Summary: Sam and Dean are still at odds right after their father’s death. Nothing seems to be working and soon enough they both just seem to give up with trying. When they go to do a simple salt and burn the initial hunt seems to spiral into more than they ever imagined. Who is killing all these people? Who is this weird new hunter with a fixation on Dean? And how come after they did the initial salt and burn their problems only get worse?
A/N: This is a little something I've been working on for awhile. I hope this will get me back into writing chapter stories for SPN since it's been so long since I did so. I really hope you like it and continue reading it. The banner was made by the awesome moviegeek03 isn't it just...fitting? lol I love it thank you BB.
Sam let the mid morning breeze float through his hair and cool him off. Despite only being 10 AM, it was unnaturally hot in the small truck and it made his long locks stick to his forehead in sweat.
Of course it may also be because Sam had been feeling achy all throughout the night. He had barely gotten any sleep until he had finally dozed off around 4. Thankfully Dean let him sleep in a little.
Sam didn’t really know when Dean made a turn around. Instead of the stoic, drill sergeant that Dean was morphing into he was slowly starting to drift back into his old ways.
Sure he had a long way to go, but it was better than what it was before.
Looking over at Dean out of the corner of his eye, he could also see how Dean appeared more comfortable. Though this old truck didn’t have music he still appeared relaxed.
Maybe this hunt was a good thing after all.
Soon they were breezing past a sign that said ‘Welcome to Yankton."
It was a small little town not that far from Bobby’s. The town was going through some recent renovation to upgrade it when the unfortunate accident happened. They continued on with the project and that’s when the deaths escalated. The town was certainly in a tizzy over it, but thankfully they weren’t in a panic quite yet.
Sam must have drifted off because the truck stopped running and they were now at a small diner.
“Let’s get breakfast first then we can go over the details,” Dean said gruffly, obviously starving.
Sam fondly smiled and opened the creaky truck door. Something was wrong though; the world began to spin, making him dizzy. The dirt ground underneath him seemed to give way and he was falling.
He was caught by strong arms; though he had no doubt they belonged to Dean.
“Whazz…” Sam slurred waiting for the world to stop spinning. Once it was back in focus he saw Dean’s green eyes shine with concern.
“Sammy you ok? You almost took a nose dive, man.”
Shaking his head, he felt a little sick but the world stop spinning at least. “Yeah…m’fine.”
Dean helped him to his feet, his hand still wound tightly around his shirt and hesitant to let go.
“I’m fine.” Sam stated with more authority as he unwound Dean’s hand from his shirt. “I think I just need to eat something.”
Dean looked about ready to argue, however he soon relinquished and just watched Sam like a hawk as they made their way into the diner.
The beefy man pulled up in his ragged old pick up truck behind the Winchester’s.
He watched carefully as the youngest almost fainted and hit the dirt and how the oldest easily caught him; his eyes and voice showed the worry barely contained underneath the surface.
He felt his hand shaking. Looking at his right hand, it was indeed jerking spasmodically.
Grasping his right with his other hand he stilled it and whispered, “Soon…” He looked back at the Winchesters as they made their way into the diner. “Very soon.”
Dean picked a non-descript table in the back of the diner so that they were away from prying eyes and ears while they talked about the hunt.
“My name is Louise and I’ll be your waitress this evening. What would you like, doll?”
Dean grinned that smooth and confident smile that was a definite panty dropper and watched as the young waitress blushed. She couldn’t have been maybe even 25 and her blond hair and big breast were a sure turn on for Dean. “I’ll have the house special with black coffee, sugar.”
The young waitress blushed again and then turned to Sam. “What’ll you have baby?”
He watched Sam with concern as he ordered coffee and nothing else. Finally looking at his brother he noticed how worn down the kid looked. How little sleep he was getting and how little food the kid was eating. How the fuck could I have not noticed this? Sam was running himself into the ground and all I could do was play pity party?
Guilt crept in on him, making him feel shittier than usual. Clearing his throat he tried for a reconciliation of sorts. “Listen Sam…”
Sam bobbed his head up in surprise but his face softened at the look on his brother’s own face. “It’s alright Dean,” Sam assured him softly.
Quirking his lips, Dean smiled and went on stuffing his breakfast down his throat, causing Sam to roll his eyes in disgust.
“Ok we obviously don’t need to do much intel for this; it’s blatantly obvious who is doing this, right?”
Sam nodded his head in agreement and tried to ignore instead of saying something about his brother talking with his mouth full. “Right…it’s obviously Harold Johnson. I mean, Bobby got all the research in the bag so we can salt and burn his body tonight?”
“Yeah,” Dean agreed as he shoveled more eggs into his mouth. “Maybe we can stay here for awhile check out a few bars? We are running a little low on cash.”
Sam took that statement for what it was. Dean just wanted to spend some time with Sam and let loose a little bit. Not that Sam was complaining; his back was starting to ache again which meant he needed his pills.
“I’d like that.”
After that the silence lapsed into a comfortable one. Dean was eating and Sam was sipping his coffee mildly. Suddenly though the hairs on the back of his neck started to stand up; he was getting goose bumps as the air seemed to charge. It felt like someone was watching him. He looked to Dean to see if he noticed it too but all Dean was doing was eating.
Drawing in a quick breath he turned around quickly but no one was there. What the fuck was that?
The beefy man breathed heavily as he clung to the side of the building. Too close…he thought. He almost saw me; that could have been bad. Bad boys get punished. Sneaking a peak inside again he noticed the rigid line of the hunter’s back and had to smirk. He rattled the boy…which really wasn’t his intention but it just added to the sweetness of it all.
He looked past the shaggy haired man’s back and his smile softened at the sight of Dean.
Dean was the perfect embodiment of a hunter. His physique was carved out of stone, and he had that dangerous gleam in his eyes that warned people this man was all business.
Seeing the way Dean had easily caught his bigger brother earlier was a testament to that.
His eyes darkened as he thought of Sam. Sam didn’t even thank Dean for catching his sorry ass. He just took for granted what Dean easily gave him, which was love. He wouldn’t take Dean’s love for granted. He would cherish it and remember it and always think about it. Sam was a very bad boy and as the saying goes bad boys have to be punished.
He smiled and slinked off to his truck.
Once they were finished eating, they booked a room at a small motel. Sam was still feeling wound up after that weird encounter. Was it even an encounter? Was he losing his mind? Shaking his head of the burdening thoughts he read through what Bobby pulled up again and was confident Harold Johnson was their guy.
Harold took a swan dive off some 50-foot scaffolding when he tripped over his equipment. He really should have been wearing a harness but with it being a small town and basically no money to fork out, the safety department basically turned a blind eye. It essentially was their first mistake. Their second being that they continued on with the project without using harnesses again.
That’s when the deaths started to occur. Men would mysteriously fall off scaffolding from not only 50 feet but also smaller heights such as 10 feet. So far there had been 2 deaths and numerous injuries from these so-called accidents. It was time they brought Harold into the light.
Rubbing his head a little he closed his eyes when he felt a sharp pain slice across his skull. Oh God…Sam moaned to himself. Not another migraine…not in front of Dean.
Sam spared a glance at his sibling and saw Dean was completely engrossed in watching TV and kicking back with his beer. Maybe he won’t notice? Sam thought but that was completely wishful thinking because even if they were at odds Dean had that weird sense to tell when something was wrong, not to mention Dean’s keen bullshit detector.
So when Dean saw Sam rub at his head for the tenth time he asked him about it. Sam being Sam said he was fine and Dean called bullshit, which got Sam to drop the act in an instant.
“So…” Dean started, feeling awkward. He knew what he wanted to ask, which was if the migraine was related to a vision? The demon? Or was it a run of the mill migraine?
Sam spoke softly, obviously already knowing what Dean wanted to know. “It’s not a vision or related to the demon it’s just a migraine.”
Dean blew out a sigh of relief. “Do you have any medication? From the last time the doctor prescribed you some I mean? Or do I have to go pick up some Tylenol?”
Dean shook his head smiling; that was an obvious no. “Alright, I want you to lay down, ok? I’ll come back with some Tylenol and Gatorade just in case you get sick. Do you want some soup too?”
Sam had to blink tears back at how nice Dean was being. Maybe Dean and him were getting into the groove of things? Sam winced as his head pounded again warning him to just shut the fuck up and rest.
After that things got a little blurry. He didn’t really remember making it to the bed or how his jeans magically disappeared. For some reason he just knew it was Dean. It made him feel warm inside.
Snuggling into the pillow, he smiled as a cold washcloth was set over his eyes.
After that he heard what sounded like Dean grabbing his key and wallet before quietly closing the door.
Yawning he thought to himself, I’m glad we took this hunt.
Dean cursed to himself as he noticed how long the line was. God damn! How many people need to grocery shop on a Wednesday? Even the 20 items or less aisles were crammed packed and all Dean really had was some Tylenol, couple cans of soup and some bottles of Gatorade. He wanted to get back to Sam fast; he almost itched to be there. His big brothers instincts were on high alert and he couldn’t help but feel as if Sam wasn’t telling him something; something really important.
Checking his watch again, he cursed and gave a quick immature stamp of his foot.
“Hey, I’m open on aisle three if you want to go there.”
Dean turned around and was met with a beautiful red head. She was exotic looking with had plump red lips that looked moist and juicy, almost begging for Dean to go and kiss them. Her legs seemed to go on forever as she almost towered over Dean in height. She was giving Dean a suggestive look, so he grinned and followed her to aisle three.
Laying his stuff on the belt, he smiled up at her as he leaned on the counter. “So have you done this long?” Dean asked sarcastically.
The girl laughed as she rang up his purchases. “Surprisingly yes I have; it’ll be my third year in two weeks.”
Dean whistled and squinted to read her name tag. Maria…Dean thought suggestively.
He was surprised when Maria told him she was done ringing up his purchases.
“What’s a healthy guy like you buying all the stuff in the sick person’s hand guide?”
Dean laughed as he reached for his wallet. “It’s not for me…it’s for my little brother. He isn’t feeling well.” Dean knew after that statement the girl was reeled in. Her eyes softened and he could see that she was just enamored with the idea of Dean taking care of his little brother.
“Hold on a minute.” She rummaged around underneath the counter until she produced a lollipop. “Here, it’s the best remedy for the sick and tell him I hope he feels better.”
Dean grinned and took the lollipop out of her hands. “I will and thank you Maria.”
She blushed and handed Dean his receipt after he paid for his stuff. He grabbed the bag and winked back at her and was off smiling to himself when he noticed the phone number scrawled below.
Kendall Byrd watched Dean walk to his car his eyes though weren’t really trained on Dean; they were trained on the lady in the store.How dare that bitch try to spend time with Dean? Dean was his and his alone. Only he could spend time with Dean. In fact Dean should be buying him that stuff for when he got sick.
He pouted for a little while until a thought struck him. He would just have to get close is all, and once Dean saw what an awesome person he was he’d ditch Sam and make him his little brother.Grinning maniacally he muttered to himself. “Yes…soon Dean very soon.”
He put his truck into gear and pulled out with his plan in mind.