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*BANG*
Her whole body jerked awake and her eyes flew open.
Head pounding, she took a deep breath to calm her racing heartbeat. Laying on her stomach, in on a soft mattress, the only thing in her line of vision was the edge of her bed and a beige wall filled with picture frames.
She let out the air in her lungs and reminded herself to breathe. Closing her eyes, she listened for the sound that woke her up. Nothing. Everything was completely silent except for the rotation of the fan above her.
She raised her head and squinted at her alarm clock. 7:14.
'Ugh.' She thought. 'It is way too early for this.'
Crawling out of bed she looked around. Nothing. Her bedroom looked exactly the same as it did when she went to sleep. Everything was standing up straight, beige walls, white dressers, and white curtains over the window, all untouched. She walked to her bedroom door, and lightly stepped over a guitar she hadn't learned how to play yet, along the way. She opened her door and peered out. Nothing.
'Huh.'
She walked down the hallway, the walls littered with more photos, until she got to the kitchen. Nothing. Everything was shiny and white, untouched. She headed to the living room. Again, Nothing. Her camera sitting innocently on the coffee table. She blew out a puff of air.
'I give up. I'm going back to bed.'
Running a hand through her long brown hair, she headed back the way she came. After closing her bedroom door she flopped on the bed and laid down. Nuzzling her face into her pillow and pulling the white fluffy blanket over her head, she fell back asleep. Sunlight was barely coming in through the window and the sound of birds were outside. Everything was perfectly normal.
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"Dammit, Sammy!" Dean yelled.
Sam was tired. They had been on this hunt for a good three weeks. He didn't understand how a Siren could be so hard to find. They were in the middle of the floor of a dance club, music blaring and strobe lights flashing every which way. Sweaty bodies pressed together everywhere. He was getting a headache and could feel blood pounding in his ears. He was pulling Dean away from some girl who had started grinding on him.
"Jeez, Sam." Dean said loudly over the music, and pulled his arm out of Sam's grip. "I was just trying to have some fun!"
"We aren't here to have fun!" Sam stopped and turned back to his brother. The end of the dance floor was still about ten feet away. "Or have you forgotten that there is a Siren running around here?"
"Of course not. But we've been coming here every night for a week and nothing has turned up. I doubt tonight will be any different. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get back to the mini skirt back there." Dean turned, about to walk away, when Sam stopped him.
"Why?" Sam asked getting excited. "Do you think she is your dream girl? Do you think that could be the Siren?" He quickly looked the way they had co me from, searching for the girl that might be the end of this horrible hunt.
"What?! No." Dean exclaimed. "Dude, calm down. I know you want to get out of here so just go. We can meet up later."
"I'm not leaving you here alone, especially if that girl is who we are looking for." Sam said. 'Please let that be her' he thought.
"Did you see her?" Dean tilted his head. "If she had legs that went on forever and jugs the size of watermelons, then I would be worried. As it stands, the small redhead isn't a threat."
Sam sighed. He was tired.
"Just go back to the motel man." Dean winked. "I'll be fine. Swear!"
Sam agreed and after making plans for later, headed toward the door to leave the crowded building. After stepping outside onto the sidewalk he took a deep breath of fresh air. It was dark and the street was empty except for a couple of working girls on a corner and the bouncer for the club standing outside the door. A dingy street light was flickering above him. It was surprisingly quiet, considering how loud the building was, he could only hear the thud of the bass music through the doors. He checked the time on his watch, 1:14.
Sam rolled his shoulders and started walking down the street. He would have to take a cab back to their motel, since Dean would be needing the impala for the different forms of exercise he was going to perform. One dingy streetlight was replaced with another.
He passed an alley and the hookers from across the street were waving at him.
*BANG*
He jumped and his head flew in the direction of the noise, hand moved to the gun he held in the back of his jeans.
Sitting in the alley was a homeless man who had knocked over a trashcan.
Sam let out a breath. Then sucked one in, reminded himself to breathe. His hand moved away from the gun. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins as he started walking again. Faster this time. He wanted to get back to the motel and just go to sleep. The empty street he was on intersected with a busy one up ahead. He could see cars passing and open bars that were less secluded than the one behind him. When he was about two blocks away he could see the distinguishing features of bright yellow taxi cabs waiting in front of bars to pick up drunk patrons. With his destination in sight, he started jogging. He stopped at the edge of the street and looked before crossing. Just as he reached one of the taxis, a drunk man reached for the door handle and pushed Sam out of the way.
"Sorry man, I was here first." Sam said. Opening the back door and turning toward the gentleman who had pushed him. He was wearing a suit and was almost a foot shorter than Sam.
"Soo? I needs it more." The man slurred.
"There's another cab right there." Sam pointed. "Hurry before that chick gets it."
"Where?" The man turned his head so fast he lost his balance and fell into Sam, who had to hold him up until he could stand again. He mumbled something that sounded like 'sorry' before turning back to look at Sam. He then promptly bent over and proceeded to throw up all over Sam's shoes.
"What the hell!?" The taxi man shouted from his seat in front. He got out and started yelling about how there was now puke on his car.
Sam sighed. He was tired.
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Dean unlocked the door to Sammy's and his motel room as quietly as he could. He knew the kid would have gone straight to bed as soon as he got back. He had actually left the club not long after Sammy, 45 minutes at the most. Contrary to what his little brother thought, he didn't have to have sex all the time. Don't get him wrong, he probably would have, but he got the distinct impression the small redhead he had been dancing with wasn't quite old enough for him.
He set the keys to his baby down on the table by the door. He looked over toward the beds, trying to see through the dark, and was surprised when he couldn't see a lump on one of them.
"Sammy?" He called out.
Nothing.
He closed the door behind him and went over to the light switch, turned it on, he looked around at the empty room. 'Dammit' He thought. 'Where the hell is he?' Sam had more than enough time to get back here before him. All their clothes and bags were where they had left them. Dean pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and started dialing Sam's number. Just as he was about to push call, the door to the motel room opened. Dean turned and watched as Sam walked through. The kid looked exhausted. Sam's nose was scrunched up like he was smelling something bad. He was barefoot and had shoes in his hand that were dripping wet like someone had sprayed them with a hose.
"Dude where have you been?" Dean exclaimed. "I was worried."
"Don't ask." Sam sighed. "I need a shower." He turned toward the bathroom and went to do just that.
"Well, are you okay?" Dean called after him.
"Just peachy." Sam said before he closed the door.
Dean shrugged. He'll ask Sam about it in the morning. He heard the shower start, so he pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it in a pile with the rest of his 'dirty, but can still be worn again' clothes. Putting the gun and knife he always carried with him on the table by the bed, he took off his jeans and changed into sweat pants.
Lying in bed, he listened to Sam messing around in the bathroom. He knew Sam was fed up with this hunt. (Mostly because his brother wouldn't shut up about how he was fed up with this hunt.) But he could admit that he was getting tired of it too.
They had come into Chicago because a man had murdered his wife. Nothing supernatural there, but his 'girlfriend' had told him to do it. There were similar cases all over the city and after some research, and Nate Pelet's remorseful reaction after he realized he murdered his wife, they knew what they were dealing with. Of course the fact that Pelet had a high level of oxytocin in his bloodstream helped too. Dean remembered the last time they dealt with a Siren perfectly, and he would be damned if he let that happen again. Especially since Bobby wasn't around to help them this time. But after a week and a half of searching, they still hadn't found the stupid thing.
The bathroom door opened and Sam walked out with a towel around his waist and his dirty clothes in his hands. He dropped the clothes on the ground, grabbed some stuff and walked back to the bathroom, coming back out after a minute in pajama clothes. Dean watched as Sam walked over and fell face first into his own bed, wrapped an arm around his pillow and started snoring after less than a minute. Dean chuckled. He had a feeling they were going to have a late start in the morning.
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Three more days passed before Sam finally suggested they call it quits.
"No." Dean simply said, while tightly gripping the wheel of the impala until his knuckles were white.
"Come on man." Sam argued. Dean was furious and Sam knew it. But unlike Sam, who was done with the whole thing, Dean was determined to finish this. Any other time, Sam would have agreed with him, but Sam didn't know what else to do. They had talked to all the victims, gone to every place the Siren had been, followed every lead, called every hunter they knew of to find this thing, and all of them were dead ends. The siren was just gone.
"Dean, it's gone. It probably figured out we were here and took off." Sam tried again. "Its 7 states over by now."
Dean slammed his hand against the dashboard. Sam sighed, something he had been doing a lot of lately, and rubbed his forehead.
"God dammit Sammy!" Dean yelled.
"I know man, I know." Sam tried to sooth his brother. "But there is only so much we can do."
After a minute of silence, Sam watched his brother loosen his grip on the wheel and huff out a breath.
"Just call Bobby and tell him to make sure others know there's still a siren out on the loose." Dean grumbled.
"Okay, good. Let's go pack up our stuff and get out of here!" Sam said, a little too excitedly. Dean gave him an irritated look. Sam chuckled, he didn't care as long as they were really leaving this stupid case behind. Dean took the next right to go back to the motel and Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket to call Bobby. The phone started ringing in his hand before he even got to his contacts. He brought the phone up to his ear.
"Hey Bobby, I was just about to call you." He answered. "Listen we can't find the siren and we think it took off. Would you call around and let some other hunters know it's still out there?"
"I'm not your damn secretary, boy." Bobby said through the line. "And we have a bigger problem right now."
"What's going on Bobby?" Sam asked. "Something wrong?" Sam could see Dean looking at him from the corner of his eye with a question on his face.
"I think it's best if I just show you." Bobby sounded perplexed. "How soon can you get here?"
"We're in Chicago, so in about 13 hours, but tell me what the hell's going on. Are you okay?" Sam worried.
"No, no, I'm fine. It's nothing like that. Just hurry, its super weird." Bobby replied.
"Okay we'll be there soon... But Bobby, will you call around about the siren?"
"Ya, ya, I'll take care of it. Ijdit."
Sam chuckled before hanging up. "Looks like we are going to go see Bobby."
"What's going on?" Dean asked.
"No idea. All he said was he wanted to show us something weird."
"Huh." Dean pulled into the parking lot of the motel they were staying at and parked the car. Sam climbed out and wondered what Bobby wanted. They would find out soon enough.
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