Summary: The boys have to put all of their training to use when assasins are on their tail, along with an angry spirit.


Erased From This World

Chapter 3

It was getting dark by the time the Winchester brothers made their way back to the motel. They had spent some more time in the library, trying to find out if the saying that Jake Knowel was trapped inside a burning house was true. After all, as Dean had pointed out, no one was really sure if it was true considering it had been an elderly lady who had claimed that the killer was indeed in the house when it burned to the ground.

Dean parked the Impala closer to the motel room than he had done earlier, as he still had an uneasy feeling even though he told himself that it was nothing; that he was only imagining things. Dean checked if his gun was still in his trousers before getting out of the car. When Sam had got out he locked it and started to make his way towards the room. He kept behind Sam the entire way, though his brother turned his head sometimes and gave him a glare.

"Are you planning on telling me what's going on with you?" Sam asked as Dean closed the motel room door.

"I told you, Sam; nothing is going on." Dean lied as he threw the car keys on the table.

"Dean, this façade, you know that I can see right through it." Sam pressed on as he took hold of Dean's arm to stop him locking himself in the bathroom.

"Let go of me, Sammy." Dean said as he shrugged off his brother. Great, now they even had to start fighting.

"Dean."

"Sam." Dean said returning the stare that Sam gave him.

"Fine; you wallow in whatever it is you're wallowing in." Sam said and turned his back to his brother.

"Something's going on." Dean admitted quietly.

"You don't say Dean; we're on a hunt!" Sam hissed as he turned to face Dean again.

"Sam, listen to me; this morning when I went to get the suits I…er…" Dean started to explain but got stopped. How was he supposed to explain that all of his instincts had screamed at him to either fight or run when there had been nothing to see?

"You what?" Sam said, his voice had lost some of its anger.

"Don't know; I just felt weird." Dean said, hoping that his brother would drop it. As he explained what the problem was he realised how stupid it sounded.

"Weird how?" Sam asked as he took of his jacket and hung it over one of chairs.

"Like I was being watched."

Sam looked rather frightened before he pulled himself together and asked, "You don't think you're Jake Knowel's next victim do you?"

This thought had not even occurred to Dean. He grunted something before turning around and walking into the bathroom, picking his bag up on the way. They had dealt with so many spirits that Sam's words had not really bothered Dean that much. After all the feeling he had had was difficult to explain; it was not the uneasy feeling of spirits and ghosts around you; just that feeling of being watched.

Dean felt better by the time he emerged from the bathroom with his usual clothes on: the jeans, the t-shirt and the jacket.

"Should we go and get something to eat?" He asked when he saw that Sam too had changed.

"Yeah, alright." Sam said moodily.

Dean cleared his throat lightly as Sam walked past him out of the door. They had reached the Impala by the time Dean noticed that he had forgotten the car keys. He hurried back to the motel room, unlocked the door and walked inside.

BANG

The ear-splitting sound of a gunshot went off. Dean turned on his heel and was staring out of the door. Sam was crouched behind the Impala but looked alright. When he saw Dean he held up a hand to signal Dean to stay. The night was quiet for a few seconds before other guests in the motel came out to see what had happened.

Dean hurriedly grabbed the car keys and walked back to the Impala. Sam was sitting against the Impala, clearly shaking.

"Sammy? Sammy, are you alright?" Dean said quietly, but anxiously as he knelt down besides his brother.

Sam nodded and pushed himself to his feet. He got into the Impala and immediately tightened his seatbelt. Dean half-ran to the driver's side and hurried to get into the car. He started the engine and with spinning wheels, the Impala sped away from the motel.

"Sammy? Sam, are you with me?" Dean asked casting a glance at his brother. He was worried, frightened and angry as hell that someone had tried to shoot his little brother.

"Fine." Sam said quietly, though his eyes stared unblinking straight ahead. "What…what happened back there?"

"I don't know." Dean confessed though he urged the Impala to go even faster. "Let's just skip town; get the hell out of here."

"Dean, you may not have noticed, but we left our bags at the motel."

Dean cursed under his breath, as he slammed on the brakes and turned the wheel, sending the Impala into a wheel spinning circle. He parked so that he had the motel in sight. He looked around but could see no one. He looked by the trees close to the buildings but saw nothing.

"Sam, I'll go and get the bags; you stay here."

"No way." Sam said as he loosened his seatbelt. "I'm coming with you."

"Sam; someone just shot at you." Dean said sharply.

"At me? I thought they were shooting after you?" Sam said, looking thoroughly confused.

"Only more a reason for you to stay put."

"Look; drive up right next to the room. We'll go in get our bags and then we'll find another motel." Sam suggested. Dean blinked a couple of times not quite sure if he had heard correctly.

"Another motel?" He blurted out questionably. "Sam, we are getting out of town."

"Dean, we are on a hunt." Sam said looking at Dean in disbelief.

Dean shifted in his seat, so he could look at Sam easier.

"We are not staying." He persisted.

"We are finishing the job." Sam said firmly, as though there was no use arguing. "Now drive up there so we can get our bags."

Dean huffed, but drove up to their room anyway. He knew better than to argue with his brother when he had that tone. However, he was going to continue the argument when they had got hold of their bags. Dean parked the car as close to their room as he could and looked over at Sam, who had his hand on the door.

"One, two, three." Dean whispered and the two brothers rushed from the car and pelted into the motel room. At any other occasion the scene would have been comical. In a matter of seconds the boys had grabbed hold of their bags and ran back out to the car, thrown their bags into the bag seat and jumped into the car. Dean started the engine again and took off.

They remained quiet for a couple of minutes; Dean desperately trying to get his heart rate under control. He was shaken from what had happened, not that he was just about to say that to Sam. One look at his brother told him that Sam was just as shocked as Dean.

"Do you think it was the FBI?" Sam asked breaking the silence.

"Wouldn't really just have shot one shot and gone away again, would they?" Dean reminded as he turned the Impala down a narrower road.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked him immediately.

"Getting out of here." Dean told him again, preparing himself for the argument that was bound to break loose.

"Dean, we are going to finish this job. What happened earlier might just have been an accident; maybe we just freaked." Sam reasoned. Dean would hear none of it and persistently drove on. "Look, there's a motel up there; let's just check in and stay there for the night. There's even a café next to it so we don't have to go into town for food."

Dean drove past the motel and the café. This time, he told himself, he would not budge. He would keep driving until Sam dropped it.

"So, it was fine letting ourselves get busted to save a bunch of prisoners, but it's not okay to save a couple of innocent people?"

"Dammit, Sammy!" Dean hissed, as he slowed down the Impala and turned the car around. He knew when he was defeated. When Sam started using past jobs in order to get Dean to do something, there were only more unpleasant things to come.

"It's Sam." His brother reminded him as he pulled in at the motel.

Dean remained silent as he hoisted their bags out of the back seats.

"You go get us a room." Dean told Sam when he went to get his own bag.

Sam didn't argue and walked towards one of the many signs that bore a tattered sign reading 'RECEPTION'.


Sam lay staring at the ceiling of the dark motel room on one of the hard beds that had been available. He tried to clear his mind of the day's event and simply fall into a restful sleep, but find it hard. He knew that gunshots were loud, having fired many himself, but the one that had gone off earlier kept reciting in his ears. He had been frightened, of course he had, but he did not want fear to overtake everything, not after everything they had been through. He had told Dean of his concerns about doing a job so close after their breakout. However, having arrived on the scene he wanted to at least see the job through.

Dean had been strangely quiet after the shooting, telling Sam that his brother was scared too; never one to admit it, though. Sam shifted slightly on the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position, but sleep would simply not take over. From the lack of sounds, Dean was still awake too; though neither wanted to disturb the other. Sam ran a hand through his hair, making it messier than before and tried to get his head around the things that had taken place. Keep your mind on the hunt, he told himself. Easier said than done, another voice responded slightly offended.

Jake Knowel; think about the hunt; Jake Knowel. He thought, frantically trying to block out the memory of the gunshot.

Gunshot! Gunshot! Gunshot! The other voice screamed excitedly.

Sam moaned slightly and rolled over on his side. He was amazed that even after such a long day, his body would not let him rest. Well, that wasn't entirely true; his body was more than willing to let him rest, his mind, on the other hand, wasn't.

He jumped up, almost falling onto the cold floor, when he heard a dustbin falling over outside. He sighed at his own stupidity and let himself fall back down on the bed. He was waiting for his brother to ask if he was okay, but no voice came through the darkness; Sam figured that it was probably because of Dean's general no chick-flick moments rule. He considered for a moment to wrap his pillow over his head to stifle the sound of the gunshot, which was now happily replaying in his mind whenever he was not thinking of anything else.

"Dean?" Sam said finally.

"Yeah?" Dean responded, proving for Sam that he had been right.

"Are you awake?" Sam felt like kicking himself when the words had escaped his mouth.

"No, I'm just answering you in my sleep, dude." Dean said sarcastically.

"Very funny." Sam snapped.

Sam's urge to talk to his brother had suddenly subsided and he remained quiet. He heard Dean let out a deep sigh and rummage about in the bed. Sam was thankful when some time later he actually found sleep; maybe it was not relaxing, but at least it was sleep.


Dean felt light press against his eyelids, but he did not open them. It had been so soothing to actually get some sleep that he did not really want to wake up just yet. Instead he listened to the sounds from the rooms next to theirs as others moved around their rooms, talking in voices which were muffled by the thin walls. It was when he heard the turn of the doorknob to their room that his hand swung to the bedside table, grabbed his gun, clicked off the safety and pointed it straight at the door, eyes wide open.

Sam emerged, looking rather startled as he saw Dean, with his morning hair, sitting upright in bed and pointing a gun at him. Dean put the safety back on before allowing himself to fall back down on the bed.

"Dude, you're supposed to knock." He complained quietly.

"Sleep alright?" Sam asked as he sat down on the end of his own bed, putting down two paper bags.

"After you stopped talking."

To Dean's relief, Sam ignored his comment and instead passed him one of the paper bags.

"Breakfast?" Dean asked as he sat back up in the bed. Sam nodded.

Dean grunted as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, ruffling up his already messy hair. Compared to last night, he felt rather tired.

"So, what do you want to do today?" Dean asked Sam some twenty minutes later.

"Maybe try to find the house that Jake Knowel was maybe burned in. I mean, it would be nice to get this done…" Sam said, a little too careful not to mention anything about the day before.

"Yeah, Sam, it would be nice to get this done so we can get the hell out of here." Dean said calmly. He was not in the mood to fight and only hoped that Sam would pick up on his I-don't-want-to-fight vibe.

"Yeah, sounds good." Sam said as he led the way out of the door to the Impala.

Dean picked up their bags, thinking that he would like to be on the safe side this time; just in case.


That was the third chapter then; it would be great with a review!

Big time action is promised to happen in the next chapter!

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