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Ageless
Chapter eight
Sam quickly put down the mask when Dean walked in the door not wanting to worry him, but Dean had seen him using it and hurried over to him.
"What's wrong? You okay?" He said as he knelt next to the bed and looked up at Sam.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Dean knew Sam was lying.
"Then why were you using oxygen? Talk to me Sammy…are you having trouble breathing? Are you having any pain?"
"I just felt a little dizzy, but I'm fine now." When he saw the worried look on Dean's face he added. "Really, I'm fine."
"Maybe you're just hungry." Dean said hopefully.
"That's probably it…I'm just hungry." Sam knew that wasn't the case, he wasn't the least bit hungry but he wasn't about to tell Dean that. Why worry him more? He'd have enough to worry about once he got worse.
"Okay then let's go get something to eat, then we're going to find that girl and end this."
Evergreen Diner
The diner was full so they had to sit at the counter. They placed their orders then sat quietly, each lost in his own thoughts. When their food came neither one of them ate much. After a few minutes of moving his food around on his plate Dean stood up.
"Well I got to take a leak and then we'll get back on the street."
Dean walked off to the restroom while Sam sipped on his coffee and looked out the window hoping to spot the car. As he was putting his cup down his hand suddenly began to shake uncontrollably and the coffee spilled out of the cup and onto the man sitting next to him.
"What the hell!" The man yelled as he stood up shaking the coffee off of his arm.
"I'm sorry…I just…" Sam handed the man some napkins.
"What the hell's wrong with you? You're going to pay for this shirt boy!"
"I'm sorry." Sam said reaching into his wallet. "How much is it worth?"
The man reached over and grabbed Sam's wallet.
"It's a designer shirt…and you don't look like you could afford to even pay to have it dry cleaned."
"Look mister I said I was sorry…I'll pay for it, just tell me how much."
"You're damn right you'll pay." The man began going through Sam's wallet.
"Just tell me what I owe you." Sam said as he tried to take his wallet back.
Instead of giving it back the man gave Sam a hard shove and he lost his balance and fell against a booth just as Dean came out of the restroom. Seeing the man push his brother sent Dean into a rage. He ran over and grabbed the man by his arm and bent it behind his back.
"What the hell's your problem?" Dean said through clenched teeth.
"That jerk spilled coffee all over my shirt."
"Well I think that's the least of your problems." Dean released the man then picked up a bottle of ketchup and squirted it all over him.
"You son of a bitch!" The man shouted and swung at Dean who ducked and delivered a hard hit to the man's stomach causing him to double over.
Dean leaned down near the man's ear and whispered.
"I ever see you touch my brother again I'll kill you." He then took out a fifty dollar bill and tossed it at the man. He then went over to Sam who was still leaning against the booth he had been tossed into. "You okay?"
"Yeah, he just caught me off guard." Sam winced as he tried to stand up straight.
Dean reached over and helped Sam up.
"We better get out of here." Dean said as he watched the cook put his hand on the phone. "They might call the cops." He released Sam's arm once he was certain he could stand on his own.
"Thanks." Sam said as he slowly walked out of the diner. He couldn't believe how sore he felt from the little shove the man had given him.
They went outside and stood next to Dean's car as they looked up and down the street hoping to spot the car.
Sam winced as he rubbed his sore hip that had taken the direct hit from the table. He looked over at Dean who he could see was watching him and gave him a small smile as he climbed into the car trying to hide his discomfort.
Dean swallowed hard, with each hour he could actually see his brother getting worse. He looked like a man in his early twenties but his movements were slow and painful like a man in his eighties. He gave one last look down the street as tears filled his eyes. He knew they had to find the girl and they had to find her soon.
TBC
