Title: The Reader's Special: First Edition
Author: Disasteriffic Kaz
Info: Post 4X02 AYTG?IMDW This is the Reader's Special. You Review and tell me what you want in the next chapter and I do my best to write it! So, expect lots of hurt/limp/angst/protective/comfort!Sam/Dean I'm sure.
Author's note: We're gonna try something different here! I'm going to write the first chapter…obviously 'cause…you're about to read it. *rolls eyes at self* Anyway, We're gonna try for some reader participation here. You give me suggestions, general or specific for what you would like to see in the next chapter and I write it. :D What do you think? No…really…what do YOU think? Heh. We'll see how long it gets with you guys driving the bus…and whether my tetchy Muse can keep up with you. She needs some humbling honestly. So, here we go, engine revving, on the road, where we're going nobody knows.
RULES: No Wincest. I just don't do that. SO not my thing. No insult to those who do because I'm a firm believer in "to each his own" but I don't. That's it really. The only rule.
Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P
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CHAPTER 1
"BALLS!" Bobby shouted and slapped shut the book he was poring over. "You two need to get out of here for a day or three so I can get some damn research done!" Bobby Singer loved his boys, he did, like his own and sometimes they made him wish they were still young enough to take over his knee. Now for instance when they had spent the last several hours since waking up arguing back and forth about Angels, Demons, God and the Devil and pretty much anything else that had come up…including the current argument over who had drunk the last cup of coffee without making more. He'd hit his limit. A vacation was starting to sound pretty damn sexy.
"Problem, Bobby?" Dean asked, sarcasm winning out over common sense and Bobby glared until his eyes hit the floor.
"You're not too old for me to take out back, son." Bobby growled and stood up. "Think you boys need a change of scenery." Dean was obviously still stressed about his mysterious return from Hell and Sam frankly looked as though he'd gone a few rounds with Tyson. Boy had to be damn sore to keep rising to his older brother's bait. Bobby yanked a paper out from the bottom of a pile on the corner of his desk and tossed it to Sam. "Job for ya. Go. Kill something and get it out of yer systems before I kill one of ya."
"Bobby…" Sam started but Bobby waved his hand at them and turned back to his desk. He sat and pointedly reopened his book, lifting it to block them from his field of vision.
"Well that's just great." Dean muttered and headed for the stairs. "Good job, Sam."
"What?" Sam followed him upstairs to pack their things and resisted the urge to slap his brother on the back of the head. "You're the one who couldn't let the damn coffee go."
Bobby shook his head, listening to his two favorite idjits as they carried on while they packed and back downstairs and all the way out the door. He figured they'd be back in a few days either calmer with each other or with each others boot prints on their faces. Either way they should be quieter. He listened to the Impala rumble away and took a deep breath, savoring the silence.
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Sam shifted in the passenger seat again, trying to relieve the ache of his bruises. He'd taken a few hits; first from the ghost of Henrikson and then from a desk used as a blunt weapon to pin him to a wall. He was a mess of bruises, head and chest, and already missed being able to stretch out in bed at Bobby's.
"Dude, you got ants in your pants over there or what?" Dean grumbled, still irritated.
Sam gave him a sarcastic smile. "You even know where we're going?"
"Of course I know where we're going." Dean shot back. "That way." He pointed out the windshield and Sam snorted.
"That's what I thought." Sam pulled out the paper Bobby had given him and then groaned. "Dude, you are going the wrong way. Turn around."
Dean said nothing, just growled under his breath and made a U-turn on the empty road. "Where the hell is he sending us anyway?"
"Charleston, West Virginia." Sam pulled the road map out of the glove box and starting plotting their path South East. "Not a lot of details there." He gestured at the paper he'd set on the seat beside him. "Five bodies on the ground already. Some torture, blood loss, couple were missing hearts but not all." Sam shrugged.
"Well hell, that could be any of a dozen things." Dean rolled his eyes. "Dude sit still already. What's wrong with you?"
Sam shook his head, trying to stop moving. "Nothing. I'm fine."
"Uh huh." Dean eyed him but said nothing more.
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The Impala growled into Peoria, Illinois at two in the morning. Normally, Dean would have toughed it out and driven the last eight hours straight through to Charleston in the mood he was in. He'd had seven hours however to watch Sam squirm, see the scrunched face and realize that his brother had taken the brunt of the physical abuse while they'd dealt with the Witnesses. Sam slept now, curled against the passenger window and looked far from comfortable; bent over, one leg on the seat with a knee against the window and an arm across his stomach. The kid needed to stretch out.
Dean turned toward the airport, following the signs and looked for a motel. Airports were always a good place to find a cheap one that wasn't at the complete bottom end of the food chain. The Four Points Motel beckoned with its vacancy sign and he pulled up to the office, leaving Sam sleeping as he went in to get them a room.
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To Be Continued…
I know. Short first chapter but this is just our starting point. From here on out, you're the drivers. I've got Shotgun and the pen.
You're turn kids! What would you like to see in the next chapter? Don't go too crazy. We've got all the chapters in the world to work with here so keep that in mind. :D Where do we go from here? What's next?