A/N: Welcome back dear readers for the last story of this trilogy. We pick up after the vision Sam had about another evil threatening the world. Buckle up for the ride and I hope you enjoy. NC

Chapter 1

The mood in the Singer house was somber and subdued, ever since Sam had a vision of a new threat to humanity from yet another demon, one with white eyes this time. None knew his name, only that he wanted to open a Devil's Gate to release demons upon this earth.

The only clues they had were a cemetery somewhere in Wyoming and a time frame of possibly early spring. For the Devil's Gate to be opened, a rumored gun, the Colt, would have to be found. It was made by Samuel Colt back in the 1800's and had passed through many hands, lost and found several times, and lost again.

John Winchester had been searching for the gun since he heard rumors of its existence so he could kill the Demon who killed his wife, Mary. But now that was no longer an issue, since his youngest son killed the Demon, after being kidnapped by him and forced to drink demon blood to awaken the psychic powers within him. Having psychic powers almost torn his family apart, but now they were all working together toward one goal, stopping the white eyed Demon.

Time passed slowly since Sam's vision and the Winchesters and Bobby Singer had been researching graveyards in Wyoming and looking for any information on white eyed demons. They hoped between their research and Ash helping they would get a break soon. John had contacted Ellen to warn her about the possible danger so she could ward the place and be on the lookout for demons.

Christmas and New Year's came and went with little celebration, except for a quiet lunch and watching the game afterwards. None of them could push away the impending danger that hung over their heads to actually enjoy being together during this time.

A winter storm pushed through the northern states just before Christmas and dumped nearly a foot of snow across the land. Bitter cold had frozen the landscape and additional snow feel on New Year's Day. Everything was at a stand still waiting for the thaw that wouldn't come for several weeks.

A second vision hit Sam a few days into the new year, on an afternoon that had light snow falling outside.

"It's okay Sammy, breath," Dean whispered to him as he held him close as Sam's body stiffened and shook.

"What can I do?" John asked feeling useless as he watched his youngest suffer through the vision.

"Get him some Gatorade for the electrolytes and sugar boost, he'll need it afterwards." Dean told him. He gently rocked Sam as they sat on the couch in the living room. "You're doing good bro, just let it come."

"It's fading," Sam moaned painfully feeling his body go limp and let Dean hold him up as he drew in shaky breaths.

"Here son, try to drink something," John said. He offered Sam a bottle of Gatorade with a straw sticking out of it.

Dean held the bottle as Sam sipped on the cold drink, relishing the coldness as it soothed his dry throat. He sighed as the tension left his body and he was able to sit back against the couch with his eyes closed. He knew the others were watching him and waiting for him to say something.

"It was the same vision as before, cemetery, white eyed demon, gate, and it being opened," Sam said before opening his eyes to look at them. "The demon spoke this time, he said this was the first step in his plan to free Lucifer and I saw the guy with the gun better. He's my age, shorter than Dean, brown hair, white. It's definitely spring, I saw flowers starting to bloom that were scattered throughout the cemetery."

"You okay Sammy?" Dean asked as he looked him over for any aftereffects.

"Yeah, it seems easier with each one and I saw more clearer this time," Sam said. He took the drink from Dean and continued to drink it.

"Any idea what he meant by that?" John asked Bobby looking his way. "Opening a Devil's Gate, how could that affect where Lucifer is? Isn't he locked down somewhere in hell?"

"No clue, but I'll see if I can find anything in any of my books," he replied.

"Has Ash found out anything else?" Dean asked.

"No, he thought he had a lead, but it didn't pan out. The only good thing is if it's this hard for us, it's gotta be as hard for the demons. We can only hope to find it first," John told them.

"You wanna rest for a bit Sammy?" Dean asked getting up so Sam could stretch out on the couch. "I was gonna take that old four-wheel drive of Bobby's and see if I can get into town for a supply run."

"I can go with you," John offered. "It'd be good to get out of the house." John didn't like staying in one place for so long, but he had to admit to himself that he enjoyed spending the past few weeks with his sons. It gave him a chance to reconnect with them and to really talk to Sam about these powers he now has. In order to understand them and his son better, he knew he needed to allow Sam to be who he was and accept him like that. Like Sam had told him, these powers can't be taken away from him, so why not learn to use them to help in hunts.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be ready in few minutes. Better dress warm, it's still below freezing out there."

"Plan on it. I'll be ready when you are," John replied. He headed for the stairs to put on long johns. The way the wind was blowing, it would go right through your clothes and chill you to the bone. It didn't take him long to slip them on and was coming back down the stairs when he heard his sons talking.

"Can you get me some yogurt and maybe some ginger ale?" Sam asked from the couch as Dean paced in front of him waiting for their Dad to come back down.

"Already have it on the list," he replied patting his pocket.

"You have a list?" Sam asked in shock. "A written down list?"

"Yeah, why?" Dean asked, confused by Sam's questions.

"You never use a list dude; I've seen you shop. You just pick up what catches your attention. The more colorful the better, no matter what it might be. How I survived childhood is a miracle."

"Bitch!"

"Jerk!"

"Boys!" their father cautioned them. He knew their argument was usually all in fun and what brothers did but sometimes it was hard not to say something.

"C'mon Dad before it gets any later," Dean told him slipping on gloves and watch cap. "Rest Sammy," he ordered before leaving.

John followed Dean outside and pulled the scarf tighter around his neck and up over his face. Both had grabbed sunglasses since the world outside was hidden in a blanket of white that hurt the eyes to look at when the sun glared off the surfaces. The snow had finally let up, but the low temperatures kept the outside uninviting and roads hazardous.

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Sam rested his head on a pillow glad to be alone for a while. Being cooped up with the storm had everyone getting on each other's nerves. He closed his eyes and let his body relax and thought about the talks he had with John. It was so much more than he expected, and he now felt no need to hide his true self from them. They all accepted him, powers and all. He let his mind shut down hoping the last of his headache would go away. The visions were few and far between, but they really took a lot out of him.

Sam was dozing peacefully when a shrill ringing nearby had him squinting and cracking his eyes open trying to find the source. He rolled over and looked toward a chair where John had left his computer bag. He pushed himself up off the couch and opened the bag to find a cell ringing.

"Hello," Sam said.

"Mr. Winchester?" a male voice asked. "John Winchester?"

"No, I'm his son can I help you?"

"I need to speak to John Winchester please."

"He's not here at the moment, should be back shortly, can I take a message?"

"If you would have him call Kemper and Stewart attorney's office when he comes back."

"What is this regarding?" Sam asked as he grabbed a pad and pen.

"It is regarding an inheritance for a Mary Campbell. I believe that was his wife."

"Okay," Sam replied frowning slightly and wondering what inheritance.

"Our number is 800-862-4697 and he can ask for Chris, we're here until five pm."

"I'll have him call, but it may be tomorrow morning."

"That will be fine sir, good day."

Sam hung up the cell and looked at the message for a moment before putting it on the kitchen table under a saltshaker. He went back to the couch to lay back down and pulled a blanket from the back to cover his body. The wind was picking up outside and it beat against the side of the old house. He felt a chill and cuddled under the warm cover. The call was forgotten as he slipped back under the throes of sleep.

It was nearly an hour and a half before Dean slid up the driveway and stopped at the front of the house. The roads had been passable, but they had slid in several places and almost ended up in a ditch once. He had put his Baby in an empty garage bay to keep it out of the storm. They hurried out and grabbed the bags of food before heading inside. Dean's foot hit a slick spot and he danced toward the porch trying to keep his balance and not wipeout. He swore as he waved his arms and tried not to lose the bags he was carrying.

"Nice two step out there, son," John chuckled as he got the door opened for them and let Dean go inside.

"Damn ice," Dean grumbled under his breath. He strolled on through the living room seeing Sam curled up still on the couch with only a portion of his face showing from under the blanket.

"That vision really drained him," John whispered trying to be quiet.

"Yeah, they do. Missouri said it would get better. I hope it does," Dean sighed sitting down his bag so he could remove his heavy coat, gloves, and hat. He stepped to the laundry room and hung the coat up.

"Hey," Sam said. He was standing in the doorway rubbing his eyes and trying to wake up.

"Dude! You gotta let me find some clippers," Dean insisted when he saw Sam's bed head with hair sticking out everywhere. "Five minutes, honestly, only five minutes."

"No," Sam stated giving Dean his best bitch face as he ran his fingers through his hair trying to tame it down.

"Dean leave your brother alone," John said seeing the face Sam shot at him. This had been an ongoing battle since childhood. Sam didn't like his hair being cut and it was a fight or big bribery to have it trimmed. He wondered now was that his way to keep the outside world at bay as he watched Sam yawn again and his hair fall over part of his face.

"There's a message for you Dad," Sam told him pointing to the table.

John picked up the paper and read it twice before looking back at Sam.

"What is it Dad?"

"An attorney's office called about your Mom," he said looking at the clock to see the time. It was still before five, so he headed to Bobby's office to call them back.

"Did they say what they wanted?" Dean asked Sam.

"I don't know, something about an inheritance," Sam mumbled watching John sit down at Bobby's desk.

"Bobby's not back yet?"

"No, I'm sure he's not stopped since this ice storm hit. Deputy Mills has him working with the sheriff's department to answer calls for stranded motorist," Sam replied.

"I'm doing chili for dinner tonight."

"Wanna tone the heat of it down this time?"

"Wimp," Dean accused him.

"I'd like to have a few taste buds that still work if you don't mind."

"Alright, I can always add hot sauce when I eat mine," Dean relented deciding Sam didn't ask for much and would let him have this win.

They both looked toward their father who came back into the room. He had a puzzled look on his face as he took a seat at the table.

"Did you get the attorney?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. It seems some relative on your Mom's Dad's side of family left her some things that are in a storage facility in Iowa. Since I'm her next of kin it's mine. I just need to go by the attorney's office to sign some papers and get the details."

"Wonder what it could be?" Dean asked.

"No idea. I told them when the weather breaks, I'd head that way and see what is there."

"Well, I'm starting dinner, Sammy, you wanna chop some onions for me?"

"Sure," he replied going to the sink to wash his hands.

Dena rummaged in the cabinets finding the frying pan he needed and sat it on the burner. He turned on the old radio at sat on the fridge letting them music fill the air. He got out the ground beef, cans of tomatoes, packet of chili seasoning mix and got to work getting the chili ready to simmer. Sam peeled the onion and chopped it so Dean could add it to the ground beef he was cooking. It wasn't long before enticing aromas filled the kitchen as Dean turned down the burner so the chili could simmer and let the flavors blend.

Sam was still amazed that Dean had learned to cook and could turn out some enticing meals. He munched on an apple as he watched Dean move around the kitchen deciding to make cornbread to go with the chili. He rubbed his head still feeling some pain behind his eyes, but most had gone away with his nap. He tried not to let his worries depress him knowing they were doing all they could to stop this new threat. There wasn't much that could be done now what with the weather working against them. Sam couldn't help but laugh when Dean started singing to a song as he shuffled across the kitchen floor. If only all days could be like this and not having to worry about the next big baddie that threatened humanity, he thought as he joined Dean in the chorus of the song.