A/N: I HAVE AN UPDATE! OH YES I DO ITS FOR REAL THIS TIME BITCHES! I don't know why it wouldn't be real though...nevermind i guess I just wanted to say that. HELLO! I'M STILL ALIVE! Sorry, there was much confusion in writing this chapter and making sure there were no grammatical mistakes (sorry about that Chickie). Anyway, this chapter is done! Chapter 5...is not! I got distracted by books and SUMMMMERRRRRRR. So here's this chapter!

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Chapter 4

There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.

-Willa Cather

"Explain to me again why we left him?" Sam asked Dean, wiping the blood from his hands with a paper napkin.

"If he's still unconscious when the police show up, which they will, he'll be taken into custody. That girl was filming the whole thing, so he's thoroughly screwed there. If he wakes up and runs away, he may forget the phone. Better yet, he may not have even seen her filming. What a surprise that'd be." Dean chuckled, keeping his hands on the steering wheel, intentionally smearing the blood. "Anyway, if he does somehow manage to remember the phone, he'll be running from the police. Either way he's screwed."

"And then Sam will come running to help." Sam smiled.

"If he hasn't already." Dean nodded. "And of course, Dean will be with him; they're inseparable. It's pitiful. Anyway, after that we just have to put our plan into action. "

Sam smiled smugly. "I'm going to enjoy every second of this."

John waited a few minutes before coming out from under the small bridge, which was probably a bad idea in the long run, but he took the luxury of the peace and quiet to clear his head. After that, he ran through the trees, avoiding the person's house he was apparently behind, and made it to a two lane road. He pretended he was out on a jog, tying his jacket around his waist and pulling out his earbuds that he had conveniently left in his inside pocket. He stuck one in his ear, but didn't plug them into his phone, just to be sure he could hear everything. A few minutes of exceedingly slow jogging later, a rusty blue pickup truck pulled up beside him. He continued to jog slowly, and turned his head.

"Do you need a ride?" Sam asked, sticking his arm out the window and resting his elbow on the door frame.

"Yeah, I'd really appreciate that. Thanks! Haven't been in shape recently..." John said, quickly hopping into the backseat. As soon as the door was closed, Dean stepped on the gas.

"Woah, Dean, chill. You're just gonna draw more attention to us." Sam said, looking at Dean's hands gripping the steering wheel.

"Do you realize if this goes south, we are not getting out of this." Dean replied, looking back at John in the rear view mirror. "And it'll be your fault."

"Excuse me? I'm not the one who's got a clone rampaging across the country! How is this my problem?" John exclaimed.

"Alright!" Sam shouted. "Let's not point fingers. This is what they want us to do, get distracted and lose our focus. We can't let that happen. Any of us."

Dean fell silent, looking angrily at the road and clenching his jaw. "If Cas was here this wouldn't be a problem."

John's head shot up. "Cas?!" Dean glanced into the rearview mirror. "As in Castiel?"

Sam turned to John, confusion played across his face. "You know Cas?"

"Yeah, angel boy? Black hair, blue eyes, tall as hell?"

Dean furrowed his brow. "He's not that tall."

John snorted. "Oh, yes of course. How foolish of me. He must look different to you."

"John, how do you know Cas?" Sam asked.

"It's a long story." John sighed.

"We've got all day." Sam replied.

John ran his hand over his mouth. "Where to begin? Well...lets start from when I ran away that first night we met."

Then.

"John." Castiel approached him one night, months after he had arrived in Afghanistan. They had grown extremely close over the days, and John had begun to trust Castiel more than he could've ever trusted anyone.

"Yup?" John said through a mouth of stew, looking up at Cas. His face was accented by the flickering flames in front of him. Cas sat down next to him, folding his hands.

"I have to leave."

John looked up, slowly placing the bowl down. "What does that mean?"

"I'm being reassigned."

"I thought you were just using the military as a facade, you don't actually have to-" Cas cut John off.

"Not by the military." Cas sighed, looking into the fire for a second. "I need a new vessel, John. This one...he's strong, but I'm afraid if I stay in him any longer, he'll perish. It's not his time yet, John. His destiny is written in the stars."

John swallowed a lump of meat, hard. "So where are you going?"

"There's a human, who, um, is in the same kind of predicament you once were. Worse, actually. And God saw fit that since I have watched over you...that I should be the one to raise him up."

John tried to grasp what was going on. "And you're going to possess him?"

Cas looked alarmed. "No. If I dared possess him, the consequences would be devastating. He is reserved for another."

John wanted to press on, but Cas didn't seem to want to talk more about it. "So will your vessel remember...all of this?"

Cas shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. He may some day break the barrier and remember what has transpired here, but for now it is in his best interest to forget."

"So anyone who ever knew what happened to me, what happened back then, they'll be gone?"

Cas was silent. "I'm sorry, John."

John stood up, raggedly pinching his nose. "What am I supposed to do, Cas?" He shouted angrily.

"I'm sorry, John, but I have my orders."

"Did you ever think, that maybe just once, the orders aren't the most important thing?!" John exclaimed.

Cas had no response to that. "I leave at dawn." He finally said, standing up. "Goodbye, John. I hope we should see each other again." Cas hesitantly moved his hand out to shake John's.

John shook it after a moment. "Me too."

Now.

John talked for a half an hour, maybe even more. He lost track of time, and the more he talked, the easier it got. Until he got to Sherlock.

"Do you know why he…?" Sam asked, seeing John falter.

John shook his head. "It's what we do; well really just him. Consulting detective. Wicked smart, he was, but cold as a rock." John laughed. "Any who, being that smart makes enemies. And add being a cocky arrogant fool to the list...he got in a personal battle with the most dangerous criminal you will ever meet."

Dean snorted.

"Human, anyway." John corrected. "They played a dangerous game...we all did. And Sherlock...Sherlock lost." It was the first time John had admitted it, truly and fully believing it.

"When was this?" Sam asked.

John cleared his throat. "A week ago, maybe two? After the first couple drinks a day it all kind of...blurs together."

Dean looked back at John for a second, a look of understanding on his face.

Sam thought for a second. "That would correlate with Cas…"

"What happened to Cas? Where is he?" John asked, although he already knew deep inside.

Dean took over. "He, um...he made some mistakes. Granted, really, really bad mistakes, but mistakes all the same. I know he regretted them in the end, but it didn't matter. Thing 1 and 2 you met, they're called leviathans. They," Dean coughed, and John pitied him, "they were in his body, hiding and waiting until they could come out and-"

"-destroy him." Sam finished.

Dean looked at Sam, looking half annoyed that he stole the spotlight and half happy that he didn't have to say those fateful words. "They tore him apart from the inside out, and used him to enter this world."

"They're like nothing I've ever seen." John agreed. "Do you have anything that can kill them?"

Sam marveled at how well John had acclimated to the hunter life, and wondered how Cas had known to teach him that. Who knows how long he's been keeping this vessel game up. Somewhere along the line he must've learned a few things. But then why did he not tell us? "Not yet." He replied. "But we have someone working on it."

Dean fiddled with the radio, tuning it until he found the news station. "Let's find out how bad it is."

They listened for a few minutes, and sure enough, a voice came on bearing the bad news.

"And if you haven't heard already, the Maryland and Virginia State police along with the FBI have been placed on high alert due to another violent attack. A public transportation bus full of pedestrians was gunned down merely an hour ago, totaling eleven deaths in all. Responding officers and witnesses reported a man fleeing from the scene, wearing a leather jacket and jeans." John sucked in a deep breath, and Sam sighed. The man continued. "Sketch artists have been unable to derive an accurate drawing, however, and the figure remains unknown." John let out his breath, sending a quick thanks to whoever was watching over him. "More disturbingly, the three surviving witnesses report two men confronting the unknown man, who are suspected to be Sam and Dean Winchester. This would be the third attack occurring within the week, but no footage of the incident has emerged, so it cannot be confirmed. If so, this brother duo will be sky rocketing to Number One on the FBI's Most Wanted list within record time. Citizens are strongly advised to be on the watch..." John stopped paying attention after that.

Dean looked slightly confused. "No footage? And live witnesses? That's a change in pattern."

"Like travelling across the country wasn't?" Sam replied, a bit moodily. Dean turned his lips down, contemplating the truth in what Sam had said.

"There is footage..." John said hesitantly.

Sam turned around. "You have it?!"

John pulled the girl's mobile out of his pocket. "Snatched it as I was running out."

"Well don't tell the whole damn world!" Dean answered sarcastically.

"Why did you grab the footage?" Sam asked, turning around as Dean slowed down and reached a small building on the side of the abandoned road. They hadn't seen more than five cars in the last ten minutes, so Dean decided to pull over. "I mean, now they don't know it was our meat sacks, and that's great, but that couldn't have been your only motivation. You could've gotten arrested by waiting that long."

John shook his head. "I don't know; just instinct I guess." He couldn't tell them, not yet. John didn't completely trust them, more really just Dean. He would get Sam alone, later.

Neither of the boys looked convinced, but they didn't press John further, seeing as they had pulled up to the abandoned building. Dean cut the engine and opened the truck door, and Sam and John got out as well. "We can't stay here long. Just long enough to recuperate, get a plan together." Dean said. He looked at Sam. "We'll make a call to Bobby, see if he's had any luck with our friend downstairs."

Sam nodded.

Dean grabbed his bag and walked into the building. Sam grabbed his as well and went to follow Dean. "Sam?" John asked. Sam turned around, and Dean threw a look over his shoulder. "Can I have a word?"

Sam nodded, after looking back at Dean for a single second. Dean walked into the warehouse and Sam walked up to John. "What's up?"

John paused for a second, finding it difficult to form his question. "Um, do you still...you know..." John made an awkward motion with his hands, pointing them at his head.

Sam gave him a weird look. "Your, um, powers. Do you...?" John continued.

Sam crinkled his forehead and frowned. "Am I still psychic?"

John nodded.

Sam's eyes filled with worry and he pursed his lips, shifting his feet. "No, I haven't been for a while now. There was other...stuff, but it's all taken care of."

John's stomach dropped like a stone, but he swallowed and kept his emotions down. "Good, good." He nodded, walking towards where Dean had entered the building.

"John." Sam called after him, but John continued walking. "John?!"

John sighed and stopped, keeping his body turned away from Sam. He took a deep breath and turned to face Sam. "Yes?"

"You still have them, don't you? Your powers?"

John pursed his lips and looked at the ground. After making a quick decision, he looked back up. "No, I just-I haven't seen you in a while, and I didn't know if Azazel...forget about it."

Sam narrowed his eyes for half a second, but then nodded. "Azazel's dead. You've got nothing to worry about." Sam gave him a small smile, then walked into the building. John looked at him, a smug look on his face. He hadn't convinced Sam, but he'd given himself some time to figure out how to break it to him.

The building was a small warehouse, relatively new, with long tables running the length. It looked like it had only been abandoned a week ago, because there was hardly any dust on any of the surfaces. There was an old tv resting on a side table, with a large old fashioned computer and keyboard. There was even still a Biggerson's (whatever fast food chain that was) cup left deserted next to the screen. Sam parked himself at the table, unpacking his laptop and pushing the cup onto the floor with disgust. Dean had already set his bag on one of the large tables, and complained when Sam knocked the cup over. Sam gave him a look, and Dean shut up, a tight-lipped grin on his face.

As Dean talked on the phone with this Bobby person and Sam listened in, John's phone rang. Dean and Sam gave him a quick glance as John looked down. When John saw who it was, he cursed and shook his head, sighed, then answered it.

"Mycroft."

"Hello, John." Mycroft replied, his tone light and brisk.

"What's going-"

"John, I don't have any time for those kinds of shenanigans, just tell me where you are so I can fix this mess."

John rubbed his nose and exhaled, annoyed with Mycroft for being so nosy. "Lestrade gave me away, didn't he?"

"There's no one to blame here but yourself, John." Mycroft said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. John grunted softly in acknowledgement. "Now, tell me what's happening."

Dean and Sam hung up, and looked at John. "Who is it?" Dean asked.

Apparently he had spoken too loudly. "Please do not tell me that was a Winchester." Mycroft pleaded.

"What was that?" John fake shouted into the phone, rubbing his feet against the gravel floor of the warehouse and holding the phone near his feet. "You're breaking up!"

"John." Mycroft said. "John! Don't hang up on me! Jo-"

John hung up.

Sam gave him a weird look, repeating Dean's question. "Who was that?"

"Bastard from back home, don't worry about it. What did...Bobby say?" John replied, sticking his phone back in his pocket.

"Well, we've got something that'll hurt them at least." Dean said. "Borax. We're gonna desperate housewife these mothers."

John laughed. "Seriously?"

"Other than decapitation that's all we've got that can even hurt them." Sam shrugged.

That hit John hard. Nothing else? And that won't even kill them? ... Then how was I able to hurt them?

John must have been staring off into space for a while, because suddenly Dean was centimeters away from his face and snapping his fingers. "Earth to John, is anyone home?"

John blinked. "Sorry."

"What's going on up there?" Dean asked.

"Nothing." John stood up, walking away from the brothers.

Dean gave Sam a look, so as to say, 'Do something!' and Sam raised his eyebrows back at Dean. 'Like what?' He mouthed.

Dean motioned openly, and Sam sighed. "John, look, if you don't tell us what's going on, we can't help you." John stopped. "We're all stuck in this boat now, so that means we have to work together. We're gonna need all the help we can get to kill these sons of bitches."

There was silence for a minute as John thought about what Sam had said. "Dammit." He cursed softly, then turned around, his eyes soft. He pulled out the girl's phone and stared at it.

Sam leaned forward and looked at John. He played with it in his hands for a minute, his lips pursed. Then, after thinking it through, John nodded slowly and quickly handed the mobile to Sam.

Sam took it, and fiddled around with the small device until he found the video. He was just about to play it when Dean's phone rang. Dean sighed and picked it up, turning it on speaker phone. "Bobby?"

"Do you fellas have a television? You need to see this." Bobby sounded dry and run thin.

Sam looked at the old TV set and shrugged. Dean somehow got the power to the building running (they must not have disconnected the line yet) and the screen slowly flickered to life. "What channel?"

"Which one do you think, idjit?" Bobby replied sarcastically.

John snorted, and Sam cocked his head, muttering under his breath, "National News it is." As the image slowly came into focus, John's heart skipped a beat.

The little girl whose mobile John had grabbed was shown being strapped into a stretcher and rushed into a helicopter. A voice over played as the footage looped. "We had finished examining the scene and were starting to...um...clear the scene, and she just woke up. We all thought she was dead, and she sure as hell looked like it." The image changed to a woman sitting tensely behind a huge desk, her arm propped up on its flat surface. "A responding officer reported that as twelve-year old Marissa Landauer was rushed to the hospital, she was able to speak a few words, the most outstanding: 'The man with the purple and red eyes-the man took my phone. He didn't mean for it to happen.' Marissa wasn't able to give any more information before she fell unconscious. Police are awaiting her recovery so as to learn more about the tragic events that occurred inside bus A12, but one thing's for certain; this mysterious man is no doubt our unknown escapee. More to come after the break."

John was completely silent. She's alive. She's alive.

Sam looked at the phone in his hands. "This is it, isn't it?"

John nodded, staring at the mobile.

Dean stood up. "Send the video to your phone." Sam did so, confirmed that the message had sent, and reluctantly passed the phone to Dean. Dean took it, looked at it for a second, shrugged, then violently threw it against the wall in a burst of strength. It shattered, electronic bits flying all around, causing Sam to cover his head. John didn't move, just stared at the shattered pieces laying on the ground.

"Dean?" Bobby's voice can through the speaker, and Dean picked up the phone.

"We are so screwed."

A/N: That's all I've got for now guys. I will try and finish Chapter 5 soon! In the mean time, please Read & Review! Spread the story! Don't let your dreams be dreams! JUST DO IT!