A/N: We have another familiar face coming into the story. One of my favorite characters. Dean is getting closer to finding his brother. Thanks for coming along for the ride. I do like reviews/comments. NC

Chapter 7

The house was quiet except for the tapping of computer keys coming from the dining room. Dean was using Sam's laptop and going over all the notes he had made about possible locations for the Djinn's lair. He looked at the map and then notes and made his own as he searched trying to find more information.

"Dean, you need to eat something," Grant announced as he stepped into the dining room with a tray. He sat it on the table and placed a plate with a sandwich and corn chips next to Dean, along with a drink and a slice of pie. When he didn't get an answer, he continued. "Son, you're not going to do your brother any good if you don't take care of yourself. Did you even go to bed last night? When was the last time you tried to rest?"

Dean slowly looked up at Grant with weary, bloodshot eyes before he wiped his hand down his face and rolled his shoulders to get some of the tension from them.

"There's got to be something here to help me find Sammy," Dean huffed not willing to give up. "Have you heard from your contacts about the security footage yet?"

"Not yet, but I'll give them another call and see what's going on."

"Hopefully that'll te—ll us som-thing…" said Dean trying to suppress a big yawn. He was exhausted and his body was letting him know it. He was running on empty and needed to recharge if he was going to be of any use to Sammy.

"Dean, think of me as a second Bobby since he's not here. You know he would tell you to take a break, eat, get some rest or you're not going to be of any help to your brother. You've left several messages for him to call you as soon as he can. You know he would say this but maybe in more flowery words."

"Yeah," Dean chuckled in a tired voice. "He'd call me an idjit and dumb ass. Alright," Dean gave in. "I'll eat something and go lay down for a few hours. Maybe it'd help me think straight. My mind's so muddled right now, if I found a clue, I probably wouldn't recognize it." He pushed the laptop to the side and pulled the plate and drink to him. After taking several swallows of the cold beverage, Dean picked up half the sandwich and took a small bite. Once he swallowed it, he realized how hungry he was and devoured the rest and drank most of his drink. Dean leaned back and suddenly burped loudly before he could stop himself.

"Excuse me," he mumbled wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You can save the pie for later when Sammy's back. I'm going to go lay down for a couple of hours, but if you get anything wake me up."

"I will Dean, and I know it's no use to tell you not to worry about Sam, that we'll find him, because I know you can't do that." Grant watched Dean shuffle toward the hall to head to his bedroom. He took his dishes and uneaten pie to the kitchen. He wrapped it and put it in the fridge and looked to make sure Dean hadn't come back out before taking his cell and making a quick call.

"Bobby, Grant…I know Dean has called you several times to contact him, but will you call me instead? I finally got him to lay down and rest since he hasn't slept since Sam went missing. I want to give him a few hours at least to rest. He's doing all he can to find his brother but hasn't had much luck. I'm hoping you'll be able to help. That boy won't do well if he doesn't find his brother. I hope to talk to you soon." Grant disconnected the call and laid the cell aside. He quickly washed the dirty dishes before deciding to call his contacts to see if they had retrieved the footage from the security cameras.

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Dean felt like he had aged ten years since Sam had disappeared. He went to the bathroom first and leaned against the counter as he hung his head and drew in some deep breaths. His body felt like it weighed a ton right now. He stepped to the commode and used it before turning on the water to wash his hands and his face. He was too tired to do anything else and headed to the bedroom he was using.

After dropping to the side of the bed, Dean untied the laces on his boots and toed them off. He stood long enough to drop his jeans before crawling between the cool, clean sheets and letting his body deflate. He closed his eyes and tried to get comfortable as he willed his mind to shut down so he could rest.

Bad dreams began to invade Dean's sleep and he tossed and turned restlessly, moaning softly and calling for his brother. His dreams were plagued by monsters, fighting, being lost, frantic searches for his missing brother, and outcomes that he refused to see since he had to believe they would find Sam and he would be okay.

He flopped over onto his stomach with a heavy sigh and started snoring with his mouth hanging open. His dreams reverted to a small dock, and he was sitting in a chair with an ice chest of beer and holding a fishing pole as he looked out across the lake letting a warm breeze blow in his face. He watched a mother duck and ducklings swimming along the edge near the dock quacking softly as she herded her babies.

Dean leaned his head back and closed his eyes and listened to all of nature's sounds that surrounded him. He heard fish splashing in the water, birds crying out, frogs croaking, ducks quacking, branches creaking and rubbing against each other from stronger wind in the top of the trees, and he picked out animals and insects echoing around him. He was in deep sleep now, which he needed to recharge his body and mind.

A foreign noise invaded Dean's dreams and he jerked trying to figure out what it was. He pulled himself from sleep and squinted open his eyes when knocking sounded again at his door before Grant stuck his head in.

"I've got the footage from my contact and knew you'd want to see it," Grant told him.

"How long have I been asleep?" Dean grumbled as he wiped sleep from his eyes.

"Almost four hours."

"You should have woken me sooner."

"Son, you needed the sleep and I'm not sorry I let you have it."

"Give a few minutes…I need a shower…"

"I'll be in the kitchen. I have a fresh pot of coffee made."

Dean let his head fall back onto his pillow as he drew in some slow breaths and stretched his muscles throughout his body. Once he was more awake, Dean got up and went across to the bathroom to use it and started the water in the shower. He shed his clothes and checked the water before stepping under the hot, strong spray. It felt good as the spray hit his face, head, and then body. His first thought was Sam would enjoy this shower since the shower head was taller than most.

Once he was done, Dean grabbed a large towel to dry off and dry his hair before stepping from the tub. He cinched the towel around his hips and went back to the bedroom to put on clean clothes. After he was dressed, Dean headed for the kitchen, craving a cup of coffee.

"At least you look better," Grant commented. "How do you feel?"

"Getting my second wind," Dean replied pouring a mug of coffee and smelling the strong brew before taking a sip.

"I don't want you to get mad at me Dean; I did something while you were asleep."

"What was that?" Dean asked cautiously as he narrowed his eyes.

"I contacted Bobby and asked him to call me so you could get some rest. I talked with him and told him what we know about Sam being taken and suspect it's a Djinn. He can't get away from his hunt for at least another day, but he said there was someone that might could help. A woman named Missouri Mosley; she can give you a locator spell. Bobby said he'd head this way as soon as he could."

"I know Missouri and damn, why didn't I think of her sooner," Dean growled heading for the dining room as he pulled his cell out to make a call. He listened to the ringing on the other end waiting for an answer.

"Hello," a soft, lyrical voice greeted him.

"Missouri, Dean Winchester, it's been a while," Dean replied already feeling a calmness just hearing her voice.

"My lands, Dean Winchester, it has been a long time. You know, I was just thinking about you and that brother of yours. How are you doing?"

"Not good. Sammy's been taken by a Djinn, and I need help finding him."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry child. What can I do?"

"Bobby's on his own hunt and can't get here for another day. He said you might have a locator spell I could use to find him. Can you help?"

"Yes, I can send you a spell to use and I will see if I can contact anyone on the other side to try and contact Sam. If a Djinn took him, he's going to be unconscious so maybe someone can reach out to him."

"Can you email it to me? And anything else you can do will be great." He rattled off his email to Missouri.

"I will find the best one for you to use that has the easiest ingredients that you'll be able to find."

"I'm sure Sam is being held somewhere near the town of Litchfield, Minnesota. People have been taken from the area for several weeks now."

"Alright, that gives me something to work with. Do you have anything of Sam's that you can use? Like hair, toothbrush, something with his DNA."

"I've got his brush, the dude sheds like a sheepdog," Dean chuckled and cut it off as he felt the fear of losing his brother begin to build again.

"I will get that spell to you soon Dean," Missouri told him. "It'll be okay child; you'll get your brother back."

"I have to Missouri; he can't go out like this."

"Keep the faith young man, I know you can do it."

"Thanks Missouri. I'll be waiting for your email."

"I will be quick about it. Goodbye child."

"Bye." Dean replied hanging up and looking up at Grant. "Hopefully this email gives me what I need to find Sammy."

"That sounds good," Grant nodded. "Maybe things are looking up for us. We might be closer to finding Sam now."

"I hope so, but let's not jinx it," Dean huffed sitting back for a moment to digest things. He hoped Missouri wouldn't take too long with the spell and it would put him one step closer to finding his brother. "Now let's see that security footage you have!" said Dean eagerly as he sat down in front of the laptop wanting to stay busy so he wouldn't worry so much.