!" Dean said nonchalantly. But he glared at his father.

"Dean, no..." Sam said desperately... he was sure his brother would never hurt his Dad, but feared that John might think it.

But John figured Dean out, or at least he thought so. He knew that Dean hadn't tried to kill him. Probably saved him...

"Dean... why did you go? What happened? Who is Travis..." John asked slowly. Still feeling discomforting, as Dean was still pointing the gun at him and Sam... or rather in their direction than really pointing at them.

"Too many questions and too less time. As I said, I have an appointment. So it would be really great if you could leave now, as my appointment really likes privacy." Dean said bored.

"You are kidding, right?" Sam said unbelieving but as Dean didn't react, Sam became angry.

"You are serious. Fine. But in case you are waiting for Meg, she isn't coming." Sam said pissed.

Dean looked at them suspiciously and a little bit confused... and this time it wasn't all acting.

"What?" Dean only managed to say.

"Well, she is dead. Killed by her brother Max and right after he killed himself..." Sam explained angrily.

Now Dean turned white and the hand which was holding the gun was shaking.

"Dean?" John asked concerned.

"Max is dead... fuck... they are going to be mad..." Dean talked to himself. This new information really changed everything. He had less time than he had expected.

He had been in thoughts for a second, so he hadn't realized that the whole situation had changed again. That now the final game was seriously starting. When Dean focused again and saw it, his expression turned dark.

"I told you I can handle this alone!" he hissed.

"Dean what are you talking about?" Sam asked confused.

But a second later both, John and Sam heard two gun's being cocked and felt them pointed to their heads.

"I don't think he means you, Sammy-boy!" a too familiar voice whispered near Sam's ear.

"Meg?... what the hell... I thought you were dead..." Sam said and tried to turn his head...

"So Max told the truth... he hasn't got a sister." John realized.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move." Meg said to both Winchesters. Both Meg and Tom didn't even bother to check John and Sam for weapons... they didn't even take away the guns they had in their hands and John and Sam noticed it and it crept them out. It only meant that both were pretty strong and as good as invincible.

Meg turned to Dean now. "You seriously thought we would want to miss the fun?" Meg said in her sweet voice and Dean only glared at her... but now he finally lowered the gun.

"May I introduce? Meg and Tom..." Dean said sarcastically.

"Did you leave for her?" Sam asked...it was the first thing that came to his mind.

Dean looked at his little brother as if he wanted to hit him really hard, so he would get to senses again and Meg began to laugh evilly.

"Yeah. Dean loves me so much, don't you Dean?" Meg said.

"Go to hell... bitch!" Dean hissed. "She isn't really my type... but if you want, go ahead." Dean said to his brother.

"Oh, forgot... you have Jessica, right!" Dean said mockingly, and it really hurt Sam.

"Don't take it personal Sammy. It's just that Dean got the punishment of his life after he saved Jessica; after he dared to interrupt my Dad's work." Meg enlightened Sam and John, who got pale by the confession. "I guess Jessica isn't really his favorite topic."

Dean didn't say a thing, but glared at Meg.

"Dean..." Sam could only say.

"Oh and by the way... Dean actually really left you for a girl, didn't you Dean?" Meg said.

Again Dean didn't answer, but changed the subject. Things weren't really going according to plan. "So what's the plan, Meg? Now that Max is obviously dead." Dean asked.

"Hey, don't blame this on me. You were supposed to watch him. You could have told us that he is so mentally disturbed." Meg said now angrily. "I mean he killed his family before I showed up..." Meg said accusingly.

"Yeah and who's fault is it?" Dean asked. "What else did you expect, after all the stuff you let him went through." Dean said furiously.

"You are still so emotional when we talk about the subject. It's really funny. After all you know about it for years." Tom said amused... speaking for the first time.

"And if you want to blame somebody else? Then you should really blame little Sammy here. Let's say that he should never become a psychiatrist, because his patients would probably jump off the next roof after their first meeting with him." Meg said amused.

Neither Sam nor John did know how to react. They actually had problems to understand the real meaning of all this.

"You talked to Max?" Dean asked his brother calmly and Sam nodded. "He told you how his mother died, didn't he?" Dean asked further and Sam nodded again. Dean cursed...

"You want to know my plan? Well as everybody is here, why don't we simply talk about it. I am sure Sammy and John here would really love to do it." Meg said.

"You can't keep them here." Dean said and glared at Meg and Tom.

"Of course not. Does it look like it?" Tom said coldly, still pointing his gun at John's head.

"But what exactly is your plan? Run and hide again? Till they find you again?" Meg asked.

"Sounds like a good plan to me." Dean said stubborn.

"Well I actually think that Sam should have a say in this too, don't you?" Meg said. "After all he is one of the main characters in this game." Meg said.

Dean glared at Meg. "Remember the damn deal." Dean hissed.

"Dean what is she talking about?" Sam asked confused... "Dean, talk to me!" Sam insisted.

"Conversation is over. I have more important things to do." Dean said and just wanted to leave the room...

"Wait, Dean... you are forgetting something." Tom stopped him and Dean turned around slowly.

"What?" Dean asked coldly.

"I know you got your little punishment there... but you crossed the line yourself. You partly went against your deal. Which means we either see it as undone or you let us run the show." Tom said and smiled at Dean, who got pale.

"No..." Dean whispered and closed his eyes.

"Yes!" Meg said. "...any complains?"

Dean sighed. He had no other choice. The demons were really partly right, which he couldn't risk. In case the deal gets undone, everything he went through was in vain. And all this would end far worse. He had hoped that he could buy himself a little more time, but as it seems, fate didn't allow him that.

"Fine..." Dean said and looked back at his father and brother.

Tbc

Okay all this probably caused only more confusion and I am sorry about it (at least a little bit :) ). I know Dean is definitely acting out of character, but he had his reasons, I promise! Well, I try to update sooner next time and hope you will read the next chapter too – I guess answers are coming ;).