the first chapter still applies
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"Singer" The voice on the other end of the line growled out and Sam winced belatedly remembering the hour. He was in such a rush he didn't realize that it was dark 30.
" Sorry Bobby, you know I wouldn't call unless it was important" The words left Sams mouth in a rush of not quite words. He just hoped Bobby was in chartable mood, and you know didn't think Sam was nuts.
"Who the hell is this?" Booby snarled "Do you know what time it is?" Clearly he didn't remember Sams voice that or he was possibly the last person he would call.
"Sam, sorry I was in such a rush I didn't realize the hour but I need your help."
"Sam who?" the worlds left Sam gaping for what to say. Over the last four years he really had made an outcast of himself, removed himself from his family, his whole family.
"Winchester" Sam whispered "and you know I really wouldn't call, I should have in these last few years and didn't and if I am now you know I need your help."
"Call your daddy kid" the man on the other end snarled. "Why do you need me, the way I remember it you don't need any of us so, give me one good reason I shouldn't hang up, what could you possibly need form me?"
Sam took a deep breath and tried to calm down he had half excepted this from Bobby and Dean and defiantly his Daddy, but he had hoped it wouldn't be this way, the desperate attempt to get anyone to help him.
"You know how to make a devils trap, have a constante supply of iron and are a good man."
"Sounds like you've found your self a bit of trouble kid, " Bobby said much less angrily and much more coherently. As if the words had woken him up. "That's some serious protection your looking for, who do you got after you?"
Sam quickly glanced back at Jess before answering, making sure she was still soundly asleep. Dreaming of only good things. She was beautiful when she slept he couldn't let her die not again. Bobby would keep her safe, that he was sure of, now all he had to worry about was him, and Dad, and Dean. "Him, the one who killed mom, he's after me now, and to get to me he's going to kill my girlfriend, and dad, this is going to sound crazy Bobby I'm not sure even I believe it yet but, I have these dreams, and sometime they come true…"
The gasp that Bobby let out was quite audible like he much like any one who was told the person they were talking about was crazy would. "What do you mean dreams. Like visions?"
"Exactly like that, and well I don't know what it was but I woke up from this dream, and I had all these flashes running around in my head, I don't remember everything and that scares me that i may have forgotten something, something important. But yeah, I remember Jess dieing, and Dad and" Sam stopped there fearing that to say it would make it real, The way his dream had ended still rattled him, He had sworn that he wouldn't ever say goodbye to Dean or Dad again and he couldn't stand the thought of doing it again.
"I get the picture." Bob said softly "Bring your girl on over, I'll start laying salt and iron over the thresholds, it should be pretty secure once you get here, and Sam, does this girl know?"
"No, I told her that we were going to my uncles and that my dad made a lot of enemies in his line of work…and one of them was after her, and well I don't know how to tell her…"
"That were all demon hunters and possibly the greatest evil ever faced by man is after her?"
Sam couldn't help but laugh at the statement, it was made so plainly so conversationally. It made Sam relax just a bit. It made him feel like he wasn't alone. "Yeah that I should go, and Bobby thanks"
"Your welcome kid"
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They had been driving for almost 10 hours , Jess asleep for most of it when Sam pulled into a motel, carefully backing the car into an empty interior spot and started for the door to get a room when a horrible headach anf lfash of memory began. He was walking away from the impala, into a diner to grab dinner while Dean waited in the car, he turned and looked out the window, at Dean before a hot white light disrupted is vision. The feeling in the pit of his stomach was what made him go back and gently wake a sleeping Jessica.
"We have to stop here, then in the morning we will pick it back up ok, Bobby's house is still about 8 hours from here and I'm beat."
Smiling softly Jessica let herself be pulled form the rental and into the front office. She once again watched as Sam paid for the room with yet another credit card, that seemed to belong to a D. Hasselhoff. Of course she didn't question it even after all the papers we signed. As Sam quickly carried her to the room and settled her on the bed she barley opened her eyes, even as he mumbled soft incantations and hung strange things from the ceilings. She was so tied she didn't even question the salt he seemed to be deliberately pouring over the floor and around the doors and windows.
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The shrill ringing woke Sam from his uneasy sleep. As he dreamt of rage and fear and frustration.
"Lo" He muttered groggy still.
"Were are you what time is it?" Deans voice called out across the line. His panic painfully clear There was something else to , maybe someone else.
"Motel and dark" Sam yawned immediately groping around until he found jess, her slow rhythmic breathing a sweet reassuring caress.
" We'll I got to Jericho and checked into the motel, just to find that Dads still here dude, I thought you said he wouldn't be.?"
Sudden realization crept through Sam as sat bolt upright in bed. "Dude, We are early weeks early, I think we may have already changed the outcome of my vision, if you got to Jericho early and found dad then everythings early, you and dad need to go take care of this woman tomorrow, or now if your up to it and then leave as fast as you can. We may be able to out maneuver this thing,"
"What do you mean Sammy " Dean asked clearly confused
"I know what the demons going to do , before he does. Listen let me talk to Dad." Sam listened as a muffled conversation was had on the other side and the scratching as the phone passed from Dean to John.
"Sammy," John gruff voice was almost enough to make Sam break down into tears, he hadn't heard that voice in so long , he never thought he'd hear it again. "What's going on dude, your brother isn't making any sense"
"Dad, I know, I know about what killed mom, I know what the demon was, I know who the demon was, I know what he did and why he did it, I know you went to Missouri and she told you all she could, I know you came to Stanford, and I know the ultimatums, I go evil or I die," Sam tried to get out all he was feeling in this short tirade to his father." I know about the army and the devils gates, I know about how you were tracking it and if you still don't believe me, that I know what's coming, I know about the Harvells Jo and Ellen…"
"I'm listening." never in his life had little Sammy Winchester heard his father utter those words to him, and it was quite clear that it pained John just to say them.
" I already told Dean what I remember about the woman in white, but it seems like the further away something is in time the less I remember from the vision." Jessica softly snuffled in her sleep and Sam silenced himself as she readjusted and fell back into her deep slumber. "If he was early enough to get to you, then maybe you guys will be early enough to stop the Windigo attacks, We cant just let these people die, Dad, There are some more important things than revenge."
"I know Sammy, I know, So a windigo, in Blackwater? that's different." Dad said softly letting Sam take the reigns, "Then what?"
"Thank you, watch out for each other, something about the whole thing is giving me a bad feeling like something might go wrong, but make sure it doesn't ok old man, only hunt this thing at daylight and oturch it as soon as you've got it in your sights " Sam said he couldn't believe his dad was going to listen to him. "I'm gonna leave Jess with Bobby, he's currently building up a fortress, then meet me in Manning Colorado I may need your help to get your old friend Elkins to let us have his gun"
"Elkins gun?" John asked disbelief coloring his words
"There only one like it in the world, they say it can kill anything"
"Can it?"
"Yeah, I'm going to get that gun, and I'm not going to sit around if this sonofabtch wants a war I'll give him hell"
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A/n So I tried to make this one a little longer, but it seems that this little thing called a family emergency popped up, my sister has to have her gallbladder removed and a lumpectomy so that's taken fearful high priority, So this will probably be my last post before the new year, so if I don't "see" you …
Have a happy and safe holiday whatever it may be. And even though its not politically correct, as a catholic born and raised I would like to wish you all a merry and safe Christmas
