Hey everyone. I am SO sorry that i haven't updated in like, forever, but things have been preeeeeeetttttttttttty busy. Hopefully I'll get in the groove again. And actually finish this story.

I DON'T own Supernatural. But I do know that Eric Kripke left us an unbelievably evil cliffhanger, and i can't wait until i see 'Hunted' next week.

okay, let's go.

John clapped a hand on Sam's shoulder and smiled brightly. "Good work."

Sam smiled back, wiping a trickle of blood from his forehead, which was where the poltergeist they had been hunting had thrown a book at him.

It had been five long months since Dean had left, and Sam and John hadn't found any trace of him. They had looked in between hunts, kept looking for mistakes, like aliases they knew Dean used… But they found absolutely nothing. Sam had lost hope. Three months had passed since Dean's phone number had been disconnected—a sure sign that he had changed it.

So now, Sam hunted by his father's side—for the first time ever without Dean. At first it was strange—with no one to get between them during arguments. But Sam had to admit it, now he was actually beginning to enjoy working with the man. As for arguments, they hadn't gotten in too many lately, which was a great relief to Sam. It was only the occasional disagreement over what to do next.

Otherwise, Sam's only problem was the thought of Dean. The worry in his heart had only gotten heavier as the months passed, and whenever he had the spare time, he would only realize it again.

He had also thought about the vision he had of Dean all those months ago. He found it odd, seeing how everything else he saw was someone dying. This led him to believe that when Dean drove away, he drove to his death. This, as imagined, only worried Sam even more. For all he knew, Dean could already be—

No, Sam ordered to himself, he's not dead, he can't be! And he froze at the familiarity of the words.

"Sam? Are you still with me?" John asked, turning the truck onto the interstate.

Sam had barely noticed that they had already gotten into the truck and had been driving for quite a while now. He was too deep in thought, and when that happened, he rarely took notice to any of his surroundings.

"Just thinking, Sam replied, rubbing his forehead.

John nodded, understanding. His son was often losing himself in his thoughts—thankfully not during anything important. John was happy to say that he thought that he and Sam had grown closer as father and son over the months. Even if they hadn't found the demon yet, at least he could have the reassurance that his son was there, and was a hell of a hunter—a great person to back him up when the time came. He only wished he could say the same about Dean. He still had the lingering thought that his eldest had tried to live normally. He knew that Dean deserved a real life like that, and felt guilty for not letting him have one. He had already driven off Sam when he went to college, but now Dean too?

Sam yawned loudly, and settled himself in a more comfortable position. He had to admit…it was nice to drive in silence for a change, but sometimes he missed Dean's loud music. No, that wasn't right. He didn't miss Dean's music, he missed Dean himself… His music was only a part of him, and right now, Sam needed all of him.

He closed his eyes, then opened them up a crack, and then let them flutter tiredly. He told himself he would wait until they got to a motel, so he wouldn't have to sleep in the car, but before he knew it, he was sound asleep.

When Sam opened his eyes again, he was in a completely different atmosphere. He was standing outside what he recognized as Missouri Mosley's house.

Strange, he thought, why are we here?

He then heard a sound that he had been longing for over the past few months. An engine…an engine of a painfully familiar car. The beautiful '67 Chevy Impala, with an equally familiar silhouette in the driver's seat.

The car drove up the street, pulled into Missouri's driveway, and Dean opened up the door. Sam couldn't see him just yet, since he was facing the passenger side of the car. Once Dean began to stand up, Sam's vision began to blur. He fought it, fought to see his brother's face, to see if he was okay. But all he could make out was a blurry blob that could have been a demon for all he knew.

Black spots swam before Sam's eyes, and they kept multiplying until all Sam could see was black…a sea of darkness.

Sam's eyes snapped open, his heart racing, incoherent thoughts shooting across his mind. It was a minute or two when he realized that his father was trying to communicate with him.

"What is it, Sam? What did you see?" John asked, his voice traced with worry. He knew well enough by now what Sam looked like after a vision.

"I…I saw," Sam gasped out. He felt breathless for some reason, and took a moment to collect himself. "I saw…Missouri's house…" He closed his eyes.

"And?" John pressed. "Is something going to happen to her?"

Sam shook his head. "No…, it's not like that. I saw…I mean, I saw Dean's car come into her driveway, and he was coming out of the car…"

"So he's okay? He's…?"

"I didn't get to see him," Sam admitted. "I knew it was him, thought. This means he's still alive! This means that if we go to Missouri's, we could see him again!" Sam smiled happily. "We have to go there, Dad! We have to!"

"Oh, we're going there all right," John half growled. "I don't care if we stay there for a month."

Sam's smile disappeared. "Are you still upset with him? I really don't think that Dean would ever do what you think. He's not like that—he's not like me. He's not going to abandon the job."

"I said it several times before, Sam, your brother had no right to leave us like that. When I left, I had a very good reason. When you left, at least we knew where you were going, just in case. But Dean just up and left, not even speaking with us for five months. He could have been killed, and we would never know about it. And after all this time when he should have been protecting you…"

Sam frowned. "We should at least be happy that we'll see him again, that he's not dead."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm happy he's okay. I'm happy I'm going to see him again," John began gruffly. "I'm just saying that I'm angry because we didn't know his intentions. He was missing for five months…" He sighed, shaking his head to himself and flooring the gas pedal, sending them surging forward.

They arrived at Missouri's house a few hours later, and explained their situation. Missouri had happily welcomed into her home, and said that they could stay for as long as they needed to. She had two guestrooms for John and Sam, and they had gratefully thanked her.

Now John was discussing something with Missouri, and Sam was in his room.

I'm hope I'm right, he thought to himself. He sat on the edge of his bed and ran a worried hand through his hair. God, I hope I'm right.

"I hope you are too."

Sam looked up to see Missouri. He gave her a small smile, as if to reassure her that he was okay, even when he knew that if she looked into his mind, she would see something different from what was on his face.

"You and Dad done talking?" he asked.

Missouri nodded. "And I've got supper on the stove, so you better have an appetite. You can worry about Dean later. You already know he's comin'."

Sam sighed. "I can't help being worried about him. He's never done something like this before. I never imagined him doing something like this."

"There's a reason for everything," Missouri said matter-of-factly. "I'm sure Dean had his reasons."

Sam shrugged helplessly. "I just don't know why I had another vision of him. I always dream of death."

"It doesn't mean Dean's gonna die. You have a special connection with your brother. In the hospital, you were so worried about his health, and you were dying to know if he would make it or not. Then you had the vision."

"That's right," Sam agreed. "And ever since he left, I've been really worried. And I had the vision of him coming here…" It all made sense, it some way. "When I'm really worried, my visions of him seem to reassure me…"

Missouri nodded. "I think it's just your body responding to the emotional stress." She shook her head. "I don't know for sure either way. Seeing the future is very different from reading minds."

"But if that's the case, then why didn't I have the vision months ago, when he first left?"

"And why did you have the vision after Dean had been in a coma for quite a few months?"

Sam shook his head, only getting more confused.

"I know this must be really weird for you, and hard to get. But you'll get used to it," Missouri tried.

"Yeah," Sam murmured. "I just wish I could do something else to help him…"

"I'm sure Dean can fix his own problems," Missouri stated. "It's just that this time, he went about it in a way that I wouldn't say was the best."

Sam frowned, his worry still eating at him.

Missouri gave him a smile. "Don't worry, Sam. I'll be sure to whack him with my spoon for worrying you so much."

To make up for that short chapter, I have a deleted scene!

-Deleted Scene-

"I…I saw," Sam gasped out. He felt breathless for some reason, but who could blame him? Dean was the hottest thing that hit earth, so seeing him would put anyone's hormones into overdrive.

-End Deleted Scene. Sam is Not Gay-

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