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Beneath the Surface

2. Arriving

Sam looked out at the darkened sky as he drove his brothers precious Impala. Dean had finally relented a few hours ago and let Sam behind the wheel, after nearly falling asleep while driving. Sam had been waiting for the lack of sleep to catch up to his stubborn brother and eventually no amount of loud music was keeping him alert. Sam had to give his brothers endurance credit thought, for even after they had finally swapped seats, Dean still refused to fall asleep straight away. It took at least 2 hours before his body's needs overrode what Dean wanted.

It had been at least an hour since Dean fell asleep and Sam was grateful that he had managed to stay asleep so far. Although looking at his brother, Sam realized that Dean's sleep was anything but peaceful. Dean's face was in a constant frown and his neck looked to be in the most uncomfortable position, which Sam was sure his neck was going to be incredibly sore when he woke up. Despite this fact Sam didn't have the heart to wake him, Dean needed the sleep.

Thankfully because of Dean's fast driving they were almost in Colorado Springs after driving almost all day, which was a good thing because Sam was tired of being in the car and they could both use a bed right about now. If it wasn't for their fathers text message Sam would have suggested that they take a little time to regroup after Dean's little brush with death.

Sam knew that that was the reason Dean was having trouble sleeping. Sam also knew that Dean still blamed himself for Marshall Hall's death and Layla's impending death. In fact Sam was sure that Dean would always feel guilty about it no matter how many times Sam told him otherwise. Not that Dean would actually talk about it. No Dean was going to bottle it all up and try to deal with his emotions all by himself like he always did. Sam would let it go for now because he knew that Dean liked to avoid chick-flick moments like the plague, but if he saw that it was starting to get too much then he was going to intervene whether Dean liked it or not.

He still couldn't stop feeling anger every time he thought of his father. He was wondering what the hell his father had been thinking when he got Sam's message, telling him about Dean dying. For as long as Sam could remember John's obsession had always come before anything they had wanted. But Sam had honestly hoped that when push came to shove and his sons really needed him that he would come through for them. Ever since Jessica had been killed Sam had had a better understanding of John'sthirst for revenge. There was nothing more that Sam wanted than to get the evil son of a bitch that had taken his mother and then the love of his life, but not at the expense of his family. Dean's life and his fathers for that matter were more important. He had heard John say time and again that Dean and Sam were all he had left, but when his eldest son was dying he did nothing but send them more coordinates. Not only did Dean need him but Sam himself could have used the support because he wasn't sure what he would have done, had Deanactuallyhave died. Sam probably would have been less angry if John hadn't have contacted them at all, because now Sam just got the impression that their father was too absorbed in his crusade to care.

Sam shook his head to clear it. Thinking about their dad was just making him angry and he realized the angrier he got the more increased in speed they got. He eased his foot off the accelerator and slowed down to the speed limit.

In the distance Sam could see the sign welcoming them to Colorado Springs and gave a sigh of relief. It had been a long day. Still on the main roadhe saw a Motel coming up and thought it was probably a good idea to stop there for the night. It was just outside of town, but close enough to not be a problem if they decided to stay there for the duration of this job. As they got closer Sam could see the neon Motel Sign saying "The Cascade Hills Motel" and thankfully it was advertising vacancies.

Sam looked towards his brother when he heard him mumble something in his sleep, as he turned the car into the Motel parking lot. He parked the car and turned towards the passenger seat to see if Dean was going to wake up. He shifted a bit but otherwise showed no signs of waking. Sam shrugged his shoulders and opened the car door with a loud creak, causing Dean to start awake.

"I'm sorry!" he called out

Sam stuck his head back into the car, "What?"

Dean looked confused for a moment, then taking a look at his surroundings and realized he was sitting in his car. "What?" he asked.

"You said you were sorry! For what?"

"I did?" Dean asked; "Um it was nothing." he lied

"You're sure?" Sam asked, looking concerned.

"Yeah. It was just a dream," Dean said bringing his hand up to massage his sore neck "Dude how long was I asleep for? My neck is killing me."

"Oh about an hour. I just pulled up to a Motel not far from town."

"Oh Okay. I guess I'll get our bags." Dean told him opening the door and getting out of the car, stretching.

"I'll be back in a moment." Sam said tossing Dean the keys and heading towards the main building to get their room.

Dean caught the keys with ease and watched Sam walk towards the main building of the Motel. He sighed. If it wasn't bad enough that he couldn't stop thinking about Nebraska when he was awake, when he finally did manage to fall asleep he still couldn't escape it. He could still see Layla's face clear as day. Although in his dream Layla was already dead and Layla's mother was blaming him. He had had nothing to say to the grieving woman but sorry. But sorry wasn't good enough, because in Dean's eyes he was to blame. He ground his palm into his tired eyes and tried to shake off the dream. He walked over to the trunk and opened it, then grabbed both his and Sam's bags from on top of his secret weapons compartment and dumped them on the asphalt next to the car. After closing the trunk he leaned back against his car, relishing the cool night air, while waiting for Sam to come back with their room keys.

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Sam opened the glass door to the Motel lobby and walked in. The kid at the counter looked up upon hearing Sam enter and put down the magazine he had been reading. He didn't look to be any older than 16 years old, wearing the typical homeboy gear that teenage boys seem to like.

"Hey Man! You want me to hook you up with a room?" the kid asked.

"Yeah that would be great," Sam answered ever so politely "I need one withtwo beds if you have them please." he added hopefully.

"No worries, how long?"

"At the moment just for the night."

"No Problem. That'll be fifty nine bucks. Cash or credit?"

Sam wasn't exactly thrilled scamming credit card companies but right now they just didn't have the funds and it was better than sleeping in the car.

"You take Mastercard?" he asked looking up at the kid while taking out his wallet.

"Sure do!"

"Here ya go." Sam said handing him the card that Dean had applied for him, with the name Sam Hill on it. He mentally shook his head at his brother's choice in fake names.

"So anything going on around here of any interest?" Sam asked as the kid processed his card.

"Nah not really," the kid said, then looked thoughtful "Well unless you count the freak bear attacks lately." He added.

"What do you mean freak bear attacks?"

"Oh up at Pikes Peak a few of the tourists have gone missing. Cops are thinking it's a grizzly."

"Wouldn't they have found bodies if it was a bear attack?" Sam asked taking the card back.

"Well that's why I said freak. Anyways I'm not really sure of the full story." The kid explained taking Sam's signed credit card slip from him.

"Okay well thanks …"

"Joel." The kid supplied.

"Thanks Joel." Sam said smiling before walking out the back to where Dean was waiting by the Impala.

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Dean who had been laying on his back on top of the Impala's trunk, got up when he heard Sam approaching.

"Dude what took you so long?"he asked irritably.

"It wasn't that long and I was chatting to the kid, Joel, in there. Apparently there have been some bear attacks at Pikes peak."

"And?" Dean asked grabbing his bag and following Sam to their room.

"I'll tell you later lets just get some rest," Sam told him and then looked at his watch "It's already eleven pm"

"OoOo past you bedtime is it Sammy?" Dean teased.

"Shut up jerk." Sam replied opening the door to their room.

"You shut up bitch!"

Sam just shook his head at his brother as he closed the Motel room door.

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TBC ...

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