Summary- While recovering at the roadhouse Sam is only just coming to terms with the hunter he killed, and Jo. The boys thought they were messed up, its nothing compared to the women who spent the last four years in Hell.
Set in season two, after the episode born under a bad sign, this story is under my other account name sexibitet, and is a revamp of that story.
Within A Hunter
Sam looked over at his brother and sighed slowly to himself, it had been a day since they had left Bobby and they had yet to stop in less it was for gas. Sam could tell that his brother was in pain, he had been beaten up and shot all in the same night yet he still refused to let Sam drive the car. Probably hadn't forgiven him for stealing it in the first place.
With one last glance at Dean, Sam shifted ever so slightly in the car seat and leans his head against the back rest. He could have killed Dean just like he had killed Steve Wandell, he could have killed Jo, in fact he knew he was going to kill her, and if Dean hadn't figured out that he was possessed then he would have.
"I think we should head over to the roadhouse" Dean said after leaning over to turn the music down.
Sam looked over at him and raised his brow in shock, if it was one place he didn't want to be it was the roadhouse. Not only was Ellen there and it was more then likely JO would have called her and told her what had happened, which meant he would have to face up to that, but there was going to be hunters there, and they were more then likely friends of Steve.
"Dean" Sam started unsure of what he could say. He knew Dean knew the deal, he had been the one who was dealing with everything, he was the one who thought his brother, the one person he had tried to protect all his life had turned evil and started killing people, his own brother had turned a gun on to him, and then beaten the crap out of him.
"Sammy look I know its isn't the best of ideas but we need somewhere to lay low, if Meg is still out there then the roadhouse is one of the safest places"
Sam nodded his head, he knew Dean was right, Dean was always right, but it really didn't mean he wanted to admit it, let alone go there and face Ellen knowing that John had been the one to kill her husband and not the hell spawn, how the hell was he meant to look at Ellen when he knew that.
"Dean I just…" The shrill sound of Deans phone interrupted him and it looked as if Dean was almost revealed.
Dean pulled the phone out of his coat pocket and looked over at Sam, he knew what he was thinking, hell he was thinking the same thing, but the roadhouse was the safest place to be, and Ellen had said if they ever needed a place to crash they could go over there. They need a place to regroup and the roadhouse was it.
He checked the display on his phone and shot Sam a look before he pressed answer and placed it to his ear.
Sam sat straighter in his chair and felt the car slow before stopping completely, who ever it was it must be important, normally Dean would just drive with the phone attached to his ear.
"Ash…..We're bout an hour out…bye" Dean flipped his phone shut and shot his brother a look that clearly said we now have no choice.
"Was that Ash?" Dean nodded his head slowly and pulled the car out
"He's got some information on the demon"
Sam sighed to himself softly; he really didn't know whether he should have been relieved or annoyed, because now they really had no choice but go the roadhouse. He shook his head and looked over at Dean who was alternating from looking at him and the road.
"So looks like were going to the roadhouse" Dean chuckled to himself glad that his little Sammy was still in there somewhere.
He would never admit it to someone but he had been scared, more scared then he had ever felt in his life. The one person he had vowed to protect had been slipping out of his grasp and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
He had hoped and prayed that something had gotten to him he had willed for his baby brother to be possessed, because if he had been killing all those people out of cold blood then it meant he had truly lost him, and he would have lost himself along with it.
He shot his brother a small look knowing that Sam wanted some sort of reassurance, wanted some form of advice that would make the past week ok. But no matter what Dean just couldn't think of anything, because they both knew that nothing they said or did was ever going to make it ok, and Sam would live with the knowledge that he had killed someone for the rest of his life. And more then likely have nightmares about it for the next couple of weeks.
Dean leant over and turned the volume button up the soothing sound of Metallica began to blare through the speakers and Dean revealed in the bass line. Nothing could calm him down like the base line of a Metallica song. His brother needed somewhere safe and stable and as much as Dean hated the fact that the roadhouse was that place, if it meant his brother could have a moments peace so he could sort through everything going through his head then he would have gladly walked into hell.
After all it was his soul job to protect his brother and if marching into hell meant Sam stayed safe then he would do it in a heartbeat.
Dean pulled the impala to a stop outside the roadhouse and the audible squeak that came from Sam's side of the car summed up Deans feelings in one. The entire outside area was filled with cars or trucks really wasn't a good thing. He had been hoping for a quite night with just Ellen and Ash but the death of Steve must have traveled fast and it looked like this was the meeting place for all the hunters who wanted revenge.
"We keep our heads down Sam" Dean said pulling the keys out of the ignition his eyes looking over at his brother who had turned pale at the mere thought of seeing another hunter. It had been bad enough lying to Bobby, although it was more then obvious he knew the truth.
"I killed him" Sam muttered his eyes wondering across the parked cars silently wondering if any of them belonged to Steve's daughter. Maybe it was the black Mustang or the red Honda Civic.
"Sammy" Dean starts, slowly as if he was advancing on a frightened deer and didn't want him to run of into the other direction.
"We talked about this, the man was a hunter which means other hunters are going to come looking for his killer, now you need to keep your cool ok, I no this must be hard Sammy" Sam turns his head slowly and looks at his brother and nods his head slowly.
"Your right" He replies his takes a deep breath to steady his breathing and Dean nods his head and smiles.
"You good?"
"Yea" Dean smiles and claps him on the back.
"Well lets go do this then"