AN: Well, here is the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy it. And just so you know ahead of time, I don't go into any detail of what Sam and Dean are doing while away. Because lets face it, if you are reading you already know all about the hunt that takes place, and it doesn't need to be restated here.

DISCLAIMER: I still don't own anything. Though I still wish that I did.

Chapter 5: Sam's a What?

Harry was awakened from his sleep when he heard the front door creak open. He slipped out of his room and snuck down the stairs., sticking to the shadows. He saw a shadow cross in front of the living room window, and tackled him from behind. The man was an even match for Harry, and neither was able to keep an upper hand on the other. Moments later Harry heard Sam say, "Dean? What are you doing here?"

The man beneath Harry smiled, "Looking for a beer. Mind getting your guard dog off me Sammy?"

Harry blushed as he realized exactly how they were situated, and went to stand beside Jess and Hermione, who had just come down the stairs. Dean looked at Harry and smirked, "Got some nice moves there kid. Where's you learn to fight like that?"

Sam gave Deana hard look, and interrupted before Harry could speak. "What are you doing here Dean?"

When Dean returned his gaze to Sam his face was grim. "We need to speak in private."

Harry was glaring daggers at him, but before he could retort, Sam spoke up. "Anything you say to me can be said in front of them."

Harry smiled at the loyalty his best friend was showing, but Dean's next words wiped the smile from his face.

"Dad's been gone a while, and I can't get a hold of him." At Sam's incredulous look he continued. "Dad went on a hunting trip and I haven't heard from him in a few days." Sam paled at this, and Harry glanced between the brothers with the same look on his face that his mother had given Sam three years previous.

While Sam went out to speak with Dean, Harry made coffee for the girls and waited for his friend to return. Five minutes later Sam returned to the kitchen, and took Jess up to their room. Harry walked outside to see Dean leaning against a 1967 Chevy Impala. Dean raised his eyebrows as Harry approached. "He is going with you isn't he?" Harry asked with a snarl. Dean was taken aback at the viciousness in the other mans tone, but he replied with, "Yeah. We'll be back in a few days."

Harry's snarl hadn't gone away and his next words set Dean on edge. "If he misses his interview on Monday, I will personally make sure you never walk again." Dean was shocked at that, but before he could think of something to say Harry turned around and returned to the house, passing Sam with a shaky smile.

Jo was jerked awake when her phone started buzzing. Glancing at the screen she saw that it was Harry calling, and she quickly answered. "What's wrong?" She asked, knowing he would never call this late without a reason.

"Have you heard of any hunters with the last name Winchester?" Harry sounded panicked and Jo couldn't understand what could rattle her normally calm and collected brother.

"Isn't that your friend Sam's last name?" She asked. Her mothers reaction from three years ago returning to her mind.

"Yes, his brother showed up a little while ago and said that their father was on a hunting trip, and Sam just left with him. Can you go search for dad's old journal? See if maybe he mentions any Winchesters." He sounded as if he was begging, and Jo hated how defenseless this situation was making her brother.

"I'll see what I can find and call you back." She tried to sound as reassuring as possible, but when she hung up she knew it hadn't helped. Jo spent the next few hours combing through box after box of her fathers old stuff. She finally found the journal in one of the last boxes left to search, and she returned to her room to begin her search. She flipped through the book until she saw a mention of the name Winchester. Upon closer inspection she saw that the family had suffered a similar tragedy as Harry's birth family. There was a third family listed as well, and Jo recognized the name of them as well. She knew that the second of Harry's three friends was named Granger, and couldn't believe that it was a coincidence that three people that had been attacked by a demon as babies would all end up at the same school. She made a mental note of the information, and continued to peruse the journal. The only other mention she could find was within the final entry. It read that Bill was going on a hunt with a J. Winchester. Jo had a bad feeling that this was the hunt on which her father had been killed, and she was determined to get a straight answer from her mother.

The sound of her daughters approach warned Ellen that something had happened long before Jo arrived at her bedroom. One look at the girls face and she assumed the worst. "Has something happened to Harry?" Worry evident both in her voice and on her face.

"Not exactly. But you need to explain this," Jo said, as she thrust the journal into her mothers hands.

Ellen only had to glance at the page to know what had her daughter so upset. She knew that something must have happened at Stanford to make Harry suspect that Sam was a hunter, and all of the past secrets were about to come to the surface. "Where do you want me to start?" Ellen asked, voice so soft that Jo had to lean closer to here her.

"J. Winchester. That's Sam's dad isn't it?" Her voice shook as she thought of how hurt her brother would be when he learnt that his best friends father had caused their dads death.

Ellen took a deep breath before beginning the tale. "Yes, he is. J. Winchester is also your 'Uncle' John. He and your father met twenty-one years ago when Bill was investigating incidents similar to the one that killed your brothers birth parents. John's wife had died exactly like the Potters when Sam had been six months old. The two of them hunted relentlessly for the demon in an effort to figure out what it had wanted from Harry and Sam. They had finally managed to corner it when the two of you were four. After the trap had been put into place, they waited for the demon. But John reacted too soon and your father was possessed by it. He fought off the demon for as long as he could, demanding that John kill him before the demon could escape. In the that it took for John to comply, the demon escaped and your father was dead."

By the time she had finished, Ellen was in tears. Jo's anger and indignation at being left in the dark for so long melted away upon seeing the state her mother was in, and she sat for a while longer just offering her mother any comfort she could.

By the time Harry's phone rang he was about to burst with nervous energy. He grabbed the phone from his bed, and answered with a hopeful, "Sam?"

"No Harry, it's me., and I have got a lot to tell you." Jo answered. Harry could hear the worry in her voice.

As he listened to his sister recount what she had learned from their mother, so many things that Sam had said and done over the past four years finally began to make sense to him. He could now see through the secrets surrounding his best friends family and his excuses for moving around so much during his childhood. Everything that Sam had left unsaid came to light, and Harry couldn't believe he had been so blind.

The siblings finally hung up after talking for hours, and Harry immediately called Sam's cell. After a couple rings the voicemail kicked in, and Harry sighed, "Sam, it's Harry. We need to talk. I've learned some things from my sister that you need to know." Harry clicked off his phone and started pacing his room. How did you deal with the knowledge that your best friends father was the reason your own was dead? And how was he going to tell Sam without destroying their friendship?

Around seven he went downstairs to make breakfast, and once the aromas were wafting through the house the girls wandered into the kitchen.

Smells wonderful Harry," Hermione said, her nose quivering as she inhaled. Harry could tell that Jess wasn't handling Sam's departure very well. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she didn't appear to have slept.

"He'll be okay Jess. I have a feeling that this isn't the first time this has happened. We just have to trust that the two of them know what they're doing." Harry tried his best to sound reassuring for the girl who was like a sister to him, but his own worry was apparent in his voice. All throughout the day Harry and Hermione tried to get Jess to leave the house and do something, but she insisted on staying at home to wait for Sam to call.

While Jess was in the bath later that day and Hermione was making dinner, Harry tried once again to contact his friend. "Sam, you seriously need to call, " he said once the voicemail answered. "We are all worried about you, and I found out some things from my sister that we need to talk about. If nothing else, at least call Jess. She is freaking out because this is so unlike you. Just be safe, and punch your brother for me for making you do this."

Dinner that night was a quite affair. Both Harry and Jess were wrapped up in their own thoughts, and Hermione was unable to engage either of them in conversation. Though Harry seemed to think everything would be alright, Jess was clearly still wondering if, not when, she would see Sam again. When they finished eating, jess returned to the room she shared with Sam, and Hermione worked with Harry to clean up.

"Sam is going to be okay, isn't he?" She asked in a timid whisper. Harry looked at her and sighed. Not for the first time she wished she could hear his thoughts like she could with everyone else. It had started when she turned twenty-two. The only people immune to her ability were Harry and Sam, and she didn't understand why. Not that she would ever tell them about it. She was afraid they would think she was a freak, and she wasn't willing to lose the only friends she had ever had.

"Let's go for a walk," was the only response she got from Harry. They had been walking for a few minutes before Harry looked over at her, and asked, "Do you believe in demons?" If not for the serious expression on his face she would have thought he was joking with her. "Should I?" she asked.

"Do you remember when you, Sam, and I talked about our families? How we had all lost people when we were infants?" Hermione nodded, but couldn't see how the two thoughts could be connected. "My father made a living hunting and killing supernatural entities. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and occasionally, demons. He kept a journal detailing everything that he ever hunted. There was an entry in there from just before they adopted me. It detailed his investigation into what happened to my birth parents, and along with that there were a couple other families that were investigated, both of whom had been hit before mine. He went to Kansas to talk with the first family, Sam's family, only to discover they were gone. The he went to talk with your family, Hermione. My parents, Sam's mom, and your brother, were all killed by the same being. If my dad ever knew why we were targeted he didn't write it down. I only know all of this because my sister found our dads journal."

They had reached the nearby park by this time and were sitting together on the swings. Hermione's head was spinning. Harry was telling her that the creatures she had only ever believed existed in nightmares and movies were real. She had always felt a connection with Harry and Sam, and now she knew why. They discussed a few other things before making the return journey to their home in silence.

The rest of the evening passed quickly, and when they went to sleep all three of them were restless for their own reasons. By morning they had still had no word from Sam, and Harry and Hermione tried once again to get Jess out of the house. When she refused, the other two decided they would catch an early movie and then grab lunch at a local café. The two spent their day out discussing in further detail what they had talked about the night before. They didn't pay any attention to their movie, and were distracted throughout their meal.

When they returned to the house a few hours later, all of the lights were off, and there was no sign of Jess. Once the door was shut, they heard a scuffle upstairs followed by a blood curdling scream. "Jess!" Harry screamed as he took off up the stairs. He slammed into the door, but it wouldn't budge. "Hermione, help me!" Together the two of them managed to force the door open, and what they saw stopped them cold. Jess was pinned to the ceiling, and a man was standing beneath her. He looked over that them and smiled, his glowing yellow eyes disturbing them more than anything else. "What are you doing here?" Harry demanded of the stranger.

"My, my how you have grown Harry." The man purred. "And my dear Hermione, the two of you are the perfect specimen." The two friends were terrified that this man knew their names, and that their friend was still on the ceiling. Harry snapped out of his reverie first, and charged the man. Faster than he could see the man appeared on the other side of the room. He raised his hand and Hermione was forced into the connected bathroom by an unseen force. The door slammed closed and the dresser slid across the room to bar the door.

"What do you want from us?" demanded Harry. "Why are you here?"

"You are my children, Harry. It is time you discover your true potential." With that Harry was slammed into the window, the glass shattering and slicing his arms and back. The pain was intense, but as time passed it seemed to lessen, and when he looked at his arms the wounds were disappearing before his eyes. "Now that is more like it," the stranger had moved to stand above Harry, staring down at him with a fond expression. "You were made to be special Harry, and I am here to make sure my three favorite children take advantage of that."

Sam had wanted to call his friends, he really had. But he didn't want them to know what was really going on. The weekend had been a bust in his opinion. They hadn't found their father, and Dean was beginning to annoy him with all of his attempts to convince him to return to the life of hunting. The messages Harry had left worried him. He couldn't see what his friend could have learned that was so important, and once he got home he would ask him.

When they pulled up to the house, Sam climbed out of the Impala. "Call me if you find dad. I'll see you later Dean." As he walked up to the door he saw Dean climb out of his car and watch him go. Sam felt relieved to finally be home, and he slowly made his way up the stairs. He heard voices coming from the end of the hall, and he rushed to the room. What he saw would forever be burned into his memory. Harry was lying on the floor below the broken window, there was pounding on the bathroom door, and when he looked up he saw Jess pinned to the ceiling. As he watched, his girlfriend suddenly caught on fire, and he screamed. The next thing her knew Dean was standing beside him, trying to pull him from the room. "Help me move the dresser Sam. Sam, snap out of it and help me." Dean demanded. Harry had pulled himself up and together the three of them pushed the dresser out of the way and Hermione was free from the room. The four of them ran down the stairs and out the front door, and by the time they had reached the street the building was ablaze.

AN: I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you all review to let me know what you think. This chapter clocked in at 2811 words, which is the longest chapter I have written. After this we will be getting into hunts that Harry and Jo go on. Sam and Dean's hunts aren't going to be any different, though eventually they will join Harry and Jo. Until next time, remember, reviews are like crack for a writer.