This is my first fic and first time posting here so I hope you enjoy. Reviews are welcome.
I also want to thank my wonderful beta Liz for helping me out so much. You are amazing!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the beautiful Sam and Dean.
Sam opened his eyes to the beautiful golden sunlight seeping in through the blinds of the hotel room hitting his face. He glanced over at the clock on the wall.
"10:30," he mumbled to himself. Looking over to Dean's bed, he noticed it was empty.
Sam smashed his face down into the pillow. It used to be that he woke up at 7:00 o'clock and Dean was the one who would sleep till past 11:00. He reached for his cell phone on the nightstand next to him and dialed Dean's number.
"Yeah Sam?"
"Dean," Sam said groggily; he was still half asleep.
"You just wake up?"
"Yeah."
"Since when did you become such a bum, Sammy? There's work to be done. Not to mention all the hot chicks getting their early morning jog done."
Sam could almost hear the sly smirk on Dean's face. "Yeah, I bet."
"Listen, I'll be there in about twenty minutes. I'm just pumping some gas into my baby and then I'll head back."
"Alright, I guess I'll start looking for our next gig."
"No need. I've already found us one."
Sam, who was accustomed to doing all the searching, asked in surprise and curiosity. "You did?"
"Yeah, what? You didn't think I was capable of doing some researching?"
"No, it's just I thought you hated going through articles."
"Well what can I say, I was blessed with the three B's."
"And what are those?" Sam asked knowing he was setting himself up for a good laugh.
"Brains, beauty, and brawn."
Sam chuckled. "Yeah, well your brainy ass better get me some coffee."
"Ok, I'll tell you about the gig when I get back." Dean said as he entered the gas station to pay.
"Alright, bye." Sam hung up the phone and stretched his long body as far as it could go. Man he was tired. They had been working double duty since the gate to hell had been opened. Dean kept saying how he had to get as many of those son's of bitches back in hell as possible before his year was up. Of course Sam was really concentrating on breaking the deal Dean had made to bring him back. He'd been doing research behind Dean's back or while he was sleeping; sometimes not falling asleep until five or six in the morning because he knew he'd never hear the end of it. As far as Dean was concerned what he had done was worth it and he wouldn't think twice if he had to do it again. That deal gave him one more year with his baby brother, which in Dean's opinion was much better than the alternative.
Sam finally got the urge to get out of bed and got dressed for the day. By the time he was done, Dean had arrived back.
"Honey, I'm home." Dean said walking through the door balancing two fresh cups of coffee in one arm. He held half a dozen glazed donuts and newspaper in the other.
"Thanks," said Sam as he accepted one of the steaming cups from Dean's hands. "So, where's the job?"
"Right here in bright and sunny San Antonio, TX." Dean threw the paper at Sam and said, "I circled it"
Sam grabbed the paper before it hit the ground. He spotted a big red circle on the front page surrounding the words "Teenage Boy Killed In Hit and Run" . Sam's eyebrows creased. "Dean, this seems like an ordinary tragedy. Why would this be our kinda…"
"Just read the thing before you judge alright." Dean interrupted.
"Fine." Sam said a bit taken aback by Dean's sudden burst. "Daniel Evans was killed Tuesday night when he was hit by an oncoming car. The driver of the vehicle reportedly sped off after the accident failing to call 911. A neighbor, James Rodriguez, who was on his way home from work witnessed the whole thing. He said Daniel had rushed out onto the street with out warning. "I don't know what he was doing out at 12:00 at night. It seemed as though he was looking at something across the street and was eager to get to it." James said it was hard to tell the exact color of the car, but it was clearly a darker shade and a sporty automobile. Police spoke to one of Daniel's friends , Christopher Jenkins, who had this to say. "He had been acting a little strange this past week. He kept saying he had to find this girl in a picture he found. That she would be standing outside his window at night. I thought it might have been stress because we had finals coming up. I don't know if that could have caused this somehow. He might have gone outside to look for her. I don't know how this could've happened." Sam looked up at Dean from the article. "So you think this girl he kept seeing was real and caused his accident somehow?"
"Well…" Dean said giving Sam a look that said "Duh". "That article pretty much punches you in the face with it."
Shaking his head Sam said, "Dean, it could have just been an ordinary bad luck accident."
"Come on, Sam. A guy starts seeing this chick he saw in a photo outside his bedroom and then next thing you know he gets hit by a car."
"Well don't you think we should keep working on finding all those demons that got loose?"
Dean knew Sam wasn't so much worried about the demons as he was saving his brother. "Look Sam, we're here aren't we? How long will it take to get this checked out? We could just talk to a few of the kid's friends and if nothing strange turns up on this girl Daniel kept seeing we'll drop it."
Sam looked at Dean hesitantly. "I guess there's no harm in checking it out."
"That's the spirit, Sammy." Dean patted Sam on the shoulder. "Now get to finding that kid Christopher Jenkins. We should talk to him first." Dean reclined back onto his bed. Mimicking a roaring lion, Dean opened his mouth wide as he bit down into a satisfyingly soft and delicious glazed donut.