Helloo! I really, really want to write some huge action scenes for this fic! But if i wrote them right now, none of it would make much sense ;;
Enjoy!
The ride into town was a bumpy one for Sam, despite the smoothness of the road. Dean's fury had finally caught up with him.
Nostrils flaring, Dean mercilessly ranted, swore and cursed for the robbers, condemning them to hell, describing how he would treat them once he got his hands on them. Because he would. No matter what.
Sam was tuning in and out, he didn't know what was worse: Concentrating on the rage radiating from Dean, spreading around the car to Sam like smoke, or concentrating on the anxiety in his heart, the soreness of his ribs and the sting on his face and neck. He held a cloth to the back of his bleeding head but it was still pounding the pain around the rest of his brain, so in the end he couldn't help but space out of Dean's one way conversation about how he would get his revenge.
"…And then I'll shove that up their asses and throw them out of a moving vehicle…"
"Dean," He whispered. To Sam his brother's voice was wavering like a radio prone to static. Bobby glanced at Sam through his rearview mirror, looking concerned.
"…I'll let them think they've escaped, and then out of nowhere I'll machete their face into a…"
Sam's breathing became heavy, his vision becoming vague.
"…In a dungeon far, far away where no one can hear them…"
"Stop the car." Sam gasped, but it went unheard under the loud rumble of the engine.
"…and scratch their eyes out!" Dean was exclaiming. "Scratch the- Sam?" He stopped mid rant when Sam suddenly punched the ceiling of the car.
"Stop the car." He shrieked urgently.
Bobby pulled on the brakes, glad the road was virtually empty. Sam staggered out the door, then stumbled off the road and plunked himself down on the side of the road.
Dean slowly stepped out of the truck. He was keen to get moving to the town as quickly as possible, but judging from Sam's frustration, he wasn't going to be rushed. His anger towards the robbers was overshadowed once again by concern for his brother. A pang of guilt swept across Dean's body, stopping him in his tracks. No wonder Sam wanted out of the car, he was probably pissed that Dean was more upset about the car being stolen than pushing him at the car.
The elder Winchester opened his mouth to offer his brother the most sincere and reassuring apology and pep talk when Sam leaned over and a horrible retching sound filled his ears. Dean's eyes widened and he closed his mouth. Then he opened it again. Whatever crap he expected to come out of Sam's mouth, he wasn't quite prepared for it to literally happen.
Sam spat and coughed, breathing deeply. He began to sit up slowly, hoping his stomach was now still when Dean cautiously squatted down next to him. Sam wasn't sure whether he was annoyed because he had been sick, that his injuries still stung or that he had flown out of the car quite unexpectedly that morning, all he knew was that he was annoyed. So he ignored his brother.
"Sam." Dean poked his shoulder softly, matching his voice. Sam didn't answer; he only looked on straight ahead, gulping in air. His eyes were frowning.
Dean couldn't tell if it was because the sun was in his eyes or he was angry, so he took this time to inspect the back of Sam's head.
"Bleedings stopped." He commented, trying to sound upbeat. He paused, feeling slightly ashamed. Sam was hurt and instead of making sure he was alright, all Dean had cared about was the car! He looked over at Bobby, who was sitting in the car looking at Dean expectantly. Turning back to Sam he said very matter-of-factly,
"So, did you have him stop the car 'cause you knew you'd be sick or are you just pissed at me?"
Sam turned his head to look at him, glaring. "What?"
Dean shrugged. "Come on, you think I don't know you? I'm sorry if you're upset-"
"I'm not upset!"
"-but not only has our ride, our home been stolen but it's got all our stuff in it. Everything. And we need it back now." Dean's voice was hard.
Sam sighed. "I know."
Dean stood up and held out a hand for him. "Then stop feeling sorry for yourself and let's go get it back."
"It's not my fault I felt sick!" Sam huffed defensively, but took Dean's outstretched hand.
Bobby shook his head as he watched the boys make it back to the car. They hadn't even gotten into the town yet and it was already full of problems. This was going to be one tough gig. If there did happen to be demons inhabiting near by, getting rid of them would be tough without the Colt. Bobby had been told of how Dean and Sam managed to defeat thirty demons surrounding a building, and when they had all heard the rumours about the next town, they had agreed that if they were true then citizens were in danger. That couldn't wait. Colt or no colt.
The rest of car ride into town was silent, albeit a little awkward. But Dean was thinking straight, and Sam was calming down.
Bobby took this moment to inform the boys of Jack O'Doherty; a hunter and a good friend of his. He trusted him, and Jack was waiting in the town for Bobby this moment.
"…His friend has his own small place here but he rarely lives in it as he's mostly on the road hunting like you guys, so that means we'll all be staying there while we investigate."
Dean leant against the window. "It sounds a hell of a lot better than some cheap motel. Are you sure we can trust this guy though?"
Bobby nodded. "Undoubtedly. He worked with your dad a few times in the past. Hell he's had my back a number of times."
Dean was convinced. "You alright with that Sam?"
There was a pause.
"Sam?"
His brother's voice wavered from the backseat. "…Eh?"
Dean teasingly spoke slowly and purposefully. "Are. You. Alright. With. That?"
Another pause.
"Yeah." And then a louder, "Yeah…"
Dean rolled his eyes, and leaned over to Bobby.
"Listen when we get to the town can we go back to this friend of your friend's house?" He flicked his head to Sam. "I don't think he's up to scouting for our car."
Bobby nodded. "No problem, Dean."
Dean looked out the window thinking. He turned back to Bobby again.
"You know… just to be safe and all."
"It's okay Dean."
The town looked fairly normal. As it was daytime and in the middle of the week, the roads weren't busy, and only the elderly and parents with small children littered the paths.
Bobby pulled into a small house at the end of a suburban street. Dean stepped out the truck and inspected the overgrown lawn, and the long, ugly vines that swept across the front of the house. The white paint that first adorned the house was graying and cracked, and the windows were partly bordered up.
"So, er, Jack wasn't kidding when he said his friend didn't come here much."
"Must be a bitch for the real estate agents to sell." Bobby quipped over the roof of the car, walking round to open the door for Sam. "We're here."
"I know." Sam said, slightly agitated. "I'm not a little kid Bobby." He stepped out the car, the dizziness made him light headed but he was determined to at least make it to the front door by himself.
It took a while for Jack to answer. Dean heard several bolts being opened. The door opened a crack.
"That you Bobby?" The voice was rough.
"Hey Jack."
The door was pushed fully open. There stood a man around the age of John Winchester, only to Dean he looked much older. His eyes were sunken and he held a weary tint in his eyes. Stubble lined his strong jaw and his graying hair was cut short.
"These the Winchesters?" He asked, nodding at Sam and Dean.
"No they're demons. Let us in already, Sam here got hurt a while back."
Jack stood aside for the men to walk in, he looked around briefly before closing the door again.
Yes, this town looked fairly normal, only these hunters were sure that underneath lurked something fairly supernatural.
I got a bit of writers block, this looked longer back when I was writing it Oo
I should soooo be doing homework right now.
Oh well! I'd love to hear what you guys think! I know adding an OC (Jack O'Doherty... tee hee) might cause some readers to grown, because believe me I'm exactly like that! But I assure you this bloke has something to do with the storyline he's not just there to look interesting or be convenient to th storyline. HOWEVER I promise he will not be in it nowhere near as much as the Winchesters, the story is about them! Not smelly O'Doherty!! (Am I bashing my own character...?)
LL x