Dead Man Walking
Ok- so this was originally my "The Other Side" story- my first ever fic. But now, after a crappy 30 hits I've revamped it, and planning to update again- chapters will get muccchhh longer too. (I still cringe at how short they were!)
Thanks again!
Looking forward to updating this again. X Nic
Sam was bored.
He set his now closed laptop down on the motel bed, fed up with searching the endless sites looking for a new job... If hunting counted as a job- it was more like a life sentence to him.
He sighed and glanced up at the clock on the wall- it had just gone ten in the evening. His elder brother, Dean, had gone to get something to eat... nearly an hour ago.
What the hell's taking him so long? He thought with a sigh, standing up and picking up his light brown coat and room key as he walked out the door and closed it behind him.
Sam cast his gaze to the car park- the car was still there anyway; the '67 Chevy Impala. His brothers prized possession.
Sam pulled his coat tighter around him, it was a cold night, the dull streetlights and few shops were the only source of light.
Then he saw a café on the corner of the street.
Whats the betting? He thought sullenly to himself as he walked towards it. The café itself was normal, not very flash at all. He glanced inside- it was nearly empty, except-
He sighed in defeat and pushed the door open, the bell above rang softly. He walked to the corner of the café where his brother was sat between a pair of- surprise, surprise... pretty blonde waitresses.
Sam stopped in front of the table just as Dean looked up, grinning.
'Sammy! I'd like you to meet Laila, and Sarah.' He gestured to each of the girls, who batted their eyelids at him. On another night, he'd be a little interested- they looked pretty decent. College girl's maybe?
He rolled his eyes and nodded to them. Then looked back at his brother, who was now stuffing his face with something.
'About done?' Sam asked, feeling annoyed now- he was tired and so wanted to go to sleep. Dean rolled his eyes and stood up. 'Looks like the party's over girls thanks to killjoy here.' He told them.
They pouted, but stood up and let him out.
Sam headed back to the exit, glad to get out. Dean was pissed off- just because his little brother needed tucking into bed didn't mean he had to leave.
He turned to Sarah- Laila had gone back to work to his intense disappointment. 'I'll call you later.' He winked and she grinned. He turned away and headed to the door Sam held open for him.
'Oh! By the way...' Dean called to Sarah just before the door closed.
'Your apple pie was freaking nice!'
