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 rewritten quite a few times for choice A,B, and C in my poll. I have to say I am very pleased with this chapter and I hope you all love it as much as I do. Thanks for reading and look out for the sequel in a few months.

Disclaimer: see any chapter before this one

Chapter 8: Finding A Way

Dean ran out of the kitchen as fast as his legs would carry him. He had to get to his father or else his baby brother, his Sammy would…no, he couldn't think about that, wouldn't. He would get his dad out and the demon was going to have to pry Sam out of his and John's cold dead fingers before they allowed his t take Sammy way from them.

When Dean reached Missouri's shed his heart dropped to his knees. There were so many locks. What could he do? What could his father do? John was a victim and him he was clueless. The tools were in the shed. He couldn't just go and ask the demon for the keys and combinations. And the Impala housed all their weapons in its trunk, so he couldn't shoot the locks off, unless…maybe his father left it open.

Dean took off once more running, but this time towards the driveway. It didn't take long for Dean to notice the shiny black paint of the Impala, not a scratch on it. Dean tugged at the door, but was disheartened when he found it locked. Come on Dean the demon is not stupid enough to park the Impala in front of the house unlocked. Dean thought mentally beating himself up, but…it doesn't matter Dad keeps a spare underneath. Dean dropped to the ground and pulled himself under the car searching viciously for the box with the key on it until…"Yes!" Dean whispered as his hand quickly opened the box to find only a post-it note.

Come on Deano you honestly think

I would make it that easy. Times ticking by and you

need another plan…Or bye bye Sammy!

"Damn it! What do I do? What do I do?" Dean repeated to himself as he started to get nervous. He only had a few more minutes and no plan B. "Dad!" Dean yelled through the wood on Missouri's shed.

John sat in complete darkness, silence, trying to find a way out of his prison. Dean needed him, and from what he got out of that damn demon Sam needed him even more. God I can't let this demon destroy my family. I'm their…

"Dad!" John thought he imagined his son's voice. He must have. It couldn't be possible. "Dad, are you in there?"

"Dean?" John questioned

"Dad, the doors are locked. How do I get you out?" Dean sounded scared and rushed. Dean never sounded like that unless…

"Where is your brother Dean?"

"I don't have time for twenty questions Dad. Just answer my damn question. How do I get you out?" Dean would never speak to John like that, Sam was in trouble.

"The back door Dean. There is a back door." John heard Dean's boots brushing against the tall grass around Missouri's shed as he ran around the small building.

Dean jingled the door knob. It wouldn't open though. Why couldn't this be easy he was losing precious time, Sam's time? "It's stuck dad. You have to get it to move from the inside." Dean yelled

"Wait a second Dean." John said as he pulled himself across the floor, arms and legs bound, to the back door of the shed. "Pull on the handle Dean, I'll push." John said as he braced himself and slammed his back into the door.

"Dad we have to hurry. He threaten we wouldn't see Sam alive again." Dean pleaded

John slammed into the door with new vigor, and was rewarded when the door gave way on the second try and he tumbled backwards through it.

"Untie me quickly Dean, we have to reach Sam." Dean wasted no time as he started untie his dad's bond ankles.

"God, Yellow Eyes must have been a boy scout or Navy Seal because these knots are ridiculous." Dean said as he gave up on the knots and went into the shed in search of anything that can cut through the thick rope. "Dad, did you see any hedge trimmers or knives in here?"

"If I did do you think I would still be tied up?" John questioned back. "Just help me up I'll hop to the--" John was cut off by the sound of a shrill beeping. "What's that?"

Dean looked down at his wrist; his watch was flashing 'TIMES UP.' "Oh God, no!" Dean cried out.

"Dean what's wrong? What does that noise mean?" John asked not sure he even wanted to know as fear for both is son's increased.

"Times up Dad. We lost Sam. WE LOST HIM!" Dean screamed as he pushed his father away and crumbled into the fetal position and cried.

John was in awe. His son was having a mental breakdown right in front of him and he had no idea what to do. Nothing ever broke his oldest, but here he was utterly hysterical. Sam couldn't be gone. "Dean, it's okay. I won't give up, we WILL find him."

"Sam's not gone, he can't be. You watch, we're gonna go inside and Sam is gonna be on the couch were I left him reading a book. I know it." Dean said wiping tears from his eyes while he embraced denial. All John could do was hop viciously behind him as he tried to catch up.

"DEAN, stop it!" John roared forcing his son out of his stupor.

Dean turned around eyes wandering past his father and to the manila envelope by his father's feet. "Where did that come from?" Dean asked as he picked it up. It was addressed to him and his father.

"Who is it from Dean?" John asked as his son looked bug eyed at the envelope.

"It's from the demon." Dean said as his hysterics stopped and he ripped the envelope open. The first item he took out was a knife, the knife John and Dean had picked out for Sammy's twelfth birthday. Dean cut his father's ropes before continuing to run towards the house, a sense of foreboding encompassing his heart.

"Sam? Sammy? Answer me damn it!" Dean screamed as he ran from room to room. Dean sunk to the ground in defeat. His baby brother wasn't here, he was as far gone as there mother and it was his entire fault.

"He's gone, Dean. I'm sorry, it's my fault." Missouri cried out as she saw John enter the room and sink down next to Dean and pull him into an embrace as Dean sobbed openly tremors racking his body.

"Dean, I think you should see something, the demon left it for us." John said as he pulled his son's head up and pointed to the wall over the mantle.

Dean looked at the wall his heart broke in realization of what it was. Blood, Sammy's blood! The demonic son of a bitch had written a warning in his Sammy's blood, flaunting the fact that he kidnapped Sam right from under John's nose. Dean would never be able the sight out of his head it was horrifying, it was the most gruesome sight the three pair of eyes ever saw.

"Oh god I did this. I did this." Missouri cried as she looked at the wall adverting her eyes away from the broken oldest Winchesters.

"Don't worry Dean. I know we will find him and we will kill this bastard. I promise I will die before I let him get away with this." John swore as he wrapped his arms tighter around his son.

So I am pretty sure you all figured out there is going to be a sequel. I have not started yet, but I'm pretty sure it is gonna take a couple of months, sorry. Please review I accept all anonymous reviews, I want to know what all of you think. I also take request for what you want in the sequal, after all the story is for all of ya'll to enjoy. And thanks for reading FINDING A WAY.