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Chapter 2
Traffic finally lightened up as Dean drew nearer the housing development where the safe house was located. He kept an eye on everyone around him being sure he wasn't being tailed by anyone. His one requirement when he took a job was that only his boss knew what missions he went on and no one else. He would have contact with only him and if things went south, Dean would go to plan B. That way if things went sideways he knew the screw up wasn't from them. Dean drove down the street and turned around at the end giving the area a crucial once over before driving out and going down the next street over to find a place to leave his vehicle so he could go in from the rear and not be seen. He found a place for his SUV that wouldn't be noticed and got out grabbing his pack and heading for the house on the other street.
Three heads in the house looked toward the back door when a sudden knocking sounded. The two detectives rose up and pulled their guns as they made their way into the kitchen. One stood to the side with his gun ready and the other went to the door, carefully opening it to find a stranger standing there. He was tall, bulked and would be a formable foe if provoked.
"Can I help you?" he asked Dean who tried to look non-threatening.
"The DA sent me for extra security." Dean said holding up his credentials for the guy to see and giving him a letter from the DA.
"We didn't get any notice of that." the cop said as he unfolded the letter and skimmed it before looking back at Dean again. He didn't like outside help, but was not one to question the bosses.
"Probably not, we're pretty tight lipped about things." he said waiting patiently to be let in. "You gonna let me in or not?"
"Come on in and join the party." he said stepping aside. "Name's Clay and that's Brian."
"Hey." Brian said lowering his gun and relaxing.
"Dean Winchester." he greeted them as he stepped inside and closed the door, flipping the lock.
Sam had stood just outside the room and stepped into the doorway to see the newcomer. He gave him a once over noticing he looked buff from what he could see and waited for introductions.
"Mr. Campbell, this is Dean Winchester. He's been hired by the DA as added protection." Clay said seeing Sam standing in the shadows of the doorway.
"Hello." Sam said stepping closer and holding out his hand to Dean.
"Mr. Campbell, nice to meet you." Dean said politely taking his hand and shaking it firmly.
"Please, just call me Sam." Sam said smiling at the man, already liking him.
"Sam it is. The DA is playing it safe. Seems you're a valuable witness and doesn't wanna take any chances with something happening to you." Dean replied sitting his pack on the counter as he scanned the inside of the kitchen.
Sam could sense the seriousness in the man as he watched him take in his surroundings with critical eyes. He could tell by his body language that he was a no nonsense guy that didn't take crap from anyone and took his job very seriously. Dean seemed to know what he was doing and none questioned him as he continued his inspection. He stepped aside as Dean ventured into the living room to inspect it and then made his way toward the bedrooms. Sam strolled back into the living room and took a seat picking up the book he was reading and flipped to where he had left off. He kept glancing toward the hall waiting for Dean to reappear.
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Dean gave the guy he was hired to protect a quick glance thinking he was a tall one, probably a couple inches taller than himself and looked in halfway decent shape. At least that was a plus on his side if they had to move quickly. He made his way into the living room and checked out the security there before making his way down a hall to find three bedrooms and a bathroom. After checking each bedroom out, Dean's brain began to whirl as he worked on battle plans and escape routes. He had a knack for quickly accessing a situation and picking the best plan available to him. His Marine buddies swore he had the shining, that's what they called it, but he just shrugged it off as learning from experience. Dean knew there was something different about him since he seemed to have a sixth sense about thing, but didn't readily talk about it. He called it spidery senses and was just glad he had them. It had helped him advert tragic consequences while in the field and had saved his brothers and sister in arms on a number of missions. They all had extreme respect for him as a leader and didn't question is quirks.
Dean headed back to the front of the house and found Sam in a chair reading some random book. The cop named Brian was on the couch near the front windows that had sheers hanging over them, watching the tube and the other one he could hear moving around in the kitchen. He started to join him when a misplaced noise outside caught his attention making him stop and frown as he went of full alert letting his spidery senses come forward. He cocked his head and slowly let his eyes roam over the windows as the alarms suddenly went off and he dove for Sam knocking him to the floor while yelling, "Get down! Get down!" The first barrage of bullets came through the front windows killing Brian before he could get out of the way. He dropped to the floor gasping as blood ran between his fingers and his body stilled as he breathed his last breath.
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Sam was slouching in the chair reading when he noticed Dean coming back into the room and the sudden change in his body language. He focused harder on him and stared in shock as he suddenly launched his body at him and yelling, knocking him from the chair onto the floor and covering his body with his own. All the air was suddenly expelled from Sam's body as Dean lay across him protecting him from the onslaught of bullets. Sam jerked in fright as drywall splintered from the walls around them as the spitting of bullets ate them up. He couldn't seem to breathe as he watched Brian go down and see the blood spilling from him. Sam knew he was dead when his eyes glazed over and went blank. Before he could react, Sam felt his body being dragged into the kitchen and behind the counter out of the line of fire.
"Your partner's dead." Dean told Clay as he let go of the fist full of shirt he was gripping. He turned to Sam and roughly grabbed his jaw in his strong grasp and squeezed slightly while giving it a shake. "Listen to me and do exactly what I say if you wanna get out of this alive. You hear me?" he asked getting down in his personal space and glaring at him. "Do You Hear Me?" he growled out deeply enunciating each word.
Sam finally focused his shell shocked eyes on Dean's stern green ones and nodded his head afraid to speak for fear his voice would crack. He had never handled a gun before and this was the second time in just over a week that he had been shot at and he was doing his best to not fall apart. He swallowed hard forcing his lungs to work as he sucked in deep breaths trying to slow his racing heart. He shook his head slightly and blinked rapidly as he locked his gaze on Dean using him for his anchor.
"I've got a car parked a street over, silver SUV." he began to explain pushing his pack and the car keys into Sam's hands. "Do not drop either of these. We are going out the back and I want you to stay behind me until I clear a path and then you run like the devil's on your heels across the yard and through the shrubs to the next street. Go left and I'm parked 200 yards on the left. You don't look back and you don't stop for anything. Got that?"
"Yeah." Sam wheezed out clutching the keys tightly in one hand and slinging the pack over his shoulders as his body tensed and the adrenaline rushed through his veins causing him to tremble as he got ready to run. He tried to tell himself he could do this...They were going to get out of this in one piece...He had to do what Dean said...Damn this wasn't happening...the thoughts raced through Sam's mind as he crouched beside Dean with Clay behind him.
"I'll go first, you cover our backs." Dean nodded to Clay as he pulled his hand gun from its holster. Dean opened the door enough to see out and saw two guys coming toward the door. He stepped out and rapidly fired two shots at each one, hitting them dead center in their chests. "Go! Go!" Dean yelled at Sam as he swept the area for other gunman while Sam took off running across the yard as instructed. Sam zeroed in on the break in the shrubbery and didn't take his eyes off it.
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Dean and Clay followed behind him but didn't see the gunman rounding the corner until he opened fire hitting Clay in the shoulder and knocking him down. Dean returned fire taking the gunman out and looped an arm under Clay's arm to help him up and run. He guided them across the yard and into the other one finding the road and dragging Clay toward the car. He nodded his approval that Sam had the SUV running and doors open for them. Dean tossed Clay in the back and jumped into the driver's seat throwing the car into drive and peeling down the street. "Look under the seat, there's a first aid kit."
"Ok." Sam said feeling around and snagging the kit.
"See if you can stop his bleeding. We'll drop him at a hospital..."
"You need to call headquarters and get help out here." Clay groaned as Sam pressed dressings to his wound.
"I don't think so. How did they find the safe house? I know it wasn't from my boss, so it has to be a leak at your end." Dean said as he quickly disappeared into traffic. Dean kept an eye out behind him for any tails but didn't see one. "My job is to protect the kid and that's what I intend to do. Once we drop you off... We're going off the radar. You can tell your bosses I'll have him back to testify when you need him."
"They're not gonna like that." Clay grimaced as he let out the breath he was holding. "You need to let us handle this."
"I don't give a shit what you think, I've got a job to do and I plan on doing it. Thing is I work better alone when I don't have to worry 'bout others screwing up."
"That should hold until you can get medical attention." Sam told him turning back around and clutching his trembling hands tightly as he tried to control his pounding heart. He saw smudges of blood on them and rubbed his hand up and down his pants leg trying to get it off.
"There's a hospital about fifteen minutes from here we'll drop you at." Dean stated taking command as he quickly turned right and went to the next light and turned left. He saw the signs for the hospital and continued down the street toward it. His mind was working quickly on a plan of how to keep this kid safe until the trial. "You ok Sam?" he asked him when he saw how pale and shaky he was.
"I-I-I don't know." Sam finally got out as he swallowed hard and tried to wet his dry lips.
"Just hold it together for a little longer." Dean tried to assure him giving him a halfway smile. "I won't let anything happen to you."
"Thanks." Sam whispered wrapping his arms around his middle when he realized how cold he suddenly felt.
Dean pulled into the emergency entrance of the hospital and skidded to a stop at the doors. He got out and opened the back to pull the detective out.
"Get in back and lay down." he ordered Sam as he steered Clay toward the doors and inside. "I'll keep him safe, don't bother looking for us." he told him before turning and hurrying back to the SUV and getting in to drive away. "Stay down so no one sees you."
"Ok." Sam said from the back seat as he squirmed around trying to get comfortable. "Where are we going?"
"My place and then we're going off the radar." Dean explained heading for his place in a round about way as he checked the traffic behind him for any tails. It took him forty minutes to get there and stopped to open the garage door to pull the SUV inside before turning to look over the seat at his passenger curled up sleeping. Dean guessed the shock and stress of the situation had caught up with him. He looked at Sam's relaxed face and thought how young he looked when he slept. He hated to wake him but knew they needed to disappear and he needed to get that in the works. "Hey, hey wake up we're here." Dean called to him reaching to shake his leg to get him moving.
"Wha..." Sam slurred trying to stretch and bumped his head on the SUV door and getting a cramp in his leg. "Ow! he mumbled rubbing his head while whining, "It wasn't a dream was it?"
"C'mon, I'll get ya some food to eat while I pack, then we can get out of here." Dean told him getting out and heading for the door.
"What about my clothes and things?" he asked to Dean's back as he went inside. He got the door opened and climbed out shaking and rubbing his leg to get the cramp out so he could follow Dean inside. He wasn't sure what to expect inside and was a little surprised at how neat and homey the place seemed. Sam stepped into a laundry room and on into the kitchen that had a small dining room off it. He could see a family room through an archway and figured the hall led to bedrooms. What furniture he could see looked comfortable and inviting and not too crowded. He saw Dean looking in the fridge and pulling out a couple of bowls to sit on the counter.
"I've got some leftover pasta primavera I can heat for you and some sliced fresh fruit." Dean said looking in the cabinet for a plate. "You need to eat something to keep your strength up."
"Don't go to any bother, I'll be ok." Sam replied still not sure how to take this man as he stood by the counter trying to get a grip on what just happened. A man had died because of him and another was wounded. This was like a walking nightmare he couldn't get away from.
"Wash your hands and go sit down, won't take a minute." he insisted dishing out the pasta and putting it in the microwave. He looked in a drawer and got silverware, napkins and a bottle of water from the fridge. Sam did as he was told and scrubbed his hands hard wanting to rid them of any dried blood. When the microwave dinged, he used a dish towel to carry the plate to the table. "Careful the plate's hot."
"Thanks." Sam said catching a whiff of the food and decided he might be hungry after all. He picked up the fork, twirling some on it and carefully blew on the pasta before taking a bite. It was really good and Sam wondered if Dean cooked it or was it takeout. He watched Dean disappear around the corner as he continued to eat the pasta. He was putting his life into the hands of a guy he just met, but back in the corner of his mind Sam had a feeling things would be ok. He was sure Dean had experience with this type of situation and would keep him safe.