Dean stretched as he woke up and walked over to the kitchen. It's been a week now. Dean walked into the kitchen at 3 in the morning, to see Sam was still on his laptop and making phone calls.

"No. I've already checked there. The demon hasn't been there for 3 months. Well, do better research. No, this isn't like Azael. This is a different demon. Catch up, you-" Dean snatched the phone from Sam's grip. "Hey!" Sam shouted trying to reach for it. Lucky he was sitting on chair, Dean placed his weight into his palm to stop him from reaching and getting up. Dean pressed the phone to his ear.

"He'll call you back. Sorry, brother needs to catch up on his Z's." Dean hung up the phone and threw it on the table.

"Hey, I was using that." Sam went for the phone just to have Dean's free hand slap his. "Ouch." Sam pulled back and rubbed his red manly hand.

"Come on, get some sleep. I'll take it from here, buttercup." Dean sat down on a chair next to him and slides the laptop in front of him.

"I'm fine." Sam lied. Dean opened his beer as he analysed his brother. Black ring were around Sam's blood shot eyes. His skin was pale and his eyelids were barely holding themselves up.

"Right, then a few hours' sleep won't do anything. Come on, scoot." Dean flicked his hand softly to the hall way. Sam yawned and left with that. He was too tired to continue fighting.

Dean closed the laptop at 5:30. Dean sipped on the beer about to call it a night. He looked around at his brother's house. It was everything that Sam devised. It was a regular house and it had lots of happy memories. It was as if there was a different and happier Sam. Footsteps from the hall came closer to Dean. He groaned thinking that Sam was trying to sneak back to his laptop. Dean was about to get up his brother but it wasn't his brother, it was John.

"Hey there, kid." Dean pulled a fake smile. It faded away when the kid didn't look back. Dean kneeled down to John, looking at john's tied face. It was hard to see a sad look on a kid.

"Hi…" John whispered quietly.

"What are doing up?" Dean asked as nicely as he could. John looked over to the empty coach.

"I couldn't sleep… it's my fault. Mum is gone cause of me. It's true, isn't it?" A tear gentle fell down John's cheek.

Dean put on his best brave face. He got onto his knees to have eye level with John.

"Hey, it isn't. Why do you even say that?" Dean asked. Those words made John tear ridden face look up at Dean.

"I should have done what dad said. I should have stayed down stairs. It's my fault. Mum and… my little sister are gone because of me." John launched himself into Dean's arms. Even though Dean was stranger and his dad tried forgetting the Dean part of his life, John couldn't help but trust and feel safe with Dean. Dean put one arm around the crying child.

"It's going to be okay, john." Dean whispered. He gentle tapped Dean's back.

Him and John stayed up for little while. John wanted to know everything about his newly found uncle.

"What have you been doing since dad left?" John sat up straight as he scrubbed the chair across the floor, scooting closer to Dean.

"Oh, just been doing my job. You see this scar?" Dean pointed to the scar at his right eyebrow. John nodded with his eyes widen in interested. "Werewolf. I did save the girl just before the monster got her. Makes me also look cooler, don't you think?" Dean smiled and John laughed a little.

"Are all monsters evil?" Dean thought a bit about John's question.

"It easy to think so. You don't have to think about it. Most of them are but a few aren't. Rare if you find a demon that isn't evil, once I was friends with vampire, one of my closest friends …." Dean smiled and drank form his beer. He looked at the half filled bottle. "I was best friends with an angel." Dean drank from his beer again, but downed more down.

"What?! Angels are real?! What was his name? What was he like? Why did he leave?" Dean smiled at the questions buzzing around John's head. Dean looked at his watch to see it was almost 7.

"It's getting late…well, early. Come on, kiddo. Time for bed." Dean stood up. Before John could argue with Dean, his body yawned picking Dean's side.

Sam walked out of his room and stretched his arm. It was a large and lonely room. Sam looked intensely at the spot had disappeared from Linda. Sam got up and went to find out more about the demon. A demon ruin his life at a normal life once, he won't let it happen again. He won't let John go through what he did.

He walked down the hall, pushing back his hair messy hair. It flicked under his shoulder blade. Sam stopped at John's room. The door was open, which was usual since Sam always closed it. He smiled and leaded against the door to see John sounded asleep and Dean knocked out snoring on the chair beside the bed. Dean's head resting in his arms, next to John's body. He smiled and walked over to the kitchen table.

Dean twitched his sleep remembering how Castiel left him. How his best friend had betrayed him. Dean shot himself up in a cold sweat. He breathes heavily and wiped his face. He slowly became calm seeing John still sound asleep. Dean got up from the unconfutable chair and went another beer. Sam was on his laptop doing research on the demon.

"How did you sleep?" Sam asked Dean. Dean pulled out another beer and opened it.

"Ok, you?" Dean responded in sleepy tone.

"Fine."

Sam's eyes didn't leave the laptop til Dean said; "oh, by the way, you're out of beer." Sam looked up at him.

"There was a full pack. Cold within only a few hours ago." Sam wasn't angry, but little worried.

"Call it a gift." Dean mumbled before passing the beer to his lips.

"Speaking of calling. I'm thinking of calling Cass." Sam said, looking at his brother.

Surprise was on his face when Dean choked slightly on his beer. "No. Cass, he doesn't take house calls anymore."

Sam's eyebrows lifted. "What happened to him?"

"Don't know… don't care." Dean walked away. Sam followed him close behind.

"How long has he been gone?" Sam asked springing his brother back to look at him.

"You been gone 10 years….Cass has been gone 5. I've been on my own since." Dean gave Sam the beer.

"I'm going to crash on your bed. Night." Dean closed Sam's door rather loudly and Sam dropped the subject for a while, seeing it best.

A few more hours passed but it felt like days to drowsy Sam, who was still doing research. It was around 9 when John finally got up.

"Daddy?" John approached in a small squeak. Sam turned to John.

"Hey, John." Sam returned to the laptop.

"Are you…ok?" John asked unsure. This was the first time in about week that John had spoken to Sam. He was afraid he was still mad at him and he was always on the laptop. Sam looked at the mess around him. The obsession of fighting this demon was taking control over him, just like his father. Sam held onto the bridge of his nose and nodded with his eyes closed tight.

"W-what day is it?" Sam finally asked John as he looked outside.

"It's Saturday." John answer, speaking little more normally. Sam snapped into reality and released that John hadn't to be going to school, that Sam had a REAL job. Sam jumped off his chair, making John jump back.

"Have you been going to school?! I haven't been going to work-"

John cut off Sam; "I told the school; that you were sick and would call them as soon as you could talk. It was very serious." Sam was still wasn't sure how John was getting to school.

"I drop him off and picked him up. You have been so out of it. I've been doing a lot of things." Dean answered coming out of bed.

He walked over to the fridge and opened it, sticking his head in to look around.

"How do you think you got food, Sammy? Come on, John. We have to go shopping." Dean shut the fridge door. Sam got up.

"Wow, you're getting out of the house… in that." Dean sniffed the air near his brother and gasped for fresher air. He held his nose; "When was the last time you showered?" Sam shrugged. Dean fanned his hand toward the hall; "go for shower. Me and John will wait up, if you insist on coming." Sam nodded and did as his brother said.

"Afterwards, we can go to the park and throw a ball around." Sam told his son and ruffled up his hair.

Dean plotted himself onto the coach; "Yeah. Hurry up and we can go."

Sam returned a few moments later, fully dressed with slightly damp hair. He saw Dean with his son teaching him about guns.

"This part is the?"

"Hammer." John answer with glee.

"Good. You're picking this up quick." Dean smiled proudly at John. Sam flicked his hair at his brother and dean wiped away the little drop of water on his face. "Hey!" Dean wiped away the water drops.

"Let's go." Sam smiled as he picked up the soccer ball. Dean and Sam followed behind.

It had pass a few months now. Sam went to his job, but secretly went and researched on the demon. Dean just stayed at home and did what he could dig up and piece together what he could. John was having a different time at school.

Roamers spear like fire, that his mother had left him and his father. John protested to this and said his mother wouldn't leave him and his dad. Before he could anything about a demon, Sam came out and told john it was ok. Sam saw it best to either go with the roamer or to say she was with her sister out for country air; which was the same basically. Bullies saw john as easy meat. John learnt to bite down his lips, bleeding, not from their attacks. Dean and Sam told him that people will either not believe him cause it was it just kid's explain or they do and send him into the nut house.

John gave in to the bullies. Dean had taught him how to fight back, but didn't want to get in much trouble. After a few more beating and the teacher continue to do nothing, even watching it happen. John broke one of the bully's arms, into two parts. Sam rushes in and told John never to do that again. John didn't see it very far.

He would go home and cry about his mother and the attacks. How is this even fair? John knew then when the bullies stopped attacking him. John saw something that he never saw before. Fear. It was simple fear in the children's eyes. He remembers Sam telling him that when people are scared they act out. Because he wasn't anger that John attacked… just disappointed.

Sam was doing late night research, seeing that it was a Saturday. Sam was scrolling through the news. Sam came across an article that had on the front page. It had large letters for the title; 'Children kidnapped increases' Sam looked at the brunette that hugged the crying mother. Sam looked closely at the brunette that was staring at the camera. Sam noticed her brown eyes. It took for a few moments and saw that it Linda. She was still alive and was in California; Kensington.

Sam eyes widen. Was this joy he was feeling? Rellie? Or the thought that something much worst was about to happen involving his family and their safety? Sam shook Dean's foot.

"Dean. Dean!" Dean moved quick to Sam's quick wording. Dean fell onto the floor and he jumped up, fist clenched.

Dean, half sleepy eyes looking at Sam and their surroundings; "what is it?"

"I found Linda." Sam almost threw Dean into the laptop. Dean looked at the bright laptop screen. It burnt his eyes, as he just awoke. Dean stopped squinty to see and his mouth dropped slightly to see Linda. Linda hugging the crying mother and looking straight at the camera.

Dean rubbed his hands through his hair and dragged it down his face.

"Right, we've got Linda's last known location. What else does this article say?" Dean sat down on the chair and shook his face trying to stay awake. Sam walked over to make coffee. He poured in the coffee beans into its little place in the machine. Dean turned from the screen and Sam looked away from the coffee. John rubbed his eye.

"W-what is happening?" John yawned and covered his mouth. John slowly made his way to the laptop. Dean looked at all the tabs of their case. Let's just say that it wasn't for children at John's age to see this. "I've got it." Dean got up. He tossed John into his arms.

"Come on, kiddo." Dean said as he lifted with his knees. John flopped his body into Dean's shoulder.

Dean walked into John's bedroom. Dean clicked on the light with his free hand.

"Can't I stay up with you and dad?" John said, almost about to pass out.

"Sorry, John. Maybe when you're older." Dean said as he put John into the bed. John let go of Dean, with his weak grip. Dean pulled up the covers. Dean walked towards the door and stopped at the frame when John spoke.

"Uncle dean, I- I can't sleep." john looked very sad at Dean's eyes for a moment. John's eyes looked back at his long covers, that had planet and space ships. "I've been having nightmares again." Dean did a small sigh when John explained why he was up. Dean understood.

"You can't keep coming out of bed though. Come on, you need your tiny strength." Dean said with little smile. John screw up his face at Dean's point and became sad once more.

John often wakes up in cold sweat, screaming about his mother and for his father. Dean, Sam or both would run into the room to see what was wrong. John would cry in tears and scream how he was sorry to his mum.

He jumps at his father and sob that he was sorry. John later when he calmed down, he would say his nightmare about his mother leave and his father screaming. He would later say that there was something looking at him, it was like his mother but it wasn't.

Dean walked down to the other side of bed to pick up a toy. Dean sat down at the end of the bed and gave John the toy. Dean puffed his cheek.

"Just try and get some sleep." Dean said. John still stared at Dean. Dean's eyes looked down at John's shaky, grip onto the toy in fear. Dean puffed his cheek and began to try and think about what would calm this child down enough to get much need rest. Dean sighed and began to sing deeply 'Hey Jude.' John was so close to being a sleep that he could barely keep his eyes open for the rest of the song.

Dean smiled and continued to sign softly when John whispered; "thank you, uncle Dean."

Dean closes the door quietly. Sam looked at Dean with two cups in his hands. "w-were you just singing 'hey Jude'?"

Sam smirked at Dean's response. "What? No…. shut up."

Silence was from the pair of brothers doing research. Sam's eyes flicked from his screen to Dean. Dean looked up at Sam for a second then back to his journal of the demon's journey. This went on for a while before their eyes finally met. Sam quickly looked back at his laptop before question would be raised.

"What?" Dean flipped the next page as his eyes returned to his research.

"It…. Don't you think it would be easier to call Cass and to get some kind of help? I'm getting bad feeling about this, Dean." Sam said as his finger gentle tapped the mouse key pad to the next link.

"No. Drop it, Sammy." Dean's eyes scanned the journal.

"No. I won't drop it. Why don't you want Cass around?" Sam shut his laptop and turned to Dean. Sam folded his hand on his lap.

"Cass was being wing dick bag. What else is there to talk about?" Dean used his finger tips to gentle turn to the next page.

"….It's Cass. What could have possible been done?" Sam began. Dean got up from his chair.

"You want to know what he did? I wish I didn't. Because that guy that left 5 years ago wasn't Cass. That guy was one of those angels. Those flying good-toe-shoe popular kids, who think they devise daddy more than new born. I dare to say the freaking devil sounds like saint than Cass does at the moment." Dean slammed his journal shut.

"What could have Cass done?" Sam turned to his brother. Sam looked with large hazel puppy dog eyes trying to understand, to learn, an answer.

Dean grabbed his coat and his impala keys. "I'm going out." Dean opened the door.

"How long you going to be gone?" Sam stood up in his chair.

"Don't know." Dean shouted as the door shut behind him.

Sam sighed and ran his finger through most of his hair. Sam turned to see Dean's journal was still out. Dean always kept that thing hidden. Sam walked over to the side of the table it was on. Sam sat in the chair Dean was just in. Sam opened it and saw that it had messy writing. It was when Dean first got it on his first case.

Pages were ripped and place in the journal. It wasn't as neat as John or Sam's. It looked like someone just recovered it from hurricane. Sam flicked through the pages and read the top of page that held the date. 'March, 2014' It had about Sam's last case and at the end it read 'now it's just me. Sam's gone to normal life. It's just me.' Sam flicked through the pages feeling little guiltily about leaving Dean all those years ago.

Sam flicked through the year and read little. Sam read about his brother getting more violent with his killings. Til Sam reached one date; 'June, 2014.' 'Castiel, Angel, had been my new partner. Cass had found us witch case. Now it just me and my friend. Cass keeps bring up Sammy. But I guess I'm fine as long as I got one of my brothers.' Sam flicked into years. 'December, 2016.' 'Christmas day, day for joy right? Wrong. Kids these days get no gifts or a lump of coal. Well, kids here are getting nothing. Not even their lives for Christmas. Cass being getting really close to the Christmas holidays and is taking it hard that he couldn't get to most the kids on time. Its Christmas and we are going out for eggnog and strippers. Might as well enjoy a Winchester tradition.'

Sam scoffed and little laugh seeing picture Dean took of Cass trying to hit on group of girls. Another of Cass being surround by flirty woman and Cass being bashful. Dean wrote little note; 'Taught him everything he knows.' Sam laughed. If Dean and Cass got on so well, then why is Dean so pissed at him?

Sam flicked over to 'July, 2019.' 'Castiel is gone. It's been 5 years since Sam left. Castiel is now no longer welcome here. I'm alone now. I defiantly got no one left. I'm on my own.' It ended with just that. Dean and Cas got into some kind of fight or something. But they usual always sprung back. What the hell happened? What was so shameful that Dean didn't even put it down in his journal?

Sam heard impala engineer roar as it came to the corner to turn into the hotel. Sam was only reading it under 30 minutes. The lights came closer. Sam flipped the book close and ran into his bed, pretending he was a sleep. Dean walked in and grabbed his journal. That all he came for. Dean hid it and return to bed.

Sam and Dean packed their bags and had them in the car when john awake.

"Dad?" John stench and saw his overnight bag in Dean's car. "Where are we going?" John said.

"Get changed and we'll tell you." Dean said as he closed the trunk.

"Come on, john." Sam smiled. He kneeled to his son; "I'm going to find mum. I'm going to bring Linda back." Sam smiled. John was frozen in shock for a few moments and leaped into Sam's large arms.

Sam and John hugged for a long time. It had been at least 2 months since Linda was taken from them. Sam promised John he would keep him safe.