Souless666, cold kagome, Rraz45, JJJFan
After lunch, Sam paid the check and they walked outside.
"Well, um… We should get back to the hotel. I and Dean need sleep. We drove all night trying to find whatever the hell this is." John said.
Sam saw Dean flinch and cower into himself. He went pale and kept his head down. Sam sighed; he had to stay out of it. Whatever happened wasn't Sam's business. Sam nodded. They went to the hotel room and Sam sat there fidgeting. He couldn't get Dean's haunted, terrified face. All of sudden he noticed muffled screaming. He walked over to the wall and pressed his ear to it.
"Please, sir, please. I'm sorry. Not tonight."He heard Dean plead.
"Shut it boy! I don't want to hear a peep unless I tell you to." John ordered.
It was quiet for a moment and Sam was worried. Then he suddenly heard a banging. Sam was confused for a minute. Then it dawned on him and he backed up quickly; gagging. Sam couldn't believe this. He quickly grabbed some papers for the case and flew out his door. He knocked on the door nervously. He waited a few minutes and then knocked harder.
John jerked up at the sound of knocking.
"Get in the bathroom and get clean, you maggot. Move!" John ordered.
Dean nodded, still not having permission to speak. He limped into the bathroom and shut it. John quickly got dressed and opened the door. He saw Sam standing awkwardly. John groaned on the inside. This kid has bad timing.
"Hey, what's going on?" John asked. Irritation bled through his voice.
"Do you mind if I fill you or Dean in on the case?" Sam asked calmly.
John rubbed his face. "Yeah, you and Dean go to a diner or something. I'll look over the papers when I get up and see if you noticed anything I didn't and then we will go from there." John said.
Sam nodded and waited patiently.
"Dean." John called out. "You and Sam are going to go work on the case." John ordered.
John then grabbed Dean's arm and whispered in his ear. "You will behave and listen to Sam; you will be in severe trouble. That is an order."
Dean nodded frantically. He went awkwardly over by Sam and nodded a hello. His posture was stiff and he stood straight.
"Come on Dean. We will go in my car and go to a better looking diner. We can bring you back something John." Sam said.
John nodded and closed the door. He knew Dean would order what he wanted. He lied on a bed and passed out immediately.
Sam watched Dean. Dean silently sat down and looked forward.
"So… How are you?" Sam asked conversationally.
Dean shrugged and looked out the window.
"Um…You can talk to me." Sam replied.
"Um, okay then. I'm fine. You?" Dean asked nervously. His hands were fluttering on his lap.
"I'm doing good." Sam lied. "So are you hungry for anything particular?"
Dean shook his head. "Whatever you are hungry for Sammy."
Sam nodded curtly, then frowned. "Did you just call me Sammy?"
Dean flinched shakily and hovered by the door. "So..Sorry. It slipped out. I didn't mean to. Don't tell John please. I will do anything." He pleaded.
"Dean, Dean. Relax, it's okay. Just relax." Sam said quickly.
Dean gulped some air in and was clutching on the door handle. He nodded and only relaxed a little bit. They pulled into a decent looking Diner and parked.