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Mind Numbing 2/12

Title: Mind Numbing
Summary: "It's scary how your own mind doesn't even agree with your actions anymore." Gordon didn't know right from wrong these days. All he knew was the 'voice' telling him Sam Winchester must die. Set Season 2. Crazy Gordon/Limp Sam/Protective Dean

"You ok Sammy?" Dean asked looking over at his brother for about the fifth time that night. Their meeting with Gordon none too far off. It scared the living hell out of him but he shook it off. Obviously Sam was having a harder time letting things go, it was always like this when they were younger, Sam would cling to things like a leech and muse over them for days at a time even weeks. It had been at least a week since they encountered Gordon and Sam's still not talking and that always set the old light bulb off in his head.

"I'm fine." Sam replied as he stared out the window as the old farmland passed by. He knew about Gordon all along, he could tell. Quoting Dean he was getting the 'funky mojo' from him the moment they had met. It just didn't feel right and it hurt that his own brother had sided with someone they had just met over his judgment and own sense.

"I know you're lying; you always were a crappy liar Sam." Dean sighed, he really didn't want to get into this now. A hunt had been brought upon them saying that there were mutilations in Indiana. Oh no it had to be Farmland, Indiana friggin fantastic. Like the scenery wasn't enough. He really didn't think they had a hunt but he wanted to get away from all the brooding and silence. He just wanted some action, and what the hell why not good ole' Farmland, Indiana. He turned to Sam as he just continued to stare out the window, if he didn't want to talk to him, that was fine.

"If you don't want to talk about it I'm not pushing you. I want to let you know that you can tell me anything and I'm always here." He smiled as Sam just sighed. He knew that Sam thought he won this battle. But was it really even a battle? This war was far from over. If he had to tie Sam on the top of the impala to get him to talk, hell, he would do it.

"Thanks Dean." Sam sighed a breath of relief. He didn't want to have a share and care moment, all he wanted was to focus on this hunt and push the past behind them.

"Whatever bitch." Dean turned up the music louder to drown out the silence and his thoughts, as they pushed their way past the sign of Farmland, Indiana.

Dean pulled into the country inn. It just gets better and better. He groaned at the thought of the whole damn town being filled with hillbilly hicks. He really wasn't in the mood to talk to some witness that doesn't know proper English. The town itself was relatively small and a happy go lucky community from what he read but of course that wasn't much. He looked over to see a sleeping Sam in the passenger seat, and actually smiled at that. The poor kid hasn't had a decent night sleep in god knows how long.

He went about the business of getting them a room; of course it had to be a redneck at the desk it just had to be. His day was taking a nose dive really fast and he regretted ever coming to this damn town.

"You wantin one room or two son?"

Dean's temper was soaring, and he really wasn't in the mood or did he have the time to waste on some guy who needs a serious breath mint.

"One room please." He tried to be nice but that damn hillbilly was starting to piss him off. First and foremost calling him son had set the trigger second was he kept peeking behind his shoulder to sneak glances at Sam, as if Dean was dumb and didn't notice him!

"One room huh? I'm a thinking I can manage that son." He watched as the guy scratched his grease filled hair. "You wantin two beds or one son?'

That's it he can go to jail because there's gonna be one dead hillbilly added on to his growing rap sheet. "Two beds please." He said between clenched teeth, this was not going to be a good hunt.

"Two beds huh? Is the other for your friend out there?" The man just pointed behind his shoulder as he tried his best to block his view but this guy was taller then him about as tall as Sam.

"Ya it is." He swiped the keys from his hands and stomped out to the impala looking back to see the friendly wave. What the hell is wrong with people now a days.

He opened the passenger door to rouse his brother but it seems Sam is out for the count. Damn it I can't carry him to the second floor.

"Come on Sammy time to wake up." He nudged his shoulder and watched as confused bloodshot eyes stared back at him. "We're here now dude, you can sleep as soon as you get in the room. Everything's already in the room." He promised as he pulled Sam out of the car noting that Sam was still drowsy on his feet. He locked his baby for the night and drug his sleep induced brother up the stairs into their room.

Roy watched as he was pissing Dean Winchester off but he didn't care, his friend called in desperate need of help. He would never go back on his promise he made to him so many years ago. If he needed help then by god he'd help but he never said I couldn't have any fun.

He seized him up watching to see how he would react when he watched Sam sleep. He noted the agitated state he was in and the feeble attempts to block his view. He smiled softly. He could tell Dean didn't really like the whole country living aspect.

He even gave stares to Sam as Dean half carried half dragged him up the steps, it got him a low growl from his throat and it made him happy to know the boy had fight in him.

He pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed his friend's number.

"Yea Gordon your plan worked they're here and I'll do it I'll distract Dean for ya." He grinned as he said it because he would become one pain in the ass for the older Winchester in the weeks to come.

"And Gordon." He waited as he heard heavy breathing, which was normal now a days from his friend. "Stay out of the dark don't let it consume you." He closed his phone as he flipped a switch under his desk letting everyone passing bye know they had no vacancy.

Chapter Three

Tags: fandom: supernatural, fic: mind numbing, genre: gen
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