Sam and Dean's relationship starts to suffer as they continue to look for their father and hunt. COMPLETED!
Complete - Supernatural - Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Supernatural
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I want to apologize in advance for whatever monsters I use in this story. My imagination in that area is a little stunted. Try not to roll your eyes to much if I use the stereotypes a lot. I made sure to describe the 1967 Chevy Impala, as I love it! lol.
CHAPTER 1
"Sam, go!" Dean yelled out from the darkness. Sam hesitated for a minute, then ran towards his brother's voice. He could here scuffling somewhere off to the right and slowed down, probing the air in front of him with his arms extended. A thud sounded a few feet away and a groan sounded from the ground. "You never listen to me" Dean said from in front of Sam. The groans continued to come from Dean's feet. "Shut up" Dean sneered, kicking out before stepping over the inert goblin at his feet. He started walking past Sam towards the entrance of the cellar.
"Dean! Hold up. Not everyone has the eyes of an owl like you" Sam said, making his way slowly to where Dean stood. Dean rolled his eyes and waited, his foot tapping the floor impatiently. He fidgeted as they made their way slowly to the ladder hanging from an opening in the roof.
"Satisfied?" Dean snarked as they climbed out of the cellar. He quickly pulled the ladder out of the opening and slammed the door shut, locking it that way. The padlock he used was a large strong one but he still pushed a large heavy couch over the hatch as well. Sam's eyebrows rose.
"Not going a little overboard?" he asked with humor in his voice. Dean took his time to secure the couch over the hatch before turning. He stood up straight and gave Sam an incredulous look.
"That…thing nearly pulled my arms out down there." He pointed down to the cellar. "So no, I don't think that I'm 'going a little overboard'." He shook his head and gave Sam another look before stalking away. Sam sighed and looked around the room for a second. Then he followed his brother out of the old abandoned house, bending down to go under the condemned sign hanging across the door. The sun was just starting to rise and he had to narrow his eyes as the light hit them.
"Where next?" he called out the question to Dean who was at the trunk of his Impala. Dean riffled through some stuff before slamming it closed and turning to Sam.
"You tell me" he said impatiently. "I'm starting to get tired of picking all of our fun little excursions. You're so revved to find dad, so go ahead" He waved his arm towards his brother and then leaned on the trunk of the car, giving Sam an expectant look. Sam frowned and glared at Dean. "Well?" Dean said, his eyes widening exaggeratingly. He stood up and took a few steps closer. "You mean, it's not that easy?" he asked sarcastically. He snorted and walked to the driver seat and got in.
Sam swore under his breath and got in on the passenger side. The Impala jumped forward quickly, spitting gravel behind it.