Chapter Four- Einstein
Author's Note- Hey! Sorry this took a while! Hope you enjoy it! It seems that Sam's starting to pick faults with his brother! Enjoy!
Chapter Song- Fake It by Seether, i have to thank ParaCaerOuVoar for the suggestion =D
Dean drove the car over to Jericho through the rest of the night and most of the morning while Sam was sat next to him in the passenger seat, they didn't talk in the five hours it took them to just get to the country that it was in and pull into a gas station. This was mainly because Sam fell asleep after half an hour but he didn't mind, it was nice to be in close quarters with his brother without arguing for a few hours.
It was half past ten when they pulled in the gas station to fill the Impala up, Dean left Sam half asleep in the car while he went and paid.
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Sam yawned as he watched his big brother hook the pump up and go pay, there was still sleep in his eyes and he rubbed them as he tried to wake himself up. He looked around and noticed a cardboard box resting on the back seat. He reached his long arms around so he could pick it up and sit it on his lap. To his surprise it contained over thirty cassette tapes. He looked through them and stared at the labels. AC/DC. Black Sabbath. Motorhead. He sighed as he saw Dean around the back of the car unhooking the pump.
He then waved at Sam with cereal bars and juice in his hand, "you want breakfast?"
His immediate reaction was top screw one side of his face up, "Erm no thanks" then Sam thought about something, "How'd you pay for all that? You still running credit card scams?"
Dean nodded as he walked around to his side of the car and peered through the window, "yeah well hunting isn't exactly a pro-ball career"
"I know Dean" he said snappily, this was something that always caught his nerve, "what if those people actually exist? You could make their lives hell!"
"Jeez!" was his only reaction at first when he walked around the front of the car and sat in the driver's seat, "don't get your panties all tied up, i only send off the application it's not my fault the suits send me the cards"
He laughed bitterly, "sure and who's name did you write on it this time?" he stopped and waited for the reply.
"Bert Aframian and his son Hector" he said shortly and tried to hold his temper in as he let his brother rant.
"How did you even do it? I mean Ronnie was the only one smart enough to do it and not get caught!" he seethed as he let a small portion of the four years of neglect and anger seep out.
Dean flinched as he heard the name and it took a few seconds for him to recover and by that time Sam was back on the onslaught.
"Ha! And come on, you're not exactly Einstein are you?" he was saying.
He gritted his teeth.
"Hey, i even know why you keep doing this" he started, "it's not because of the thing that killed Mom or may have killed Dad, it's because you have nothing to go back to. Mom's dead, the Hadley's are dead, Ali has a family. I left you. She left you. You have nothing to go back too and i have nearly everything, that's why you didn't want me to go to Stanford in the first place"
Finally Dean snapped, "Shut up! How the hell do you know anything about me? Huh, I've been outta your life for four goddam years. You've been at college with a pretty little girlfriend and I've been out on the road working and you still think you know me in and out! Well i got news for you Sammy, you don't"
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After that Sam decided to do as he was told and stared out of the open window at the California countryside as both men allowed the anger to leave them.
When they were on the road and just driving on the main road into Jericho Sam dared open his mouth, but he had several false starts as he looked across at the driver whose jaw was set and his eyes staring hard on the road.
"So..." he started and he didn't respond, "Where would Dad start looking if he is here?"
Dean shrugged, "i don't know, maybe the crime scene or the cases of the other guys"
Sam nodded warily, he was fully aware that he had over stepped the mark earlier and swallowed the lump forming in his throat before trying to make a joke and smiled, "you know, you really need to update your cassette tape collection"
"Oh yeah" he said distantly with his eyes still on the dusty road, "why's that?"
"Because for one they're cassette tapes" he tried hard to lighten the situation, "and two" he pulled out several tapes from the box still on his lap, "Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? Dude this is the greatest hits of mullet rock!"
He looked over tearing his eyes away from the tarmac and grabbed the Metallica tape out of his hand and slotted it into the player, "So? House rules Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole"
The words had a sort of edge to them and he realised it was going to take a while for the effects of the argument to wear off and Dean turned the music up. Whiplash sounded through the car.
Sam gulped, "its Sam. Sammy is a chubby twelve year old"
"Sorry!" Dean shouted, "Can't hear you, the music's too loud!"
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A while later they drove past a sign that told them that the town was seven miles away. Sam was busy talking on the phone while Dean carried on driving at a steady speed just under the limit.
"Okay, thanks anyway" Sam said as he hung up his cell phone and turned to him, "Well there's no sign of anyone matching Dad's description at the police station or morgue...i guess that narrows the search down"
He placed the phone to his mouth as he thought of where else he could be.
Dean piped up, "well it's been twelve years, he might have a whole new look"
"Or he could look exactly the same" he said.
They didn't continue the conversation as they noticed police cars at the start of a bridge crossing a river. There were two of them and Dean parked up nearby before leaning over to the glove box and pulling out two fake IDs.
"Let's go" he said as he got out of the car after handing Sam an ID.
He glanced at it momentarily before opening the door and following him down the bridge. They walked confidently up to the police officers and they noticed the abandoned car with splatter marks on the inside of the windscreen.
Dean gave him a sideways glance and raised his eyebrows just as one of the policemen shouted out the edge of the bridge to some divers on the riverside.
"Did you guys find anything?" he asked.
The distant reply was, "No! Nothing!"
His colleague who was sat in the car also replied, "No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless, it's almost too clean…"
The other policemen turned to him, "so this Troy kid was dating your daughter?"
"Yeah" was the only thing the other man said as he carried on looking in the car.
"How's Amy taking it?" he asked concerned.
He sighed, "She's putting up missing posters in town"
Dean had been stood listening to their conversation with Sam next to him for a little while before clearing his throat, "You guys had another one like this a month ago didn't ya?"
The more senior police officer looked at them, "Who are you?"
He pulled out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans before flashing his fake ID and a stolen US Marshall badge, "federal Marshalls"
"You two are a little too young to be Marshalls aren't you?" he asked as he studied the badges before waving them away.
Dean laughed and put his wallet away, "thanks, that's awfully kind of you, but you did have another gig like this correct?"
"Yeah about one mile up the road and there's been others before that too" he told them.
Sam bit his lip as he thought back to their conversation, "So you knew the victim?"
He nodded, "in a town like this everybody knows everybody"
Dean walked around to the other side of the car taking in every detail of the blood splatter, "any connections between the victims apart from they're all men?"
"None that we can tell" he told them.
"So what's the theory?" Sam asked as he walked over next to Dean on the other side of the car to the policeman.
"Honestly?" he asked, "we don't know. Could be a serial killer or a kidnapping ring for all we know"
Dean laughed, "Well that's the exact type of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys"
Sam momentarily lost it and stamped his foot hard on to his brothers, he held in the curse words he wanted to scream.
"Thank you for your time" Sam said to them before Dean could say anything else, "Gentlemen"
They walked back to the car and when they were a safe distance away the shorter brother smacked the other around the back of the head.
"What was that for?" Sam asked.
"Why'd you have to step on my foot!" the other asked in a hushed voice because another car had just pulled up.
"Why'd you have to talk to police like that?" he retorted.
"Come on." Dean said, "They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean if we're gonna find Dad we've gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves"
"That's if Dads even alive" he said coldly, "and you really think talking to police like that is going to make them cooperate?"
He laughed, "No but I think I know a hell of a lot more about cases than you do"
Out of the nearby car several officers from the station down town including the Sheriff walked towards them
"Can I help you boys?" he asked the two seething brothers.
"No sir, we were just leaving." The older one told them and he added sarcastically to the two other officers with them as he walked past, Agent Mulder, Agent Scully."
When they were near the car Sam picked up the argument where it was left of, "That's exactly what I mean!"
"What?" he asked with his mouth partially open.
He gestured back up the bridge, "Agent Mulder? Agent Scully?"
"Ugh that's nothin'" was all he said as slid into the driver's seat choosing to ignore his brother's comments.