Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to the CW and Kripke. I own nothing.

AN- As some of you have probably noticed, two of my stories are now gone. I thought you deserved to know why. Those two stories were added to a community a while back. While I'm normally honored that people think enough of my stories to add them to a favorites list of any kind, this community is different. It states the stories in their community are based on the AU series the administrator and a couple of other writers started. Mine are not, nor have they ever been part of that series. I emailed the administrator twice asking(nicely) that my stories be removed. While I was told that they would be, they weren't. I could have just left them up and ignored it, let people believe what they wanted. But after a lot of thought, I decided I just couldn't do that. (especially to The Show which was based on a great memory of my dad.) Just wanted to let you know what was going on.

Oh, and TISSUE WARNING! This one didn't end the way I thought it would.

Previously on Supernatural- John slid into the driver's seat and started the engine. He smiled back at his boys before pulling out of the parking space and heading towards the exit, ready for a night of fun.


John glanced over at the restaurant's doorway for the fifth time in as many minutes. Disappointed at not seeing the now familiar face smiling at him, he sighed. He knew he'd pulled out of the hospital parking lot a few minutes before Janice but he didn't think he'd had that much of a head start. Looking down at his watch, the Winchester patriarch frowned as he mentally figured the time needed to drive the short distance between the hospital and Chucky Cheese . He quickly concluded that the missing duo had had plenty of time to make it. Even if they'd hit every red light on the way they still should have walked in the door several minutes ago. John shook his head. He had a bad feeling about this. Something must have happened that…

"Dad! Dad!" Sammy hollered, running up to the table. "Come play basketball with me, daddy!"

"Dean get tired of playing already?" John inquired with a frown. That didn't sound like his eldest.

"Nuh uh" Sammy replied. "He's playing that shooting game again and I don't wanna play that anymore. It's no fun 'cause I can't hit the bad guys. 'Sides, you don't get tickets on that game and I wanna win tickets so I can get a prize. The basketball game gives lots of tickets. Play basketball with me, daddy. Please?"

Looking down into his youngest boy's excited eyes, John smiled. Climbing out of the booth, he ruffled Sammy's long, chestnut hair. "Lead the way, champ" he told the rambunctious boy. Following the littlest Winchester across the crowded room, John glanced back at the door once more. He hoped his gut feeling was wrong and Janice and Logan got there soon.

At a nearby intersection

Dr. Austin grinned from ear to ear as she surveyed the carnage before her. The back of the patrol car was the perfect vantage point for her to see every part of the multi-car accident. It would be hours before traffic was moving again. And it was all due to her. Knocking the car in front of her into the path of that oncoming semi had been a stroke of genius! Not only had she ensured that the hospital's good name would be dragged through the mud, she had also seen to it that John Winchester's family outing would be minus two people. 'Just wish it had been Winchester I knocked into the intersection.' Dr. Austin thought, eyes momentarily flashing black. The infuriating man had thwarted her plans to get her hands on Azazel's pet project not once but twice. It would have only taken a couple of days alone with the brat before she had him totally under her control. And then the high and mighty Azazel would have been bowing down at her feet instead of the other way around. But that wasn't to be. Winchester had ruined everything. So it was only fair that she ruined his perfect little family set up. She couldn't wait to see the look on the pompous hunter's face when he figured out his girlfriend wasn't coming. And she planned to be right there when he figured it out, too. She just had to stay in this crappy old meat suit a little longer to ensure the hospital's reputation was destroyed and then she'd leave the doctor to the police while she paid a visit to the Winchester household.

At Chucky Cheese

"Again, daddy! Let's play again!" Sammy hollered as he stuffed the wad of tickets into his pants pocket.

John wearily ran a hand across his face. After several games of basketball and skeet ball, he was just plain tired. All he wanted to do right now was sit down and relax. But looking at his son's dimpled grin and bright eyes kept him from doing anything of the sort. His youngest was finally back to his old energizer bunny self and he wasn't about to do anything that might set him back. It had been way too long since he'd seen his youngest this excited. Reaching into his pocket for another token, the Winchester patriarch asked, "Okay, Sammy what game do you want to play now?"

Sammy glanced around the room, studying all the different games before pointing to a video game sitting in a corner. "Let's play that one!" he yelled.

'Finally a place to sit down' John thought, taking in the stools in front of the machine. "Alright buddy, a memory game it is." He said. Grasping his bouncing boy's hand, he started for the comfort of the stools.

"Dad!" Dean hollered as he raced over, stopping in front of his family. "Dad, the pizza's ready! Hurry, I'm starving!"

"Looks like the game with have to wait, Sammy." John stated. "Let's go eat before the pizza gets cold."

"Can't we play the game first? Please?" Sammy begged.

John rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a moment. "Well, I guess that would be okay." He hesitantly agreed. "Dean, you go ahead and start eating. Sammy and I will come eat when we finish playing."

"Cool!" Dean cheered, licking his lips.

"No! Wait!" Sammy cried as he quickly grabbed his brother's arm. There was no way he was leaving Dean alone with their pizza. "I've changed my mind! I wanna eat first!"

"You sure, Sammy?" John asked, fighting the urge to smile.

"Uh huh" the littlest Winchester replied with a shake of his head. Turning to his big brother, he grinned mischievously. "Race ya!" he called over his shoulder.

"You're on twerp!" Dean called back. He had just started to run when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Looking up at his dad's worried face, he frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Have you seen Logan or his mom come in yet?" John questioned.

"No" Dean replied. "But I heard a couple of guys talking over by the ice hockey game. One of them said there was a huge accident at one of the intersections, something about a tractor trailer flipping or something. He said it had all four lanes of traffic blocked."

"That certainly explains things. They must have gotten stuck waiting for the cops to clear the scene." John deduced. "We'll call them when we get to the house. Make sure they made it home safely."

Dean nodded. "Come on, dad! We gotta get to the table before Sammy eats all the pizza!"

Smiling, John followed his eldest son across the restaurant. Relieved that nothing bad had happened to his friends, he was finally able to relax and enjoy the evening with his boys.

Later that night

John unlocked the front door and slowly walked inside the dark house. Adjusting his hold on his youngest, he reached over and flipped on the lights. "Dean, I'm gonna go help your brother take a bath and put him to bed. How about seeing if you can find us a good movie?" he suggested.

"Okay dad" Dean agreed. Plopping down on the couch, he toed off his shoes before snagging the remote off the coffee table. He switched on the TV and started flipping through the channels. He stopped on a news report about the multi car accident. Whistling at the enormous mass of crumpled steel, the preteen thanked his lucky stars they hadn't gotten caught in the ensuing back up. Caught in the car with his brother and father for that long would not have been fun. Shaking his head at the thought, Dean picked up the remote to change the channel. The image that flashed on the screen stopped him in his tracks. "No, it can't be" he whispered, rubbing his tired eyes.

John shuffled into the living room a half hour later to find his oldest boy staring at the television with tears flowing down his cheeks. Hurrying over to the couch, he dropped down beside his crying son and pulled him into his lap. "Dean? Dean, what's the matter, son?" he asked, rubbing the boy's back in comfort.

"The, the, and, n-n-news s-said, she, she…" Dean stammered before burying his face in his dad's shirt.

Wondering what could have upset his son in the short length of time he was alone, John grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV. He sucked in a breath as an image of the accident scene came on; a scene containing a very familiar vehicle. Shaking his head in disbelief, the Winchester patriarch turned up the sound. It couldn't be true, it just couldn't.

'Repeating our top story, a woman and her six year old son were killed tonight when another car pushed them into the intersection in front of a tractor trailer. The resulting accident caused a chain reaction ending in a ten car pile-up. Traffic was backed up for miles in every direct…'

John threw the remote across the room. He couldn't believe it! Janice and Logan were gone! And it was all his fault! That bitch Austin had gone after the two to get back at him! He never should have gotten close to Mrs. Hackett! He knew better! Their lifestyle was just too dangerous. Truthfully, he hadn't meant to start anything with Janice. It had just happened. Not that that mattered now. He had made the mistake and they paid with their lives. Now all that was left was…

"Dad? Dad, what are we gonna tell Sammy?" Dean whispered, swiping a hand across his face.

Startled by his son's voice, John gazed down into worried green eyes. Knowing that Dean needed him to be strong, he pushed his own emotions back and focused on his son. "We tell him that J-Janice and Lo-Logan had to go out of town. Nothing more." He instructed.

"But dad"

"No, buts Dean! Sammy can't handle losing anyone else. He barely made it through Trent's death." John firmly said.

"Sammy's smart, dad. He's gonna wonder why they disappeared so fast and where they went?" Dean pointed out. "What are we gonna tell him?"

"We'll say that, that L-Logan's grandmother got hurt in a fall and that they had to go take care of her." John replied.

"But what if he overhears somebody talking about what happened? Or worse somebody comes up to him to tell him how sorry they are? What are we gonna do then?" Dean worriedly asked.

"We won't have to worry about that, champ. We're going to pack everything up in the morning and head out to Bobby's as soon as we finish at the funeral home." John decided. "I guarantee no one will be talking about the ac-cident at the funeral home."

"Sammy's not gonna want to go." Dean surmised, smothering a yawn.

"He will when he finds out Bobby needs his help training a new pup." John fired back.

"Bobby has a new dog?" Dean questioned.

"He will by the time we get there." John answered. Standing, he threw his son over his shoulder and headed for the hall. "Now come on. We need to try to get a little sleep. You know that brother of yours will be up with the sun."

"Don't think I'll be able to sleep." Dean mumbled, fisting his eyes.

"Me either. But we have to try. We're gonna have to be bright eyed and bushy tailed if we're gonna pull this off." John told his son.

"Bushy tailed?" Dean repeated, snickering. "That's not exactly the way I'd describe you. More like…"

John swiftly covered his son's mouth with his hand. "Ha ha" he grumbled, smiling despite himself. Leave it to his eldest to lighten the mood. He swatted the boy's behind before unceremoniously dumping him on the small, twin bed. Dropping down beside him, the Winchester patriarch reached out and started tickling the preteen. "You're gonna pay for that, boy" he threatened, holding the squirming youngster.

"Bring it on, old man!" Dean fired back through his chuckles. He launched a counter attack using the defensive moves his dad had been teaching him. The two wrestled back and forth until they were both breathless with laughter. Lying on their backs, they closed their eyes and worked on slowing their breathing. The two were asleep in minutes.


Sammy awoke to someone pushing on his shoulder. "Go 'way, 'leepy" he mumbled, snuggling deeper in his blankets.

"Okay, kiddo go ahead and sleep. All the more pancakes for me" Dean said as he turned and headed for the door. 'Three, two, one'

"Wait! I'm up! I'm up!" Sammy hollered, throwing the covers off and jumping out of the bed. Nudging his big brother out of the way, he sprinted out the door and down the hall to the kitchen.

"Works every time" Dean snickered, walking out the bedroom door. By the time he got into the kitchen Sammy was already digging into a plate full of pancakes. Taking a seat beside the younger boy, the preteen snatched the syrup off the table and smothered his pancake stack with it. He then snatched up his fork and started shoving it in.

"Slow down, Dean. We're not in that big a hurry." John admonished as he set his plate down across from his sons.

"Hurry? Are we going somewhere, daddy?" Sammy asked around a mouthful of food.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Sammy." John scolded, handing the youngest Winchester a napkin. "And yes, we're leaving for Uncle Bobby's house this afternoon."

"But, but I don't wanna go! I wanna stay here and play with Logan!" Sammy whined.

"He's not here, buddy. His mom called this morning and said her mother had fallen and broken her leg. They were left last night to go take care of her." John explained.

"That's why they didn't come to Chucky Cheese?" Sammy asked.

"Afraid so, sport" John replied, sliding a couple more pancakes on his youngest boy's plate.

"But I didn't get to say good bye!" Sammy protested.

"It's okay, Sammy. I told L-Logan good bye for you." Dean smoothly fibbed.

"Can't we stay here to they get back?" Sammy innocently asked, turning wide, puppy dog eyes on his father.

Looking anywhere but at his son, John ran a hand across his beard. "Well, I guess we could. Uncle Bobby would be really disappointed but I'm sure he could find someone else to help him train that new pup of his."

"Uncle Bobby has a new puppy?" Sammy excitedly questioned. "Cool! Can we leave right now? I'm ready to go!" Shoving the last piece of pancake into his mouth, he jumped off his chair and raced to the sink.

"Whoa! Slow down, kiddo!" Dean called before taking his last bite of pancake. He walked over to the counter and dumped his dish in the sink and then turned to his little brother. "We've gotta pack and go get supplies first."

"Dean's right, Sammy." John agreed. "We've got a lot to do this morning."

"But daad" Sammy whined. "Uncle Bobby needs me!"

"I know and we'll get there as soon as we can." John assured his youngest. Picking up his empty plate, he walked over to the sink. "Tell you what. Why don't you two wash up the dishes and start packing while I go into town to get supplies. That way we'll finish twice as fast."

"Okay daddy!" Sammy hollered. Grabbing a chair he pushed it over to the counter and climbed on top. "Come on, Dean! Hurry up! I'll wash and you dry."

Dean glared over at his dad as he snatched up the dry towel hanging on the oven handle. "Thanks a lot dad" he sarcastically said.

"Suck it up, Princess" John teased. Taking his keys out of his pocket, he headed for the back door. "Be back later, guys!" he called over his shoulder before walking out the door.

'He is so gonna pay for this.' Dean thought, catching the wet plate his excited little brother had dropped. Wiping the water and suds off the plate, he started planning his revenge. His dad wanted a war, he was gonna get one.


John returned a couple of hours later to find the house clean and their belongings neatly packed and sitting beside the front door. "Boys! I'm back!" he yelled, smiling as the thundering of feet were heard in the hallway. "You two ready to head out?"

"Yes sir" both boys enthusiastically replied.

"Well, get moving. The sooner we get these things in the impala, the sooner we can leave." John told them. Throwing the two biggest duffles over his shoulder, he walked back out the door. He tossed them in the trunk along with the bags the boys brought out and then slammed the lid closed. He then walked around to the driver's side and climbed in. Once the boys we safely tucked into the back seat, the Winchester patriarch started the classic Chevy and pulled out onto the road.

"Are we going to Uncle Bobby's now daddy?" Sammy asked as he excitedly watched out his window.

"Not quite yet, champ" John replied. "We've got a little stop to make first." Pressing down a little harder on the accelerator, he drove through the small town before pulling into the drive of a large, brick building. Shutting off the engine, he turned to look at his boys. "Sammy, do you remember what I told you we're going to do here?"

Sammy shook his head. "We're gonna tell T-Trent good bye." He simply stated as he clutched his stuffed otter to his chest.

"That's right, buddy" John praised. Climbing out of the driver's seat, he walked over and opened the back door. Reaching inside, he scooped his youngest into his arms. Hoping he wasn't making a big mistake, the young father took Dean by the hand and quickly walked over to the building and up the stone steps to the open doors. He went inside and headed to the first room on the left. Ignoring the stares of the handful of other parents, John stepped up to the casket, frowning as his son's hold on him tightened. "It's okay Sammy" he soothed. "Go ahead."

Sammy gazed down at Trent in confusion. He looked like he was sleeping. Hearing his brother's voice, he glanced over at Dean. He watched as his big brother patted Trent's arm and told him goodbye and that he was going to miss him. Wanting to be strong like Dean, Sammy took a deep breath. "H-hey T-Trent" he stammered. "D-daddy said I have to, to say good bye now. I'm s-s-sorry you got h-hurt. I wi-wish you, you…" Swallowing down a sob, the littlest Winchester rested his head on his dad's shoulder before continuing. "L-like my o-otter? Logan's mom got it for me. She got y-you one, too. Logan was gonna give, give it to, to you. But daddy said he had to go away for a while." Looking down at his friend, Sammy smiled sadly. "Here, y-you can have th-this one." He said as he tenderly placed the stuffed toy in his hand.

"You ready to go, Sammy?" John softly asked. Getting a nod, he turned and started to walk away freezing as his son's last words.

Don't worry T-Trent. My mommy will take good care of you." Sammy whispered before burying his face in his father's chest, crying for his lost friend.

Fighting tears of his own, John hurried out of the funeral home and over to his car. Opening the driver's side door, he climbed inside. The Winchester patriarch gently placed his youngest down on the seat beside him, smiling at Dean as he slid in on the other side of his brother. Wrapping an arm around both his sons, John sped out of the parking lot. Needing to get far away fast, he zoomed down the highway heading for the interstate and the road that would take them to Bobby's. With low traffic they could be at the salvage yard in a few days. Of course that was after they made a little stop at a zoo. A trip to see a bunch of rambunctious otters and other cuddly animals was something they all needed.

The End