Sorry it's so short this time around. I will hopefully have a bit more time this weekend. Enjoy the snippet.

Chapter Seven


Dean was right about the nurses they were definitely not happy when they walked into his room to find him passed out on his hospital bed. His open and closed wounds resting on the freshly laundered sheets however he quickly won back their compassion with just a little grin, a shrug, and a slight wince.

The rest of the night passed quickly for Dean, his drugs were upped slightly because the nurses insisted that he must be in a world of pain and he slept like a baby due to them he supposed. When he woke up in the morning Bobby was already sitting in the plastic chair at his side looking exhausted but happier than he had since he had arrived. Noticing that Dean was alert Bobby began, "We got it, just where you thought it would be."

"Wait, you went after it last night? I thought you were going today." Dean questioned quickly.

"You idjit, you didn't serious think I would tell you the exact night, you would've tried to climb out the hospital window in order to be there." Bobby stated with a smirk. Dean cocked his head, Bobby was probably right.

"So were there any complications?"

"Nope, not a one; Ya did your research well." Dean smiled slightly.

"Poker?"


Sam couldn't shake the feeling and that feeling had him standing in line at the airport attempting to book a ticket for South Dakota of all places. He couldn't believe that he was giving in to such a silly feeling especially going to South Dakota. He couldn't even imagine attempting to explain to his friends why he decided to spend his last few days of vacation there, but yet here he was. Sammy considered turning around, getting out of line, going back to see Jess and join her and her family for the weekend but something held him there, something indescribable.

"One for as close as you can get me to Alaska South Dakota, please."