"A Dollar Short: Part 2/?"
Rating: T for Strong Language
Characters: Sam, Dean, Jo
CHAPTER 2
Three weeks and nearly a dozen kills later find Dean hurriedly shoving his things into short duffel bag. The sun slants a pale yellow into his dingy motel room. Dean looks up from his packing at through the stained slats of the room's cheap blinds. Still a good eight hours 'til sunset. Between his shoulder and his ear is wedged his phone. Ellen's voice comes through tinny but unmistakably panicked. The uncharacteristic fear coming from Ellen is enough to make Dean want to vomit. And if it wasn't her tone then her words might finally do the trick.
Jo.
Hunting.
Hunted back.
Find her, Dean.
Find her.
He's leaving right now, he tells her. He'll find her. He ends the call and shoves his phone into his back pocket. He throws open the door and the sun's blazing light throws him off for a moment. A few seconds later when the spots have cleared enough for him to see what he sees catches him just as off guard as the sun. It's Sam practically running towards him.
"We've got to go, Dean."
No shit, Dean says. He wonders to himself when Ellen called Sam. Out loud he notes that even with the eight or so hours it's going to be close. At Sam's look of confusion Dean realizes they're not talking about the same thing. Christ. Not again.
Sam's asking for his keys. Dean shakes his head. He can't do this right now. He's got to get to Jo. He's trying to tell Sam that there is no more time to waste. Especially not for more of the same pointless trips to the middle of nowhere and rituals based on crap filled urban mythology. Their friend is in real trouble. Needs their help right now. The other shit can wait.
He says this as he tries to shove past his stubborn, jackass wall of a brother. Sam shoves back and Dean finds himself still a few yards from the Impala. He starts towards the car again. He looks up to glare at Sam. He feels a certain smugness when he sees Sam register that Dean will not be in any way, shape or form cooperating. It doesn't once occur to Dean that he might not have a choice. At least not until he sees his brother hammy fist flying right towards his face.
End Part 2
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