Dean's P.O.V.

"Is something wrong?" Sam asked from the passenger seat, making me jump slightly as he pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to look at him and frowned.

"No." My answer was blunt as I looked back at the road. I had been wondering if I should listen to Akuma and tell him about what dad said. She was insistent and had been pissed at me before we left that freaky town and when we had stopped to switch Alice to her car. She had tried to convince me and looked like she was ready to hit me when I said no for the third time since she told me about her father.

"Dean, you've got your pensive face on." Sam pushed and I sighed, tightening my hands on the wheel, trying to prevent myself from driving too fast.

"I said no." My voice had settled into a low tone.

"You can tell me. Is it about Akuma? She seems to be wanting to talk to you a lot lately." Sam was teasing and I let out a short groan to go along with my eye roll. Akuma was the last thing I wanted to talk about.

"No!" I snapped, swallowing and forcing myself to loosen my grip on baby's wheel.

"Woah, okay. Touchy touchy." I shot him a short glare before returning my gaze to the road and grumbling a bit under my breath before I hit the brakes and pulled off to the side of the road. I took a small breath and got out of baby, closing the door and running a hand through my hair. I turned, watching the girls pull up behind us and get out at the same time.

"Alright, alright! Fine! I can't do this anymore." I blurted out, throwing my hands up a little. It was all so stressful.

"Dean?" Akuma and Alice spoke at the same time and I turned to face them again, meeting Akuma's eyes and silently urging her to go away. She stared at me for a moment before a look of understanding crossed her face and she got back into Sirius, gesturing for Alice to follow her. Once they were both in the car again I turned to face my brother.

"Alright, Sammy, you gotta listen to me." I said softly, pressing my hands against the roof of Baby.

"I'm listening, are you okay?" Sam pressed, sounding worried about me. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting my head drop while I hesitated.

"I'm fine, but you're not." I finally blurted, swallowing hard and lifting my head to re-meet my brother's eyes.

"What do you mean?" His voice was harsh as he moved towards the back of the impala. I mirrored his movements, both of us stopping behind her with a few feet of empty space between us.

"After I woke up from my coma, before dad died, he told me something. Something about you."

"What did he say, Dean?"

"That Yellow eyes did something to you, before he killed mom." There was a long pause and I stared at my brother, feeling my heart break a bit. "And he told me that if I can't save you, then…." I trailed off and swallowed hard, lifting a hand to the back of my neck and digging my nails into the skin at the look on his face. He was clearly waiting for me to finish but I couldn't.

"Then what?" Sam moved forward and I took a step back, my eyes moving to where the girls were sitting before I returned them to Sam, swallowing hard.

"Then I'd have to stop you." I felt tears prick my eyes and I looked away again, refusing to look at him and hoping he get it.

"Stop me...as in…"

"Kill you." I moved back to the driver's side and turned my back, leaning against Baby and pressing my hands to my thighs, leaning over and sucking in a deep breath.

Sam's P.O.V.

"Oh." I stepped backwards to give myself some space between Dean and I. Despite what I had thought before, that there was actually nothing more than a demon attack on my family, this actually kind of made sense. Dean implied that there was something wrong with me, something very wrong, and I could tell. I could always tell. I was different from everyone, I felt different, I could never fit in, and I would never fit in. If dad had told Dean to put me down if he couldn't save then something was very wrong with me. Yellow eyes had come into my house and killed my mother, he was in my room, and he wanted me. But why? What was so special about me?

I turned to glance at Alice for a moment, maybe I was looking for safety, because all I wanted to do was run away. I wanted to be somewhere safe and warm, I wanted Alice. I could feel the tears start to well up under my eyes. I let out a shaky breath and rolled my shoulders to try to calm myself down. Turning back to Dean I asked him the question that was bothering me the most. "Do you know what he did to me? Yellow eyes?" Dean took one look at me and he closed his eyes, I knew that he knew I was hurting. He knew that I was upset but he couldn't do anything to prevent that.

"No, but it doesn't matter 'cause I'm not gunna let anything happen to you, Sammy." Dean stayed in his position, half leaned over on the other side of Baby across from me and I lifted a hand to my face, wiping wetness away from my eyes.

"Would Akuma? I mean she's his daughter." I pushed. She might know, she hated her father but she had mentioned that he visited her sometimes a while ago, or maybe he said something when he kidnapped her. But there wasn't a way to know. Dean had been getting along with her better, maybe she could have mentioned something to him. I really didn't know. I wanted answers.

"I don't know, maybe ask her." Dean finally stood up and moved towards me, though I turned my gaze back to Alice, taking a breath.

"I think we should go to the Roadhouse."

"Why?"

"We need to talk to Ash." I wanted to try and find more psychic children like me. I needed to know if we were the same, if they knew anything about the yellow eyed demon. I wanted to put the missing pieces into the puzzle. I nodded to Dean and we got back into the car. We sat in silence for the next twenty minutes. He had called Akuma to tell her that there was a change of plans and we were heading to the Roadhouse. "Dean."

"Yeah?" He answered, his eyes focused on the road.

"I'm not mad that you didn't tell me."

"Sam, I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner."

"No, Dean. Things were too crazy, it's better now. I forgive you." I watched my brother and smiled a bit, releasing a small sigh as he relaxed. I leaned back and turned my attention to the landscapes that was passing by, chewing on my lip as we moved.