The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 13 Section 2

After the four of them did their recon at the hospitals and all met back up at the motel room Sam explained how he had another vision. Since it was new information for John, they were filling him in on everything and he wasn't taking it so well. In fact, the more he heard, the more pissed he got.

Sam sat at the table as he rubbed his temples in pain. Dean and John sat on the end of each bed as Angel stood across from them carefully gauging their fathers reaction.

When John spoke, his voice was flat, "A vision."

"Yes." Sam answered slowly and painfully, "I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling."

"And you think this is going to happen to this woman you met because...?"

"Because these things happen exactly the way I see them."

"It started out as nightmares." Dean explained as he rose and crossed the room to the counter behind Sam to get more coffee, "Then it started happening while he was awake."

"Yeah..." Sam winced, "It's like the closer I get to anything to do with the demon the stronger the visions get."

"There's others like him..." John's eyes snapped to Angel as she started talking, "He's not the only one."

"Alright." His voice raised angrily as he directed that anger to his eldest, "When were you going to tell me about this?"

All three of them turned to look at John, who was glaring heavily at Angel, before Dean shook his head, "We didn't know what it meant."

"Yeah Dad, and-"

John's angry yelling cut her off, "Alright, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me!"

"Are you serious?" Angel's anger instantly peaked as she got up and walked toward John, her brothers watching in shock, "Call you? I did call you! All the freakin time! I mean Sam and I both tried to get ahold of you when Dean was dying, dying, Dad! And you never, not once, picked up our phone calls or called us back! Getting you on the phone is next to winning the lottery, old man."

John studied her sadly as his anger deflated at her words, "You're right..."

"Damn straight." At his glare she cleared her throat, "Sorry, sir."

"I'm not too crazy about this new tone of yours, but you're right... I'm sorry."

"Look guys, visions or no visions, fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight." Sam said, reining them in, "And this family's gonna go through the same hell we went through."

"No they're not." John shook his head with conviction, "No one is... ever again."

When Sam's phone rang he looked down at it before answering, "Hello?"

"Sam?"

Sam stiffened at the familiar voice, "Who is this?"

"Think real hard. It'll come to you."

His face hardened, "Meg." Angel, Dean and John turned to him at that, "Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window."

"Oh yeah, thanks to you. That really hurt my feelings, by the way."

"Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop."

"Let me speak to your Dad."

"My Dad..." Sam looked to John, "I don't know where my Dad is."

"It's time for the grown ups to talk, Sam. Let me speak to him now."