A Brother's Worst Fear
Sam and Dean had been busy in the week since they left Tacoma and Kira. They had put away two more demons. Sam's new abilities were making themselves known every day. He could go beyond levitating objects; he could use them while in mid air. He had practiced and could fire a gun and light the flame on the Zippo Dean always carried with ease. He had found out by accident that he could touch something and read its history. That had made for a quiet afternoon of dark thoughts when he touched the useless Colt that they still carried with them, while rummaging through the trunk of the Impala. Sam could sense a Demonic presence when it was close. He'd figured that out on the last hunt. He could also heal small injuries now on both him and Dean.
They had gone to Leesburg, Virginia when they left Lassiter, Montana and had gotten a motel room. There was a report of a Black Dog sighting. Now they were in the Impala looking for a decent diner on the outskirts of town at about seven-thirty in the evening. Dean drove a little more along the main road to town and found them a place. It was called Maggie's. They pulled into the packed parking lot, taking one of the two remaining empty spaces.
"Food must be good, the place is packed." Dean observed.
"I hope so. I'm actually hungry." Sam replied, smiling at Dean; his deep pine green eyes lighting up.
Dean looked at Sam thoughtfully. His abilities were strong and growing every day. When he had a vision he no longer had the mind-shattering pain. For which I am very glad. Dean mused. He could do things Dean had only seen demons do, which had him slightly worried, but he knew Sam. Sam was so good that Dean knew the power he now wielded easily could never corrupt him. Whenever Sam had caught Dean watching him, in amazement, he'd had to remind him to close his mouth. Dean had heard a lot of 'Dude, you're catching flies again.'
Dean shook his head slightly and they climbed out of the car. Heading inside, they looked around before sitting down. It was a nice clean building with comfortable booths. Noticing they served beer Dean threw the car keys at Sam, catching him off guard, He caught them telepathically and put them on the table. He picked them up and put them in his jacket pocket.
"I want a few beers; you're driving back to the motel."
"Dammit, Dean," Sam said looking around hastily. "You gotta watch that. Someone could have seen those keys levitating." He all but whispered so no one could hear.
"You worry too much Sammy-boy. It'll give you wrinkles." Dean cracked a genuine grass-green eyed grin.
A waitress came up to them and smiled. They ordered. Dean's eyes- as usual- spent more time perusing the waitress than the menu. He ended up with his usual burger- extra onions-, potato salad and a beer. Sam ordered the steak fajitas, salad and a sweet iced tea; his mind briefly straying to thoughts of his beautiful Kira and the time they shared the same meal. I will see you again. I swear it.
The waitress came back with their food and drinks. They both ate hungrily, not saying much. Two big, dark haired men got up from a nearby table as Dean and Sam had finished eating and were getting ready to leave. They were still sitting while Dean finished his third beer when the men approached the table from either side. Sam stilled instantly, the gold flecks in his deep green eyes coming to life. Dean caught the look. Dean stiffened almost imperceptibly as the men stopped beside and slightly behind each of the brothers. Sam and Dean sprung into action, bolting from the table and throwing punches. The entire diner fell silent. Twenty pairs of dead, black eyes watched the unfolding action.
Sam caught his attacker with a solid left fist to the chin. The demon possessed man reeled, but remained on his feet. He advanced on Sam again. Dean's smaller stature and beer consumption had him at a slight disadvantage against the other big demon possessed man. He punched the man in the stomach, hard, but was only rewarded with a grunt. In return, the big man clamped his hands to Dean's shoulders, slinging him like a rag doll into a table about six feet away. He crashed though it to lay with a thud in an awkward heap, unmoving. The man and woman sitting there had hastily vacated the booth as Dean flew towards it. They too were being demonically manipulated.
Dean had been knocked unconscious by a corner of the table top when he landed. Sam saw that his right wrist was bent at an impossible angle and blood leaked from a gash on his left temple. Two demons moved in to drag out cold Dean off.
"Leave him ALONE!" Sam boomed, his eyes coming to glowing green life. The air grew heavy with the sparking force Sam now wielded easily. His body took on the glow for a split second just as the big man hit Sam hard across the back and head with one of the heavy wooden hi-chairs the restaurant supplied for families with children. The chair split across his back with the force of the blow, sending him crashing to the tile floor, unconscious. The green glow faded from his body.
The two Demon- possessed people who now supported Dean handed him over to the two big, dark haired men. All of the controlled people in the restaurant rose as one and followed the two dragging Dean out the door, leaving the diner deserted save for Sam. Once outside the two dragging Dean threw him into the trunk of a rusty blue 80's something sedan. The black eyed man looked over the others who waited in a group.
"You will not go back inside the diner. You will return to your homes, not remembering anything." He said in a dead voice, putting his hand out, palm forward. Black smoke poured from the mouths and eyes of the entire group of people, leaving them under their own power. The smoke converged on the two big men and if possible their eyes became blacker as the smoke was absorbed through their open mouths. The people scattered, confused as to why they were all standing outside the diner, as the demons in the blue sedan drove off. A Winchester in their grasp and at their mercy.