Hey all, thanks for reading. Welcome back to all of the readers who read Separate Ways! Here is the next chapter.

Cindy.

Just one more thing. I originally started posting this story in July 2008 on , before season 4 started. Sam's new abilities in this story may look familiar even though this was written before those abilities became apparent on the show. Anyway, on to the story.

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Dean looked up from his work on the well pump as a shadow fell over him. He squinted in the afternoon sun, smiling when he saw Bobby standing over him. He raised his hand to shield his eyes as he stood to face the older hunter.

"What's up Bobby?" Dean asked, wiping the back of his hand across his sweat soaked forehead.

"Just checking on how the pump's coming along," Bobby replied, looking down at the pump that lay on the ground at their feet.

Dean lowered his gaze to the pump and wiped his hands on his dusty jeans. "Just about done actually. How's the main generator going?" he asked.

"It's ready to go. All fueled up. I'm just waiting on Sam to finish fixing the solar panels. As soon as that's done, we can get some power going here," Bobby replied.

"Well, okay then. I'll get this puppy put back together and get it back underground. Hopefully we'll have water in a few hours," Dean said as Bobby turned to walk away.

"Hey Bobby?" he called after the retreating man.

Bobby turned, his eyes shadowed by the brim of his baseball cap. "Yeah?"

"Who do you think Sam was talking about?"

"How do you mean?"

"When he said 'they will come', who do you think he meant?"

Bobby removed his cap then brushed his hand over his head. "I don't know. The demons maybe?"

"Nah, I don't think so. He said he'd summon the demons. I think he means something else," Dean retorted.

"Well...what do you think?" Bobby asked.

"Hell, I don't know Bobby. None of this makes any sense," Dean started, turning his attention behind Bobby when he caught movement where Sam was working. "Son of a bitch!" he yelled as he took off running, pulling his pistol from the back waistband of his jeans as he ran.

Bobby jerked around, following soon after Dean, pulling his own gun when he saw two men flanking Sam by the building housing what once was the kitchen and mess hall. He swore to himself when he saw Dean aim his gun at the closest man's head, and said man pulled his own gun. Unfortunately, Sam was smack dab in the middle of the two gun toters with the other man now reaching for his piece. Bobby aimed his gun at the other man, when all the while Sam stood in shock, his eyes wide and his hands outstretched in front of him.

"Drop the gun and step away from my brother asshole!" Dean shouted at man number one.

"Dean, st..." Sam started.

"Move away Sam, so I can shoot this dipshit!" Dean spat.

"Hey! Get your gun off MY brother!" the other man yelled shakily, moving his gun until it was aimed at Dean.

"Uh-uh, back off kid!" Bobby said flatly to the younger looking man, stepping forward, his gun never wavering.

Sam stepped forward, putting himself in the middle of all the drawn weapons, his eyes darting between the four agitated men.

"Will you all just stop!" Sam shouted, his eyes resting on Dean. "Dean, it's okay. They're not here to hurt me."

"They showed up with guns Sam!" Dean seethed incredulously.

"You drew first asshole! We were just talking," the first man spat.

"Yeah, well..." Dean started.

"Dean...Bobby, it's okay. They're hunters. Just put down the weapons. All of you," Sam said evenly.

Dean and Bobby glanced at each other as the other two men did the same. The four men slowly lowered their guns, their eyes never leaving the men opposite them. Sam sighed in relief as he turned back to Dean.

"Dean, Bobby...this is Jakota Troy and his brother Bryan. They are hunters and they've come to help fight the demons," Sam said.

"Hey, how did you know we were hunters? We never told you that," the man Sam introduced as Bryan asked, his eyes narrowed in confusion.

Sam glanced at him and smiled slightly. "You were drawn here right? To Fort Peck and then to the compound here ?"

"Well...yeah. But how...?" Bryan asked.

"I chose this place. Now, other hunters will be drawn here," Sam stated.

"So...it's true what they say?" Jakota asked. "You're psychic?"

Dean and Bobby instinctively stepped between Sam and the brothers, their eyes flashing a warning to back off.

"Where'd you hear that? Huh?" Dean spat, fear flashing in his eyes.

"Hey...take it easy. Word gets around okay? We met this hunter a while back and he heard it from an associate of Gordon Walker. Walker told this associate that Sam Winchester was some kind of psychic."

"Gordon Walker? We only met him once...how did he...?" Dean queried, then stopped himself.

"Word is things didn't go real well between you guys. He was pretty pissed. We really didn't believe it. Thought he was trying to make you guys look bad," Bryan said.

"I guess he was pretty pissed, but trying to turn people against us? Dangerous people? Saying stuff about Sam that could get him hurt?" Dean mused.

"Gordon thinks...I guess he heard that Sam is supposed to be..." Jakota started.

"Supposed to be what?" Bobby asked.

"He's supposed to be evil or something. Supposedly he's going to lead the demon army against humans," Jakota replied sheepishly.

"What!? He said that? Where did he hear that?" Sam asked, bewilderment crossing his face. He glanced warily at Dean, who returned his worried gaze.

"Look, we don't believe any of it. Some do I guess, but most don't. Like you said, he's pissed. You hurt his pride and he's getting back at you," Bryan stated.

"Crap Sam! And you say hunters are gonna be drawn here?" Dean asked guardedly.

"Yeah...Isaral said once I chose a location, other hunters would come," Sam replied.

"Well...what if Gordon Walker is drawn here? Huh? Crap! This is so not good!" Dean spat, his heart rate jumping drastically.

"I guess we'll deal with that if and when it happens," Sam replied.

"I don't like this Sam. Not one little bit!"

"We can't worry about Gordon right now. We've got lots of work to do. The war's coming and we don't have much time," Sam said before walking away.

Dean, Bobby and the Troy brothers watched him as he walked away, glancing at each other before they too started walking, Dean and Bobby keeping themselves between the youngest Winchester and the newest members of the slowly growing human army.

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The action is coming, I promise you that. We've got limp!Sam, hurt!Dean and demons! Oh my! I hope you liked this chapter and I hope you'll let me know one way or the other.

Cindy.