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Just Another Bad Day

Chapter two

Sam watched from the car as Dean walked back to the booth and sat back down, he moaned softly as the pain in his side intensified.

"Ahhh come on Dean." Sam didn't feel well and all he wanted was to get back to the motel and rest. He had seen Dean earlier flirting with one of the waitresses and hoped he wasn't going to hang around the diner waiting to talk to her. Right now all he wanted was to be in bed hopefully sleeping off the pain. He waited a few minutes then figured if his brother wasn't ready to leave he was. He knew the motel was only a few blocks away and he could walk there and Dean could stay at the diner as long as he wanted and have his fun. He climbed out of the car and headed for the diner to tell Dean he was leaving.

As soon as he stepped through the door he immediately sensed something was wrong. He glanced around and could see everyone looking at him and could see the fear and apprehension on their faces. He looked back toward Dean who gave his head a small shake trying to warn him off but it was too late. Jim walked over to him and stuck a gun in his back.

"You never should have come back kid."

Jim said as he reached out and shoved Sam down the aisle toward the booths.

"Go sit down." He ordered. As he pushed Sam he felt a hard metal object in the back of Sam's belt. "What the hell's this?" He asked as he pulled up Sam's jacket and grabbed the gun out of his back waistband.

Dean held his breath waiting to see what was going to happen.

"You a cop?" Jim asked grabbing Sam by his arm and spinning him around. Dean's body tensed, he knew he was too far away to help Sam without taking the chance that one of the patrons of the diner could be hurt, but if they hurt his brother he'd have no choice.

Sam said nothing, only glared at him.

"I asked you a question kid!" Jim yelled as he used the back of his gun to slap Sam hard across his face. Sam gave a little grunt of pain as a cut opened up on his cheek but he still refused to talk. When his brother was hit Dean started to get up but sat back down when Frank pointed the gun in his direction. Jim then frisked Sam for other weapons. When he didn't find any he took Sam's wallet out of his pocket and looked for a badge, or any indication that he was a cop. When he didn't find any, he took the money out of the wallet and shoved it in his own pocket then handed the empty wallet back to Sam, he then shoved him down the aisle.

"Go sit down!" Jim ordered. Sam walked down the aisle and at first wasn't going to sit near Dean thinking maybe the men didn't know they were together and it would be better if they stayed apart. He figured maybe one of them could cause a diversion while the other one jumped the men. But as Sam walked past Dean Frank yelled to him.

"Sit with your friend." Frank had seen Sam through the window before he and Jim had entered the restaurant and had seen Dean and Sam sitting together. Sam had no choice but to sit at Dean's booth.

"You okay?" Dean asked as he poured some of his water onto a napkin and held it up to Sam's cheek to wipe away the blood.

"Yeah." Sam took the napkin out of Dean's hand and held it against his cut. "What's this all about?"

"I don't know… it doesn't seem like a robbery. If it was they wouldn't be hanging around here, they would have grabbed the money and already be gone."

Their waitress heard them and waited till the two men were talking to each other and not paying attention to them, she then slowly backed up till she was standing next to their table.

"It isn't." Sandy said. "At least I don't think it is." She whispered.

"What do you know?" Dean asked.

"One of them was in here last night asking about Angela Rossati."

"Who's she?"

"She's the daughter of one of the richest men in town. I think this could be a kidnapping."

"Well they obviously don't care that we saw their faces or they would have worn masks." Sam said then looked at Dean. "Which could be a bad sign." He added. They both knew that could mean they weren't planning on leaving any witnesses."

"Unless they're already on the run and the cops are already looking for them…. maybe they don't have any thing to lose."

"Great." Sam knew nothing was more dangerous then men who had nothing to lose.

"Does this Angela come in here often?" Dean asked.

"A few times a week, she's a real party girl and tonight's Saturday night. She'll probably be in after the bars close."

"How are we going to play this?" Sam asked Dean.

"We just have to see how it goes, there are too many people in here to try and jump them."

"Dean we can't let them take that girl out of here without trying to stop them."

"We just might have to do that Sam. We can't risk these people's lives." Dean looked at Sam and could see beads of perspiration forming on his face. He reached over and put his hand on his brother's forehead, Sam quickly pushed his hand away. "You're burning up Sam, what's wrong?" He then remembered Sam wincing with pain earlier. "Is it your side? Are you still in pain?"

"I'm okay." Sam knew he wasn't okay, the pain was back even more then before, but they were in enough trouble already and he didn't want Dean to waste energy worrying about him, they had enough to worry about already.

"Don't lie to me Sam; you're hurting again aren't you?"

TBC