Tony slid the key into the motel room door. He was greeted by a mess of clothes and few random guns thrown around.
"Fighting a war we don't know about guys?" he asked. Dean and Sam walked in and started to put away their things.
"In a way. These are just family heirlooms." Dean said as Gibbs surveyed the weapons.
"I'm afraid we will be taking these for the remainder of the investigation. You'll get them back later." Gibbs said and held out a duffel bag for the guns.
"Agent Gibbs, can I ask what we are doing here in the first place? I know this is our hotel room but why did you take us here?" Sam asked, putting a small glock into the bag.
"I figured you would like to check out and maybe get your things since you are not leaving my sight while we are searching for your father." he said. Dean stopped what he was doing and quietly pounded his fist onto the bed.
"Have a problem with authority Dean?" Tony asked from the doorway.
"Always. Only my father can give me orders. Don't worry Gibbs, we won't run." he said. He slid in a few shirts and pants into his duffel and threw them on the floor next to his bed. Ziva picked it up and went through it, much to Dean's dismay.
"May I see the journal you had with your earlier?" Gibbs said. Sam pushed away his messenger bag and turned to Gibbs.
"I don't think you want to look through it. I mean, it's just random nonsense. Dean even once said that he writes like Yoda." Sam said.
"The journal, Sam." Gibbs said and held out his hand. Sam stood still for a minute but Gibbs didn't let down. He reluctantly handed it over to Gibbs and awaited his reaction. Gibbs looked at a couple of pages and put the journal into his jacket pocket.
"Didn't find anything useful so far Gibbs?" Tony asked. Ziva handed back the bags to Sam and Dean as they were watching Gibbs.
"Can you two excuse me while I talk to these two in private? Call Abby and see if there is anything on the phone call and call McGee and tell him Ill need him to run some coordinates." he said. After Ziva and Tony left, Gibbs shut the door and shut the blinds.
"Agent Gibbs, is there some sort of problem?" Dean asked. He was calm and cool on the outside but Gibbs could tell by the tone of his voice that inside he was in a fit of rage.
"There will be if you lie to me. Sit." he said and pointed to the small table in the corner of the room. He put the journal in the middle of the table and observed both Sam and Dean eyeing it intensely. "What has your father been doing all the years I haven't been in touch with him?"
"We've been on a road trip." Dean said.
"Dean we should just tell him. He won't believe us anyway." Sam said.
"Try me." Gibbs said and picked up the journal. "All I see in here are stories about the supernatural. Ones you would find on that site Gibbs said.
"I can't believe they still have that site up." Dean said and ran his hands through his hair.
"Just tell me what you have been doing."
"We hunt." Dean said and leaned back in his chair. He slouched down and crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive position. Sam leaned forward and got onto Gibb's level.
"We hunt supernatural beings. We look for strange obits, newspaper articles, anything that would suggest something out of the ordinary is going on. We kill the things that mean to harm others and move on to the next case. The FBI has been on our tail a few times, but we've managed to evade them." Sam said. Dean was irked that his brother just let Gibbs know all these things. This was supposed to be their family secret and here he was spilling his guts like he was on Oprah. Sam got so mad when he let Cassie know the big secret yet now Gibbs knew everything.
"You hunt supernatural beings. You're right; it's a little hard to believe. But considering the strange way your mother died, I wouldn't put it past John to try and find someone responsible for her death." Gibbs said.
"Let's leave our mother out of this Agent Gibbs." Dean said, aggravation stirring up in his gravel voice.
"Am I hitting a sore spot?" Gibbs said.
"Yes you are. Why don't you call Matt Lauer and let him have an exclusive. I'll tell him my sob story about how my mother's death caused my father to bring us young kids out on the road to hunt supernatural entities. When he questions the existence of ghosts and things that go bump in the night, I'll pull a Tom Cruise and tell him he's being glib." Dean said and stared at Gibbs.
"Obviously you two believe this but I believe in this reality. Don't tell the other agents this. I want to keep their heads level on this case. I want to find your father and I don't need anything screwing up their focus, all right?" Gibbs said.
"Yes sir." Sam said. Dean was fuming on the inside, angry that Sam would give into someone so easily and not even put up a fight. Gibbs pointed towards their bags laying the floor.
"Get changed. You've got five minutes. Don't even think about trying to escape because I will hunt your asses down and arrest you before you can even make it to the next block." Gibbs said and left the dark motel room. Dean sat in silence. Sam got up and threw Dean's bag at him.
"You heard Gibbs, we need to get changed."
"I'm not listening to that guy."
"You gonna stay in that itchy suit all day Dean?"
"Well since you put it that way. There is just one thing I don't understand Sammy."
"What's that Dean?" Sam asked, sighing with frustration. Dean took off his suit jacket and laid it across the bed. He rubbed his forehead and fought the urge to just punch Sam. He gritted his teeth and could feel the pressure on his jaw.
"Why did you cave in so easily? This guy knows nothing about our family and I intended to keep that quiet. We were just going to tell him we wanted Ducky to look at the autopsy and be on way."
"Well we didn't think that Gibbs was such a good friend of Dad's. Listen, we tell him what he wants to know and pretty soon we can get what we want and leave. No way is he going to keep us forever for just impersonating some doctors."
"What about our record Sam? Not exactly spot free. I mean the freaking FBI is after us."
"If this agency runs like the ones on TV, they don't get along real well. No way is he going to let the FBI take over this investigation." Sam said and he slid on a pair of jeans. A few grease stains were still left on the hem from walking through dark parking lots and alley ways but Sam never really cared for an extra neat appearance. Dean sat on the bed, stopped in the middle of tying his boots and he tossed the bible lying on the bed at Sam's head. Sam ducked and looked back Dean. He sat in a peaceful manner, as if he didn't do anything.
"The TV Sam? I swear, the reasons for you needing to get laid just accumulate day after day." Dean said and slung his bag over his shoulder.
"Does your whole world revolve around sex Dean?"
"Only if it means that you would be less annoying if you got a little action." Dean said and opened the hotel door. He smiled and walked out to the parking lot. Sam hurried after him, ready to kill Dean at a moments notice.
Tony sat on the hood of the car, waiting for the two brothers to emerge from their room. Ziva sat next to him, cleaning her nails with her knife. He never understood how she never managed to cut herself. He guessed it was the Mussod training that kept her agile enough not to put to much pressure on the knife.
"Boss, are you sure it's a good idea to leave them alone like that?" Tony asked. The sun shone down brightly onto Gibb's sunglasses and reflected back into Tony's eyes. He put his hand over them to shield them from the bright spring sunlight.
"They already told me all I needed to know. Just looking for their father. They won't run, they already know they are in deep shit."
"Why do you think they told you everything, just gave it up so quickly?" Ziva asked, closing her knife with her hip.
"My guess is they want to find their father so they are trying to cooperate anyway they can. Mostly, they are just trying to put on a good front so they can get away later."
"You're not going to let them get away, are you boss?" Tony asked.
"I don't know yet DiNozzo. We'll figure that out when we come to that road." Gibbs said and took a swig of his coffee. It was barely warm now but he needed all the caffeine he could get. Dean was the first to exit the room, always on point. Sam hurried behind him, acting like the little brother he always was.
"We leaving Agent Gibbs?" Dean said and threw his bag into the trunk that DiNozzo opened.
"Yes, back to the office to see if anything has come up."
"Good, great, grand. Let's go." Dean said and slid into the back seat. Ziva hurriedly rounded the car and sat next to him, trying to keep a close eye on him.
"Sorry about my brother. He's just angry that I told you everything." Sam said and gently put his bag into the trunk.
"I understand his anger. I half expected you to come out with a black eye."
"I half expected it too." Sam said and smiled.
"You know, even with your brother's lack of authority, he would make a good soldier." Gibbs said.
"That's where you are wrong Gibbs. We are soldiers. Just not in the same fight as you." Dean yelled from the backseat. Sam looked hard at his brother, whose face wore an expression of intense anger, and slid in the backseat next to him. Gibbs shut the door and make sure it was locked then climbed into the drivers seat. Tony shut his phone and turned to Gibbs.
"That was Abby. She said she found something on the phone that might be important." he said.
"What did she say?" Dean said, leaning forward. Ziva grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.
"We'll know more when we get back Dean. Just relax." Ziva said. Tony looked up at the review mirror to see Dean giving Ziva a sly smile. He rolled his eyes at his and pulled his arm up onto the edge of the door. What was this kid trying to do? No way was Ziva going to give in to him that easily. She had barely given into him.
The drive back to the office was long and tedious. Sam stared out the window; looking at all the historical sites knew he would never get a chance to see. He made a mental note of how they looked, wishing he had a camera around to snap a few pictures. He tried using his phone but at the speed Gibbs was driving, all he got was a few blurry images and decided to give up. Dean gave him a funny look every time he heard the camera button snap and reached to take it away. He batted his arm away, almost hitting Ziva in the process.
"Sorry Ziva. I wasn't aiming for you." he said.
"Don't worry about it Sam. It takes a little more then a flailing arm to hurt me." she said. Sam put the phone back into his jacket pocket and looked at everyone else. Dean was looking at Ziva, up and down, and Ziva was watching him out of the corner of her eye. Her peripheral vision must have been flawless. They pulled into the parking lot and Gibbs shut off the car. Sam reached for the door but found that it was locked.
"Uhh Gibbs, the door is locked." Sam said, rattling the handle a little more.
"I know. I just need some assurance from you two that you aren't going to try and run." he said.
"I thought we told you that we weren't going to. I don't break promises Gibbs, unless I owe you money." Dean said. Gibbs was silent as he adjusted the rearview mirror to focus on a black car behind them. Tony shot a glance at it and couldn't notice anything different off the bat.
"Gibbs, what's going on?" he asked, even though he knew Gibbs barely told them what was going on.
"Look at the plates." Gibbs said. Tony and Ziva turned to look at the car and spotted the subtle difference.
"The FBI is here." Ziva said.
"Sonabitch." Dean said and wrapped his coat tighter around his body. Sam put his head in his hands and closed his eyes tight.
"What are we gonna do?" Tony asked.
"What we normally do, avoid them and lie our asses off." Gibbs said and opened the door to the car. The dinging echoed in everyone's ears and panic started to set in. Dean didn't know how he was going to get out of this and keep Sam safe. This could be the end of the road for them.
