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NOTE#1: This is a result of an offering to continue where T.L. Arens' left off in Ugly Truth. So this is the continuation of that great little one shot. You can go to my favs list and read it or you can go to T.L. Arens' page and read it from there. T.L.- So here's your long awaited continuation. Hope it's everything you wanted! Meaty… (Smiles for T.L.) I appreciate the chance to play with your story!
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Ugly Truth Continued…
Previously…
Sam had woke up three weeks ago to no Dean. At first he really hadn't thought one way or another about it. Dean was a grown man he would show up when he chose to show up.
Sam just hung around the motel waiting on him. He spent evenings at the local bar, hustling pool and making new… friends.
And waiting…
But since the hippy, Sam went to the woman's place. Didn't bring the ladies back to the place he shared with Dean, if nothing else he was still a quick learner. But every time he came back to the motel it was empty. It was always Deanless.
After a week of waiting, Sam placed a call to Bobby. Bobby promised to call Dean and find out what was going on. Because Dean sure wasn't answering Sam's calls.
So, Sam again waited and waited some more.
He was learning the patterns on the ugly green wallpaper intimately, different shades of green with black diamond shapes haphazardly plopped in the middle and hell, all over. Weird. Maybe the fucking wallpaper caused Dean to take off. Sam mused as he lay on the bed just staring at the room, hands behind his head. Above the bed was a water stain that resembled an outline of a shark; again weird. The arching line of spots above his headboard… he could swear it was blood splatter, rust in its color, that had to be the weirdest. Well, it was a toss up between the spots and the wallpaper.
But he couldn't forget the couple in the next room, Ugh! He really hoped they checked out soon. Otherwise he might have to pay them a visit to tell them to quiet the fuck down, he chuckled as he thought about how that comment would sound.
Still more waiting…
Another night at the bar and another night with a new chick.
But according to Dean Law, Sam wasn't supposed to be seeing women right now. He should be suffering because Dean was missing. He was. Just in the arms of the next willing woman he ran into. He had even discussed this with Dean in that diner. Well, he had discussed this was a no-no with Dean. But for being wrong… it was a lot of… fun.
Bobby finally called Sam back the next day. Bobby was officially freaked because Dean wasn't answering his calls either.
Bobby then suggested Cas might be able to help.
Sam explained that Cas never returned calls or answered prayers from Sam.
To which Bobby replied, I'll get back with you.
Another night and another woman…
And Bobby called back. Cas was looking into it.
At Bobby's request Sam headed to his place. All his and Dean's stuff thrown in the back of a stolen car. After arriving at Bobby's he deposited the belongings in their old room and then he ditched the car. Literally, wiped it clean and left in a ditch on the other side of town. He'd probably hear how that was wrong from Dean when he got back. So, he saved Dean the trouble and added it to the bad, do not do again list.
His boredom left him wandering around Bobby's house and reading titles of the books in the library. He remembers Sammy loved this room. All the books, the knowledge, the ability to loose himself there for hours. Huh, weird. Ok, Sammy needed a life… other than the boring one he'd led before he lost his soul… Can't say that out loud he thought, people would freak the hell out.
Which led him to begin to wonder again where Dean had gotten off to. In turn that caused him to search out Bobby to see if Cas had found him yet. Because Sam had to admit it was boring without Dean around to help keep him entertained.
Back to the alley behind the club where Dean was currently slouched against the wall…
Dean didn't want to go on without Sammy… and definately not with the soulless clone that claimed he wanted Sammy's soul back. Sam reminded Dean of a demon laying claim to a body and not wanting to give it up. He was beyond tired of the Winchesters always getting the shitty end of the stick. Even saving the world, granted them no slack. It was getting old and he was done fighting.
Being alone sucked and he was done with that too.
Dean looked down at his gun, his favorite gun. The one his Sammy had picked out for them one Christmas, choosing matching ones. It was an awesome gun. Silver with pearl handles and the engraved scrollwork on the sides. Sammy's was tucked in his waistband even now.
He looked up at the sky, it was a starless night, moon hidden behind clouds. He chuckled humorlessly. Figures, he thought feeling angry. He was going to die with no light to guide him except the friggin' lamppost down the alley to his left. Well, he guessed he didn't need light where he was going anyways. Back downstairs… hell.
Do not pass go… go directly to hell. He chuckled, that'd be funny if he wasn't trying so hard not to cry.
Sitting on the filthy ground in a stinking, puke smelling alley behind a closed night club seemed fitting. He needed to do one thing before he could go. Even though Bobby had betrayed him, he had been a big part of Dean and Sammy's lives and he didn't want to keep him wondering about what happened to him. So he would do for Bobby what Bobby hadn't done for him.
He called Bobby.
Bobby answered on the first ring, "Dean where are you kid?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm just calling to tell you where to pick up the body so that you aren't left wondering what happened. Tell Sam he can go back to doing what ever the hell he wants. Salt…" Dean said in an emotionless voice.
"Shut the fuck up, Dean." Bobby snarled, his voice shaking, "You mean to tell me you called me up to tell me where to… your body?" Bobby sputtered in his anger and fear, " Pick up… after… where the hell are you?" Bobby finally managed to stutter out.
Bobby snapped at Sam who had just walked in, motioning him to take his cell phone and mouthed, "Call Cas. Tell him here… now." Bobby motioned as he mouthed the words.
Sam nodded and left the room to call Cas.
"Dean." Bobby said slowly before continuing, "I need you to tell me where you are."
Dean sighed, sometimes people were slow in the uptake, "That's why I called, Bobby."
"Dean, what's wrong? You can…" Bobby started, only to be interrupted by Dean.
"It's too late for that Bobby. Just…" Dean sighed again before stating flatly, "I'm done fighting the inevitable. The Winchesters are never going to get a break and frankly I'm done waiting for it."
Cas appeared. Bobby holding up a hand to silence Cas as he asked Dean, "Where are you?" Cas came over and Bobby shared the phone with him.
"Behind the only nightclub in Bonders, North Carolina. Keys will be in my pocket, give them to Sam. Everything else I don't care." Cas disappeared, "Bye, Bobby. Tell Sam goodbye." The line went dead.
"Shitshitshit!" Bobby chanted, hoping Cas got there in time.
"What's the matter?" Sam asked, a confused look on his face.
"Dean…" Bobby's voice cracked, turning to face Sam.
Cas appeared in the alley in a flash of light and to a boom of thunder which startled Dean. Huh, Dean thought, that's new. Cas stalked over to Dean and grabbed the gun before Dean could gather his thoughts.
"Cas you ass, give it back." Dean snapped, reaching for his gun as he stood up to face Cas, stepping towards him.
"No." Cas stated firmly, waist banding the gun as he stared Dean down.
Dean clenched his fists to his side, "Leave Cas, this doesn't concern you."
Cas was instantly in Dean's face, "This doesn't concern me?" He was standing nose to nose with Dean, "How do you come to that conclusion?"
Dean said in a near toneless voice, " Michael no longer needs me to fulfill his destiny… the apocalypse is averted. You angels…"
Cas shoved Dean back up against the wall as he raised his voice loud enough to vibrate windows, "You angels? You angels? You call me one of them, like I haven't fought alongside you for years now… after everything I have done for you!"
Dean's mind skittered quickly to the beat down Cas gave him for leaving to say yes to Michael. Dean chuckled, that had been in an alley, too.
Dean gave a small smile as he tried for his I-don't-give-a-shit tone of voice, "Maybe I taught you some things after all."
Cas grabbed him by his jacket and shook him, "Yes, you did. You don't give up on family… or friends."
Dean's smile fell away, "Cas, we will never win… ok, I know I'm a thick headed bastard, but I finally get it… Okay?" he said in an almost whisper, looking down.
"But…" Cas looked confused as he said in a lowered voice, his hands fell away from Dean's jacket, " You won and you saved the world."
Dean said in a defeated voice, tears in his eyes, "Yeah but I lost my brothers. Both of them, Cas. The one I raised and the one I never got a chance to know."
"Dean… I can help you get Sammy back. I have been making inquiries. I've been talking to the Seraphim." Cas said, releasing his hold on Dean.
Dean backed up moving sideways and away from the wall, "I'm not falling for that, Cas."
Confusion once again crossed Cas' face. "I haven't asked…"
"Why are you just now telling me this? When you think I'm checking out." Dean said suspiciously, taking more steps sideways and away from the wall.
"I wanted to be sure before I discussed this with you." Cas stated.
"So, you're sure now? Perfect timing Cas." Dean said in a dead tone yet still managing to lace the statement with sarcasm, now he stood in the middle of the alleyway and was once again standing in front of Cas. With the wall he'd been facing, now behind him. He slowly back up, putting more distance between him and Cas.
"Dean… it will not be easy. But if you want it bad enough, we can do this. I will help you. The Seraph that I spoke with gave me an idea where to look."
Dean leaned back against the wall and stared at Cas, "And what exactly are we looking for?"
Cas frowned and said, "I thought we were looking for Sam's soul. It's not in hell."
TBC
