Summary: Sequel to 'Anything But Normal.' After Sam was released John decided Sam needed help with his abilities, enter Missouri Mosley. Can Missouri help Sam before the Demon helps himself to Sam? This is a Wee!Chester story.

A/N: This Chapter was written about a month ago but due to family emergencies I hadn't had time to type it, but here it is. My favorite chapter, and please review and vote.

Disclaimer: see any chapter before this one

Chapter 6 Instincts

Dean grabbed the hilt of his knife as he shot upright in bed. Something was wrong, it smelt like sulfur. As realization kicked in so did instincts, as Dean threw off his sheets and ran to Sam's bed. Dean didn't want to wake his fevered little brother, but he sure as hell wasn't leaving him alone if there was a demon in the house, especially if it was the demon. "Sam, come on kiddo, wake up. We got to…" Dean tried to think of a good cover up lie, "make sure Missouri is okay." It was partly true Dean thought as he ripped the covers off his brother and pushed his legs over the side, gently shaking him to awareness. "De--" Sam breathed sleepily.

"Yeah Sam, it's me. We got to hurry." Dean said worry evident in his voice.

"What's wrong Dean?" Sam could sense his brother's awkwardness.

"Sulfur Sam, now hurry up!" Sam hadn't even noticed the smell until Dean said those words. Oh god it's strong, it's yellow eyes, yellow eyes has dad, and now it has them.

"Dad." Sam whispered

Dean looked at his brother curiously, "What wrong with dad Sam?"

"The demon has dad, Dean. I talked to it…I-I saw it."

"No," Dean said before anger took over, "When the fuck were you planning on telling me or Missouri Sam?"

Sam dropped his head, not wanting to look his brother in the eyes. He let Dean down. "I wanted to, but I felt weird and I couldn't talk…could…breathe."

Dean looked at his brother, god how he could be so stupid. Sam couldn't tell him, because he was out cold from a damn panic attack. Dean grabbed Sam and pulled him into a hug. "It's okay Sam, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I forgot." The words seemed to work as Sam stop trembling and lifted his head up. "No chick-flick moments Dean, the demon."

Dean couldn't help but laugh as he let go of Sam and helped him gather his footing, "We have to go find Missouri and get out of here."

Sam nodded as he followed Dean out of their room and down the hall to Missouri's room, Empty. "Shit, she's not in here!" Dean cursed.

"Maybe she is still down stairs cleaning up." Sam said thinking back to the broken vase.

"Yeah I guess, let's go check." Dean said as they headed back down the hall and down the stairs.

Dean hated old houses, and Missouri's house was old. He and Sam couldn't even get down the stairs without a chorus of creaks every time their feet landed. Dean knew if the demon was in the house it was well aware that he and Sam where coming.

"Boys, you're up." It was Missouri, "I got breakfast made, Eggs, bacon, grits, sausage, biscuits, and gravy. How does that sound?" Missouri said in a creepy Stepford Wives kind of manor.

Dean didn't even know Missouri could cook. Every time they visited she always ordered fried chicken from KFC, but man did breakfast sound good to Dean. How could he refuse? "It sounds delicious Miss Missouri."

"Good, Sam needs his strength if I am gonna find out what is going on in that head of his." Missouri looked at Sam who was looking around the room, exhaustion written on his daydreamed face. "I swear boy, get your head out of your dreams."

"Missouri, I have to tell you something." Missouri nodded as she took her attention away from Sam, "I think there is a demon in the house."

"What makes you think that Dean?" Missouri said in that creepy voice again.

"Sulfur…Did you reach dad?" Dean was in a hurry. He didn't have time for twenty questions. Sam needed to eat and rest. And get the hell out of this house if he was right about the sulfur scent.

"Yeah, he said the hunt took an unexpected turn. He won't be back anytime soon from what I gathered."

Something didn't seem right to Dean. This whole situation was off, Missouri was off. That was when Dean saw it, Missouri's eyes. They said all that needed to be said. "Sam, you need to rest. How 'bout you lay on the couch and I'll fix you some breakfast?" Sam nodded, he wasn't hungry, and he too could since something was off. "Missouri can you help me with the food?"

"Sure hon', we need to talk anyway."

Dean waited until he was out of Sam's sight to drop the hoax. "Where the hell is my father?"

"I told you Dean, he is still on his hunting trip." Missouri said still pretending everything was just peachy.

"Like hell he is…one more chance ass wipe, where the hell is my father?" Missouri smiled innocently ignoring Dean's foul language. "Christo!"

Missouri's eyes glowed yellow as she dropped to the ground and hissed in pain. "You little bastard, didn't your mother teach you respect?"

"Christo!" Dean whispered with silent intensity, trying to hide the turmoil from Sam's ears.

"Careful Dean, you wouldn't want me to hurt sweet, innocent Sammy, would you? He's just so young; it would be a crime for him to suffer for your negligence." The demon scoffed.

"What do you want?" Dean said calming himself down.

"What makes you think I want anything?" The demon was adamant, "A demon can't just come visit his old friends once in a while….I mean, I just wanted to see how Sammy here was doing. I heard he was feeling' down."

"Sam, his name is Sam. And as you can plainly see he's not one hundred, thanks to you. Now, I'm going to ask you one more time scumbag, what do you want?" Dean threatened.

"Dean you don't listen very well, got that from your father, and Sam is gonna pay the price."

"You lay one finger on him…" Dean started with malice lacing his voice.

"You're right I won't, because I don't have to…" Dean had never been so helpless in his life, all he could do was hope that the demon was bluffing. "You wanna see a trick Deano….3…2…1…" Sam's pained screams cut through the air, and it was all it took for Dean to go running.

Dean ran into the living room as if the devil was on his heels. "SAMMY?" Dean prepared himself for the worst, a mangled Sammy, a dead Sam, but all he saw was Sam sitting on the couch resting and reading some book like nothing happened. "Yeah Dean?"

Dean regained his composers quickly, "D-do you want butter or…um jam on your biscuit?"

""Jam, grape not strawberry," Sam said as he turned his attention back to his book. With that answer Dean turned back to the kitchen.

"Do you get the picture now Dean? You do anything to ruin my plans for Sammy I'll cause him unimaginable pain, pain so bad he'd wish he were dead." The demon in Missouri's body said coldly, "Don't worry Dean it should all be over by the end of the day."

"What do you want with him?" Dean asked trying to remain calm.

"That's for me to know and you to find out Dean. Oh, but before I do I think it is only fair that I give you a fighting chance to save your brother, it won't do any good anyway." The demon jeered menacingly, "Your father needs your help. You see I did something really nasty. I locked poor Johnny in the shed. If you can get him out Sam will be safe a little longer. If you don't you'll never lay eyes on the psychic wonder again… you have mmmmm ten minutes starting…now?"

End of Chapter 6 Instincts

A little bit of a cliffy, anyways I really would appreciate your thoughts and opinions on this story. I am running out of steam so I decided to do a short survey.

What are the demon's plans going to be?

A)Kidnap Sam and turn him against his family.

B)Give him more powers to cause him more pain.

C)Give him a message that will change his life forever.

You got a week and a half to vote I'm going on vacation. You can only have one vote. And keep in mind that there will be a sequel. And there are about 2 chapters left in this story.