Whoot! Two chapters in one night! I really want to get to little Dean. *sigh* I'm such a magick-fan. XD But don't worry. I don't intend to make him all out of character and...goopy. XD No nap, incidentally. More Supernatural anime. Which I have grown more fond of but still find lacking...and seriously, a giant robot? You know it's anime when there's a giant robot. I think it's cultural fetish. Ah well. XD Wincest=love. As for this story, well, I love brotherly love, and I love brothers who love each other, so I think I'll see how things play out/listen to review suggestions on whether or not there shall be any pairings. XD
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"I'll have a cheeseburger, some fries, and a milkshake."
"What flavor?"
"Anything as sweet as you, lady." Dean said with a sly smile that wasn't well received by the waitress who jotted down without batting an eye-
"Prune. Got it." The woman turned and left before Dean could object and he slunked in his seat a bit.
"Some women got no sense of humor." Dean grumbled before his gaze slid to his silent brother across from him. Sam's gaze was pointedly out the window and he'd hardly said a word all morning. "Jeez, Sam. You act like somebody died."
Sam didn't reply and Dean frowned. "Hey. Sam. I'm talking to you. Earth to Sammy."
"Don't call me that." Sam muttered and Dean scowled.
"Oh, now he speaks."
"I'm thinking, Dean."
"Oh? What about?"
Sam was silent a moment before he slid a paper across the table at Dean that he hadn't even noticed that his brother had had.
"Huh...Dodgers won 11-8...and Miss. America tripped on the runway...this is real good stuff here, Sammy..."
"Not there. Here." Sam pointed to an article.
Dean blinked and then read aloud via skimming. "Quiet Oaks Disappearances...four women all missing in the span of a month...only their clothes left behind...and at each scene, there's...snow or ice...? So...we dealing with Frosty-gone-bad here?"
Sam took the paper back irritably. "It's nothing to joke about, Dean. This is a quiet town. I asked a couple of people at the motel. Nothing like this has happened before."
"Asked around? When'd you do that?"
"While you were still sleeping in the bed." Sam said curtly, as he had slept on the floor.
Dean rubbed the back of his head and muttered something about 'not my fault' when the waitress returned with their food. Apparently, she'd heard some of their conversation because she added.
"It's real strange. All the girls just disappeared, ya know? And I heard from my friend, he's the son of a police officer...apparently there was nothing on the clothes. No hair or DNA or anything...it's like they wiped the clothes clean for some reason and left them there, and always surrounded by ice. I think it's gotta be a hoax, and those girls'll turn up sooner or later...they're all from QOC."
"QOC?" Dean asked.
"Quiet Oaks College, the one and only, if you don't count Westland. And no one does."
"Westland?"
"Kind of a...well, it's sort of...out of place. This whole town was built like two hundred years ago to be a 'model of society' but there were still some...outcasts. Westland was like...the school for the low class. There are still a few places like that in Quiet Oaks. Just kinda...rundown. The Mayor wants to get rid of them and rebuild, but there are still some residents fighting the motion. Don't know why, it's all a bunch of crap..."
"Lynette! Order on table three!" her boss shouted and Lynette scrunched her nose.
"Coming, coming."
"Lynette, wait-" Sam set his hand on her arm gently and she paused. "Can you think of any reason the students would be targeted? Was anything stolen from them?"
"Lynette!"
"I know!" she shouted back, apparently familiar enough with her boss to do so as she shook her head at Sam. "Well that's the other weird thing. It's not like anything was taken from them, except...well, themselves. And as for why...I dunno. Well...there was..." she hesitated and shook her head, apparently thinking the better of her chatter. "Gotta go, nice talking to you."
"Wait-" but Lynette had already gone and Sam frowned.
"Did you see that? Something she was about to say...it was almost like she was...afraid. What do you think, Dean? Dean?"
His brother had his mouth full of hamburger and ketchup dribbling from his chin and he eyed the other with disgust as he tossed a napkin at him. "Clean yourself up. I think we have a case here."
Dean seemed a bit indignant but swallowed and gulped down some water before he wiped his face. "Four girls go missing and the cold-hearted waitress gets edgy. Remind me again how this is our kind of case?"
"Weren't you listening? They just disappeared? With nothing taken? And what's with the ice..."
"I don't know...someone was hot?"
Sam grit his teeth before he rose. "Nevermind, Dean, just forget it." he said before he stalked off.
"Hey, Sammy! Wait! What did I say?" Dean watched him go before he shook his head and began to finish his meal, glowering all the while.
"Stupid...self-centered...arrogant..." Sam muttered angrily in regards to his brother as he stalked off to take a walk. For the past couple of weeks, it was like Dean had been working overtime to piss him off. His childish, hot-head tendencies had been taken to an almost excessive level, in Sam's opinion, and he didn't understand it. Was it some kind of subconscious get-back at Sam for his time without a soul? Or what?
That probably wasn't fair of him to think, but truth be told, he hadn't exactly been himself the past couple of weeks either. More so than his usual...'new' self. Dean's antics, once annoying but fond now agitated him to the point that he just wanted to strangle the other.
"No." Sam stopped walking as that memory assailed him, the memory of Dean's eyes growing dark by his hands and he shuddered in revulsion and pain. Never again.
"Sammy! Sam! Hey, wait up!" Dean jogged up after him and he clapped a hand on Sam's back. "What the Hell? Just up and leave...what's going on with you lately..."
"Going on with me?" Sam demanded as he whirled around, angry and on the defensive given the mental torment he'd just put himself through. "You're the one running around acting like a...child! Jeez, babysitting my older brother...as if things weren't bad enough."
Dean's expression went from confused, irritated, and almost concerned to thunderous instantly. "Babysitting? Is that what you call me saving your ass over and over again?"
"It's what I call carting you around when you're stumbling drunk! Or having to keep you in line because you hit on anything that moves! You don't take your responsibilities seriously at all! How am I supposed to depend on you?" The words flew from his mouth before he could think them through, and he could tell from the slapped-look on Dean's face that that last line had hurt him.
But Dean hid it quickly enough as he took a step back and spoke lowly. "So I'm an unreliable, worthless, drunken pervert you're stuck with. Is that what you're saying, Sam?"
"No...that's not...what I meant. It's just, Dean...you're so... "
"So what, Sam?"
"..."
Dean stared hard at Sam a moment as he looked away, and after a moment of silence had passed Dean nodded. "Okay. Got it. Loud and clear. You don't want me around, hey, no problem. I'm gone."
"Dean..."
"Later." was the only reply he gave Sam as he gave a backwards salute as he walked away.
As Sam reluctantly turned and walked the other way, he didn't notice something in the alley beside him.
A pair of red, faintly glowing eyes watched the scene and when the brothers had gone, the red slid away as the eyes closed and left darkness instead.
Eyes that saw the frayed threads of fate, the threads of their bond, surrounding the brothers, and the little imps gnawing them apart.
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Bwah! I really wanna go for a third chapter involving Sammy in a bar and ill-spoken wish...but we'll see. I might go to the midnight showing of Rise of the Planet of the Apes and I've got work in the morning... _...but since it's my eight hour job instead of my twelve-and-a-half hour job...I'm less worried about being tired. XD MUWAHA! I feel good about this story. I'm quite excited to be writing it, and that I've already got people reading it. -insert happy dance here- XD~
