Wow, people actually reviewed! lol.

Okay, John is kind of hard to write in this chapter, to get to show that he still cares about Sam in a believable way.

Dean couldn't sleep. There was an uneasy pit in his stomach. He didn't like Sammy being out in the cold, alone in the dark. With hardly any weapons. Did Sam even remember to pack a gun? What if something attacked him? How would they know? He tried to turn off those thoughts, but it was impossible. He finally got up and stared out the window.

"Why'd you have to be so stupid, Sammy?" He sighed, and shook his head. Intense anger at his father rose inside of him. He didn't like feeling it. He was hardly ever angry at his father. But the image of John hitting Sammy, of locking the door on the kid kept on entering Dean's mind.

"Dean?" John knocked on the door. "I got a trace of where that demon's heading next. Come on, let's go." His voice was grim and stiff.

"Shouldn't we wait for a while?" Dean pleaded desperatly and John frowned.

"Wait for what?"

"You know...in case..."Dean's voice trailed off, unsure of if he could say Sam's name. But John knew what he was talking about.

"He's not coming back, Dean," said John. "He's probably long gone from here."

"I doubt it, it takes a while to walk to the bus station," Dean muttered. "But..."He sighed. "I'm just worried that something's going to happen to him," he mumbled. "He's out there by himself..."

"By choice," John reminded him gently. "And Sam knows how to defend himself."

"Yeah...but did he bring any weapons with him? What if some sort of monster attacks him or something? We both know what comes out at night. And he's by himself..."

"Dean, I saw Sam pack a gun," John told him slowly. "And," he added quietly. "I put a rifle in his duffle when he wasn't looking, one that was filled with rock salt."

"You?" Dean looked confused. "You kicked him out-"

"That doesn't mean I stop worrying," John said in a gruff voice. "That doesn't mean I don't want to hear about him getting hurt, Dean."

"But you..."Dean swallwed, unsure of what to say. The anger he felt for his father was now mixed with confusion.

"Dean, I need you on top of your game," John told him, briskly changing the subject. "Are you going to come with me, or am I doing this one alone?"

Dean remembered how thrilled he was when John first started to take him on hunts. How he felt John finally saw him as a man and not a little kid. How he was useful beyond taking care of Sammy. He didn't want to dissapoint his father either. So slowly he nodded and casted one more glance at the window before leaving the room.

"What are you doing out here, in the middle of no where, at night?" Yellow Eyes, disguised as Jack, asked smoothly. Sam caughed.

"Oh um....my dad and I had a bit of a blow out," he sighed. "Long story out, I left and I'm not welcomed back."

"Really?" Yellow Eyes stared intently at Sam. "I would have thought John would have been more protective of his boys."

Sam stiffened at the mention of his father's name. He looked at the driver sharply.

"I never told you my father's name," he said, his voice shaking. He touched the handle of the door. His eyes widened as the man's eyes flashed yellow.

"No," he laughed smothly. "You didn't."

Sam struggled to push the door open but it was stuck. Before he knew what was happening Yellow Eyes placed his hand on Sam's face, causing Sam to collapse.

John started the Impala and drove silently down the road. Dean stared out the window, hoping to see Sammy walking on the side of the road somewhere.

Suddenly John's new cell phone, he had recently gotten both boys a cell as a away of communication, rang. John frowned, and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"You better listen and do everything I say, John Winchester, if you want your son Sam to stay alive," a cold voice answered. John stiffened.

"Who the hell is this?!" He snapped. Dean glanced at him sharply.

The voice chuckled.

"I'm the one that killed your wife, John," the voice hissed. "And now I have your son, so you better do what I say. Unless you want to bury Sam yourself."

Anger and fear clouded John's face as one of his worst fears was coming true, the demon that at killed Mary was now after one of his children...

I wasn't sure how to end this chapter, so hopefully it didn't suck too badly! lol.