A/N : Hi guys! As youll discover later in the chapter, in honor of my soon to be braceface status, I did Carlos in a cosmetic change. Forgive me, Carlos!
Dean sat on the bed on the laptop while six feet of baby brother was lumped under the blankets. Assorted meds, crumpled tissues and a bucket were nearby.
"Sam? You alright, Grumpy? " he asked. That question was soon answered by Sam booking it to the bathroom, palm pressed to his mouth.
"Okay. Thats good, Sammy." Dean said, dialing a number of his cell phone. There was a momentary dial tone tone then a very tired sounding trio of teen voices said, "Hello?"
"You guys-" Dean glanced at the decorated fan site up on the screen." Kendall, Logan and Carlos? "
"Yes." This time, one voice answered. It was the older of the three voices.
"Im an investigator for Indiana. Id like to question you three tomorrow if possible." Dean said, half talking and half listening to Sam.
"Thats fine. If it means getting James back." The boys voice was beginning to choke up with tears.
"Meet us outside the motel on West." Dean said.
"Thank you." The boy hung up.
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"Who is this guy again? "James asked. For the first time in two days, he was drinking water. His wrists were bloody and raw and his hands trembled.
"Azazeal. He is my...boss." Meg was standing behind him, stroking his hair in the way that unsettled, yet comforted James.
"And my uncles try to kill him? "James inhaled, his lungs raw from the stale air.
Meg nodded then left. James relaxed once she left. He bet, if he was ever brought home, that no one would recognize him. He was growing thinner and he had suffered several bruises and one black eye.
Outside, Meg rubbed her eyes. She should drain the boys blood like the Winchester. But, she needed him alive. Joshua would come after him and this would present a perfect opportunity to turn him over to Azazeal.
Meg picked up the goblet. And walked away.
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The three boys were standing outside the motel an hour before hand. One had his head in a book, the other had his arm on the shoulders of the smallest one, whos perky purple and green braces didnt match up with the poker face he was wearing.
Dean and Sam, the latter who had ingested enough antiemetics to last his whole life, met them out there.
"Dean Winchester. And this is my brother Sam." (A/N: I know our boys never reveal their real names but this is saving one of BTR from one of the scariest female demon on Supernatural were talking bout.) Dean said, outstretching his hand.
"Hi. Im Kendall, hes Logan.." Kendall gestured to the boy with his head deep in what looked like Jurassic Park." And this is Carlos."
The small boy gave a small smile and a half hearted wave.
"Okay. Id like to ask you some questions." Dean and Sam sat on the hood on the Impala nearby.
"You have anything that was with James at that time? "
At that point, Carlos broke into sobs, bitter loud ones that shook his whole body. Kendall put his arms around both of them after roughly sweeping his eyes with his shirt sleeve.
Logan even seemed to be wiping tears away as Kendall withdrew one object -
A cracked, mangled plastic black comb.