Dean pushed his ear even closer to the wall and found himself sprawled ungainly on
the floor of the same dirty warehouse he had been in once before, with
the bearded smiling face of Bobby's hunter friend staring down at him.
"Winchester, I presume!"
I don't own anything except maybe "Matt Valerio" :(
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Chapter Eleven
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"Well," thought Dean to himself. " Even when the overall luck is good, there's always a grey lining.
What were the odds that I'd put my ear right where the door was going to be pulled open!"
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§ Dean, what's happening? Are you okay? § Sam's worried voice reverberated anxiously in his mind.
§ I'm fine, Sam. The only thing that's bruised is my dignity. §
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He looked up at the hunter standing over him.
"Thanks, man. I owe you one."
"Nah, Winchester. It's me who owes Bobby a list of favours as long as my arm. Just glad I could help out."
Dean took the arm that guy proffered and pulled himself up.
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"You got a name or what?"
"Matt Valerio"
"Valerio, as in the name of the street?"
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"Yeah, great-great granddad back in the day.
Right, now that we're done with the social graces, I'd say
it was time to high-tail it out of here."
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"Just a second...! Did you just walk in here? No guards, nothing?" quizzed Dean.
"Two demons at the entrance and two inside," was the laconic reply"
"And…you, what…just waltzed right in?"
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"You better believe it!"
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"I might if you explain it to me." was Dean's unconvinced reply.
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"Winchester, I've only just met you and you're already wearin' me out.
I hate to think of the state Bobby must be in, having to deal with you all the time."
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Dean's eye-roll was in the running to take over the championship from his brother
as he traipsed along behind the hunter towards the exit.
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§ Sammy, don't worry. I'm gonna get you out from wherever you are. Just hang in there bro. §
§ I'm not going anywhere, Dean. § was the disheartened reply.
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To this day Dean isn't sure what made him turn around and go back towards the room
that he had been imprisoned in, but some gut feeling told him that walking out of the warehouse
was the wrong thing to do.
The soles of his worn-down boots left a trail on the dusty warehouse floor
as he doubled back towards the ex-green room, his instinct leading him to …!
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"Hey, Winchester. Where are you going? We gotta get out of here while we still can," Valerio spluttered in alarm,
as Dean disappeared around the corner of the shack that had been his prison until a few minutes earlier.
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There, in all its glory, was an exact copy of the one at his back.
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"Son…of…a…bitch!" was the heart-felt epithet.
He took up position in front of the door, unsure of what he would find on the other side.
He pulled it open and found himself almost doubled in two by a powerful punch to the stomach.
§ Sam, it's me, dumb-ass! §
§ Dean! What the hell! Why didn't you warn me? Telepathy, remember! §
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§ I didn't want to get your hopes up if it didn't play out," answered Dean, the need
to catch his breath from the after- effects of Sam's gut-punch coming through even in his mind-voice.
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Sam bitch-faced his wheezy brother while holding onto him and helping him out of the open doorway, leaving
the red-tinged room at his back with heart-felt relief.
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§ Sammy, I… §
§ Same here, man… §
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Their link emphasising their relief and solace in being safely together again.
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Sam lifted his eyes from this brother and met the gaze of the unknown hunter
who was studying them attentively.
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"Uh, Sam. This Matt Valerio, a hunter friend of Bobby's.
He's the one that pulled my ass out of Castiel's little waiting room. "
"Hey, thanks, man," was Sam's heartfelt pronouncement.
Valerio exhibited an eye-roll that was up there with the best of them.
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"I swear to God that if I didn't know better I'd wager that you two want to finish up
back in those two shoe boxes again. Can we get out of here? Now!"
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§ Where did you pick him up, Dean, § was Sam's amused question.
§ Has he been taking lessons in snark from Bobby? §
§ He can snark all he wants, Sammy. I'd even let him drive the Impala, well, theoretically, anyway. §
§ Wow, I can't believe you just said that, Dean... You bitch if I even breathe on her. §
Dean uttered the now standard reply. § Shut up, Sasquatch! §
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If Valerio was intrigued by the silence of the two men following him, he never made mention of it.
They hastened their steps past the lifeless meat-suits of the demons that had been on guard duty,
as Valerio led them to a swanky Mercedes parked a few blocks from the warehouse.
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Sam and Dean exchanged a mental § Huh §
"Mount up, boys. We've dawdled around here too long as it is."
They threw themselves onto the luxurious leather seats as Matt took off at
breakneck speed towards the northern boundaries of the city.
He drew up behind a run of the mill family car parked in a quiet side-street.
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"There's your ride guys. It should get you wherever you need to go.
Just leave it with Bobby when you're finished. He probably needs a new set of wheels anyway."
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He dropped a car key into Dean's hand.
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"Really, man, this is too much. We can't take your car. You've already saved our asses."
" Yeah, Sam chirped in, We can take a train or something, Mr Valerio."
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"The name's Matt. It's simple, I don't need the car and you do. End of story.
"Now, you two getting out or not? I got better things to do than baby-sit a couple of hunters."
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"Thanks, Matt. We're in your debt. If you ever need our help, Bobby'll know where to find us." was Sam's parting reply.
"By the way just how did you take out those demons on your own, " enquired Dean, genuinely curious.
"Maybe one day, Winchester, maybe one day," smirked Matt, and with that he took off with a roar of the powerful engine
leaving the brothers wondering what kind of hunter they had just run into.
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Crowley's Hell-side Office.
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"My Lord," the lower-demon stuttered terrified, knowing that the news
he was bringing signed his death warrant, " the Winchesters have escaped."
The demon was taken-aback as Crowley took the news with unsettling calm.
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"I told that idiot angel that the Winchesters had to be put down like the dogs they are, but no,
"We can't kill Dean and Sam. They're my friends." parodied Crowley, mocking Castiel's words.
"He wouldn't listen when I warned him and now those two are on the loose again.
Before, they weren't sure of what we were planning but now they know everything.
Great work!I should have known better than to depend on one of those imbecilic self-righteous dicks."
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The demon howled in agony as Crowley disintegrated him slowly into dust.
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