AN: This is something I came up with in lying in bed in the middle of the night. Hope y'all enjoy it!
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"Can I get you anything else?" the waitress, Kristen, asks with a smile. Dean and Sam look up and shake their heads.
"No, just the check," Dean replies offering a smile in return.
"Okay," Kristen says and places the check on the table and walks away Dean pulls out his wallet and throws a couple bills on the table. He and Sam grab their jackets and put them on as they exit the restaurant.
Kristen takes the bill and money off the table with a glare aimed at the Winchesters as she watches them go to their car. After the classic muscle car drives off, Kristen nonchalantly grabs one of the forks and slips it into her apron. She grabs the plates and walks them back to the kitchen where she sets it in the tub of dirty dishes.
"Did you get it?" an older woman says as she walks up behind Kristen. Kristen pulls the fork out and hands it over to the other waitress.
"What are you going to do?" Kristen asks her in a hushed tone.
"Teach those Winchesters a lesson they aren't soon to forget," the woman replies with a smirk. "Let your father know I'll be back."
Kristen nods her head and quickly goes to find her father. The woman escapes out the back door, picking up a bag out of a locked cabinet before doing so. She walks out into the alley behind the restaurant and moves to behind a dumpster. She kneels down and begins pulling objects out of the bag and setting them in particular places. She lights a few candles and begins chanting. She sets the fork in the middle of the circle of objects and then sprinkles a dirt-like substance from a pouch over top it. She slices her hand and drips blood on it as well before striking another match. She drops it onto the fork and the dirt-like substance goes up in flames before dying down to nothing. The woman smiles mischievously and gathers the objects and places them back in the bag. She ties it up and looks down at the fork. The prongs are burnt to a crisp and the woman's smile widens.
"Elaine," a male voice says and the woman looks over and sees her husband. "Are you done?"
"Yes, Robert, I'm done," Elaine replies and the two of them share a smirk.
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The Impala swerves on the road and Sam's head jerks up with furrowed eyebrows. He scans the road and looks behind them but doesn't see anything that would cause Dean to swerve. He opens his mouth to say something and looks over at his older brother.
"Seeing things?" Sam asks but stops when he sees the grimace of pain on Dean's face. "Dean?"
Dean's grimace deepens and Dean wraps an arm around his stomach as another sharp pain stabs into him. Sam looks at his brother worriedly, not knowing where this is coming from. Dean lets out a groan and the Impala swerves again as Dean doubles over.
"Dean!" Sam shouts and grabs the wheel. He helps Dean guide the vehicle onto the side of the road. His first thought is that this is some sort of side effect of curing Dean of being a demon. Dean's jaw tenses and he rests his head on the steering wheel, willing the pain to pass.
"Dean? What's wrong?" Sam asks urgently and moves close to his brother and rests a hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean doesn't say anything and squeezes his eyes tight.
The pain slowly eases and Dean breathes out. His body begins to relax and Dean takes in a few deep breaths. He waits another moment for the pain to disappear and he sits up and opens his eyes.
"Dean?" Sam asks again as he sees the pain and tension slowly ebb away from his brother's face and body.
"I'm good," Dean assures Sam and looks over at his younger brother.
"'The hell was that?" Sam asks. Dean notices the worry and fear leaking into Sam's voice.
"I don't know but it's gone now. Maybe it was something I ate," Dean offers with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Maybe I should drive," Sam says, already moving to his door.
"Sam I'm fine. I am," Dean assures his brother again, this time forcing a smile. Sam narrows his eyes at Dean and studies him a moment before saying something.
"Fine. AS long as you're sure," Sam says even as he continues to watch Dean closely.
"I'm sure," Dean says and looks in his side mirror before pulling back onto the road. They were heading back to the Men of Letters bunker and Dean couldn't wait to get back home.
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Dean parks the Impala in the bunker's garage and shuts off the engine. The two brothers climb out of the car and grab their duffel's. Sam looks over at his brother and watches him closely. Sam couldn't put his finger on it but something seemed off about Dean. Sam wasn't sure why, but his older brother just looked different.
"I don't know about you but I'm going to take a hot shower and go straight to bed," Dean says tiredly as they walks into the bunker.
"Yeah," Sam agrees even though he's not paying much attention to what he's saying. His sole focus is on trying to figure out why Dean seemed different. Dean and Sam set their duffel's down in their rooms and Dean doesn't waste any time in taking the hot shower.
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"Do I look different to you?" Sam looks up from where he's unpacking his duffel bag. When Dean had finished his shower, he had looked in the mirror. He couldn't place why but he knew he looked different.
"Why?" Sam asks as his mind wanders back to his previous thoughts. At least he wasn't the only one thinking it.
"No reason. I just thought…" Dean says and then shrugs. Maybe he was just going crazy.
"Yes. I was thinking the same thing when we were in the garage," Sam says abruptly.
"What?" Dean asks as his eyes widen. He wasn't expecting Sam to agree with him.
"I can't put a finger on it but you look different. Somehow," Sam explains as he looks over Dean. Dean sighs. He's not sure if he's relieved to find out Sam is thinking the same as him or worried. "Do you feel different?"
"No," Dean answers after taking a moment to take stock of his body.
"Maybe it's nothing," Sam offers even though he didn't believe it himself.
"When is it ever nothing?" Dean asks with a raised eyebrow.
"True," Sam says with a nod of his head. Awkward silence takes over as the two hunters try to make sense of it. Deciding there's nothing to do about it at the moment, Dean speaks up.
"Well, I'm going to bed," he says and walks out of Sam's room and across the hall to his own room. Right then he was exhausted; they could focus on whatever was happening in the morning. Besides, they didn't even know what was different about him.
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