This chapter was inspired by SamWinchester23's review. Y'all can go read it if you feel so strongly about it, but I was thinking about this and I was like, yes, good.

Also I'm not sure if this works "canon wise" but shh just read.

So we'll just see where this chapter takes us.

It's set about two years after the previous chapters.

I promised myself I'd never again call Dean while he was out on a hunt. It's stupid to do that; I don't know why the idea ever crossed my mind. Especially now, first off Dean's on a hunt with Dad, and second, the only reason I want to talk to him is because I have a bad feeling.

Ever since we'd gotten here, I'd just had this really nagging fear in the back of my mind. Dean and brushed it off as stress. We had been pretty busy lately. Yeah, that must be it. There really was no need to be worried about anything. Dean and Dad were on a simple hunt, it was the middle of the day, and nothing was after me.

I tried to repeat this to myself throughout the day, in hopes of calming myself down, but it really didn't work. I figured I'd give Dean a call, simply to see how the hunt was going. I wasn't going to ask him to come back or even tell him about my irrational paranoia. Just a simple hello.

He didn't pick up and I left a brief message telling him nothing was wrong, I just wanted to check up on the two of them. That was ok right? That didn't tell him to come rushing back, and probably wouldn't get Dad upset.

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Later that night when I'm just about to doze off, I hear the door creak open. If it was Dean or Dad, they would make themselves known right away, so I have to assume it's not.

I get up as silently as I can, and grab a gun from the nightstand.

There's just this man standing in the middle of the room. I raise the gun.

"Sammy, that's not really needed, we're all friends here." He turns around and smiles. It makes me feel really weird.

"First off, we are most defiantly not friends, I'd sure remember you, and don't call me Sammy."

He laughs. What the hell is so funny?

"Sam either shoot me or put the gun down, this tension is getting annoying." He says.

Sure thing.

I shoot and it hits him, but doesn't even knock him down.

"Enough of that." He waves his hand and the gun is knocked out of my hands.

What is he?

"Listen, I just came here to talk." He sits down on the couch.

"Don't think we have much to talk about. Except maybe you getting the hell out of here." He smiles again.

"That attitude right there is why I think you're my favorite. You see I was going to wait to even reach out to any of you, but when the Winchesters pulled into town, well I couldn't resist. I had to send your brother and father out on some wild goose chase and make sure they left you here. That took some planning, but I pulled it off nicely if I do say so myself."

I just stare at him out of utter confusion.

"By the way, your Dad any closer to figuring out what killed mommy dearest?"

"How'd you know about that?" This is not good.

"I didn't hear about it, I did it. Lovely Mary was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. She walked in on me. I couldn't let her go. I did feel bad about that. I liked her." he shrugs. "ah it is what it is."

I clench my fists.

"I'm going to kill you." I say. My head is spinning. Am I really looking at my mother's killer?

"Are you? Well I'm just shaking. This was a nice chat Sam. I'll be seeing you. Give my best to your dad and brother."

He gets up and starts to leave.

I've got to call Dean. I need to tell him what happened.
"Oh Sam, you think I'm that stupid. By the time you talk to your brother I'll be long gone."

Everything goes dark very quickly.