At seven o'clock, Spencer's alarm clock rang out with the normal annoying beep, beep, beep that he was accustomed to waking up to. Rolling over, he used a searching hand to hit the snooze button hopping for an extra ten minutes of sleep.

All hope was lost when his hand had finally found the button but the noise didn't stop. In fact the beeping didn't sound like it was coming from the alarm at all but from the other room… and more like a fire alarm.

In one swift move, he was pulling the covers off himself and easily sliding his feet into the awaiting slippers on the floor before taking off at a near sprint for the kitchen.

When he entered the room's doorway, he shut his eyes, ashamed at what he saw and willing it all to go away.

Sitting at the small table, Sam was eating a bowl of cereal with an amused laugh at his lips. Whereas Dean ha a hard covered book in his hand while attempting to wave away smoke and quiet the alarm above him

More irritated than anything else, Spencer grabbed a second book and helped his older brother.

After a few minutes, their arms were about ready to give out and the thing was finally silent again.

"What the hell?" he asked collapsing into the seat across from Sam.

"I was trying to make pancakes," Dean supplied. "I haven't made them since before you graduated"

"Promise us you will never try to make them again," Sam snorted.

"Hey, it's never happened before," he tried to defend himself.

Spencer stood from his seat to fix himself some of the freshly brewed coffee. With his back to his brothers, he mixed in the sugar. He could hear Dean say, "I suggest we get a move on soon, it'll take a few days to get to Colorado."

Turning to face them, Spencer informed the pair, "I still have to call my boss."

"Then go get the OK so we can go."

Rolling his eyes, he left the room, taking his coffee with him in hopes of having more privacy.

When he was sure Spencer was out of earshot, Sam asked, "When are you going to tell us the real reason for all this?"

Dean bit his lip, looking unsure, "Don't tell Spence, at least, not yet, but I think dad is going after the thing that killed mom and Jessica. And I don't think he can handle it alone."

"You do realize that he won't want our help, right?"

Leaning forward in his seat, Dean said, "Listen, even if he won't admit it, I know he'll need all hands on deck."

"Okay, that might be the case but, he'll never let us. I mean, you know how he was when Spencer left and then when I did too, he felt we were walking out on family. He isn't going to welcome us back with opened arms. I don't think he'll just let us help him."

With an intent look in his eyes, Dean said, "Then tell him what that thing did to Jess and say you have your own reasons."

Sam glared at him, nostrils flaring and looking ready to strangle him, "You have no right to talk about her," he growled.

Dean opened his mouth to say more on the subject but quickly shut it and leaned back in his chair just as he heard Spencer's footsteps just outside the room. Following his lead, Sam lowered the accusing finger he hadn't realized he had raised but continued to glower at him.

"So I was able to get the next five days off- anything over that, you're on your own." Spencer was saying as he walked into the room.

"Alright, let's get going then," Dean said standing up. He took off the spare bedroom that he had slept in after having called dibs on it leaving Sammy to sleep on the couch.

Shaking his head, wondering why he had agreed to this, Spencer left Sam to finish his cereal so he could get changed and pack for the days ahead.

Within ten minutes, all three men had their things in the trunk of the Impala.

"Wow, you still have this old thing?" Spencer asked bewildered.

"Hey, it's not a thing, she's my baby and I'm never going to leave her."

Somehow Sam found himself in the back seat with Spencer riding shotgun and Dean at the wheel. Before pulling out, Dean set up the music to Metallica and in response got a groan from the back and a sigh from next to him. "What? Who doesn't love Enter Sandman?" he asked in defense.

As time ticked by, the small space became somewhat awkward bubble.

In the back, Sam managed to doze off a bit and Spencer had his head turned to watch the world fly by out the window- not really wanting to make conversation.

They continues that way for nearly for hours before Dean was pulling into a gas station to fill up. "Do you need anything?" he asked through the opened window.

"No," he shook his head then looked back to see that Sam was still fast asleep.

Dean lightly patted the roof before moving to fill the tank. Looking forward again, Spencer returned to his thoughts, remembering all the hunting skills he had learned all those years ago.

It was nearly ten seconds later that his memories were interrupted yet again. Behind him, he heard the sudden gasp for air and the sound of jeans on leather. Turning, he saw that Sam was sitting upright, one hand clutching the door handle while the other was thrown against the back seats. As his heavy breathing began to quiet and he could recall where he was and what was going on, he lowered his hands at the same time that he tilted his head back so it was leaning against the cool glass window.

He let out a soft moan, one that said: he had a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. Spencer knew these nightmares all too well. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, his eyes never leaving his sibling.

Looking at the car's ceiling, Sam shook his head.

"So, Sanford?" Spencer offered after an uncomfortable moment passed.

Sam lowered his head, unable to make eye contact but seeming to relax he nodded, "Yeah.

"How was it there?"

""Ah, good, I guess," he responded, unsure and making it awkward again when he didn't go on.

Spencer opened and closed his mouth, not sure what to say. As Sam turned his head to look out the window, Spencer blurted out, "They do get better. I know you don't want to talk about it and that's fine, but they do get better."

When Sam only nodded, Spencer turned back, feeling stupid for having said anything at all.

In silence, they both looked out their respective side windows and waited for Dean to return.

When he finally did, some of the tension flooded out when he opened the door. "Good to see you're awake back there Sammy, I was beginning to think you were in a coma."

From the back seat, he remained silent as Dean continued on. "I don't know if you wanted anything, but I got you a jelly filled- you used to love 'em anyways."

"Thanks."

As they sped down the road, all three Winchesters grew silent again and when it became near unbearable, Dean turned on the same Metallica cassette tape they had listened to before. And though it made it better, there was still the weird feeling of being together again like this.

A/N: Hello everyone! I just want to clarify some things timing wise, for both fandoms, I'm skipping the pilots, this next chapter will take place during Wendigo, right now is between the first and second episodes. Other than that, the chapter titles will be when the story is taking place. Hope that clears it up if you were confused.

And I want to take the time to thank everyone for taking the time to read this. As always it means the word and I really hope that you are enjoying it. Please feel free to let me know what you think, I love any and all feedback!