Rating: T (language, demon on man kiss)

Thank you all for reading. I kind of left the family reunion at the end open for interpretation so use your imagination on how you would like to fill in the blanks. Hope you enjoy.

A hot shower, clean clothes, food, check in on his family, and go to bed, in that order, was all Sam wanted. And for the first time in a long time on a hunt he got it…most of it anyway. The shower, the clothes the food, and then he was out cold. One of the last things he heard was his dad talking to Dean. He wasn't asleep long when he had the first nightmare that seemed almost too real.

In his dream he was walking through the door of a house he wasn't familiar with. There was a trail of blood that he was compelled to follow. The trail led to a back garden and in the garden was a body, ripped to shreds. He couldn't tell who the body belonged to but it was male. Then his eyes focused on another body – not far from the man ripped to ribbons. This one had been shot through the heart, and the blood still flowed out of the wound. Somewhere in the distance a baby wailed and the next minute Sam's eyes were open and he was awake!

John was asleep on the other bed and Sam guessed Bobby was in his own room. He wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon so he got up, grabbed his phone, and quietly went outside to call Abigail. He thought it would go into voicemail but she answered at the last second.

"Hey, how's everyone?"

His voice was tired but tinged with the slightest bit of angst. It was the sound of his voice when he had a nightmare, which to her dismay had become more frequent since they found out she was pregnant. He worried that they were premonitions again, that he wasn't free from the demon blood and a million other wild theories about them that he told her. She believed they were brought about by anxiety and stress and would give anything to take them away from him. How the hell had she been so quick to fall in love with him? It was more than the shared blood, or Heaven's mandate but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. And she didn't care, both were happy.

"Your brother's majorly pissed off. I've never seen him so worked up."

"About?"

"Witches. He found a gris-gris bag in a drawer in Lisa's room. A whacked out love spell. I'm sure you'll hear all about it when you get here. He's through the roof. I swear he's going to start burning people at the stake. He's outside torching it now. You ok?"

"It's done. Normal getting the shit knocked out of us by angry spirits, few zombie attacks but nothing major."

She hated him hunting without her. Not knowing what was happening, if he was safe, or if he would come home. It was the same way she remembered her mother feeling about their dad, though she never understood it at the time. Her dad was the greatest hunter ever, nothing could happen to him in her young mind. And nothing fatal ever did, after countless hunts he simply died in his sleep. However she always reminded herself that the wives and husbands of military persons dealt with it all the time, for longer periods of time and compared to that she couldn't complain about an odd hunt here and there. Their connection was strong, even if the bloodoath running through her had gone dormant, and she knew he had been hurt more than he was saying…but he was alive and she trusted him.

"So what was the nightmare about?"

John had woken up as Sam walked out the door. It was past noon and they needed to get ready to head back to Indiana. Dean had updated him on what was happening that morning, nothing much had changed it seemed since the last update he got. John was nearing 60 now and hunting and exorcising demons had taken a toll on him this time, however he realized that the family reunion was what was causing him the most pain. The physical he could deal with, it was the emotional that he worried about.

Mary was the love of his life, the mother of his amazing sons, and his whole reason to live. When she died his world fell apart and if it wasn't for Dean and Sam he would have joined her. Now he knew she was back among the living and he wondered if the intense love was still there? Had she aged like him? Where had she been? What would their golden years be like? But all those questions were nothing compared to the worry he felt. What if she hated him for subjecting the boys to the vicious training, to making them part of his purpose in life of revenge? He knew she would never have wanted that type of life for her sons, and the hell he put them through no father had the right to do that. He had never backed down from a challenge and he damn sure wasn't going to lose Mary again. He would do what he had to do to keep her!

Sam walked in as he was getting out of the bathroom. "Let's get on the road," he said as he gathered up the last of his things and stuffed them in the bag.

"Sounds good. I'll let Bobby know we're leaving. I think he's going to stick around awhile and make sure there is no trouble brewing."

"He's a good man. I'm sorry our last meeting years ago was so tense. He's been more of a father to you than I have."

Sam couldn't argue with his dad about that fact. "You had your reasons."

Too much had gone on since John's deal for Dean's life to hold a grudge. Sam had forgiven his father long ago. God had given him a second chance. He would extend the same courtesy to his father.

Before they headed back to Indiana they had lunch with James. Sam had to admit that he was good, not Dean good, but he had covered his back with Ms. Duvall. He wondered about how well Abby knew him but didn't think it was important enough to ask. Sam had her and that was all that mattered.

Ose, the demon hiding deep inside James, was very interested in everything Sam Winchester. She had been at the forefront of those who would follow Sam as he led the demon army against mankind in Azazel's battle. Azazel had groomed her himself to be Sam's consort and Ose was ready – however Sam didn't step up to the job and by the time she realized that Lilith and Ruby and Lucifer had their own designs for Sam it was too late. She was through the Devil's Gate but her purpose was gone. So she did what she did best, drive people insane. James was hers now and through him she would get finally get Sam; driving two hunters insane. It was a good life!

Demons loved to talk and loved to gossip more and she had heard things. She had heard about the bond Sam and Abigail shared, how she was carrying his child, how the child would be powerful and good unless it, or better yet the parents, could be brought to the darkside. And she had a plan for that; well James would actually carry it out with her help, but soon Sam would be begging to serve her, to lead an army against humans and even angels.

That was other gossip she had heard. That God's chosen sons Gabriel and Castiel were at war with their brethren over control of Heaven in God's absence and that Raphael had managed to imprison both leaders in a lake of holy fire. With the two most powerful angels out of the way and only one archangel to contend with the demons were rallying the troops to invade Heaven. They could use a seasoned leader. That thought made Ose happy, and it was reflected in a huge grin James gave to Sam.

John didn't notice if his son saw the inappropriate grin directed Sam's way but it made the hairs on the back of John's neck stand up. It was feral, and predatory but didn't last long enough for John to form any other thoughts about it. A second later James' nose began to bleed and he went to the bathroom.

What the hell was happening to him? He never got nose bleeds and now he'd had at least three since last night. And his thoughts? He felt like they were jumbled and confused and not his, but he couldn't remember any specific ones that made him feel that way. He also blacked out after he got home this morning. Something had happened to him out there. Maybe his head was hit too hard? That had to be it. He would go to the hospital after the Winchesters left. His nose had stopped and he finally felt like he was in control of himself. Then Sam came in to check on him and all hell broke loose.

Ose gave into her nature and poor James was compelled to go along for the whole bloody ride, though he fought hard against what his body was doing. Where the strength was coming from he didn't know but he easily had Sam pinned against a wall.

Sam saw the black eyes on James and went for his knife but was stopped by being harshly thrown and pinned against the wall! As he started to exorcise it out of James the bastard kissed him to shut him up. Sam began to struggle with everything he had but the demon inside James was one of the strongest he had seen in a long time. He felt the phone vibrate in his pocket, and so did James. The demon stuffed a hand into Sam's pocket making sure to manhandle his hip and thigh as he dug the phone out.

Ose saw the ID read Abby and her jealously rose. James looked at the phone then at Sam before he tossed it across the room.

"I'll deal with your little bitch later," he said to Sam.

The fear of the demon's words caused Sam to struggle harder.

James still had a death hold on him but it had loosened enough for Sam to make a move. With strength he hadn't realized he had he shoved against James and the demon fell into the middle of the floor. Sam wasted no time in starting the exorcism and just for good measure he pulled the knife and made to shove it into James' leg. Ose knew it was time to abandon the meatsuit for now, and black smoke poured out of James' mouth and disappeared out the vent. James slumped on his back, unconscious.

Sam grabbed his phone from across the room and called 911. It was definitely time to haul ass back to Indian!

John and Sam were in Cicero by 8 pm that evening, as they were parking Sam called Bobby to check on James only to find that the man still hadn't woken up. The demon possessing him had done a number on him Bobby said.

"When he wakes up…"

"I know kid." Bobby knew Sam wanted the name of the demon and what its plans were for him and his family.

"Thanks Bobby."

Dean met his father and brother in the hospital lobby. He looked like something a cat dragged in and Sam wondered when he had slept last. Behind Dean was Mary and both Winchesters stood and stared at her. John let tears stream down his face while Sam's eyes were tearing up. Sam let his father embrace his mom first, though he thought that his father would never let go.

Both brothers looked nervously at their parents. Mom hadn't wrapped her arms around dad yet and they wondered what was going through her mind. A second later Mary had John in a tight hug, both were crying and laughing at the same time and their sons were crying as well. Not wanting to interrupt their parents Dean slapped Sam on the back.

"We've got some catching up to do."

His big brother's tone let him know that it just wasn't family that they had to catch up on. He remembered Abby telling him about the gris-gris bag.

"How's Lisa and Katie?"

"They're fine. Going to be fine." It was steely determination in his brother's voice.

The Winchester brother's took the elevator to Lisa's room, leaving their parents alone in the lobby.

TBC