A/N: let's for a Friday or Saturday or in I'm late a Sunday post, okay? Or better yet; wait for the weekend.
Okay anyway; sorry for the cliffie. It was probably stupid of me to start another story right before I went back to school. Next week will be week 3. Wow, can't quite believe how fast it's time's gone already. This won't be the only piece of writing I do this weekend either; I have an essay on Che Guevara due on Monday and a 'short' story due. Okay; you didn't really need to know that but it kinda slipped out.
Oh and who else saw the Vancouver opening ceremony? Apparently Bryan Adams sung. Damn! I missed that bit. I love Bryan Adams' music. Can you let me know what he sung? By the way it was funny how one of the cauldron/Fortress of Solitude flame holder prongs didn't rise. :D
Okay and now for the actual update. More Dean oriented chapter. I hope you like.
Chapter 3.
Still Thursday 15th, 10:25pm. Talking about Wednesday 14th, 4am to 8am --- Dean telling.
Everybody was in stunned silence. The dramatic statement had Juliet covering her mouth in shock and Lassiter to reaching for his gun. Henry had his arms crossed and Vick smoothing her hair. Though he was is silence, Hendrickson wasn't really unnerved at all. The men at the back remained stoic and silent. Even Shawn couldn't help but be a little awed by that drama. Only Dean kept a somewhat cheerful manner.
Finally it was Henry who came to his senses and broke the silence so thick, you could have sliced through it with a knife.
"Okay cut the crap you two! First: Shawn, are you on drugs? Second: Dean, what danger have you been putting my son in!"
"Nothing that he didn't want to be put in. Not my fault you son is an idiot..." A grin, that was just asking for it, snuck on to his face. That irritated Henry.
"Okay I've had enough of this you two dumbarses! Tell me what danger my son has been in!" Henry's arms uncrossed and he raised and waved them around in anger. After a word from Vick, Henry calmed down a little.
"You numbskulls. Tell me what is going on please. And enough of the werewolf crap. We all know you aren't really a..."
'Crap!' Thought Shawn. 'he's going to expose me!' " oh I'm getting something...oh...oh...."
Thankfully people stopped and waited patiently for his antics.
"I'm seeing...a...a...a...a monster?" He raised a discreet eyebrow at Dean that nobody else saw. "And I'm hearing a name. D...Dan? Stan? Sam?"
"My brother is called Sam." Shawn flashed a cocky grin at the interrogates. Dean looked quite surprised.
"You could have told him about your brother already, Dean."
But for once Dean was telling the truth. He hadn't told Shawn about his brother. "I didn't. How did you...?"
"Psychic Dean, look it up."
Dean, suddenly realising he was believing the man, remembered what Shawn had said to him earlier, how he wasn't really a psychic, well Dean had worked out that one for himself since he had a real psychic for a brother. And he realised that he was playing the others in the room. He shoved the memory of spontaneous beliefs down with his other temporary beliefs he had had; like of Santa, the Easter Bunny and Godzilla. But then he twigged at something. Monster? Had he said monster?
"Monster? What monster?"
"Why Dean; your brother is taking care of other werewolves in the area isn't he?"
He wasn't. Dean actually hadn't seen or heard of Sam in the last few days. But it was possible that it had been a fallout between the two and that they'd only stay angry at each other for so long. But what Shawn had said had chilled him to the bone and he was suddenly very worried for his sibling's safety. He of course wouldn't show it. He realised he was waiting to long to answer so he used the best single word he could think of.
"Maybe." Hendrickson cocked his head to the side and smiled.
"You have no real idea where your brother is do you?"
Dean hesitated; then answered truthfully. "No."
Hendrickson decided to use this to his advantage. "Perhaps you would like to ring him?"
"And give his position away; how dumb do you think I am?"
"Do you really want me to answer that, Dean?"
"No."
Everybody fell silent. Then after a few minutes of non verbal communication; it was Lassiter who broke the silence.
"So what happened after you saved Shawn from the 'werewolves'?"
"Werewolf. There was only one dog that attacked him."
"Okay; so what happened after you saved Shawn from the werewolf?"
"Okay. After I shot the wolf I made sure that this guy was okay and that the wolf was dead. I dragged it off the road out of sight then dragged you into some light. I thought that Shawn might have a concussion or something. He didn't. But at first he was muttering something about pineapples."
Henry rolled his eyes. If you wanted Shawn to do something all you would have to do was dangle a piece of pineapple above his head and Shawn would do anything. Well most anything. It hadn't made him clean his room for one. Henry had droned out but Dean was talking again.
"...was in love with my care I think. But then again; who couldn't be?"
"I was not 'in love' with your care Dean; I was merely commenting on how shiny it was. Anyway; my bike is way sweeter.
"That bike is a deathtrap Shawn. You managed to crash it!"
"No dad; it is the werewolves that are deathtraps. Not my bike."
Vick had heard this argument before and she knew it would drag on for hours of she didn't step in. "Okay; enough of the bike, Mr. Spencer. Now is not the time to argue about it. Now please Mr. Winchester; continue."
Dean sighed. This was one reason he always kept out of large groups; they were always complaining and arguing. Not that his small little on fringe family were really any better. But his Impala was way better than just a crappy motorcycle. He sighed again and continued.
"Having him complaining about his bike getting wrecked was terrible. Though being a car person; I guess I could relate to it. But he winged all the way to the hospital."
"I told him I didn't want to go to a hospital." Shawn squirmed uncomfortably and muttered something in Danish.
"But I didn't want to have to take care of him so that is why I left him there to whinge to the nurses. But when we got there I realised I had something bigger to take care of." Dean left it hanging dramatically.
"What happened?" Asked Juliet.
"The hospital was getting a patient in through the ER with severe lacerations and blood loss so we were directed to the waiting room. We went up to a front desk and we waited for nearly two? Three hours. Shawn 'entertained'me with his farm animal impressions that were all in Spanish. Who knew cows mooed in Spanish? Until we were called up I was going to leave..." Shawn cut in rudely.
"I wanted him to leave." Dean smirked at that.
"I was going to leave but there seemed something odd was going on. Once Shawn was being taken care of; I pulled out my 'doctor' ID card and pretended I was a doctor who was admitting him and that I wanted to have a closer look at the patient who had come in here bleeding..."
"How many times a day do hospitals get bleeding patients, Dean?" Shawn asked sarcastically.
"Shut up you idiot. In regards to another bloody patient that had come in five minutes before that had similar cuts and lacerations as the one before."
"Do you know what name he used to get in?" A few of the interrogators looked mildly interested.
"No." Growled Dean.
"Dr. Griventroppie Venscelatyazza." They all looked at each other a little puzzled. Did Shawn just make that up? Possibly. Juliet was a little more curious because after all; it was a peculiar name.
"What? Did you just make that up Shawn?"
"Did I just make that up? No! When do I ever lie? Anyway I hear Griventroppie Venscelatyazza is a very respected name in some part of the world. I think. I hope. Probably not. But it was Dean who came up with this one. "
Lassiter, Juliet, Vick and Henry, the most, was willing to name a thousand different times and places when Shawn Spencer had lied. You could say he was one step from being a pathological liar.
"I am not a pathological liar!" Juliet shuddered; only he would have been able to read her mind.
"Whether you are a pathological liar is still in debate, Mr. Spencer; but at the moment you are wasting my time."
Gee, Shawn seemed to be wasting loads of Hendrickson's time. 'Good.' Thought Lassiter. 'I don't like him. Even less than Spencer.' Shawn shot him a grin nobody else saw except Lassiter. Lassiter shot a snarky look back; one which everyone saw and gave him back funny looks; Shawn included.
"So while Shawn was playing check up at the doctors; I talked went down to the morgue where I was guessing the latest dead person had gone. So I started chatting up the coroner, very fine she was I may add, who had said that this was their fourth such victim in a week. Rumours of animal attacks have been circulating the Santa Barbara district all month; which is what brought me south from Siskiyou where I was taking care of a little witch problem; and sent their magic arses to hell!" Dean turned to Juliet and put on the sweetest smile he could. He could see junior detective was threatening to melt and she knew it. He decided the next sentence might make her literally melt right in front of everyone. "And liberated black kittens, puppies, bunnies and various defenceless reptiles from those nasty bitches!"
Juliet couldn't help herself. She mouthed 'Thank you' to him. She was after all; a cat person.
"Was Sam with you?" Inquired a curious Hendrickson.
"Why would I tell you that?"
Hendrickson just smiled in response.
"So where was he Dean? You had never mentioned him to me before." Shawn looked at Dean.
"That because he wan't your business." Dean snarled in return.
"But honestly; what happened. It's funny too because I haven't seen Gus for a few days either."
"Who's Gus?"
"Bruton Gaster is my best friend since we were eight."
"Describe him please." Dean suddenly felt cold; something wasn't right.
"Who; Gus?" Shawn was intrigued.
"No the Man on the Moon, yes 'Gus'."
"Umm; well he's a roughly 5 ft. choc chip cookie with the shortest hair before you could be called bald and he drives around in this quaint little baby car which is bright blue."
"Ah; Shawn. I think I know where your friend is."
"Where?"
"Your friend is in danger; and so is my brother."
A/N: Dramatic, no? I'm truly sorry if I'm completely off in regards to geography and measurement or really just about anything in this story. My excuse is I have never been to any part of America and I live on the other side of the world. Before you praise me for my 'good' Engrish I'm in an 'Engrish' speaking place. Guess where I am!
