Hey it's me again. I am truly sorry about the extreme lateness of this chapter. I was really busy through September and had a lot of problems even uploading this. But better late than never, I guess. :) Enjoy!
Inside was a man about Dean's age with wavy brown hair cut into a bowl cut, with his bangs sliding over his eyes.
"I take it you're Matt," Dean stated, his gun hanging loosely in his hand.
"My, my:" the man stood. "At least John had one smart kid. Too bad he couldn't have gotten two."
Dean drew the gun before Matt could even make a move: "What's that supposed to mean?"
The man laughed: "We'll have to find out, won't we?"
Matt jumped up, risking getting shot by Dean, and kicked out his knees. Two shots rang out; the bullets impeding themselves in the ceiling. Matt grabbed the gun out of Dean's hand and pinned him to the floor. The vibrating of his phone in his pocket caused Matt to pause for a moment.
"Are you going to get that? It seems important." Dean quipped.
"Shut up," Matt replied. Holding Dean's gun at its owner's head, Matt answered his phone.
"What do you want, Bobby?"
"Matt? What's that noise in the background?" Bobby answered. "Where are you?"
"Oh it's nothing:" he kicked Dean in the ribs to keep him quiet.
"Matt! You better not be muddling around in that stupid town. I told you to get out of dodge!"
"Sorry, Bobby, I can't do that. I'll call you later, ok? Something just came up."
Sam walked into the hotel room. He had been doing a little bit of research at the library after his quest at the coroner's office failed.
"Dean?" Sam half shouted as he looked up. Noticing the scene before him, he froze. "Who the hell are you?"
"No one," Matt answered, "Now if you don't want me to put a bullet through your brother's skull I would turn around and face the wall."
Sam obeyed, slowly. He wondered how they were going to get out of this one.
Meanwhile…
A teenage girl calls her older brother's phone over and over. He never picks up. Over and over the girl leaves the same message: "Where are you? I love you. I need you. Why did you have to leave me?" She sits in her mother's house on his bed, waiting for him to return for her and get her out of her alcoholic mother's house.
She picks up a framed picture of her father, mother, brother, and her taken about five years ago. They were on a trip to Arizona, to visit the Grand Canyon. They were happy. They were a family. But that was then.
Her mother yells up the stairs about how her life is so terrible and how no one is ever thankful for her being there, but the girl just ignores her. She's too busy with her own problems.
Back at the motel…
Matt ties Dean to one of the chairs next to the small table and trains the gun on Sam's head.
"You know I could really kill you. I would be totally indifferent, have a clear conscience even. I'd never give it a second thought. You're a monster." Matt whispered into Sam's ear.
"Leave him alone. You're crazy," Dean shouted. He would do anything to fix this right now.
Matt turns around to address Dean, but suddenly freezes. In fact the whole room freezes except Dean.
A short middle aged guy with slightly long hair, almost as long as Sam's, walks in and addresses Dean, "So are you just about ready to give this up, Dean?"
"What do you mean?" Dean asks, "Who are you?"
"Okay," the man answers, "Hate to break it to you princess, but you know you're not really in the situation to ask questions."
"But I don't understand," Dean protested, scanning the room for his gun.
"You will, soon enough," the man answered. "I'm just trying to jumpstart a prophecy. You know, so that I can minimize the damage."
"Whatever," Dean answered, huffing out his breath. He didn't have time for this. His time was slowly draining out. His baby brother was going down a dangerous road and he couldn't stop him.
"Can you save Sam?" Dean blurted out, his thoughts jumbling.
"If my plan works, everyone should be saved," the mysterious man answers.
"Why are you telling me this?" Dean eyes his gun, which he finally located in Matt's hand. He could hardly remember anything that happened before this crazy guy froze time. What can even freeze time?!
"I'm telling you this because I need you," the man answers, getting slightly frustrated with Dean's incompetence.
"What?"
The man finally turned his back on Dean, causing the hunter to make a mad dash for the gun. He fired off a few shots before the gun whips out of his hand and everything goes black.
A few seconds later…
Matt snaps awake, "What the hell?"
Sam feels dizzy and tumbles from the wall, landing on his hands and knees. "What just happened?"
"I don't even know," Matt whirls around, "Where'd he go?!"
Matt's phone rings and rings. With the gun still trained on Sam, he picks it up, "Hello?"
Over the line Sam can here Bobby's voice, "What the hell are you idgits thinking?-Matt pauses, trying to find something to tell him- Just as I thought, you weren't thinking. You, Sam and Dean better get your sorry asses to my house before I get over there and bash your heads in!"
"Yeah, about that, Bobby, Dean's gone," Matt answers, scared that Bobby might just drive over here and shoot him. He'd never heard Bobby this mad before.
"What do you mean he's 'gone'?" Bobby screams into the phone.
"I mean he vanished. Poof! Vamoose!" Matt answers, "He just disappeared."
"You idgits can't do anything, can you?!" Bobby yelled, "I'll be over in a few hours. Don't go anywhere. You hear me? I had better find both you and Sam in that motel room alive and well when I get over there or there will be hell to pay."
With that Bobby hung up the phone, spent a few minutes searching for his keys, and drove out of the driveway, going at least fifteen miles per hour over the speed limit. Matt sat down and tossed Dean's gun on the table, safety on, but still loaded.
"So Sam…" he started but didn't really know what to say. He wanted to kill the kid so bad, but he also knew that if Bobby found him gone and Sam's dead body on the ground he wouldn't live to see another day.
"Don't talk to me," Sam answered, angry and annoyed. "It's taking all my self-control right now to not rip you head off."
"Hey, hey. Easy there big guy, I wasn't actually going to do anything," Matt answered smoothly, "I'm not a killer." He wanted to add "like your father" to the end, but decided that if he wanted to stay alive, he should at least try to be polite.
"Yeah, whatever," Sam answered, worn out and wondering what happened to his brother. He wanted to freak out right now and start looking for him, but Bobby was on his way, and he was mad enough to threaten to kill both of them over the phone. He might never forgive Sam if he just up and left.
On the other side of the room Matt starts listening to voice mails. His eyes go slightly glossy, but he doesn't call whoever it was back.
For hours Sam and Matt are completely silent; neither one wanting to show the other their one weakness: Family.
Thanks for reading! Please forgive me for my lateness! I hope to update very soon!
