Hey all! Thank you for the reviews. I know I was a little blood-thirsty, concerning Fank. But well, what must be done, must be done ;) - see what will happen next...

The motel-room was quiet. Dean sat on his bed, watching TV, the sound muted, while at the same time keeping an eye on his brother. Sam slept in the other bed. Dean would have forced him to rest, but Sam had already been half asleep as they finally made it back to the motel-room. So all he had to do was helping his little brother out of his soiled clothes, grabbing a pair of sweats and a clean T-Shirt and tucking him in. He grinned. It had been quite some time, as he was allowed to tuck Sam in.

TV without sound was boring, Dean decided. He went over to the small table, grabbing the laptop of his brother, booting it up, and was about to do some research instead of wasting time. He would hunt this stupid thing down.

He almost jumped as his cell phone rang. Hurrying to let his brother sleep he answered the call, also he didn't recognize the phone-number.

"Yeah?" he answered quietly. "Dean Franklin?" he recognized the caller immediately. It was Angela Dawn, Frank's wife. The waitress at the diner. And he could hear she had cried.

"Yeah, it's Dean." He confirmed. Dean heard Angela sob. "Frank's in a coma." She said, her voice sounding scared and helpless. "I… I… I just wanted to let you know about him. You and your brother were there to help… and you told me to call if there was any news…" another sob let her stop.

"Angela?" he asked, as she didn't continue. "Angela!"

"They said he would probably not make it. It's fifty-fifty! He lost so much blood. His heart stopped twice while on the way to St. Mercy's. He… he could have suffered brain-damage for all we know. He… I…" she took in a shaky breath after she had thrown all her worries at him.

"Angela? Remember? You need to be strong for him. I know it's…" he changed the cell phone from one ear to the other, looking over at his brother, who still slept on.

"Listen, Angela. I know it's awful. I've dealt with things like that as well. I…" he stopped a moment. "… I was often in charge for my brother when we were young, and one time I screwed up so badly… I… I didn't know what I'd done if he hadn't made it then…"

"I… I know what I'll do." Angela said her voice now calm and determined.

"Angela?" Dread filled him, suddenly. "Angela, what are you talking about?"

"I gonna go for this psycho. I gonna find and kill him." She answered him.

"Angela! No!" Suddenly his voice was loud, forgetting about Sam sleeping nearby.

"Angela, you can't go after it. Leave it to… leave it to the authorities. Frank needs you. You can't…"

"Oh yes, Dean. I can. And I will. I know where Frank was today. And I'm already there. I gonna kill whoever… whoever it is."

"Angela! Stop it. Wait for me… for us. Sam and me. We'll help. We… we're…" he was at loss for an explanation.

"It's not your fight, Dean." She answered.

For a moment Dean felt helpless. "The hell it is! It is always our fight. You need to be on your husbands side Angela. Let Sam and me help out. We're hunters… we… we know how to find…"

"Not your fight Dean…" she whispered over the phone, while crying… then the line went dead.

"Angela? Angela! DAMN!" Dean yelled, waking Sam in the process.

"Damn, Damn, Damn…" he continued to curse.

"Dean?" Dean stopped, looking at Sam who in return looked at him, confusion marring his face.

"Sammy… sorry. I… that was Angela – the waitress. How are you?" Sam seemed to think about Dean's question for a moment. "I'm okay. Sorry for freaking out back there… and thanks for helping me out." Dean for once didn't tease Sam. "I think I wouldn't have felt better being puked on and drenched in blood. Sam shrugged. "How's the man doing? And what did she tell you at the phone?" Dean's face went dark. "Well, Frank's not really good, at the moment." Dean waited for Sam's reaction at the news, but Sam only shrugged again, indicating Dean to continue. "Listen Sammy, Angela went after the "psycho" that did this to Frank. You and me both know that's no good idea, right? We need to go after her. You never told me about what else you found out in your research."

Sam suddenly grinned. "Well and here he is, always calling me geek-boy." Dean grinned in return. "Well, you wouldn't work that hard on it, if it wasn't for me to challenge you."

Sam stood, stretching his limbs. "Let me tell you what else I found out…"

... TBC... stay tuned in... I think the next part is going to be pretty interesting ;)