Author's Note: Sorry I've been taking so long to write up this chapter, but to tell you the truth, I've been kind of...lazy (*turns away and blushes*). Anyway, that's passed now and I'm now back on form. I've got a lot of stuff planned for this season and I've been planning it all out. I've got a lot in store for the boys. So please, enjoy this chapter and I should have the next one up real soon. I promise! (*fingers crossed*)
Returning to their motel room after eating breakfast at the café, Sam feels satisfied that he's eaten enough to nourish their baby needs as well as his own, decides that now's the time to meet up with Lucas at his apartment to find out what the hell's going on with the constant images of him inside his head before they leave the town for good.
Dean's sitting in front of Sam's laptop, besides the window, fingers tapping furiously at the silver keys as he searches the web for any supernatural activity nearest their area. No hits as of yet.
"Dean?" Sam calls, grabbing his brother's attention away from the computer screen, for the moment.
"What is it Sam?"
Sam, not seeming to notice that he's holding his breath, suddenly lets it out, his hand instinctively scratching the back of his head, as one would if they were struggling to let something out.
"Er…I was thinking…," he takes a minute to really think about what he's about to say next. Ever since he'd been led by déjà vu into the hands of Dracula (see Episode 1) and nearly killed by a female demon by the name of Phebe, who fed on the "essences" of lovers after they'd had sex (see Episode 2), Dean doesn't allow Sam to go off on his own, in fear that he won't be able to protect him like he promised himself and their father.
"I was thinking of maybe, before we leave town, we'd drop by Luca's apartment so, you know, I can tell him goodbye and stuff."
Dean nods, his left index finger tapping against his stubble chin, "Shouldn't be a problem except for one condition." A finger's pointing to the ceiling to ethicize the number.
Sam's eyebrows point upwards, his hands out by his side in a gesture that clearly means, "And?".
Dean now stands to his feet, the laptop forgotten for the moment, "I'm coming in with ya." Saying it as though it's his final answer, his arms crossing over his chest as though to emphasize his point and there is nothing that Sam can do to make him change his decision.
The tall, brown-haired Winchester smiles, his dimples on full effect, at the simple fact that Dean's being regular Dean as usual; stubborn, overly protective, all-round big brother but Sam can't fault him on that.
"Alright but you might as well stay in the car. I'm only going to be a couple of minutes. Tops. Just going in to say goodbye and then we'll be off again. I swear." Sam says in an attempt to sway Dean, noticing that his brother's eyes narrow, as if he's trying to burrow into his mind to see what he's up to, before nodding once, signifying that he somewhat agrees with Sam.
"Okay. Have it your way Sam. I'll allow you some alone time with your ex before we head off." He then points his index finger at Sam, "But if you're not out of there in 5, I'm coming in after ya, with my guns locked and loaded. Understand?" He informs Sam, the other nodding in agreement, dimpled smile still plastering his face.
"Alright. Now that's dealt with, why don't you go and get some rest. You look tired. I've got this," Dean nods to the laptop, sitting back down on the chair to continue looking for any hits on anything of the supernatural variety.
"You sure?"
"Yeah," Dean waves away Sam's concern before pointing at the double bed, "Now get yourself in that bed before I start spankin'." He mocks mischievously, his lips arching into his trademark smirk. God does Sam love the way Dean talks dirty and how good-looking he looks whenever he pulls off that smirk.
"Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty," Sam winks, unbuttoning his shirt and allowing it to slip off his shoulders, down his side before piling on the floor, along with his jeans and his undershirt until he's just in his plain white boxers. Calvin Klein's to be exact.
Slipping into the comfortableness and softness of the double bed, Sam lets out a relaxed sigh, his arms grasping the quilt tightly against his chest. A second later Dean's leaning over him, hand pressing softly against the side of Sam's neck before kissing him "goodnight" on the lips.
"Night, Dean," Sam whispers, his lips just brushing against Dean's, who leans back and brushes the bangs away that are covering his eyes, "G'night, Sammy." He then pulls the quilt away, enough just to reveal Sam's tight stomach, before pressing a soft kiss on the navel whispering, "G'night little one."
He knows it's an incredibly mawkish thing to do, and they both know how he feels about moments like that, but on occasions, where it involves their child, Dean can allow himself to let it go. Pulling the blanket back over Sam, Dean leans over and kisses him on the forehead, uttering softly, "Sleep tight."
Sam, now feeling a little tired, allows it to overtake him and eventually falls into a much needed slumber, not able to hear Dean slipping away and returning to his seat in front of the laptop.
As he persists on looking for hunts near their vicinity, Dean steals quick glances at his sleeping Sammy and smiles, thoughts of how beautiful he looks heavy on his mind. Sweet dreams Sammy.
Little does Dean know that Sam's dreams, for the time being, are sinister, terrifying and not the least bit sweet…
A number of hours later, sometime in the mid-afternoon, Sam awakes, sitting up abruptly as a hand shoots up to rest on the side of his head. Sam can feel the sweat literally pouring down his face and neck, wiping it away with the back of his other hand. He's also breathing rather quickly, taking a few deep breaths in order to slow them down.
Looking around the motel room Sam can see that Dean isn't around. He turns his head immediately to the bathroom, wondering if he's relieving himself or taking a shower. Nope. The light isn't on and there's no sound of water running.
Where the hell could he have gone? Sam asked himself, throwing the blanket aside and his legs to the side, placing his feet on the floor to stand up. He instinctively places his palms on his stomach, rubbing them gently against it, Hey, sweet thing. Where do you think your Daddy's gone?
He looks over to the clock that's hung up on the wall that's opposite the door and saw that it was nearly half four. Wow, I've slept for near enough 5 hours! Did Dean leave me in here alone for all that time? Sam ponders, realizing now that Dean's nowhere in sight.
Suddenly, the sound of the door opening and closing causes Sam to turn back around to face it, suddenly smiling dimply at whoever's just walked in.
"Hey babe, you're awake. Did you sleep okay?" Dean asks, concern evident on his face as he places the two brown bags on the table next to the laptop before stepping up to the lovable giant.
Sam nods his head, pulling Dean into a heartfelt embrace, "Yes, I slept like a rock but I was more concerned with the fact that you weren't in the room. How long have you been out?" Sam asks as he pulls away from Dean.
"About 10, 15 minutes. Why?"
"Oh…so what have you been doing this whole time while I was asleep?"
"Well, first I continued my search on your laptop for any cases that are nearby and after what felt like hours but was really 20 minutes, I managed to find something that's worth investigating." He stops for a minute to return to the bags he'd placed on the table and starts to fish around in them, looking for something in particular for Sam, "And before I forget, just been down to the store to pick up some essentials for the road. I also bought you something to eat, if I can just find the damn things."
A few seconds later Dean lets out a "Aha!" and pulls out a box which consists of 4 doughnuts, all filled with peanut butter. An ingredient Sam's been craving more of in the past fortnight. He now practically lives for peanut butter.
"You know, Dean, you could buy me something healthier every once in a while. Just because I've been craving for peanut butter for the past week or two, doesn't mean I'm gonna go off other types of food." Sam replies, even though he's opening up one side of the box to get at the deliciously sugary treats that are sealed within.
Dean nods his head, "I know, babe. I just thought you could do with having a treat. I promise, when we get to the next town, I'll dine with all kinds of that healthy crap you moan about wanting to eat. Just wait a minute while I put these in the car." He then picks up the brown bags with both arms and heads out the room again, shutting the door behind him.
Sam, with a peanut butter doughnut, falls backwards onto the bed, taking a bite of it whilst placing a hand on his stomach, enjoying the sugary treat he's holding between his thumb and forefinger.
When Dean returns after putting the bags in the car, Sam sits back up, having finished the doughnut, and licks his finger clear of the sugar.
"So, what did you find out? Where is it? What does it entail?"
Dean sits himself down on the chair next to the table while Sam searches through his duffle bag for a clean set of clothes. He isn't going to have a shower now, he'll just wait until they reach the next town. Then he can enjoy one with Dean in tow.
"It's up in Worcester, Massachusetts. About an hour or so away. Apparently the local police station's been receiving calls from citizens claiming that they're ghosts haunting their houses."
Sam turns from fishing into his duffle to reply, "Poltergeists," at the same time as Dean does.
"Well, at least it'll be an easier job than the last few we've entailed in these passing months," Sam replies, finding some clean clothes and lying them on the bed.
Dean sighed, "Yeah, you've got that right, Sammy." He then starts to think of all the hunts he's been on with Sam since his "resurrection" from Hell. Yep, this next job's gonna be a hell of a lot easier to get done than the previous ones. Especially now that I've got another Winchester to protect other than Sammy.
With Sam now fully clothed in a red and navy-blue checked shirt, as well as an undershirt, his favourable faded jeans and shoes, Sam packs his dirty clothes back into his duffle and passes it over to Dean, who gladly takes it off his hands.
"You ready to go?" Dean asks, making his way over to the door and fishing the room's key from his pocket. Sam unplugs his laptop from the wall socket, wrapping it around the contraption, and holds it firmly under his right arm.
"Yep. That's everything."
"Come on, let's get outta here. The sooner you say goodbye to Lucas, the sooner we can get back on the road and onto the next mission."
While Dean's locking up and taking the key back to the receptionist, Sam strolls on towards the Impala, too busy thinking about the dream he'd just had before Dean came into the room. Well, it was more like the nightmares and illusions he'd been facing ever since Lucas had kissed him last night. However, this time it was more intense, more realistic, as though it was happening in real-life instead of inside Sam's psyche.
Leaning against the passenger side-door, watching Dean approaching from the motel reception, Sam then thinks of Lucas and meeting him after what he'd done. Was he really the course of these illusions and nightmares? His mind's voice asks him, Do you think he has anything to do with the occult? Made a deal with someone? You never know, you haven't seen him in 4 years and everyone knows that people can change in any matter of time.
His thinking's interrupted by the sound of Dean's voice calling, "Sammy? Sam, are you alright? You were spacing out just then."
Sam shakes the thoughts away, "Yeah, I'm cool. Just lost in my thoughts that's all."
As they climb into the car and Dean starts it up, the engine roaring as he revs it up, Sam starts to worry about what's going to transpire at Lucas' apartment. What's worrying him the worst is the fact that he's got 5 minutes to get everything out of Lucas about what's happening to him before Dean literally walks in, guns blazing…
