A/N: This will be the last long chapter. The rest are rather small. I hate that, but WordPerfect saved them too darn small. Also look for a few twists...hope they are not too stupid...hehe! (oooh making a small revision on the part where Morales remembers his sibling. I am making it his sister instead. I have another twist in mind for the second parter!!! It just came to me...)
Sam and Det. Morales sat in a private meeting room, waiting for the guards to bring Dean in. They had one and a half days left to get any more information. Dean was set for execution at 12:47pm on the exact day his contract was supposed to run out. Just the thought of it made Sam's blood run cold. A moment later, the quiet room's door banged open, causing Sam to jump in his seat. A different guard walked Dean in, and Sam's heart almost stopped. His face was bloody and bruised. His left cheekbone was smashed, and his eye was almost closed. Dean looked pale and gaunt. It was as if he hadn't eaten the entire time he was in confinement.
The guard walked Dean in front of Sam and Morales. Dean was limping from the wack to the back of his legs. They were still sore, but he was able to use them. Then the guard cuffed him to a chair. He eyed Sam, snorting at him, then walked out. Sam turned to look at him, but he was gone. Turning back to Dean, Sam watched his brother almost break in front of him. Dean dropped his head into his hands and groaned loudly.
"Sammy," His voice was barely above a whisper. Sam leaned in to hear his brother.
"I wish I knew..." He lifted his head, and Sam could really see the damage to his brother's face. Richards had beat him severely. If Dean did make it through this, it would take a lot of surgeries to correct this.
Morales set his folder on the table. He had wanted so to see Dean fry, but now to watch Dean shrivel before him, he knew something was wrong. Morales had never seen anything like this in all of his 10 years. Normally when a man was as guilty as Dean was supposed to be, he would be smiling and bragging, but not Dean. He was falling apart at the seams. Something was terribly wrong here.
"Dean," Sam could barely look at his brother. The pain was too much for him to handle. "Bobby and I tried to find anything we could on what could be controlling you. Yet there is nothing that even comes close. I need you to help me out here! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Dean glared at Sam, as best he could with one eye, and banged a fist onto the table. A single tear fell from his eye, and he wiped at it. He wanted so much for someone to believe him, and now even his baby brother had doubts.
"It's me Sam! You can douse me with holy water, stab me with a wooden stake, even shove a silver bullet up my ass. I'm your alcoholic, foul-mouthed, womanizing, and yes I'll admit it, law breaking big brother." Dean was angry, but it seemed that his anger was more at himself than anyone else. Sam looked up at Dean, and almost cried. Dean continued.
"But not of what they accused me of doing and you know that!"
That was all that Sam needed. He grabbed Dean's hand and held it tight. Dean did not fight, but gripped Sam's in response. They stared at each other with brotherly affection, something that had been missing and only truly popped up since Sam had almost died. They had gotten so much closer, like brothers really should be, and Sam had liked that. Sam owed Dean so much, and he would prove his love for Dean, and it would probably be the biggest mistake he ever made.
"Dean, don't you worry." He continued to hold his brother's hand. Morales watched this display of affection proudly, wishing he and his sister had been that close before she had died.
"I have one more avenue to venture down before this is all is said and done. Things are not over, at least not yet!" Sam let go of Dean's hand, said goodbye, then left the room.
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"I was so sure that you were going to give him the chewing out of a lifetime!" Morales looked at Sam out of the corner of his eyes. Sam was looking in his overnight bag for something. He had a plan, one that neither Bobby nor Dean knew anything about. If they did, Dean would be dead, and Sam would be all alone forever. This had to happen at exactly 12:47pm on the night of Dean's execution. That was the time the deal had taken place a year before. The coincidence was too strong to Sam. All of this was too odd to even be a coincidence. Sam knew what was going on, had figured it out on the way to the prison, but when he saw Dean, it all slipped into place.
"Well, I almost did, but something came to me on the way here, and now it is up to me to stop it." Sam never looked up from his bag.
Morales turned to look at Sam. This boy was strange, but of course this whole case was.
"Do you mind if I ask what that is?" He leaned on the steering wheel, completely focused on Sam now. Sam finally looked up from his bag, setting it on the floor. He sighed.
"Let's just say, what I have to do could potentially destroy he and I both." Sam closed his eyes a moment, then opened them again. He looked at Morales.
"Look, I need a favour from you, if it's not too much trouble..."
Morales nodded. He liked this kid, even if his brother was possibly a cold blooded killer. If he knew something about this case that could save Dean, prove his innocence, then by all means, Morales would do anything he could.
"I will be at your beck and call." He sat up, crossing his arms in front of him.
"I need you to drive me to Mississippi."
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Morales had dropped Sam off at his new hotel in Mississippi about an hour ago. On the two hour trip there, Sam never let his bag out of his sight. That was until they had to make a pit stop, so Sam could use the restroom. He was only gone a max of five minutes, but Morales was in that bag faster than vultures on carrion. He dug through various clothes and things that meant nothing to him, until he stopped at a small box. Morales looked out of the passenger side window for Sam, and not seeing him, opened the box.
Inside, Morales had seen Sam's ID, a small bag of rancid herbs, and something else he did not recognize. He was about to examine the latter, when Sam exited the gas station. Morales slammed the box shut and shoved it back into the bag.
Sam had gotten back in the car, and seen the look on Morales' face. It was similar to Bobby's, and he did not like it. Sam ran a hand through his hair and leaned forward.
"You know, you could have asked." He turned his head slowly in Morales' direction. The Detective leaned against his door, caught in the act. He had never done anything so low in his life.
"Look Sam," Morales sat up, looking Sam in the eye. He really did want to know what the hell was going on here.
"There has been some strange shit going on here. First your brother accused of murder. Next he supposedly kills the night guard while he is locked up, all the while he claims to be unconscious. After that I read up about your family and find out that your father was some kind of 'hunter' and you and your brother are as well. Could you please explain to me what I am witnessing here? And what the hell is in that box?"
Sam sighed. Dean was always the one to let the secret slip, but Sam felt that what they did was better left in the home. "What goes on in the home, stays in the home!" That was something John always said, but Dean never seemed to get that. He always blabbed everything, drunk or sober. It always got him in trouble.
"We are hunters, but I won't say what kind. That is just not my way. The box is part of what I do, a very important part, and it could save my brother's very life." Sam stared out the window, and never said another word.
