From the Tapes
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One week. It had been one week since he watched his brother die and be taken to Hell, literally. Taking another swig of the liquid in the bottle Sam stared into the blackness of the room. He hadn't really moved from this spot or room since he had arrived back at Bobby's. Just drinking to lose feeling and thoughts, to stop feeling the pain and defenselessness he felt as Dean died, and all the thoughts that came with memories.
"Sam you in here?" Bobby's voice filtered through his thoughts. Looking up as the door opened, Sam squinted as light from the hallway filtered into the darkened room where he had been for the past 24 hours with a bottle of whiskey. "Sam you can't go on this way," Bobby sighed seeing Sam sitting on the floor surrounded by his father's journal, weapons and some belongings of Deans.
"I failed him, after everything he did for me, I failed him. Bobby," Sam looked at the older man, "my brother is in hell." Bobby felt for Sam, he had known both Sam and Dean for as long as he could remember. Following their dad around the country fighting off evil and learning to be soldiers in the never ending war of good vs. evil. Sam seemed to be paying the price too often then not.
"Someone called Dean's cell, someone about your dad's old storage locker. Payment is due and want to know if you'll be paying or coming to load up everything there." Sam thought for a moment, remembering when he and Dean first learned about the locker, it wasn't even a year ago.
"I'll go check things out, maybe there will be something there, an answer!" Sam suddenly jumped and blew past the older man, quickly leaving in the impala. Bobby just shook his head and walked down stairs to the kitchen. He needed a drink, this was the second time he had dealt with one of the Winchester boys losing a brother, and from what he could see Sam wasn't too far off the mark of following Dean into becoming obsessed about finding a way to bring the dead back to life.
"Damned Winchesters, got nothing but death wishes and 9 lives." He muttered.
Sam reached the storage locker within a day's drive, straight. When opening the locker he stared at the shelves of stuff in the room, some boxes were stacked in the corner and a table covered in dusty stuff and trinkets. Flicking the light he walked towards the shelf of books when something caught his eye, a box. It wasn't as dusty as the rest of the stuff, meaning it had been disturbed more recently than the rest or it was new. Detouring to inspect it, Sam saw his dad's scrawl written in black marker clearly saying: 'Dean'. Opening the box he saw random things, toys that Dean had while growing up, the few pictures left of their mom with Dean or their dad. Sifting further into the box Sam found notebooks, random pieces of paper, cassettes and video recorder tapes with a hand held video camera. Furrowing his brow, Sam picked up the camera and a tape marked simply by a date, '06/19/03'.
Popping the tape in and turning the camera on Sam started to view the tape.
'Ello peoples! Here we are on a our lovely hunting trip cross-country for oh I don't know...what would you say Deanna? The ba zillionth time?' There was no one in the picture, instead the view outside of a moving car, while narrated by a females voice doing a fake British accent. When the camera started to move it moved to her while she posed like she was thinking hard before she moved the camera again. This time landing on Dean who was driving.
'I'm not Deanna, skank,' Dean threw over his shoulder as he weaved through traffic and smiling.
'Whatever you say Deanna, don't mind Deedee, she-he is a sour puss who doesn't get any action!' The girl said to the camera while wagging her eyebrows. 'And with Deanna and I is my brother dearest and the smelliest there is, well aside from Deanna's laundry, Teague the Tea-bag! bad trumpet entrance impression." The screen moved to a young man sitting next to Dean in the front seat. He had his head laying against the seat and was trying to ignore the camera, and was succeeding before another girl came into the picture and started to do something to his ear on the right, what she was doing couldn't be seen by the camera. Whatever it was the guy, Teague shot up from his lounging position while rubbing his furiously. "And Tea-bag just got a special treat from the special Gin!" The screen showed Gin, a girl with flaming red hair with soft blue eyes. Turning her attention to the camera she blew and kiss and smiled flirtatiously. "Ok... that's enough of that. Save the mushy gushy for Tea-bag, please!" The narrators voice came, the view became shaky before there was a pause and then a jump and once again the view was centered in on the original camera-woman. Motioning to the camera to 'be quiet' she slowly moved closer tot he front seat where Dean sat lounging in the passenger's seat, sleeping. Out of no where she produced a feather and started to slowly run over Dean's face. At first Dean didn't do anything, but slowly and surely his face would twitch or he'd swat at whatever was tickling him. The entire time the girl in the picture was trying not laugh. Suddenly she pulled the feather back and licked the side of Dean's face, causing him to shoot up and hit his head on the ceiling, causing both girls to crack up laughing.
"What the fuck?!" Dean exclaimed wiping his face where he was licked.
"Oops?" The girl said giggling.
"Oops? You just accidentally licked my face?" Dean looked at her like she was crazy before he dived over the front of the seat and started tickling her.
"And this is Deanna and Rej's foreplay...so we're going to turn the camera away from that un-godly sight and look at moi!" The camera shook again and then showed the red head who was earlier called 'Gin'. "As previously stated I am the all wonderful Gin, short for and Ginny, but I like Gin. Sounds more mysterious!" She said dramatically before looking to her side at where Dean and Rej were, "ok if you guys wanted the backseat to your selves all you had to do was ask! Yeesh, hogs I swear. Raised in a barn and all!"
"Nope just the back seat!" Dean's voice could be heard slightly muffled while Rej laughed.
"Dean...why is your head in my sister's shirt?" A guy's voice came in, the camera moved to see Teague staring at the car like it was diseased.
"She's trying to suffocate me!" Dean's muffled voice responded, Gin moved the camera to show Dean's head, indeed, under Rej's shirt while Rej laid across the back seat and was laughing hard. Dean was straddling her legs and his head rested on her stomach. "Your stomach is very loud you know that, Rej?" Dean asked, still muffled.
"What?" Rej looked down at her stomach.
"It's very loud, I don't think it likes me," Dean pulls his head out from the shirt and looks at he rstomach, "shh, not so loud!" He said is a bad version of a little kids voice being serious. This caused Rej to curl up in fits of laughter, causing Dean to fall on to her more, laughing. Looking up at the camera he smiled and waved at the camera.
"I swear they are nuts," Teague's voice muttered from behind the camera while Gin laughed softly and switched the camera off.
Rewinding the tape Sam paused it where Dean looked at the camera. In the little bits of the tape Sam was seeing a side of his brother he never really saw. He wasn't chasing after the nearest and easiest girl or drinking, he was being a regular guy with some friends. Closing the the screen of the camera Sam found more tape sin the box, all marked with dates around the same time as the first. Grabbing the entire box he headed out the door only to be met with the owner of the storage area. "Here," he handed him a wad of money and locked the compartment before taking off.
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