Sins of the Father

Part 1

Sins of the Father

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I wrote this awhile back but never got to finish it due to work getting in the way. Running a magazine got to be a bit much in the last few years but I found this story and decided to rewrite it a bit and finish it. I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it. I need to finish it I was so close. Thank you for your support!

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Looking back now, Sam wondered if Dean always knew there was something not right with him. The night Jessica died how had Dean known that he was in trouble? They had said their goodbyes and Dean left only to return soon after to save him. How had he known? How did he always know? Their father said it had always been that way between them. Since he was a baby Dean was the one who knew exactly what to do to calm him down. He always said that Dean knew what Sam wanted and needed without even talking, that they had their own language. Sam always was the center of Dean's universe, as was Dean to Sam's. Dean always put it off to the big brother protector thing. Sam was now starting to think different.

Sam woke up heavily covered in sweat from head to toe. He looked over at Dean's bed but he was already awake and gone from the hotel room. The cock on the nightstand read 7 a.m. which meant he was probably out getting coffee and breakfast. Grabbing some clothes out of his bag he headed for the shower and thought about the nightmare he had just had.

Although he wasn't so sure it was a nightmare at this point. Could it have been a vision? He had hoped to hell not. He ran it over and over in his mind to figure it out. It was demon he was sure of it. It was there talking to Sam those piercing yellow eyes. But this time it wasn't about Sam it was about Dean. Could it be true? The demon has not only wanted Sam but Dean too. "Why" asked Sam. "What could he possibly have to offer you?"

The Demon looked up at him his eyes penetrating. "You are special to me Sam, you both are very special to me"

He stood there confused something the Demon seemed to enjoy. "I don't understand."

"Your father made sure you wouldn't" the Demon replied simply. Sam looked at him quizzically. "Sam you finally realized you had powers not too long ago, now but Dean has been special to me since he was a child."

Sam slowly started to understand what the Demon was getting at and it scared the hell out of him. "Are you saying that Dean has abilities too? "

The demon stared at Sam for a minute before continuing. "Yes, it was a surprise to me that I did not sense them at birth. That is until you were born. I sensed you the minute you were born Sam but I also sensed something else not as strong but it was there." Sam thought of Dean. "Yes, Sam, Dean". The Demon said reading Sam's thoughts.

"He can't. He doesn't." Sam said. "He would have told me. He always freaks out about mine."

"This is where it gets interesting." The Demon stated toying with Sam a little longer. Baiting him. "Your father made sure that Dean would never remember what he had done."

"Done?" Sam retorted. "What is it my brother has supposedly done and how does my father fit into all of this?"

"Why, your big brother aided me in the death of your mother." The demon replied with a big smile on his face.

Sam's mind reeled with anger. "You're a liar you son of a bitch! My Brother would have never done anything like that! He was only a child." Sam yelled.

The Demon seemed to relish in the fact of causing the younger Winchester's uncomfortableness. He continued. "Who do you think called to me Sam? Dean and I were together long before that night." The Demon came over to Sam and got into his face. "Do you realize how rare it is to find 2 siblings that are as special as you and Dean?" It has been over a thousand years and none have ever survived to reach their adolescence. That is until you two."

"Do you seriously think I am going to believe any of this crap." Sam spat.

The Demon just laughed. "Let me show you." And with that the Demon grabbed Sam's head. He grunted from the pain as the flashes shot through his mind. Dean calling to the Demon, playing games with it and finally Dean taking the Demon to Sam's room that night, the night that changed their lives forever. It was then that Sam had awakened.

The hot shower running over his stiff aching muscles felt good. The Demon had to be playing with him. Trying to trick him Sam thought as turned it off and got ready. Deep down there was this nagging feeling he just couldn't shake. He heard the door open just as he was coming out of the bathroom.
"Morning sunshine." Dean said smiling. "I brought breakfast." He handed Sam a coffee and a bagel. Staring at Sam for a moment noting the circles under Sam's eyes and how tensed he seemed. He asked. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah", Sam lied. "Just tired."

Dean looked at him knowing it was a lie but decided not to pursue it at the moment. Instead he picked up the newspaper and started to look through it hopefully for their next job. He was climbing the walls lately. There was no sign of their father and they had not found anything to hunt for 2 weeks now. Which he found to be rather unusual. Looking up he noticed Sam staring at him. "What?" He asked.

Sam realized what he was doing and looked away quickly. "Nothing" he mumbled. "Um, have you found anything yet?"

"No, I just started looking." Dean said "Don't you find it weird that there is absolutely nothing going on lately?"

Sam was thankful for the change in subject. "I don't know Dean maybe even evil needs a holiday once in awhile."

"I don't know. I feel like something is up and if it blows, when it blows it is going to blow big time."

"Why don't we worry about what is or isn't going to happen when the time comes ok."

"Yeah whatever." Was all the reply Sam got and Dean's nose was back in the paper.

Sam found himself staring again, trying to figure out how to approach the subject of his dream.

Dean of course beat him to the punch. "Sammy if you do not stop staring at me and tell me what's wrong, I'm going to reach across the table and smack you."

Sam took a deep breath and asked, "Dean how do you always know?"

"Know what?" Dean questioned interrupting.

"Know when there is something wrong with me?"

"Because I'm your big brother and it's my job". Dean said putting down the paper and wondering where this conversation was heading. "Why?"

"Just wondering I guess." Sam lied again.

"No, Sam you weren't just wondering. You have been staring at me like I have 2 heads since I came through that door and I think I know why." Dean said his patience starting to wear thin. He really hated it when his brother held back and did not feel like playing this game today.

Sam looked at him and had to ask, he needed to know. He needed to see if his hunch was correct. "What do you think is wrong with me Dean?"

Dean looked at him finally understanding and simply said, "You had a vision last night didn't you? Spill it Sammy what is going to happen to me now and what are we going to do to stop it?"

Sam nervously laughed. " First off it's Sam and second nothing is going to happen to you?"

"Then what?" Dean asked anxiously.

Sam looked at him not sure where to begin and sighed. "I'm not so sure it was a vision Dean it might have been a nightmare."

Dean nodded patiently. "Ok then what happened in this nightmare, Sam?"

"I had a visit from the Demon." Sam said.

' What! Did I hear you correctly? You said you had a visit from the demon. Old Yellow Eyes himself and you think this was a nightmare! Damn it Sam what the hell is wrong with you? Has he found us? What did it say?" Dean asked on the verge of yelling.
He remembered his last encounter with the Demon that almost cost him his life. Dean subconsciously rubbed his chest, a movement not lost on Sam.

He knew Dean had not given himself proper time to heal. He was more tired lately and when he did not think Sam was watching he would wince holding his chest. He decided not tell Dean the whole truth until he could figure it out himself. So he did the one thing he knew would make Dean dropped the conversation fast. He tried to have a chick flick moment. "No, not like that, just a nightmare that's all. Dean I almost lost you and I'm sorry if you cannot understand that it still gets to me. I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

Dean looked at him for a moment, "Sorry Sam, hey but the good news is you're still stuck with me." He laughed trying to avoid the conversation Sam has been trying to have with him since he was in the hospital.

Sam laughed and decided to change the subject. "So, where to now?" Before Dean had a chance to answer Sam's phone rang.. They looked at each other not recognizing the number. Sam answered. "Hello." He instantly recognized the voice at the other end.

"Hello, Sam Winchester I have not heard from you in awhile boy."

Sam laughed. "Hi, Missouri. How are you?" Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Good Sam, I need your help. How long will it take you two to get here?"

"Why?" Sam asked. "What's wrong?" Dean raised his eyebrows again at Sam. After listening to Missouri's brief explanation Sam told her they could be there by morning and hung up. He looked at Dean who had a troubled look on his face at the thought of going home and said, "Well, we know where our next gig is."

"What did she want Sam?" Dean asked with a lump in his throat. He thought he was done there. He had no intentions of ever going back there ever.

"She refused to get into it over the phone." Sam replied quickly. "But it's big."

TBC

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