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Missed Turn
Chapter seven
"I only want to get my brother to the hospital." Dean told them as he kept his hands in the air. "I don't give a damn what you're doing here, it's not our concern." He knew his words probably meant nothing to the men but he had to try, his brother needed help.
"So you were going to get your brother help by stealing our truck?" Floyd asked as he kept his rifle pointed at Sam.
"No, not steal, borrow. Once I got my brother to a hospital I was going to return it." Dean knew they didn't believe him but it was all he could think of to say.
"Sure you were."
"What you do here is none of our business."
"You bet it isn't."
"We were just passing through town and once my brother gets fixed up we're out of here, and we won't be looking back."
"And you weren't going to tell the law about our little operations out there?" Floyd nodded to the cars out back.
"Not our concern."
Floyd gave a little laugh as he looked over at his son.
"What do you think boy, what should we do with him?"
"I say we see who they are and if they're worth anything, maybe we can collect a ransom for them. If they aren't anybody…..then I say we get rid of them, just like the others."
Floyd looked back at Dean.
"Just who are you boys?"
Dean said nothing as he glanced over at his brother who kept his eyes on Dean waiting for any sign from his older brother on what to do. If Sam was healthy Dean knew they'd have no trouble taking the two men down, but Sam was injured and Dean knew he wouldn't be able to help in a fight. If the men were standing closer Dean knew he could take them down himself, but there was no way he was going to take a chance of his brother getting further injured or possibly killed. He'd have to bide his time and hopefully the opportunity would present itself.
"Like I said, we're just passing through the area."
Floyd reached down and roughly spun Sam around so he could take his wallet out of his back pocket. When Sam hissed in pain at the rough treatment Dean instinctively moved forward to go to his brother's aide but stopped when Frank pointed his gun at Sam.
"He's hurt you son of a bitch!" He said through clenched teeth wanting nothing more than to wrap their rifles around their necks.
"Well that's just too bad isn't it?" Frank said as he deliberately poked his rifle into Sam's sore ribs.
Sam doubled over and moaned as he folded his arms around his stomach.
"You son of a bitch! I'm going to….." Dean took a few steps forward.
"You're going to do what?" Floyd gave a little laugh as he opened Sam's wallet. He had already figured out that Dean wasn't about to make any move that might endanger his brother. He glanced over at his son. "If this one tries anything shoot the other one."
A few seconds later Floyd looked up impressed as he thumbed through Sam's credit cards all with different names on them.
"Who the hell are you boys?" He asked as he now looked through Sam's fake ID cards that Dean had made to replace the ones that Sam had destroyed when he had attempted to go his own way and stop hunting.
"What's the matter?" Frank asked looking over at his father.
"Why I believe these boys are running some kind of a con game." Floyd held up the fake IDs for Frank to see.
"We're just trying to make a few bucks, just like you are." Dean said hoping the men would see that they were living outside the law just like they were and might cut them a break. "So now you know we wouldn't report you or we'd be turning ourselves in as well."
"So you want us to just forgive and forget that you tried to steal our truck?" Frank asked.
"Something like that ….yeah."
"It's not that easy. You boys must have someone out there who'd pay to get you back…a father, a mother, or even just an aunt or uncle." Frank looked over at his father. "I say we hold this one and see if we can make a few bucks on him." He then looked over at Sam who looked white and just about ready to pass out. "That one probably ain't going to make it without some medical help so I say we get rid of him. We don't need the headache of trying to keep him alive."
Floyd reached down and grabbed Sam's hair and pulled his head back so he could get a good look at him. Sam was too weak to put up much of a resistance, but Dean took a few steps forward.
"Let him go you son of a bitch!" Dean glared at Floyd.
"Or you'll do what?"
"I swear if you hurt him I'll kill you!"
"Pretty tough talk from a man with two guns trained on him."
"Just stating a fact."
Suddenly the barn door flew open and Rosemary walked in holding a baseball bat in her hand. She had heard the voices in the barn and had come out to investigate.
"What the hell's going on out here?" She asked as she looked back and forth between Floyd and Frank.
Dean allowed himself a small smile of relief, with Rosemary standing right in front of them there would be no way that either man would hurt his brother, not in front of her they wouldn't.
"I asked what the hell is going on out here?" She asked again when neither man answered her.
"Why don't you tell her?" Dean spoke up relieved that Rosemary showed up in the nick of time.
"Yeah why don't you tell me?" Rosemary repeated as she continued looking back and forth between Floyd and his son.
"We were just having us a little fun is all." Frank finally spoke up.
"Sorry Rosemary, but that one there was trying to steal our truck." Floyd nodded toward Dean.
"Only to try and find help for my brother." Dean explained.
Rosemary walked over and stood behind Dean as she looked at the two men standing in front of her.
"You jerks must I do everything?" She asked as she quickly swung the bat up then cracked it down hard on the back of Dean's head.
TBC
