Harrow! LL here! Another chapter, I hope you enjoy reading it and I'm sorry if it's a little short.
"Your car got stolen?" Jack said with raised eyebrows. "How?"
Dean scratched the back of his head. "Er, I'm still trying to understand that myself actually." He stood opposite Jack leaning against the door frame and turned his head into the room where Sam lay on a bed. His arm was thrown over his eyes and his knees were bent inwards. Sam hadn't moved from the spot since Jack showed him to the bedrooms, and Dean hadn't moved more than eight feet away from his brother since then.
"Sam don't go to sleep." Dean called. Sam groaned but made no effort to move.
"His head injury," Dean explained to Jack, "He was in the Impala at the time. Those son of a bitches threw him out while they were driving away."
"Did he tell you anything more? What they looked like, what weapons they were carrying?"
He shook his head. "I don't want to go troubling him. I'd know my car anywhere whoever the driver. And I don't care if they're dangerous, it's not gonna stop me." Dean's words were dark, but his face carried a neutral, almost relaxed expression.
Jack gave him a long bored look, silent. Dean stood there for a second, and then his eyes swerved to his right, then left, as if looking for an excuse as to why the older man wasn't responding. A minute passed and Jack shrugged and walked away. "As long as you come back in one piece, it's none of my business." Dean pulled a face, but Jack stopped suddenly, not facing him. "It'll be alright if he sleeps for a little bit, I'll wake him up now and again though just in case." He said quietly.
Dean nodded, frowning at him slightly. "Yeah, okay…" he said slowly, "thanks."
"You coming today, Dean?" Bobby yelled from the front door.
Dean shuffled past to meet Bobby. "We'll be back later then."
Being in Bobby's car only reminded Dean the fact that he was without his, thus his anger had returned once more. But this time be had moved past the ranting and cursing, his fury was boiling internally like magma in a volcano, once he came face to face with the robbers, Dean would surely erupt.
"Dean?"
He grunted.
"You alright?"
He grunted again, his tone the same as before. The car was silent again for a minute.
"How d'you know Jack then?"
Bobby said, "I've known him for almost a decade now, but he's constantly traveling all over the country I've not seen him as many times over the years as I'd have liked."
Dean pouted. "He's weird."
Bobby frowned and chuckled at the same time. "Nah."
"He's…" Dean trailed off, unsure of what it was exactly that Jack did that creeped him out. Perhaps it was his gloomy, even haunted expression that he constantly held, or how long it took for him to respond in conversation. Or maybe it was the strange way he'd look at Sam…
"Hey, what's going on over there?" Bobby nodded his head to an empty street except for a young man stumbled out of an alley and tripped to the floor, a look of pure terror twisted in his face. Dean sat up watching as the man threw his head round his shoulder looking behind him. The man reminded him of a lost animal running from its predator.
"I don't know. Maybe we should just carry on." Unfortunately the young man had noticed Bobby's truck, and with that being one of the few and closest cars on the road he had sprinted up to them, waving his arms about madly.
Dean sighed, stepping out the car. He wanted to find his car, dammit!
"What's wrong?" He said, his annoyance not evident in his voice.
The man looked to be around Sam's age -maybe younger- but his beard and his now loosely fitted baseball cap he was wearing made him appear older.
"M-my friend's being attacked." He said breathlessly, his voice high pitched with fear.
Dean put a hand on his shoulder, Bobby appearing by his side.
"Okay, calm down. Do you know who did it? Do you know where he is?"
The young man leaned over, hands resting above his knees as he sucked in air. "…Car." He managed to get out in a shaky voice, looking up at Dean with apologetic eyes.
"Okay," said Bobby, "what does your car look like?"
The stranger's voice stumbled. "Er, erm. I-It's a black chevy, one of those really old ones. Hard to miss."
Dean's eyes widened then narrowed considerably. He looked at the ground, his voice low.
"Crap." Bobby muttered.
"An Impala?"
"Y-yeah." Before the young man could even take another breath, he was slammed violently against the brick wall behind him, Dean holding onto the front of his shirt, their faces inches apart.
"You bastard!" Dean growled through gritted teeth.
The man grew alarmed, twisting and squirming under Dean's death glare and strong hold to no avail.
"What the hell?" He yelped. "What the hell?"
"Is that why you stole my car then? Because it was hard to miss among all the other vehicles?" Dean snarled, pushing the him further into the wall.
Realizing who Dean was, the robber's movements stopped in surprise.
"Oh God…" He whispered, and understanding Dean's rage, he began struggle under Dean's grasp again only now more desperately. He had run away from his predator only to fall prey to another enemy.
"Did it matter at all that there was still in a passenger in your getaway drive?" Dean spat.
The man was terrified, unable to even try and defend himself."
"Did you throw my brother out of a moving car you son of a bitch?" Dean roared. He drew back his hand, it curled into a fist and Dean was ready to slam it straight into this punk's teeth when Bobby grasped his shoulder, holding it back.
"Dean, not here. Not in broad daylight." He warned, scanning the area.
An ear piercing scream came from deep within the alley. Dean and Bobby glanced at each other. The person being attacked was without little doubt the other robber, but whether he was being attacked by a human had a lot of doubt. Dean reminded himself about the possible demons. Crook or not, he would save anyone from anything supernatural.
Dean threw the now whimpering man to the floor harshly, and he and Bobby ran into the alley.
A super special thank you to all who are reading and reviewing so far, especially to those reviewing every chapter! You fill an author with triumph!
You know I've gotten quite a few reviews now saying that Dean was being out of order to Sam. Reading back and at hindsight, I realise maybe I did make him a wee bit too harsh, but I just didn't want my take on Dean to fall into another one of those overly soppy big brother Deans sometimes portrayed in fanfics. Although now my Dean may have fallen into the overly arsehole big brother Dean category lol. Sorry!! Because the brothers come across injuries all the time, I thought maybe Dean wouldn't be too panicked, maybe I was wrong. I rather like Dean though!! Writing limp Sam is more exciting as a writer, but I probably enjoy writing Dean's character more. What about all you authors? What do you think?
Oh Mr Kripke, thank you for giving us this fun television show:)
Thanks again for reading so far! x
