Warning: I do discuss why a person might do self harm in this chapter. If this is a trigger for you have marked the small section with ** if you would like to skip that part. If you would like a summary, please pm me. NC


Chapter 7

Fog clouded his mind as he tried to remember where he was and what had happened to him. Intense pain radiated through his body from his head to his feet from the beatings he had taken from the guards. Bits and pieces of memories skated around the outskirts of his mind as faces he didn't know flashed by and a small, dark, cramped, space that he could barely breath in surfaced for a moment before vanishing and a hot, damp, stinky, dirty room took its place. His body was carelessly tossed into the cell onto the hard rock floor. He couldn't move and had to work hard on drawing in a shallow breath while coughing from the dust and rotten straw strewn over the floor. Sam tossed his head back and forth and his sweaty, trembling body jerked with the memories of his torture. His breathing quickened and panic set in as other much worse ones forces their way to the front of his mind. The guards thought it was funny to trip him or give him rotten food and dirty water to drink. They gave him enough to keep him alive and able to work, but just barely. If he slowed or didn't do what he was told the sting of a whip lashed out cutting into his back with a painful reminder who was in control. He clenched his jaw until he thought it would break, but he wouldn't cry out or give them the satisfaction of showing his pain. The Mexicans from the village that were enslaved there were treated no better, but did try to sneak him a morsel of bread or tortilla shell when they could. Then one of the guards took too much of an interest in him and decided to visit him one night. He weakly fought against his attacker but couldn't stop him from sexually assaulting him. Sam cried out and fought the imaginary attacker as strong hands grabbed his upper arms trying to calm him. He could hear a voice calling out to him from far away and continued to struggle until darkness raced across his mind sending him down into the abyss of nothingness where the pain disappeared.

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With the first whimper and thrashing from the other bed had Dean instantly awake and by his brother's side. He grabbed his arms and tried to hold him down as Sam struggled and cried out trying to fight him. Dean saw the vacant, dull, empty look in his eyes and knew whatever Sam was seeing was something only he could see. He made out a couple of words, 'No, no! Stop!' and then just whimpers and sobs until he stopped breathing.

"Hey! Hey Sammy take it easy, you're having a nightmare." Dean tried to assure him. "C'mon bro snap out of it, you gotta breath." he insisted when he saw Sam's face turning red and his breathing stopped after one rattling breath. "Sammy! Damnit breath!" Dean yelled shaking him only to have his head roll side to side like a limp noodle.

"Gunny move now!" Nitro said pushing him aside as she started examining Sam. She checked his pulse and respiration before jerking his upper body up and giving a sharp slap between his shoulder blades making Sam wheeze in a short breath. "That's it Pup, take another one." she encouraged letting Sam's head rest on her shoulder as she carefully rubbed his back.

Dean let the breath he was holding out when he heard the raspy intake of air by his brother. He brushed a hand down his face and rested both elbows on his knees as he leaned over to lay his head in his hands. He pulled in a couple of deep breaths before looking back as the two of them.

"Is he ok?"

"I think he was having a panic attack in whatever nightmare he was having. He forgot how to breath." she replied gently rocking Sam's unconscious body and humming to him again. "Might as well expect something like this for a while Gunny. He's been through so much trauma his mind can't handle it all. It's gonna take a lot of patience and understanding with him. Just don't give up on him, you hear me? Don't you ever give up on him or you'll answer to me." she said giving him an 'I'm not messing around here' look.

"Don't worry, I won't. I wasn't there when he needed me, but I'm damn sure gonna be there for him from now on." Dean swore as he fought the guilt that was eating at his very soul. He didn't know if he could ever forgive himself for what Sam had gone through. Dean didn't know if he even had the right to ask for forgiveness from Sam.

"We need to talk Gunny." Nitro told him as she gently laid Sam back down on the bed and covered him. She walked over to the fridge and pulled out two waters, sitting them on the table before taking a seat.

Dean walked to the table and sat across from her accepting the water and waited for her to speak. He stared hard at the water, thinking he could use something stronger right now; maybe a bottle would numb his tortured soul.

"Gunny...I know this may be hard for you to hear, but you need to understand why a person would harm themselves like Sam was doing. He was cutting himself as a coping strategy to deal with the horrible loss of his Mom. If what you said was true and he blamed himself for her death...Well he was trying to come to terms with that in his own way. He felt detached and numb and unable to tell anyone what was going on with him. I'm sure he didn't know himself and that made it that much harder for him. He probably became argumentative, isolated himself, had mood swings and tried to distant himself from everyone. It was like he became a different person. Am I right?" she asked to have Dean nod yes to her question. "Some describe cutting as soothing and as a way to feel in control and engaged in life. You leaving may have, you hear me may have contributed to it, but listen to me Gunny; you'll have to come to terms with that and move on. I think whether you were there or not, the self harm would probably have happened. Cutting himself like that does not mean he was trying to commit suicide either. Right now what's important is Sam and helping him heal. When he wakes up he's going to be very vulnerable, insecure, lost and balancing on a very thin edge and one false move could send him tumbling over." Nitro explained to him and hoped to help him understand.

Dean didn't look up or say anything as she spoke trying to comprehend all she was saying. When she stopped talking he wasn't sure what to say. He wrestled with the words in his mind, wanting to understand, but feeling way out of his league with this.

"Look Gunny, if you don't think you can handle it I..." she started to be cut off quickly by Dean.

"I'd never give up on my little brother, no matter what it takes. He has no one else but me now..." he stated firmly and fiercely, clenching his fists tightly with his passion, staring hard at his fists. He let out a slow breath as he pulled his emotions back out of sight and calmed slightly. "You seem to know a lot 'bout this." he commented, finally looking sideways at her.

"You could say that I guess." Nitro whispered softly scratching at the label on her water bottle. "Had a very close friend growing up...No one ever knew until it was too late...She died at fifteen...Let's just say, I didn't have much support myself and that was tough. You know all of us have a past we don't wanna talk about and you have been ok with that, as have the others. I'm not gonna dredge up my past now, just know I feel a special bond with your brother."

"Little Wolf I'm sorry for you loss." Dean told her quietly not sure what to say to comfort her. "Not knowing anything about this is a big disadvantage for me. I hope you can guide and help me so I don't screw it up and lose him. God I can't lose him." Dean pleaded urgently.

"You don't even need to ask; of course I'll be there for both of you. Sometimes it takes an outsider to point out the problems and help find the solutions."

"You think there's a chance we can leave at first light?" Dean questioned. "I'd like to get Sammy somewhere permanent so we can settle in and get familiar with our surroundings. Give him some stability and calmness and a place where he'll feel safe."

"Might as well, we can make him a bed in the back seat and stop when we need to. Both of us can drive so that will help." she agreed.

"Should I try to get some more liquid into him or leave him alone?"

"The more he drinks the better off he will be, but I don't think you'll get him awake enough right now. Let him rest Gunny, we'll get some more in him before we leave." she assured him. "Look why don't you try to get some more rest."

"Not gonna happen." he said staring off into space with a lost look in his eyes.

"In that case...Why don't ya do some reading." she told him opening up her laptop and pulling up some articles for him. "These will help." she told him turning the laptop toward him.

Looking down at the screen, he saw there were articles listed on Self Harm. He looked back at her as she got up and headed back to the bed to lay down leaving him to his reading. Dean moved to the couch to be more comfortable and settled down with the laptop in his lap. He clicked on the first article and expelled a slow breath before starting to read.

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It was about an hour before the sun would be up and Dean sat back and rubbed his tired, bloodshot eyes. His mind was reeling with all the articles he had read and related links he had browsed. His mind was in overload with all the information that he had studied. His attention was pulled to the bed where his brother lay as soft moans had him moving to the bed.

"Sammy, hey can you hear me?" Dean asked sitting down beside him on the bed and placing a hand on his shoulder. He hid the hurt look when Sam pulled away from his touch and curled into a ball, shivering uncontrollably.

"He ok?" Nitro asked appearing by his side looking down at Sam.

"I don't know." Dean mumbled getting up from his seat on the bed and moving away from him.

"Pup, are you awake?" Nitro asked him cautiously seeing a little movement from him. "Can you look at me sweetie?" Nitro and Dean watched closely to see if Sam would respond to her or not.

The softness under him told Sam he was not in the cell in Mexico any more, but he didn't know where he was or who had saved him. Some distant brief thought flitted through his mind, but he couldn't hold on to it. His entire body ached with each little movement he tried to make and he couldn't stop the moans that escaped from him. A male voice spoke and he felt the weight of a hand on his shoulder and pulled away in fright; all his mind was telling him was to protect himself the only way he knew, curl into a ball. A female voice that seemed familiar to him spoke gently, but the words were like a foreign language to him. His brain was not able to interpret what was being said but Sam seemed to know he was not in danger from her. It took so much effort for Sam to force his eyes open only into slits. There were two shadowy figures standing beside the bed but he couldn't make out either face since his vision was still blurry and foggy.

"There you are." Nitro cooed to Sam when she saw a hint of eyes peaking out. "Think you can drink something?"

Sam couldn't answer and barely nodded yes as he kept his eyes on the female voice. He saw the other bigger shadow move away and a few seconds later he could feel a straw on his lips and tried to raise his head slightly to pull it into his mouth and sucked hard to draw liquid into his dry mouth. The coldness felt good on his raw throat and he worked on sucking more of the soothing wetness.

"Easy there Pup, don't need you choking again. You can have more just don't make yourself sick." Nitro cautioned him watching what little she could see of his eyes go in and out of focus. She didn't know if he was really seeing her or not as he closed his eyes and worked on sipping the Gatorade.

After part the bottle was gone, Sam let his head drop back on the pillow and sighed, exhausted from the effort of drinking. He could here the voices talking nearby but was too tired to concentrate on what was being said. Sam could feel his stomach wanting to rebel what he drank and tried to breathe normally as the darkness returned once again sending him into the abyss where he floated in a sea of blackness.

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"That's good he was able to drink right?" Dean asked Nitro as she sat the bottle down.

"Yes, but I think he's unconscious again."

"We might as well get ready and leave. Maybe its better he's out of it so we can get him in the car."

"I hate to mention it, but he probably needs changing and some more medicine put on his bottom and another shot of antibiotics." she told him trying not to make Dean feel uncomfortable with it. "I can give him another shot of pain meds to make the trip easier on him too."

"Oh, yeah, right." Dean said looking around the room until his eyes landed on the Depends package.

"Why don't I go use the bathroom and get my stuff and you can get your brother ready to travel." she suggested deciding he needed to do this alone. "I'll get the cream and gloves for you."

Dean pulled another Depends from the pack and laid it by his brother's still body. He accepted the items from Nitro and waited as she stepped into the bathroom. He picked up a glove and worked his hand into it and did the same with his other hand. Dean leaned down and carefully began to move Sam's lower body, straightening out his legs so he could slip his sweats off and then the Depends briefs.

Nitro stuck her head back out the bathroom door and informed him, "Don't forget to wipe him off with the wipes."

"Right." he nodded looking around for them until he saw them. He pulled two out and wiped Sam's privates before taking dry briefs and slipping them up his legs, pausing before pulling them up over his hips. Dean shifted Sam's body over to his side so he could access his bottom. He squeezed the cream onto one gloved finger and carefully parted his butt cheeks so he could apply the medicine and let his finger slip inside his anus long enough to spread the medicine. Once he was done, he slipped off the gloves and pulled the briefs on up and replaced his sweats. The one thing he was thankful of was Sam remained unconscious through it all.

"I'm done if you wanna use the bathroom." Nitro said glancing out first to see if Dean was done before stepping on out.

"Yeah, I shouldn't be long."

"I'll give Sam the shots and pack up our things and see if the guys are up."

"Alright." Dean replied before disappearing into the bathroom with clothes to change into.

Nitro looked in her field kit and got two small vials and two syringes, filling one with antibiotics and the other with pain medicine. She opened an alcohol wipe and swabbed each arm before quickly injecting him in each arm. She pulled her cell out and hit a button waiting for Shadow to answer as she moved around the room picking up their things and putting them in their duffels.

"So you guys up too?" he asked seeing her name on his caller id.

"Yes, we're actually heading out too. So did you guys see an ice chest anywhere when you were out?" she questioned looking into the fridge. "I wanna keep some drinks cold for Sam."

"The convenience store across the street had some cheap ones. I think they're open by now, I'll run over and get you one."

"Thanks Shadow, are you guys heading out soon too?"

"Yep, we were hoping you'd be up to say good-bye. Now it looks like we can travel together part of the way, at least to Wichita. I won't be long, see ya in a bit."

"Alright." she said hanging up. Nitro was emptying the fridge when Dean came out of the bathroom rolling up his sleep clothes. "They're up and Shadow is going to the store across the road for an ice chest."

"Good idea. Think they'll have us arrested if we snag a couple of blankets and pillow?" Dean asked stuffing his clothes in his duffle.

"We'll leave a good tip." she shrugged already planning on taking that anyway.

"I'll go fix a bed for Sammy." he said gathering a couple of blankets and a pillow in his arms before heading for the door. He unlocked the Impala and arranged the blankets and pillow in the back for Sam. He saw Shadow walking across the parking lot carry a white Styrofoam cooler and waited for him at the door.

"Hey Gunny, here's the cooler Ni wanted. We're about ready to head out."

"Us too, she just needs to pack this and I need to get Sammy in the car."

"Want me to help? It'd be easier if we both carried him."

"You're right, c'mon I think we can go ahead and put him in the car and get him settled." he answered as he unlocked the door to his room.

"Here you go Ni, think it'll be big enough?"

"It'll do. I'll pack the drinks and grab some ice to go around them from the machine outside."

"We're gonna get Sammy in the car."

"Be careful with him and put a seat belt on him." she instructed going into mother hen mode.

"Yes Mom." Shadow snickered knowing that tone of voice. Nitro had used the mothering mode on all of them at one time or another and they all took it in stride.

"You take the lower part and I'll get the top." Dean told him as they eased Sam over to his back before picking him up. It wasn't hard since he didn't weight near as much as he should. Dean went first and walked backward out the door to the waiting car and gently got Sam onto the back seat. He worked a seat belt out from under him and fastened it around his midsection before covering him with one of the blankets. Once Dean was sure he looked comfortable, he bent his legs enough to close the back door and opened the trunk for their bags.

"I'll get Trace moving faster and we'll meet you guys back out here."

"Alright, sounds good."

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Dean sat the last of their things in the trunk and closed it as Nitro came back from turning in the keys. Shadow and Trace had the Chevy packed and waited for Dean to take the lead and head north. They were going to follow each other until Wichita where they would break off and head in opposite directions. It was going to take them approximately ten hours of driving if they only stopped for gas or restroom breaks. Nitro suggested they stop at the split and have one last meal together even if it meant having it outside at the cars so they could watch Sam. Rain was in the forecast, but it wouldn't deter them. Nitro settled into the passenger seat after giving Sam a once over and nodded to Dean. He brought the Impala to life and headed out with the Chevy following safely behind them. The traffic was still light and Dean hoped to be well up the interstate before the work rush hour started. Nitro fiddled with the radio until she found something to her liking and hummed along with the music. At the first gas stop, Nitro got Sam alert enough to drink a vanilla protein drink and a little water, then had Dean turn him so he wouldn't get sore from laying on one side. They switched out drivers in both cars and continued on their way picking up speed as the traffic got heavier and started moving faster.

Almost ten hours later Nitro pulled off the interstate and followed Dean's directions to a truck stop. They were only a couple of miles from where they would part company and decided the place was as good as any to stop at. Nitro stayed with Sam while the guys went in to use the restroom and order takeout food. She checked him over and got Jell-O and another protein drink in him. He tried to wake up but could only keep himself awake for about fifteen minutes, but still didn't comprehend what was going on around him. She helped him sit up and checked the wounds on his back. She massaged his body as best she could knowing he wasn't able to get out and walk around to stretch. Sam tried to speak, but it was like he couldn't put the words together to form a sentence and stopped trying.

After the guys came back out, Nitro took her turn going to the restroom and had Dean change Sam's briefs for dry ones. They ate at one of the tables set off to the side of the truck stop since the cars could be parked close enough for them to keep an eye on Sam. Dean rolled the windows down giving him fresh air while they ate and walked around to get the stiffness out of their bodies.

"You two drive safe and tell Bobby I'll be in touch." Dean told them giving each a brief hug and shoulder bump. "And give this to Bobby when you see him." he told Shadow handing him a brown envelope.

"We will and I will and the same with you two." Shadow replied feeling unhappy about them splitting up.

"Call me when you get there." Nitro commented motioning for Trace to join her at the car. "What have you two got planned?" she whispered where Dean couldn't hear.

"What? Don't know what you're..." Trace started trying to act confused with her question.

"Don't give me that line of bull crap, I know you two and something is going on." she hissed smiling when Dean looked her way. "Tell me or do I have to rat you two out?" she asked knowing if anyone would crack it would be Trace.

"Fine, I rented a cabin nearby in case we're needed." he told her. "We'll drive on over in a few days once we get a new car. Are you happy?"

"Now was that so hard?" she cooed with a smirk on her face.

"Everything ok?" Dean asked looking at the two suspiciously.

"It's great, just filling Ni in on some computer stuff she wanted to do." Trace shrugged trying to act innocent.

"Well if everyone's done, guess we need to head on out." Dean said pursing his lips 'cause he knew Trace wasn't telling the truth. One thing the team found hard to do was lie to Dean. He always seemed to know no matter how hard they tried. Shadow decided Gunny had been touched by some gypsy and given the shine and Trace thought he was psychic. Nitro didn't care one way or the other and just went with the flow. Dean didn't force the issue deciding he could ask Nitro about it after they got settled in at the cabin.

"See ya, behave." Nitro ordered bumping fists with her fellow teammates.

"You guys be careful too and keep us posted on things."

The team got in their separate cars and with final salutes and waves headed back to the interstate. It didn't take them long to get to where they would split and with a short tap on the horn, they parted company. Dean and Nitro were driving straight through without stopping for the night and Shadow and Trace were going to find a motel in a few hours and spend the night before heading on to Bobby's the next morning.

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"Are you sure you took the right road?" Trace complained trying to look at a map and look for road signs at the same time.

"Yes, stop bitching will you." Shadow told him. He looked in the rear view mirror and saw a car approaching then blue lights coming on. "Heads up, cops." Shadow said signaling to pull over as he slowed the car and eased it to the side of the road.

"Were you speeding?" Trace asked sitting up in the seat and glancing out the back window as the cop car pulled in behind them. "Can't let them look in the trunk or we're dead meat."

"No! I wasn't speeding, act natural."

"I can turn on my charm..."

"No! No! Just sit there and keep your mouth shut." Shadow hissed as a uniformed officer walked up to the driver's window. Shadow started to roll the window down but only it got it four inches and it stuck. He fiddled with the handle and put it up an inch before trying again. "Sorry 'bout this." he apologized trying not to panic as he wrestled with the window. Shadow could feel his face growing hot with embarrassment as he struggled to no avail to get it down.

"Why don't you just step out sir." the deputy requested her hand resting on her service weapon.

"Sure, no problem Deputy." he nodded unfastening his seat belt and carefully opening the car door. He stepped out and stood up towering over the deputy trying to act non-threatening. "Is there a problem?"

"Is this your car sir?" Deputy Mills asked the young man looking back at the car and glancing in to the other one in the passenger seat.

"No ma'am, we're returning it for a friend of ours to Singer Salvage. He's the owner." Shadow explained to her.

"Bobby Singer?"

"Yes Deputy, I believe so."

"Who's the friend?"

"A guy we served with, last name was Winchester but we called him Gunny."

"Didn't really learn names, sort of gave ourselves ones." Trace commented leaning over to look out the door at the female deputy trying to turn on the charm by giving her a large smile and winking at her.

"So you both served at the same time with Mr. Winchester?"

"Yes ma'am." Shadow answered giving Trace at stern look and wave to shut up.

"You two have names?"

"I'm Shadow and that's Trace, Deputy. You can ignore him."

"The salvage yard is five miles on down the road, take the next right and you'll see it on the right."

"Thank you Deputy."

"Tell Bobby, Deputy Mills says hello and you boys take care." she told them.

"We will Deputy Mills and you do the same." Shadow answered giving her a warm smile before she started back to her vehicle. He got into the car and sighed with relief knowing what they had in the trunk could get them thrown in jail. He threw a punch at Trace's shoulder for nearly blowing it. Trace fussed at him and punched him back. He cranked the Chevy and signaled to get back on the road to follow the deputy's instructions to Singer Salvage.

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Bobby was wiping his hands on a rag as he stepped from the garage to see his car pull into the driveway and stop in front of the house. He watched as two strapping guys got out looking around the place. They spotted Bobby walking toward them and moved to wait on him at the steps.

"Hello sir, are you Mr. Singer?" Shadow asked when he got close.

"I am and it's Bobby, you can drop the sir crap." Bobby replied. "You the two guys Dean told me about?"

"Yes sir...I mean Bobby. Gunny asked if we'd bring your car back." Trace answered holding his hand out to shake Bobby's.

"Gunny uh?" Bobby commented finding it interesting that Dean was called that.

"Yep, never really knew first names and not really last ones either, I guess. We sort of just picked up nicknames along the way."

"Well c'mon in, I'll put on a fresh pot of coffee or if ya got a hankering there's beer in the fridge."

"Beer sounds good."

The guys followed Bobby into the house and to the kitchen. They took a seat at the table and nodded their thanks when Bobby sat beers down in front of them. He went to the coffee pot and emptied the old grounds so he could start a fresh pot. Trace and Shadow sipped on their beers as they looked around the place with curious eyes. There were boxes with car parts sitting around the wall of the kitchen and the living room they passed through along with stacks of books that looked like car manuals. It seemed that this Mr. Singer was something of a pack rat.

"So you boys served with Dean?" Bobby asked taking a seat across from them.

"Yes sir, six years, he was our team leader." Shadow replied. "He was one of the good ones, took care of us."

"How many were in your team?"

"Us and one other, she's with Gunny now helping with the kid."

"How is the boy?"

"I won't lie to you, he was really bad, near death when we found him, but he seemed to be getting some better when we split up."

"That's good, that boy didn't deserve any of what happened to him. Lord I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen to an old man like me." Bobby sighed sadly shaking his head. He stared off into space for a moment, deep in thought before turning back to Dean's friends. "I know what you guys did is classified from what Dean said, but what did he do?"

Shadow and Trace looked at each other and then down at their beers before Shadow finally answered.

"Besides being the leader of our team and the planner, he was a sniper, one of the best out there."

"Yeah, what we did saved a lot of lives Mr. Singer. No one will ever know, but he was a true hero. He looked out for us and saved our asses on a number of occasions. Gunny, he had a conscious...And had morals that some didn't. No matter the mission we were given, he made sure if at all possible there were no civilian causalities. He was just like that, he valued life and he'd have taken a bullet for any of his Marine brothers. We became family and looked out for each other; Marines take care of their own."

"So what did you two do?"

"I'm the computer expert and can track anything." Trace said trying not to sound boastful.

"Well there's not a lock I can't pick and they say I can pass myself off as anyone and I'm a sniper too." Shadow shrugged not liking to talk about it.

"And this other one, a girl you say, what did she do?"

"That would be Nitro and her name says it all. She's an explosive expert. Ain't nothing she couldn't bring down plus she's our medic if we got injured. That's why she's still with Gunny helping out."

"It's good he has friends like you that he can count on like that." Bobby commented.

"Before I forget, a Deputy Mills stopped us on our way here, think she recognized the car and wanted to see why we were driving it. Anyway she said to tell you hello."

"Yeah, probably just checking since I weren't driving it. She's a good one, fair and level headed." he said.

"Why don't you boys plan on spending the night? I got a room upstairs with twin beds you can use. Dean and Sam usually take it when they'd visit."

"That's too much trouble; we'll hitch into town and get a motel room some where for the night. We'll be heading out in a day or so." Shadow told him looking at Trace to be sure he didn't say too much.

"Nothing doing, those beds upstairs they're free." Bobby insisted getting up to get a cup of coffee and stared hard at the two boys as he pursed his lips before commenting more. "I get the feeling you boys ain't telling me something, but that's ok...If you have that boy's back I think he'll be safe. You do have his back don't ya?"

"Always sir." they both said together and with conviction.

"So how ya two going to get around now?" he questioned. "Do you have something to drive?"

"We'll rent a car or find a good used one to buy."

"I might be able to help you with that. You looking for a car or truck?"

"Either's fine as long as it runs good."

"I might have something you'd be interested in. Been working on her for a while, just got the last part I needed to get her running again. Not the prettiest thing to look at, but she's not got any rust on her, a few dents, could use a new paint job. If you got a day or so she'll be ready. Why don't ya give her a look?"

"That's mighty kind of you Bobby, we'll see what you have."

"Let's take a walk then." he said sipping on his coffee before sitting it back down to lead them out.

"Gunny wanted me to give you this sir." Shadow said patting his pockets until he found the fat envelope Dean had given him and handed it to Bobby.

Bobby accepted the envelope as they passed into the living room and stepped into his office to drop it on his desk before joining them at the door. He would look at it later. Shadow and Trace followed the older man from the house and toward the large garage he had behind the house. It was one of several building positioned around this side of the house. They looked around and saw the stacks of vehicles lined around the other side of the house and thought he was a curious man. Shadow and Trace stepped into the last stall of the garage and followed Bobby inside wondering what they would find.


A/N: Thank you to all for the support with this story. Any guests who have left reviews, since I can't thank you personally I will thank you here for your reviews. I hope you are enjoying the new characters as they develop in the story. Reviews are welcome and appreciated. NC