Two chapters in a week LETS GOOOOO!

Also, I'm so glad it's not just me who is having issues with FF. On top of not getting any emails or notifications, I also wasn't able to access my reviews! I finally checked this morning and saw that a whole bunch had come in so I thought I'd do some catching up on responses!

deansgirl19467 - Thanks for the suggestion about the app! I'll have to take a look and try it out. I'm trying something new with Dean in this story, sorta similar to the Dean in the episode with the genie and the alternate universe. But of course, he won't be too much of a jerk because I agree with you.

Kathy - I debated for a long time if I wanted John to hug Sam so I'm glad I kept it in!

TwistedDuck - Welcome! Thanks for the belated birthday wish!

LongLiveBRUCAS - Maybe Sam will start to come around soon and let his family help him?

Shazza19 - I'm glad you think the story is moving along! I feel like I have so many ideas and plots planned that this story is jumping around too much so sometimes I get worried it's not connecting or making sense. Hopefully I can get to the point when everything starts to connect muwahahaha.

Well that was fun! I missed doing that!

On with the show!

"Shit, shit, shit!" Sam said, running down the stairs towards the garage. "My shirt's still in the dryer!"

"Take your time," Dean said sarcastically, leaning against the staircase. "It's not like we had to be at the shop ten minutes ago."

Sam scowled at Dean as he ran past him. Poor Sam's alarm clock didn't go off this morning, causing him to sleep in and wake up to a very annoyed Dean standing over his bed. Not a good start for his first day back at work.

"You're still here?" Mary asked, passing through on her way to the kitchen.

Dean pointed at the garage door. "Your other son just ran by in his underwear, so yes, I'm still here."

Mary sighed as Dean rolled his eyes and started chugging his coffee. "Please be nice to him. The doctor gave him some new sleeping pills but I don't think they're working."

Dean scoffed. "Really? Sure didn't look like it this morning," he mumbled.

"I got up at two and his light was still on," Mary confessed. "If he did get sleep, it's not much."

"Well, he better be rested because we have back-to-back bookings on the calendar today."

Sam reappeared in the foyer, frantically trying to button up his polo.

"Oh good, he found his shirt and pants!" Dean continued to tease.

"Mom, where are my shoes?" Sam asked, ignoring his older brother.

"Um, I'm hoping in your closet where they should be?" Mary offered in a tone that came across as for-22-years-I've-been-telling-you-to-put-them-there-so-if-they're-not-there-that's-your-own-damn-fault.

Groaning at the helpful advice from his family, Sam ran back up the stairs to his room. The first day back at work is supposed to be a fresh start and here Sam was, still fucking everything up as usual.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

"Ready!" Sam yelled, running back down the stairs. Dean was already waiting outside by the car.

"About fucking time!"

Dean wasn't kidding when he said the day was going to be packed. It felt like every fifteen minutes someone new was walking in through the door. Dean had everyone working so the guys were constantly flipping out cars. Thankfully, the busy day was enough of a distraction to keep Sam from his thoughts.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked, dropping a set of keys on the counter.

"I'm fine."

"Sorry your first day back is so fucking crazy. If you need to dip out early, I can stand in."

Sam rubbed at his temples. "I'm good. I just need to shake this impending headache."

Dean walked off towards the staff room, returning with a bottle of Tylenol. "Here. I keep it in my locker. Combo is 11-13-05." Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Just because Mom and Dad believe in a stupid lockbox doesn't mean I do. I trust you won't pull any of that stupid shit here, right?"

Sam smirked and took the bottle from his brother. "Thanks." He unscrewed the cap and poured two out, handing the bottle back to Dean.

"Keep it. Maybe you can hide it under your pillow or something. Just don't tell them I'm corrupting you or something."

At least someone's trusting me.

Sam shoved the small bottle into his hoodie pocket.

When Dean dropped Sam off after work, Sam was exhausted. He had never interacted with that many people in his life. Dean had plans with Lisa so he just left him on the curb.

Sam noticed the car wasn't in the driveway like usual. Hoping his parents weren't home so he could be alone for a while, he unlocked the front door and went inside. Sure enough, the house was quiet, filling Sam with so much relief. His head was still pulsing from earlier. Stupid Tylenol. Sam just wanted to take a hot shower and go to bed.

Click!

Boing!

Thunk!

"Ow!" Sam said, his hand reaching up to his forehead. "What the fuck?"

"Hehehe," John chuckled, stepping out from his hiding spot behind the wall leading to the kitchen, holding a Nerf gun.

Rage filled Sam as soon as he saw his father. "What the hell was that for!?"

John shrugged, tossing the Nerf gun onto one of the decorative chairs in the living room. "Found it out in the garage. Must belong to Ben." John continued to talk, not recognizing his son's distress. "Probably a Christmas gift that got left behind."

Sam continued to stand in the entryway, rubbing his forehead. It was like the toy had somehow amplified his pain levels and boy, were they skyrocketing.

"Aw, come on Sam, it's a damn foam bullet," John commented, finally noticing Sam's behavior. "It's not actually going to kill you."

"It's... not... that..." Sam could barely get the words out. He let out a cry and fell onto his knees.

"Sam!" John yelled, crossing over to him and kneeling in front of him. "Sam, talk to me."

"Hurts... A lot..." Sam's vision went blurry. He scrunched his eyelids shut as hard as he could.

John grabbed Sam's head, giving it a quick look over much to Sam's dismay. "I'm not seeing anything. You got another headache?"

Sam gave the smallest nod ever, followed by another cry. Tears were rolling down his face from the pain and Sam felt like he could barely move.

"Samuel, I need you to open your eyes." Samuel. A name only reserved for the serious stuff.

Sam cracked his eyelids open, hardly enough to let any light come through. He started to panic when he was seeing spots. A whimpered "Daddy" escaped from his lips.

"I can't believe it."

"I've been telling you for weeks, Mary, there's nothing going on here." Mary looked up at Bobby, sitting across from her at a table at a coffee shop. "And as much as I want to, I can't keep going on these wild goose chases you keep sending me on."

"Maybe you're right," Mary sighed. "I've been out of this game for almost twenty years. I don't know why I can't accept an answer as simple as murder."

Bobby reached across and grabbed her hand. "I know you loved that girl for Sam, and I wish I could find an answer for you, but everything kept coming up as shit. Even the serial killer angle the media is trying to push is bull."

"Well, I appreciate you trying."

Bobby gave her a small smile. "Of course. You can take the girl out of hunting..."

"...but you can't take the hunting out of the girl."

They clinked their paper coffee cups together and each took a sip.

"You ever consider getting back into it again?"

Mary laughed. "Are you!?" she teased.

Bobby waved her off. "I remember you used to go out when the boys were babies. You would always be worried about leaving them alone with John. Now they're grown."

Mary shook her head. "I just couldn't live with myself if I did bring something back home to harm them." Her cell phone in her purse started to ring. "Excuse me," she said, pulling it out and checking the caller ID. It was John. She answered. "I swear I'll be home s- Wait, what?"

Bobby watched as his friend started to go into panicked Mom mode. "What happened?" he asked, already rising from his chair.

Mary hung up the phone and threw it back in her purse. "John's taking Sam to the hospital."

"I'll drive."

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