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Chapter 10

Dean stopped at the garage door and clicked the remote to open it. He watched Sam do the same to another door below him so he could pull his car into the bay. He eased the Impala into place and parked her before turning the engine off. He got out as Sam got out of his car and grabbed his bag. Dean pulled his bag from the backseat and went to the door to unlock it and stepped in to turn off the alarm.

"I'm glad to be home," Sam groaned as he popped his back and sat his bag by the steps that led down to his apartment.

"You want something to eat?" Dean asked as he dropped his bag on the table.

"No, I think I'll get a nap before dinner, I'm wiped out from driving," Sam sighed.

"That sounds like a good idea, I think I'll do the same," Dean replied rolling his shoulders to get the tiredness out of them. "Should I wake you if you're not up for dinner?"

"Yeah or I won't sleep tonight," San told him before disappearing down the steps.

"Get some rest," Dean called as he grabbed a bottle of water and headed for his bedroom down the hall. He sat on the bed and unlaced his boots to kick them to the side and headed for his bathroom to relieve himself and wash his face. He found his cell and called John to let him know they had gotten back okay, and to see how he was doing. He striped down to his briefs and tee shirt before crawling under the covers and relaxing into the mattress. Dean took slow, even breaths as he tried to shut his mind down so he could nap but was finding it hard to do. He kept going back to the Harvelle's deaths, the who and why was bugging him. After fifteen minutes of fighting sleep, Dean finally managed to empty his mind enough to doze but not really sleep.

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Sam was rubbing his eyes and yawning as he made his way up the stairs to the first level, taking in the enticing aroma coming from the kitchen.

"Good you're up. I was ju..." Dean started and stopped when he saw the state of Sam's hair. "Please Sammy, just five minutes and some clippers..."

"Screw you," Sam grunted as he absently smoothed his hair, tucking strands behind his ear. "What smells so good?"

"Stir fry with noodles and egg rolls," Dean said. "It'll be ready in five minutes."

"Can't wait. Should I get the drinks?"

"Sure, beers good for me."

"Alright, sounds good to me too," he replied pulling two beers from the fridge and sitting them on the bar by two placemats. "Anything I can do?"

"Naw, I'm good, take a seat and I'll serve it up."

"Okay. Did you call your Dad yet?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, right before I took a nap," Dean answered stirring the stir fry.

Dean prepared two plates and sat them at the bar before coming around to take a seat. They opened their beers and began to eat, making small talk, and planning a visit to Maverick's on their next days off together. Sarah had sent pictures of Dean on the jungle gym and in the tree house with a note he was begging his Dad to sleep out there. He said to ask you next time you visit. Dean and Sam both got a kick out of that and Sam already bowed out of camping in the tree house with the excuse he wouldn't fit.

"When's your next shift?" Dean asked as they cleaned up after their meal.

"I go on day after tomorrow and work three days straight unless I catch an extra one," Sam replied.

"You're working a lot of overtime lately just don't burn yourself out," Dean cautioned him. "You need to take care of yourself."

"I won't, I'm not doing it all the time," Sam assured him. "I'll rinse and load the dishwasher while you put away the leftovers."

"Deal," Dean said. "I've got some pie for dessert if you want a slice."

"Maybe later, I'm stuffed right now," Sam groaned rubbing his stomach.

"You know where it's at bro; help yourself when you want it."

"I do and I will," Sam said removing the dishes from the table. "Wanna catch up on some TV shows we've got recorded?" Sam asked.

"Sure, that's fine with me," Dean told him as he put the leftovers in the fridge.

"Okay, I shouldn't be but a few minutes more." Sam said as he took the remaining dirty dishes and rinsed them, stacking them in the dishwasher. He wiped down the counters and bar before washing his hands and grabbing a water to go join Dean in the family room. He settled down in his recliner and accepted the remote from Dean. "We've got several Supernatural, NCIS, and FBI that we've not watched," Sam said once he got the television on and pulled up the recorded shows.

"Guess we need to get caught up with the season finales coming up," Dean replied flipping up his footrest to stretch out.

"Can't believe the seasons are almost over," Sam commented.

"Yeah, but we're always behind on the shows with our schedules," Dean said. "Oh, I put your mail on the table by the door."

"Thanks, I'll grab it on the way to bed," Sam replied.

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It was mid week and Dean was going over some reports on several of the last assignments he had sent men on when he got a call from the corporate office in regards to a possible client. He took down the information and promised to contact the person the following day since it was already late and he was ready to go home. He tried not to take his work home with him when he could avoid it.

Dean made sure to take time for himself and keep his mental and physical wellbeing in the forefront. He made sure Sam took care of himself too, and they tried to workout together whenever their schedules allowed it. He wanted to be sure Sam kept in shape, and could defend himself if needed. He finished up the last report, and filed it before locking up so he could head home.

Since Sam was still on shift, Dean ran by the diner for takeout so he wouldn't have to worry about cooking dinner. The house was always so quiet when Sam wasn't there. He enjoyed his privacy, but he always felt better knowing Sam was downstairs in his space. Even though it had been years since he was in danger and they had to go on the run, Dean still kept a sharp eye out for anything that didn't seem right or was out of place. He never let Sam know this because he didn't want to worry him needlessly.

Once he got home, Dean changed clothes and took his food into the family room to eat and watch the news. He had checked Sam's schedule that was posted on the fridge and saw he had two more days for this shift before he would have time off again. He stayed up several more hours watching television before deciding to head to bed. He was going to read for a while and then turn in. His nights were usually pretty mundane when Sam wasn't there.

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Dean finished his breakfast the next morning and made a call to his father to see how he was doing.

"Hello," John greeted him.

"Hi Dad, just checking to see how you're doing," Dean replied.

"About the same. I talked with the cops yesterday and they've not found any leads on the case. It may be another week or more before they will release the Roadhouse so I can get rubble cleaned up. I've talked to a contractor and an architect about rebuilding. I'm meeting with them again to go over plans and get blueprints drawn up. I'm trying to decide whether to do a one story or two story for living quarters."

"That's up to you Dad. Whatever you decide is fine by me, just remember to have a bedroom on the first floor so you don't have to worry with stairs in your golden years," he chuckled.

"Very funny son," John said sarcastically.

"I had a feeling the cops wouldn't find anything. This was done by someone who knew what they were doing so I'm sure there wasn't any evidence left behind. Has anyone approached you about buying the place by chance? Bill never mentioned anyone did he?"

"No, nothing like that. Who would even know it was left to us but the attorney? I'm sure he didn't say anything to anyone."

"I better go, need to get to work. Keep me updated if you find anything else out."

"I will son, have a good day and give Sam my regards."

"Bye Dad and I will," Dean said. He hung up his cell and finished his coffee before getting up to finish getting ready for work. Dean went over his schedule for the day in his mind as he walked down the hall to his bathroom to brush his teeth and dress for work.

He grabbed his jacket and went to the garage to climb into the SUV he used for work. He pulled out of the garage and headed for the office. Traffic wasn't too bad yet, and he made good time, thinking it would be a good day.

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After pulling up the information sent from the corporate office, Dean took out a form and called the number given of the perspective client. He waited as the phone rang until it was picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hello, I'm calling from Ferguson Security Services about a possible protection job. I'm Dean Winchester, head of the Colorado office, and wanted to get some additional information...Alright and how many days would you be needing our services?...And the number of men required?...Yes, alright...Of course, I'd be happy to meet with you and go over the details. When's a good time for you?...That would be fine I'll see you there...Good-bye," Dean said ending the conversation as he wrote down the address for the appointment. He pulled a file folder out and got out the standard forms for a new client and slipped them inside. With that done, he checked his emails and answered what needed taken care of before returning several phone calls. Dean continued to work until it was time for an early lunch, and then he was going to the arranged meeting for the prospective client.

His favorite sub shop wasn't busy when he went in and ordered his usual. He took a small booth, and read the paper while enjoying his sub, chips and drink. After visiting the restroom, Dean went back out to the SUV and drove across town to the address. He figured it was a restaurant or office building, but was surprised when it turned out to be a warehouse. He got out looking to be sure he had the right address.

He had had his share of strange meeting places over the past few years he had run the branch office in Colorado. He had gone to a gym, pool side, bar, restaurant, and even a child's dance recital, so this didn't throw up a huge red flag. Dean pulled his hand gun and checked the load before replacing it and adjusting his coat over the holster. He picked up the file with his left hand to have his right open in case he needed to pull his weapon. Dean scoped the outside before going to the side door that he found unlocked and went inside. There was a small foyer that led to a hall lined with doors spaced down the hall.

His spidery senses went off as soon as he stepped into the building. Dean didn't like the quietness of the place; it gave him an unsettling feeling. He drew in several slow breaths as he stilled the doubt of danger that was growing in his mind. There didn't seem to be anyone around, but he saw a light coming from an office down the hall that had the door partway open.

Dean moved toward the light and started to knock and step into the room when he sensed someone behind him. The assailant had silently stepped from a doorway across from where Dean was standing and raised his weapon. He started to turn and reached for his gun when he was hit by a taser. Charges of electrical current raced through his body making it lock up and sent him crashing to the floor, twitching uncontrollably. This was stronger than most tasers, and incapacitated Dean far more than a regular one would have. He could barely draw in a breath as the pain ran up and down his body.

His mind flashed to his cell as he tried to make his hands cooperate and get it from his pocket. Unexpressed anger ran through his mind when a kidnapper jerked the cell away, and threw it down stomping on it. Dean's stomach clenched and his heart raced when he realized there was no escape for him. He knew they weren't going to kill him, or they would have already done that. They wanted him for something else, and he had no inkling what it could be. He tried to keep fear from rearing its ugly head and was already trying to plan an escape.

He threw the file he was holding, scattering papers across the floor as he tried to scrabble away. Before he could regain any semblance of control, a needle was jabbed into his neck, injecting a fast acting sedative. Dean lost his battle with consciousness as darkness invaded his mind, his last thoughts were on how he could let someone know what had happened.

One kidnapper grabbed the papers from the floor, and stuffed them into his jacket pocket. Dean's limp body was picked up by two hefty assailants and carried him to a waiting van where he was disarmed, handcuffed, and thrown in the back. The two kidnappers climbed into the cab of the van, and removed their hooded masks before driving away at a leisurely pace so not to draw unwanted attention. The van made several turns and merged into traffic, disappearing from the area with none the wiser.