Hello readers! :D This is just an idea that popped into my head. So i hope you like it :) Please let me know if I should continue. This story is set soemwhere in the middle of season 2.
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"I don't understand why we can't just go to Vegas for a couple of days," Dean complained, dropping his bags on the cheap motel bed. "Girls, gambling, beer, girls.."
Sam chuckled and looked over at his brother. Dean had been complaing the whole way from their last hunt. "Dean. We have stuff to take care of. We can't just take a break whenever we want."
Dean plopped down on the bed and sighed. "Whatever. After we get done ganking this..What do you think is here?"
"It could be an angry spirit, based on the people it has killed in this motel."
"Great. Let's stay 'IN' the motel where there is something killing people," Dean groaned.
Sam laughed, running a large hand through his hair. "This will be easier than normal. We can get close to it here, rather than breaking into someones home," Sam stated, smiling when Dean pouted.
Sam had to admit, they'd been through a lot. And probably did deserve a break, but they had a job to do.
"This will be an easy hunt, Dean. Maybe afterwards we could go stay with Bobby for a couple days," Sam suggested.
Dean nodded. "Where's my phone?" Dean ran his hands over both pockets of his jeans and found them empty. "Shit. Left it in the car."
"Mines dead," Sam stated, reminding himself to charge it later.
"Alright, I'll be right back. Need anything?" Dean questioned, turning away from Sam and walking towards the door.
When he received no reply Dean turned, "Sam-".
Sam fell to the floor, landing on his knees. He had both arms wrapped around his stomach. Sam cried out in pain and slammed a flat palm to the floor, gripping the carpet. "Dean!"
"Sammy!" Dean ran towards Sam, dropping beside him. "What is it? What's wrong!"
Sam fell back against the side of the bed, legs sprawling out in front of him. He threw his head back, gasping for breath.
"Sammy! Hey! Talk to me!" Dean begged. Sam reached out and fisted his hand into Dean's jacket.
Sam coughed, his head falling. The coughs became violent.
Dean reached down to lift Sam's chin up and saw blood running from Sam's mouth, down his neck. "Jesus, Sammy! What the hell!"
Sam sent a pleading look towards Dean, still unable to catch his breath.
"Hang on, Sammy. I'm getting help." Dean forced Sam's hand off of him. Standing up, he bolted to the door. Turning both locks, he attempted to pull open the door. Nothing. The door wouldn't open. Checking to make sure he had unlocked, Dean tried again. Nothing.
"Shit!" Dean yelled, slamming a fist into the door. He looked back at Sammy and that was all the motivation he needed. His baby brother was laying on the floor, in excruciating pain, blood dripping from his mouth. Dean began to pound on the door. "Somebody help me! Hello!? I need help in here!"
He turned back to Sam. "Hang on, Sammy."
Dean only got a glimpse of Sam attempting to look up at him before all the lights went out.
A/N Please review and let me know if I should continue this :D hope you liked it!
