He'd intended to stay up all night staring at his brother, counting his breaths and making sure they were even. He had wanted to check his brother's temperature and pulse every twenty minutes. He might even have had the desire to watch some of those horrific late night shows on tv. Unfortunately, Dean Winchester fell asleep before he could do any of those things. He must have been getting careless.
In spite of that, he woke up first, finding Sam in the exact same uncomfortable position he'd been in when Dean had dropped him on the bed in the middle of the night. He shook his head and rolled to a sitting position before stumbling over to the other bed and shaking Sam's shoulder gently.
Surprisingly, the younger hunter woke up almost immediately, rolled off the bed, and shot to his feet with an audible groan. He hurriedly got his back to a wall, hands planted on either side of him for support. His eyes wildly scanned the room as his chest heaved for breath, and finally his gaze locked on his brother's. "Don't EVER bring up Pennywise again," he snarled.
Dean was shocked. "Sam, I didn't–"
"You did. And it gives me horrific nightmares. Don't EVER do that again. EVER."
With a snort of amusement, Dean responded, "Speaking of things we should never do again, don't try throwing me over your shoulder a third time. You'll regret it."
"I was saving your life."
"Some things are more important than living."
"Your level of pride is disgusting. But hey, next time you need saving and that's the only way to do it, I'll let you die."
"I'll try to find less nightmare-inducing ways to wake you up."
It wasn't much, but it was as close to a truce as Winchesters would ever get. They almost smiled at each other before moving on to their plans for the day. "Whatever happened to Carrie?" Sam asked as the two went to a nearby café for breakfast. "Her car was gone when we went back the second time. Do you think she left?"
"She didn't seem like the type to totally lose her temper and then just walk away from it all. But I can't believe you're worried about where she is, when Michael Myers is still on the loose."
"Well aware of that, Dean. Maybe we should just count our blessings and work on getting rid of the cannibals who tried to kill us last night."
Dean leaned back in his chair, making extra room for the steaming plates of eggs, bacon, pancakes, waffles, fruit, sausage, omelet, french toast, bagels, and hash browns that were being brought. His cup of coffee was handed to him since there was no more room on his side of the table. Sam lifted his elbows up to allow his plate of two eggs and some fruit. "I still think we should go to Vegas," Dean muttered as he dug in to his waffles.
Sam made an attempt at amused acknowledgment before picking at his fruit. "No can do. I've had that stupid chainsaw waved in my face about twenty too many times."
"Twenty?"
"I was in that house, Dean. And it wasn't a pleasant experience."
"Yeah, about that – what happened, exactly?"
"Did you ever see the movie?"
Yeah."
"Then you pretty much know what happened. Unpleasant. I don't know how to make it any more clear to you than that."
Dean paused in his gluttony to take a good look at his brother. "Fair enough. So what do you suggest?"
"Have you ever seen the Matrix?"
Eyes impossibly wide, Dean said, "Please tell me you didn't have a vision about –"
"No visions," Sam interrupted with a small smile. "I was just talking about the scene in the lobby with all of the guns."
"Ooo-kay . . ."
"My current plan is to get every single gun we own and go in there shooting."
There was a long silence as this was digested. Dean stared, blinking occasionally. "Are you feeling all right?"
"I swear, you have got to stop asking me that."
"You generally don't want to arm yourself and go around shooting everything that moves."
No more chainsaw. I hate that thing. Plus, I hate being tossed around by Michael Myers. And I have a headache."
"You're not having a vision, are you?"
"I don't know. I'm tired and I've hit my head a few more times than I think is considered safe. I just want this to be over so we can go back to hunting normal things like normal people."
There was another silence. "Hunting normal things like normal people?" Dean repeated dumbly.
"It sounded better in my head than it did out loud," Sam admitted with a sheepish look. "Let's just do it and be done."
"What about Carrie and Myers?"
I have a feeling they'll make themselves known before we're done."
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Dean and Sam had finished breakfast, taken a lot of painkillers, armed themselves with every weapon they owned, and headed back out to Leatherface's territory before noon. The road was still abandoned; there was no sign of Carrie or Michael Myers. Eventually, Dean relented and decided to chalk it up to a very rare bout of good fortune.
The two managed, in daylight, to get up close to the house. Apparently, the family wasn't looking for them at this point. Either that, or they were trying to regroup from the two that had been killed the night before. Sam leaned up to the window of the dining room and peered in, pulling back quickly at what he saw.
Uh oh," he whispered.
What?" Dean asked, trying to see around him.
"They're eating a meal. At the table."
"So?"
"They're cannibals, Dean. Think about it."
"Gross," the elder Winchester responded once his brain supplied him with what Sam was referring to. "Well, let's get them while they're distracted."
"I think that's Carrie's dress," Sam continued, peeking in again to see a pile of white material on the ground near the table.
"What?? Are they eating Carrie?"
"I'm just telling you what I see!" the younger hunter snapped in a harsh whisper. "There's about four of them at the table. Leatherface isn't with them."
"I can't believe they're eating Carrie . . ."
"He's probably downstairs."
" . . . like she was an animal or something . . ."
This is really good. We can take them all at once."
" . . . I mean, she wasn't the nicest girl I've ever met, but . . ."
"Dean!" Sam hissed, thumping his brother on the shoulder. "Now isn't the time! You can mourn for your dead, overly emotional, uptight, telekinetic, murdering girlfriend later!"
It went against everything he stood for and everything inside of him, but Dean Winchester somehow managed to not make a rude comment to that. He also managed to not inflict violence on his brother. He was pretty proud of himself, actually.
"I'm going in through the front," Sam continued. "You can go in through the back. We'll meet up in the kitchen or dining area."
"Are we going in quietly?"
"No, dude. They're going to hear us the second we come in. Rip open the door and start firing. Just don't shoot me. And try not to get yourself shot."
"Worry about yourself, kiddo," Dean shot back.
Smirking, Sam turned to go toward the front door. "Hurry up. They're not going to be eating all day. She wasn't a large girl." And with that, he was gone around the side of the house.
Dean looked at the spot he had recently vacated, shook his head, took a deep breath, and turned to go in the back door as a thought hit him. He hadn't been in the house. Sure, he could find the back door, but then what? He didn't know where he was going like Sam did. The whole thing would probably be over before he even found the dining room. "Sam!" he whispered loudly to his absent brother. He didn't expect a response, so it didn't surprise him when there wasn't one. He took another deep breath and headed toward where he thought the back door would be. It was in his sights when he heard gunshots start. He was reaching for it when all hell broke lose inside. And his hand was on it when he suddenly flew backward and landed on the ground. Stunned, he could only look up as a shadow loomed over him. His heart dropped as he realised who it was.
"Looking for someone, Dean?" Carrie asked with a wicked look in her eyes.
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NOTE: Reviews have tapered off a lot (don't worry, this isn't a shameless plea for you to review the story), so I figured there must generally be less of an interest in this story. I'm going to try to wrap it up quickly. But first, a special thanks to sweetysmart0505, Ghostwriter, JuliaAurelia and friendly! You've been really consistent and I appreciate it!
