2: JUMP START
"Aww shit Sammy," The older hunter said, scrambling forward catching his younger, yet somehow taller brother, before he hit the ground.
"Dude, what the fuck have you been eating? You weigh a ton!" he murmured, lying Sam on the grass, before heading toward the trunk to get his baby brother a clean shirt. Dean pulled the younger mans soiled shirt over his head and slipped the new one on.
"Dean…please…no…take me…take me," the lanky brunette muttered almost incoherently.
Dean sighed and gripped his brothers' shoulders' and shook him gently.
"C'mon Sammy, snap out of it. Those bitches won't get me, and I sure as hell aint gonna let them take you, now wake your ass up, or you won't live to regret it!" Dean regretted the force he used, but cooing just wasn't working at the moment. Sam's eyes fluttered open.
"Thank you, now I want you to keep talking to me while I clean up the mess, you made, and don't go back to sleep," Dean stood up when he was satisfied that his brother was fully conscious, before he took a towel from the back seat, one he stole from the motel they had stayed at previously, for such emergencies and proceeded to clean up his precious car.
"I swear dude, if your puke has ruined my upholstery, I'll be kicking your sorry ass to kingdom-fucking come!" Dean wasn't intending to sound like a fuck, and Sam knew that he was only trying to keep him from falling asleep, so he humored him with a reply.
"I told you, it was payback," he murmured, pulling himself into a sitting position.
"For what?" Dean asked, trying to keep himself from adding additional mess as he continued to mop up the baby brother sick.
A slight smile tugged at the corner of Sam's mouth.
"The raccoon,"
Dean laughed. "That was like, a million years ago dude, man I thought you'd have forgotten!"
"How could I forget, Dean, the fucker nearly took a chunk out of my ass!" The older hunter laughed again, glad to see his brother recovering so rapidly.
"Why now though?"
Sam shrugged. "It's as good a time as any, and I wasn't exactly planning on puking in your baby, it just sorta happened,"
"Well don't let it sorta happen again, little brother, because I'll let you sit in it, and then you'll have to clean it up,"
The older Winchester sighed and discarded the sick-soggy towel into the bushes, then helped his brother into the car, before getting in himself.
"I'm sorry Dean. I don't hate you," Sam said, out of the blue. The apology left Dean's eyes downcast.
"Nah dude, I started it so, I should apologize…"
Sam cut him off. "It's okay bro, I've just decided, I'm not in the mood for a chick flick moment right now, okay. Maybe later,"
Dean snorted. "Aint gonna happen Sammy," he said, leaning back and closing his eyes. Sam just shrugged.
There was a moment's silence where both boy's closed their eyes and took deep breaths. However they were brought back to reality when there was a tap on Dean's window. His eyes shot open and instinctively reached for the shotgun that wasn't there. After a few seconds, he realized that it wasn't some dark creature of the night, hell-bent on taking his brother and tearing him to pieces, but it was a middle aged looking man, wearing a trucker's cap. Dean sighed and rolled his window down.
"Sorry boy didn't mean to scare ya," he drawled in a southern accent. The man grinned showing off disgusting yellow teeth and sending Dean a wave of putrid breath. The twenty six year old coughed.
"It's-um alright, you only startled me," he said uncertainly.
"Engine troubles? You boys need a jump start?" The man asked, smiling a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Um, yeah that'd be great, thanks sir," Sam said, looking at the man and smiling politely.
" None of that sir crap please boy, the names Randall, Randall Blake," Sam shook Randall's hand, leaning across Dean to do so.
"I'm Samuel Lake and this is Dean," he said.
The man looked at Sam for some time, his head tilted slightly.
"Lovers quarrel?" he asked, waving a hand to Sam's face, which had dried blood caked on it from his nosebleed.
"Lover's quarrel? No, no, no um, were brothers," Dean said, blushed furiously. He wanted to punch what was left of this man's teeth to the back of his throat.
"Sorry boy, my mistake, let me just get the cables attached, and we'll see if I can't get this gal up and running again," Randall went to his pick up and pulled the jump leads from the floor in the front.
"Fuck man do I look gay?" Sam laughed.
Dean turned to glare at his brother, his gaze was met by Sam's infamous 'puppy dog eyes' Dean shook his head. "Yeah, your right dude, it's you that's obviously got people talking,"
Sam landed a playful punch on his brothers' shoulder.
Just then Randall's face swam before them and Dean placed a hand on his chest.
"Jesus," Dean muttered.
He smiled. I've hooked her up, I'll give you a honk when I want you to start 'er up," Dean just nodded and readied his hand by the key's in the ignition. The pick up honked and Dean turned the key, revving the engine. It took a few turns, but finally, his baby was purring like a newborn kitten.
Dean grinned. "That's my girl," he muttered, and Sam rolled his eyes. Within a few minutes, the brothers were continuing their drive up the steep road, after thanking the man for helping them.
However, neither brother noticed that the man, and his truck, had disappeared into thin air.
Dean looked over at Sam, whose head was rested on the window of the Impala.
"Sammy, you okay?" Dean questioned.
Sam looked up. "I was just thinking," he began. "And it's Sam,"
"Hmm you thinking is never a good thing, little brother, and something is up, I can tell,"
Sam rolled his eyes. "How can you tell?" Sam said, exasperated.
"Big brother intuition," He replied, grinning, winning a filthy look from the younger man in the seat next to him.
"Like I said, I was thinking,"
Dean shrugged. "Whatever dude, didn't say you weren't thinking, I just said that something was wrong,"
Sam looked away.
"There's no point in denying it little brother, I know you too well, I can read you like a book, so what's up?" Sam sighed. He obviously wasn't about to get any sleep until he told his brother what was bothering him.
"That guy, there was something about him, I dunno-he didn't seem human, if you know what I mean," the brunette explained.
Dean nodded. He understood, but he wanted to get his brothers mind of the freakish man that they had just met.
"So Sammy, laid any hot chicks lately?" Dean frowned when he didn't get so much as a 'Fuck you' from his brother, it was like, he was in a trance or something. Something was calling him,
Sam, Saaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmyyyyyy, save us Sammy… Sam's head snapped up. He knew what he had to do. He groped for the door handle in the dark, pulled at it then launched himself from the speeding car, and into the night.
Sorry about the cliffy people, I couldn't help it. Please don't hurt me. If you review, I'll see what I can do about chapter three. Any suggestions people?