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Chapter Fifteen

"Sally!" Dean crowed loudly in unison with the bell on the door. He smiled his best smile as the 50-year-old woman looked up from pouring a fresh cup of coffee and smiled pleasantly at the man. Her smile widened wolfishly as his father followed in behind him.

Sam rolled his eyes as he shoved his dad inside the door and gave Sally a friendly wave. He and his brother knew about the relationship between Sally and his father. They weren't in too much danger of her becoming their mother. She was another woman who satisfied his needs, and she didn't seem too terribly attached to the idea of a future together with their father. So they were pretty safe. He walked through to the booth and sat down Dean sharply on his heels.

Sally followed after John to the booth. Neither of the boys missed the squeeze John got on his behind from the woman. Dean smirked at his father's jump. "So I'll assume ya'll want the regular." She waited until they all were seated before continuing. "Sam wants the Caesar salad. Dean want's a bacon cheese burger extra cheese. And you-" She wrinkled her nose in thought and regarded John. "You want either chicken or- you want the beef brisket sandwich. And you want the sandwich."

"You are amazing." John grinned his hand brushing the hand she had resting on the table.

"And doncha forget it, hun." She winked and wandered off. The walk as she went away was a sassy sashay.

Dean smirked. She was attractive. She lacked the aging grey in her hair and despite having a daughter of her own it was pretty evident that she worked out. Dean would put her in the MILF category. "Is that what you wanted- HUN."

"Shut up." John waved off his son's humor. "So it burned, huh."

Sam scowled and looked a little distracted. He turned his gaze preferably out the window and not at his family. "Yeah. It steamed. It didn't hurt, but- each time the water was used-." Sam paused his voice fell. "Something moved." He didn't miss his big brother flinch. "I didn't miss that, Dean. As much as you wanted me too."

"Moved?!" John shot up an eyebrow. "What do you mean by moved?"

Sam started to speak but stopped when Sally came back up three cups balanced in her hand.

"Okay so a Diet Coke for John. A lemonade for Dean, and a chocolate milk for Sammy." She placed the two cups and the mason jar of milk in their appropriate homes. She smirked at their apparent discomfort at the lack of manly drinks. "Don't worry boys, you can't always have beers. Foods on the way. I got it being rushed." She looked down to John with a wide smirk. "And how long are you planning on staying in town Mr. Winchester?"

John collected himself from his initial anger at the lack of information he had. "For a while. Do you need some help with your car? I'm good with engines."

Dean visually gagged and met eyes with Sam. Knowing your father had a sex life was one thing, watching him plan it was an entirely different thing.

"I could use some help. Today, after my shift?" Sally gave a wide smile knowing that she'd have an opening.

"Maybe not today. I have plans with my boys." John lit up with a mega-watt smile. "I am free tomorrow however. I can come over and look at it around eight."

"Sounds like a plan." She gushed before spinning around at the sound of a bell. The cook looked impatiently from the window. She scowled but turned and gave John a pleasant smile. "I have to get back to work, but it's a plan. I'll bring your food out when it's done."

John waited until she was gone before he allowed his face to darken again. "What is this about something moving? What do you even mean by that?"

"Like it was on the ground away from us and it moved. If I had to describe it, it was almost like telekinesis." Sam put a hand unconsciously to his head reminding himself of the pain. "I got this blinding pain and a nose bleed, kind of like when I have visions."

"And it happened when the water was applied to the blood. Almost like without him even thinking his body was protecting itself from whatever was the danger. In this case the holy water was what triggered it. We tried it twice more. Once on me and there was no affect, and again on Sam and one of Bobby's windows shattered."

John had noticed the window was broken. He hadn't said anything about it yet. Unhappiness was clear on his face as he thought out what they were saying. "So- So what I'm getting here is this is another separate ability?! I'm guessing like the visions; dormant." John scrubbed a hand across his face. "Shit Sam."

"I know." Sam didn't look too happy either. "It's not a picnic for me either. It hurts like hell. I'm thinking at this point- I need to go see Missouri. I didn't want to before but if these- these abilities keep popping up then I have to know how to control them. I almost killed Dean. He tried cleaning off my arm and I sent a knife towards him. I get you aren't happy with it. Neither am I, but while we are looking for some way to stop it…I have to be in control."

"We are looking. When we aren't on hunts, I'm spending all my time on finding something- anything about what is happening with you." John blurted.

"I know, and thank you." Sam gripped the edge of the table and met his brother and father's shocked faces. "But like I said I can't be a danger to you. And before you say I'm not that's exactly what I am. I have harmless visions yes, but now add to that the telekinesis, and I miss one dose of my tea and I get another fucking threat on your lives. I need this as much as you do. And she's already called me and I've told her I'm going. She think's it'll be at least a month. She's working on canceling her appointments to give me all the time that I need."

Dean put his hands firmly on the table. "Then I'll-"

"No." Sam looked up at his brother. "I'll take a junker and go alone. Bobby's library is better that what Missouri has, and if you are going to find anything, it'll be there. Besides she's even said that me practicing and working the powers could be dangerous for anyone close by. Not knowing what I'm capable of, I'd rather not have you guys around."

"The hell I'm not going. Dad and Bobby can handle the research." Dean growled. His anger perked up the interest of a few of the patrons.

"Dean- please. Give me at least a month and then you can come riding on your white horse."

The brother's gaze clashed and neither backed down.

"For me big brother?" Sam turned his intense gaze into his puppy dog eyes.

"Crap." Dean turned his head away suddenly unable to compete. "I'll give you one month, but you call at least once a day."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean."

This time Dean didn't back down. "No Sam. You don't want me running up there, then you call me. I left you alone in college and look what trouble followed you. I'm not making the same mistake. Weird freaky powers or not, you're my kid brother and you are not being taken away from me if I have a breath in my body."

Sam studied his brother. He knew it would bother him, but not this much. "Okay. I'll call."

"Once a day?"

"Once a day I will call you. I'll tell you about whatever Mr. Miyagi lessons I have with her, and how many bowel movements I've had."

"And what you had for breakfast, lunch, and dinner too."

"Yes Mom." Sam rolled his eyes again. He looked over at his dad. "You okay with it?"

"If you think it's going to help, then yes." John gave his boy a patient look, but they could both tell he was just as bothered. "If anything seems weird or out of the ordinary you tell us. Anything down to a strange stray dog lurking around her neighborhood."

"Got it." Sam turned his attention to Sally as she brought over steaming plates. Much like Bobby, Missouri's own home had its wards and protection spells. Sam wished he could chalk his family's concern to overreaction, but he knew better. He seemed to be followed by trouble no matter what. Calling and informing them of his day would be a small consolation on them being safe and away from him, at least for a month.

He watched his brother hide his disgust as Sally and his father flirted more and unsubtly discussed how much they missed each other being intertwined.

He'd also miss his family, to be sure. He'd not let his brother's side once in the months he'd returned home. Not hearing his brother breath as he slept, and not having the big oaf to crack inappropriate jokes would be new and, if he had to be honest, terrifying. He'd done it before though. He had been depressed the first few months away at school but over time he'd settled into a routine. That's exactly what he'd have to do now.

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The '70 Dodge Charger was pretty beat up. Its engine sputtered, and the bumper sat a little lower than it should but the Honda Civic behind it wasn't concerned with the state of the car. They were focused on the tall guy driving it with the messy floppy hair. The same car and driver he'd been following the last two hours off the highway and onto the little country two lane road. His leg was cramping a slight bit with the impression of pushing down on the gas as long as he had been, but it was a minor annoyance.

He whipped his head towards the flip phone on the seat next to him and picked it up careful to avoid the little pattern of blood on the seat. His shirt was white, and white stained something awful. He'd learned a long time ago blood was a devil of a thing to get off clothes.

He didn't bother looking at the caller ID. One person had his number. "Boss."

"Where is he headed?"

"That daft psychic woman's home. I thought he got his shit together and was headed towards our goal." Irritation clearly read in his tone. He didn't have the strength to hide it. He'd spent years, decades, practically two centuries, making sure the right couples got together, that the right situations appeared so that the right deal could be made so that in one night the right step could be made to setting up children with their awe inspiring abilities. Year after year they failed. This batch the boss saw promise in the Winchester kid. His mother was a hunter and his father was the offspring of a Men of Letters. Not to mention the rich blood line the Winchester's had alone. He was perfect for the job. At least that's what his Boss said. The way he saw it, he was coddling the boy. "I can turn him around. Make him change his mind."

"No." The response was rushed, and the demon behind the wheel tightened his hold. It would be another waste of time. Another lifetime of preparing everything for a new batch of children. "He's doing the next best thing. He's getting training. We'll leave him alone for now."

"NO offense, Boss." The demon kept the death grip on the wheel but kept his tone light, so he wouldn't lose his neck- host's neck. He personally would be put on the rack and tortured for a few years if he offended his boss. "We don't know if that is indeed what he is doing. And even if he was; the woman is a moron. She'll coddle him and baby him needlessly. Probably offer him cookies and milk every damn day. We'd be better off training ourselves."

It was true. The type of training he'd get with the demons versus the training he would get from the crazy psychic. They would whip him bloody, feed him more of the drugs he would need and make him do the things he would need to. The woman would give hugs and talk about feelings and make sure he was comfortable through the process. That didn't make for progress.

"Calm down. We take him and he fights us tooth and nail. Winchester's I have discovered are not only smart but they are tenacious. We take longer to get him to where he needs to be if we attempt our tactics. No. Let him train with someone he does trust. We can tweak his- curriculum when we need to."

"But her?"

"She's pretty strong; gotten more out of me than I could imagine. Not everything but she's the first to break through my barriers." He hummed. "No let my champion be."

The man looked ready to argue but paled. The beat up Charger's driver was now looking back at him through the rear view mirror. Hazel eyes watching his every move. He turned his eyes to the side as if he were admiring the view. "Boss, I have the kid's attention." He had forgotten the kid was good. He'd followed other kids before, but he forgot the kid was trained as a hunter and even without damn clever. Maybe he would be their champion.

"No matter." His boss sounded calm. "We know where he'll be. Turn at the second exit you hit. I'll have Meg follow him if I need him to have a tail. And dispose of the body properly."

The demon glanced back at the blanket covering body curled up on the back floorboard of his car. He'd needed a car and luckily at a gas station he'd found someone with a car popular enough that it blended in with every other vehicle on the road.

"I'll dispose of him accordingly." He grinned. "I won't leave anything for Daddy Winchester to follow."

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Dean's eyes blurred with the writing on the page. Again he flipped his hazy gaze to the Latin dictionary before turning back to the page.

They'd been at this since Sam had driven off in the '70 Dodge Charger, Bobby had long fixed up and stored in the garage. Sam had taken a day to pack up the things he'd need for the month and get accustomed to the way the car drove. He'd left that morning and now it was mid-afternoon. The sun already was starting it's decent down.

They'd been at this since Sam had driven off in the '70 Dodge Charger Bobby had long fixed up and had stored in the garage. They had said awkward goodbyes then Sam had driven off with the protesting engine. Dean was beside himself. It had practically been 9 months since Sam's girlfriend had died, and in that time he had not left his brother's side. Now without the kid everything seemed so quiet, he seemed almost without purpose. He steeled himself. He had a job, and moping wasn't going to get that done.

His head swiveled though at the sound of his ringtone, though. Research forgotten he scrambled up from his chair and closed his hand around the device. He got calls from family only. His father and Bobby were already here that could only mean that Sam was calling. He had only been on the road a few hours though.

"Sammy?" Dean sounded breathless as he flipped open the phone and pressed it to his ear. "Don't tell me the engine gave out on you already?"

"I'm not, Sammy. But it's good to know you two are still close."

The voice sounded familiar and made his heart soar, but Dean felt the air leave him all the same. He turned the phone away from his head and nearly fell over in shock as he confirmed the name. Cassie. They'd left on bad terms, and here she was calling him up. He put his phone back to his ear. "Cassie? Is everything okay?"

"Um, not particularly." She sounded off. "I was wondering how far out you were from Missouri?"

Dean had to think a second to separate the woman from the state. Although with the woman's personality she surpassed the size of the state. He swirled his mind to the map of the US and thought of the miles he'd have to speed to get there. "Um, probably about 10 hours or so. You need some help?"

"I don't know. My- uh- my dad died." There was a hitch in her tone.

"God, I'm sorry Cassie." Dean's voice took an honestly pained tone. He wished he had been able to reach through the phone and comfort her. Hell, despite the obvious pain in her tone another part of her wanted to pull her through the phone and 'discuss' a few personal matters. He sobered his thoughts though. "What happened?"

"It's- it's weird. I'm not sure I know what's going on. But if what you told me was true, then it won't seem so weird to you. I remember what you told me about strange deaths. I think I may have something for you."

"What is it?" Dean met eyes with his father and pointed to the phone to his ear. His father nodded and waved his son off.

"My dad was in a car accident, only there's one set of tracks."

"Cassie, maybe he got distracted and ran into something? Not that I'm discrediting anything I'm just thinking everything through."

"It's not! He wasn't!" She took in a deep breath and calmed herself. "It's not that cut and dry, Dean. My dad is number two. His friend before was run off the road. They are both black, and they both died on the same stretch of road. Plus, they show signs of being rammed and back ended. Only like I said. One set of tracks."

Dean padded slowly to the living room. "Okay, so more than a little weird."

"Yeah, and they both saw the same black truck. Dad claimed it would appear and disappear. He was scared, Dean. It was almost like he thought he was being stalked."

"Did he talk about a driver?"

"I don't know he said, and I didn't ask." She breathed in heavy. "I just don't know, Dean. None of this makes any sense, and the only thing I can figure is if what you told me is true. Then it starts to make a hell of a lot more sense. If you weren't totally bullshitting me before, then I think I need your help."

Dean rubbed a hand across his face and sighed. "And I'll help. You know I'll always be there for you, Cassie. Like I said though, I'm about ten hours out so I'll be at most a day."

"That's fine, whenever you can get here."

Dean absently grinned. "On my way now."

"I'll probably be at the press office, or at my mother's home. I'll text you the addresses while you are on the way. And Dean, thank you." She inhaled a jagged breath. "I said some awful things and I didn't believe you. You probably hate me."

His heart ached. It was amazing just how much she underrated herself. So many times in the relationship she'd vocalized just how amazed she was that a pretty boy like him was interested in her. But she wasn't a plain jane. She was beautiful inside and out. Sure they fought something awful, but she stimulated not only lil' Dean but his mind as well. "Stop. I know how crazy it sounds and I was partially hoping you would be mad. It would be safer if we both hated each other, at least for you. I uh-" He stopped himself. "I'm heading there in 10 so send me the coordinates- I mean send me the address and I'll be there."

He imagined her eyebrow curve upward and her smile at his slip up. "Of course Captain Winchester."

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"So you are going on a hunt?" Bobby wiped oil from his hand on an equally messy hand towel. He leaned up against the doorframe of the boy's room and watched at his oldest as he shifted around the room and packed up a duffle with his things.

"Uh- yeah. A friend called and needs help." Dean didn't look surprised at the intrusion.

"The way your daddy has his nose pressed in those books I don't think he's going to get up and join you. At least while Sam has determined himself too dangerous to be around us. He's not going to stop ever looking for that miraculous cure." Bobby surmised.

Dean shrugged. "Well I haven't asked, but that's what I'm figuring. Besides I don't want him off the job. Someone needs to try. Anyways from what I heard it's going to be a simple salt n' burn, at least once I figure out who it is."

"You mean what you heard from Cassie?" Bobby grinned. "Your dad said you seem to have a thing for her. I mean you are dropping everything to go help the girl. She pretty?"

"Oh shut up." Dean rolled his eyes. He stuffed the last of his cloths in the duffle and dragged his Taurus with its pearl grip from under his bed, and his serrated blade from under his pillow. Both were stuck on the top of the bag.

"She must be real pretty." Bobby widened his grin. "You going to help her even though she could be a witch?"

Dean startled. "What?! She's not a witch?"

"I don't know, boy." Bobby made his face serious. "You know women, with their hex bags and love potions. Bet you get this crazy high you can't get down from every time she's near."

Dean made a point to zip up his duffle loudly and petulantly. One of the worst things his uncle did was shoot back words he'd previously said. He never knew when to expect it either. Somehow his uncle just stored dialog from previous conversations and was able to whip them out and use them at inopportune times. "Eat me. It was my first love."

"Well I'm joining you. We can take my Chevelle." Bobby put up a hand. "If I'm correct- and I imagine I am- it's in cape Girardeau? Where there are curious car accidents killing off respected members of the black community. So, let's take your precious Impala."

The look Dean gave his uncle was unkind. "Who invited you and how'd you find out so quickly?" his eyes narrowed as an idea of who it was, was made clear. "Dad…"

"He means well. Told me about your girlfriend, and where she lived. I narrowed it down." Bobby smirked. "Is it so surprising that your dad researches the women you find so interesting?"

"Yes! Why would he do that?" Dean did look surprised. Sure he imagined his father took interest but to go as far as look up information on every woman he took past a one-night stand was unfathomable.

"Same reason you looked up the dirt on all of Sam's girlfriends. Their parents, who they had been with, where they came from. Never know who's lying, or who's a crazy person." Bobby opened his hand and dangled his set of keys from his pointer. "So Chevelle?"

"Chevelle." Dean grunted and pointed at his uncle. "So long as you are ready to go in ten. It's a long drive."

Bobby shrugged. "My car's all packed up. Changed out the oil, filled up the tank. She's ready for the road. I'm just waiting on your love-sick ass." He turned and headed towards the stairs. "Oh, and no Mexican fast food on the way over. You two boys get gassy with one burrito."

Dean rolled his eyes and pulled the duffle over his shoulder.

(So you liked it then please drop a review or leave me a PM. If something doesn't add up, it isn't interesting then please tell me. I can ramble in real life and if I am rambling here, well that makes sense so tell me.

Sam's powers will be explored more but next chapter. He isn't quite at Missouri's yet. He will be though.)