Ok ... so i took longer then i said. I'm sorry! but this turned out to be 15 pages so i wasn't slacking lol

Ok i had something else to say but i cant rememeber.. man my mind is so messed up...

OO! ok... i remember. the fight scene in here was hard to write... so i talked to my brother who is a cop and they taught them fighting tactics in the academy. I didn't tell him WHY i wanted to know but he showed me some things and lemme tell ya... Ya really can hurt someone with the right jab.

So i used them in this... I'd liek to thank my brother for the input LOL

Anyways

Enjoy! lemme know how you like it!


"Can I help you lil feller?" The drunken man obviously wasn't in his right mind because anyone a mile away could see the steam rising from Dean's stiff frame. This man unfortunately was oblivious to it and that was one mistake of many that he'd regret later.

"Let the girl go." The words slithered out between the hunters' clenched teeth and Dean glanced away briefly to see Earls friends all get up from their seats and started to walk over.

'Great… the posse's coming…' Dean spat in his head. That's all he needed.

"I don't think so! She's my date now! You can go head back to the mall and find an other chick. Now run along boy."

Earl's friends cackled behind his back and the inebriated man turned his head to laugh along with them at how he was doing so well verbally bashing the smaller man. Dean let his mouth curl in a disgusted expression. 'Pathetic' was the word that came to his mind.

But everyone knows the bigger they are the harder they fall.

Dean took that opportunity to grab Jennifer by the waist and yanked her out of Earls grasp. Jenn hissed as the truckers grubby nails scratched her arm in an attempt to hold her in place but Deans surprise attack and the mans lack of appropriate motor skills were against him. Dean pulled her back behind him, keeping his other hand open in front of him in defense.

His father taught him well in hand-to-hand combat and he knew he could best someone three times his size. In this case that fact would be needed. He just hoped he could handle the large mans' other friends too.

This was about to get ugly.

Earl stared daggers at Dean in silence.

"Jenn go outside."

"What! No! I'm staying right here!" She was NOT about to leave Dean's side now! He was about to fight for her honor and she's be damned if she was leaving now.

"Do what I said." Dean's voice had no room for argument but Jenn still did not budge.

"I'm not leaving you alone! How about WE just leave?"

"Aww isn't that sweet boys! The little girl wants to help her little man fight me! Well sister! Its gonna take a lot more then fluffy boy here and your shin kickin to get me!"

Dean rolled his eyed at the drunk mans comments and turned his head slightly to catch Jenn in the corner of his eye.

"Then go by the door…" he instructed the nurse.

"The door?" she questioned, as she started to take a few slow steps back.

But Dean didn't answer her. There wasn't even a chance.

The young hunter lunged foreword, catching the trucker under the chin into his throat with his fist. The blow was a stunner… what they call a jugular shot… and Earl swayed a bit on his feet.

"Is… that… all you got… squirt?" Earls stammering was evidence enough that he wasn't in control of the situation any more but his male pride wouldn't allow himself to realize this could be his defeat.

"Nope… plenty more for you…" Dean grumbled as he grabbed Earl's hand, pulling his large arm behind his back and squeezed hard on a pressure point. This moment sprang a yelp from the truckers' lips. Dean took that opportunity to finish this once and for all and kneed the man hard in the lower back.

Earl's sluggish movements were no match for Dean and the larger truck driver tipped foreword and fell head first into the booth Dean and Jenn had recently vacated.

Dean stood over the booth almost letting himself laugh at how easy that was. But his amusement was cut short at something hard broke over his head and sent him careening into the back of the booth Earl was occupying.

"You little bastard! I'm gonna teach you a lesson!"

Dean tried to ignore the stars in his eyes. Now was not the time to black out and get his ass kicked in this back roads diner. Besides that he was in charge of Jennifer and if Dean fell Jenn was in trouble.

Dean turned his head, feeling the throb in his skull. His eyes landed on shards of glass that were littered over the table next to him. 'A bottle? That asshole hit me over the head with a BOTTLE!'

"Get up you little punk." An other one of Earl's friends threw the order at him but Dean was already in the process of pulling himself to his feet. His sore mind was in the process of trying to figure out his next move. He knew how to kill a man with his bare hands. After all… he was brought up to be a soldier just like his father was but Dean vowed never to use such extreme measures on a human being unless it meant life or death to him or his family.

Now wasn't one of those times. These men were large. They were scary and intimidating and they knew how to use their fists…. But they were also drunk. Dean was pretty sure they were not themselves and he wasn't ready to send one home with extreme broken bones or even dead.

Only thing he wanted to do at the moment was make them HURT! NO one hit Dean Winchester with a god damn beer bottle and didn't feel it in the morning.

Figuring no plan was going to come to him in terms of what tactics to use, the next few minutes he improvised.

Dean picked the closest friend and slammed foreword, burying his shoulder hard into the mans' chest and took them both down to the Diner floor. Leaning back, Dean got a few good punches in before he felt himself being pulled off by two of the other friends. One of them caught him in the chest. A good solid kick that caused Dean to pauses his defensive actions hold in the grip of two men.

"Get off him! Jesus this kids a fighter!" He heard one of the friends holding one of his arms slur.

Dean didn't slow down… not yet… three friends were still standing and he wasn't leaving this Diner till he knew no one was coming after him.

Swinging his leg, Dean connected his hard boot into the upper Thigh of the man standing in front of him. He watched as the man doubled over in pain, clutching his leg and slumping to the floor.

"Tim! You alright man!" Dean heard in his ear as he felt his right arm let go. The man once holding him ran over to the man wincing on the ground, grabbing him on the shoulders.

Now with only one of the truckers to deal with… the one holding his other arm tightly… Dean went to swing around to do what he had to when a voice and its unexpected words hit him harder then the glass bottle.

"Man! What did you do to my lil brother? He didn't no nuttin to you!"

Dean stopped suddenly. The man he had just kicked had a big brother. A protective older brother that dropped everything to go comfort his injured sibling crumpled on the floor.

The hunter turned, locking eyes with the other older brother. The look he saw in the trucker's eyes was so familiar to him. It was the same look he carried everyday. A hint of determination, anger and fear at the world and the things in it that could take his Sammy away… Sam… Oh god he missed his brother.

Suddenly Dean knew the fight was over, at least on his end. But incase the other men thought differently a shout startled everyone out of their thoughts.

"ALRIGHT! That's it! Parties over… Break it up boys!"

'Wow…' Dean thought… He'd never thought he'd be happy to see the police show up.

"Earl!" One of the officers snapped while walking over to the gaggle of legs and limbs everywhere. " I thought I told you no more trouble!"

Earl, who was now pulling himself out of the booth slowly, put his hands up warily in defeat.

"But Officer! This guy!" He pointed at Dean. "He started it!"

The cop looked Dean up and down, sizing him up then pealed his eyes away to look at the other truckers.

"Looks like he finished it too." The cop said with a satisfied grin. "Ok… everybody up! Mrs. Adams wants you out of her Diner now before you destroy it."

The cop turned to Dean while the drunken truckers peeled themselves off the Diner floor and smirked. "That means you too."

"Yes sir…" Dean replied, not needing to be told twice and headed over in the direction of Jenn.

"Lets go…" He whispered as he pushed open the Diner door and walked out into the parking lot.

Jenn walked along side Dean, Looking him over. "I'm gonna have to check your head ya know. You got cut by the bottle."

"Yea sure…" He replied tiredly.

"Hey Dean?"

"Mmm…" Was all he could muster as he pulled out the room key and opened the motel door.

"Remind me never to make you angry."

"Ha Ha…" He said with a small grin.


Sam pulled into Tracy's driveway and pulled himself from the car with weary movements. He didn't really do anything today to warrant such aches and pains but the fact that true sleep had evaded him for a long time didn't help much.

Sam didn't even have his hand on the knob before the door in front of him flew open revealing a very worried young woman behind it.

"Do you know what time is it! Do you know what time you LEFT! Sam I had no idea where you were and your cell phone wont work and JESUS CHRIST!"

Sam stopped and stared wide-eyed at her extremely large amount of concern and his silence gave her a chance to continue on.

"I HATE feeling like this Sam! Worried and shit! God… you… you… SUCK right now! Get in here! I'll warm up something…"

Tracy turned away from Sam and stormed back into the kitchen muttering under her breath the whole way.

Sam finally blinked and sighed as he turned to close the door behind him. 'I swear she has to be channeling Dean.' He thought while pulling his coat off and placing it on the couch in the front room.

Heading into the kitchen, Sam found Tracy bustling at the counter fixing a plate of what looked to Sam like Chicken and Mashed Potatoes.

"I'm sorry… I lost track of time."

"No you didn't." she snapped back.

Sam was taken aback at the reply but nodded.

"Yea I didn't… sorry. I'm just not use to having to check in anymore. Been on my own for a while."

Tracy opened up the microwave door and shoved the pull plate in. She hit a few buttons and then the "wrrrrr" sound of the microwave doing its job filled the kitchen.

The angry woman turned to face Sam and leaned on the counter, arms crossed.

"See… isn't truth always better?" She hissed.

"I'm sorry… I didn't know you'd be that upset if I was late."

"SAM! Three of my friends DISAPPEARED out there where you were looking! Do you know how terrible I'd feel if you disappeared too? It would be my fault! I called you!"

Sam bit his bottom lip not knowing what to say and instead went to place himself in the same chair he sat in the first night he was here.

"I'm going with you tomorrow… and don't fight me. I hate being in the dark on this."

"Fine…" He replied. He wasn't in the mood to fight her. He also wasn't in the mood to tell the fuming woman that he'd already eaten. Its not like he didn't need it anyways. A Big Mac wasn't exactly enough for his growling tummy.

"So… what did you find today? Anything?" Her tone was lighter and she turned back to the microwave as it beeped.

"Umm…" he hesitated. Should he really tell her everything? Was it safe for her to know? She'd know he was lying anyways. He might as well.

"What do you know about Interstate 40?"

Tracy placed the warm plate in front of Sam and sighed a bit before she settled herself into the chair across from the young hunger.

"Lots of stories going around about that road. People say its hunted or something. I dunno. All I know is a friend of mine lost her son on that road."

Sam's ears perked up. "How?"

"He was riding his bike and was attacked by a hive of bees. He was allergic to them and since no one really drives down that road much no one found him in time."

"I heard about that today. I'm sorry."

"Yea… Well anyways. No one normally goes that way cause there isn't anything down there... some old barns and old farmland that were abandoned. But it can be a short cut for some people if they tempt fate."

"Yea… Also I went to the local library today to research… they don't seem to like to talk about that road in the paper huh?"

"Not at all. The mayor thinks it'll drive tourists and business away." She Grumbled.

"Well cant blame him for trying I guess. But it doesn't help us find any shred of information that could help. And the Librarian certainly wasn't much of a help either."

Tracy looked up from her hands and gave Sam a pissy look.

"What does that mean?"

"Just that the woman working at the desk at the library wasn't the nicest person I've ever encountered. Not very helpful either."

Tracy now looked confused along with pissed.

"What did she look like…"

Sam described the middle aged Librarian, wondering why this was relevant in all of this.

"Sam that's Mrs. Newman. She's one of the nicest people you could EVER encounter!"

"Well maybe she was having a bad day? I don't know… She didn't like when I mentioned the Road."

Tracy stared at him but didn't say anything else. It looked to Sam like she was taking everything in so he continued.

"I've never heard of Witches terrorizing a stretch of road. But I'm thinking she may have been attracted by the Supernatural events that have happened there."

"Why's that…" Tracy said, snapping out of her thoughts.

"I saw a black mist following a car at the intersection today. I think that's important because it disappeared after I stopped the car. There was a young woman in it. I think it's what we're looking for. I probably saved that girls life scaring it off."

"REALLY! Are you serious?" Tracy's eyes lit up.

"Yea… Tomorrow we'll go drive down that road… See what we can find."

"OK!" The woman was excited that now she could get a chance to help out.

"Ok… " He smiled at her enthusiasm and reached to pick up a fork to dive into his potatoes.


"So what took you so long paying the bill?" Jenn asked while taking her jacket off and heading over to her bag to look for anything she may have had to help clean Dean up.

"Damn Waitress tried to overcharge us… I was giving her a talking to…" He winced as he too pulled off his jacket and then his boots before swaying on his feet.

"Besides… I wasn't expecting it. I'm not use to taking care of a girl. No guys ever hit on Sam… To my knowledge anyways… Ew…" Dean muttered while Jenn ushered him back towards the bed. He could stand perfectly on his own two feet but his direction at the moment was a bit off. That bottle really knocked him for a loop and it didn't help that he already had a concussion.

"I gotta get the first aid kit… you have one right?"

Dean gave her a 'duh' look and reached into his jeans pocket for the car keys before tossing them to the nurse.

"Trunk" he muttered, closing his eyes.

Jenn nodded and opened the door back up to head out to the Impala. Placing the key into the lock, the trunk popped open effortlessly. She gazed inside a moment, trying to adjust her eyes enough to only see from the light of the street lamp. Once she felt she could see enough to find a first aid kit, she set to the task of searching through the odd trunk. Not seeing anything, she reached to open the box inside the trunk. She remembered the first time she glanced into this part of the car. The night Dean had "woken up".

Figuring it wouldn't be snooping if she were actually looking for something, Jenn pulled open the top and her eyes widened at the sight below her.

Weapons of all sizes and shapes, knives, guns, and other odd things greeted her eyes.

"Whoa…" she mouthed, staring in stunned shock at seeing everything up close. At that moment she really WAS glad she was on Deans side. She didn't feel unsafe around him at all and with all of these things she felt even safer. She knew he could handle each and every one of them with expertise.

Shaking herself out of the moment. Jenn caught sight of a long rectangular box under a rather large sword-like knife and smiled.

"There we go…" And after pulling the large box out she shut the trunk and headed back into the room.


"DEAN!" A girl shriek. "Dean help! They're here!"

"Son of a bitch…" Dean mouthed. The hunter took off into a run down the long clean hallway to the door the screaming was permeating out of.

Dean kicked the door open and pulled a gun that was concealed tucked into his jeans. He disappeared into the room and all that could be heard was the sound of a fight ensuing.

'No…' Sam mouthed as he watched helpless. He needed to help his brother but… he couldn't move!

Suddenly a gunshot echoed through the corridor and he saw his brother stumble out of the room, his one arm clutching his side, the other pulling a woman out behind him.

'DEAN!' he shouted… but his brother couldn't hear him.

Then… Sam watched in horror as his brother pushed the woman down to the ground as an other shot echoed off the walls.

Sam watched his brother's body sag to his hands and knees… red started to pool beneath him from a wound Sam couldn't see.

'Why can't I move!' Sam yelled apparently to no one as he watched the terrible scene.

Just then a dark hooded figure came out of the room following the two slowly. A Cackling laugh invaded Sam's hearing.

The man leaned down to whisper something to Dean that Sam couldn't hear. He watched as his brother looked up from his hunched position and said something back. Then there was more laughing and Dean looked to the woman cowering nearby with sad eyes.

Sam had seen those eyes before… Right when… Dean was saying goodbye to him.

Tears ran down Sam's cheeks but he couldn't wipe them away.

"What the fuck! PLEASE! I have to move! Let me go!' Sam pleaded with whatever unnatural force was holding him still but nothing was listening.

He had to save his brother!

But anything he could have done would be too late. Sam watched as the dark man dropped the gun and pulled out a knife. Dean leaned back on his knees, seemingly accepting his fate.

Dean turned his head in Sam's direction… two brothers locking eyes right before the knife was jammed into the side of Dean's neck…

And then… Everything went black.

"DEAN!" Sam screamed, flinging himself up from the bed.

"Ok god…" he murmured as he robbed his face with his hands. What a terrible nightmare. Why did he have to dream about his brother getting killed… dying… again!

Life was seriously so unfair!

Sam realized he hadn't been asleep very long. The clock on the nightstand only said 12:24 am. Only an hour.

Well that would have to do… because Sam Winchester wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon.

Standing up, he padded over to his bag and pulled out his laptop.

It was going to be a long night.


"Wow… you have a pretty extensive first aid kit huh…" Jenn blurted out while fishing through to find the proper tools for stitches.

"We tend to… get hurt a lot." Dean admitted as his breath hitched in his throat. Man that bastard got him good in the abdomen. Life was going to suck for a while if his ribs were bruised. He didn't feel anything crack or break so at least he had that going for him.

"Ok relax a second. I'm gonna go get some towels."

"Is it really that bad?" It had to be if she wanted to get towels. He thought it was just a scratch.

"No it's not that bad. I just like to be prepared."

Dean let his tense muscles relax and let his eyelids slide shut.

"Ah nurse Jenn to the rescue." He said with a smile as she slid back in place next to the bed.

"Well it's the least I can do. After all this WAS my fault."

Dean opened his eyes to look at her.

"Why would you say this is your fault? You seem to be apologizing to me a lot lately Jenn. You really don't need to." And she really didn't. He didn't even give attaching those bastards a second thought. He saw them harassing Jenn and that was enough for him. He knew that feeling. He had it every time his Sammy was in trouble.

"Because those guys were hitting on me. I should have stood up to them and told them to screw off. Instead I froze and you stepped in to fight for my honor. My Hero…" She said with a sad smile and reached over to the gash on the side of Dean's head with a cotton ball.

"They were just assholes Jenn. This isn't a big deal. I've had worse." Dean hissed as the cotton ball came in contact with the cut. It was obvious from the sting that it had peroxide on it.

"Somehow I believe that. But I still feel bad you got hurt. Stay still."

"Well you could have warned me you put that shit on it. It burns." Dean whined as he went to sit up on the bed.

"No!" Jenn scolded. She reached up, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him back down without much difficulty. "Just lay there. You got knocked over the head with a beer bottle Dean. You already have a concussion. Don't make me strap you down. You need some rest."

Dean eyed her heatedly. He HATED being fused over when he was injured. He didn't like when Sam did it and he certainly didn't want Jenn to either. But there was something soothing about her that made him obey against his stubbornness. It must have something to do with her being a nurse. Yea… That's what he'd blame it on.

"Fine…" he muttered and let his eyes close again. The light in the room was affecting his eyes anyways but he'd never admit it. He had to keep some toughness to himself. Dean didn't have it in him to be weak. Even if he had been broken and bloody he always put up a badass tough guy front. Mostly it was for his younger brother.

Ever since Sammy was little Dean had been his caretaker. He didn't have the luxury to be hurt or relax when his brother needed him more. And because of his role as protector, Dean knew Sammy counted on him to be 100 for him always.

It made him wonder how hard his brother took the last two months.

Sammy… man he missed his little brother. His attempt to find him certainly wasn't going his way either. How come his phone didn't work! This was just insane. It was like some force was working against them to keep them as far apart as possible.

Dean winced slightly when he felt the needle Jenn was using to stitch him up come in contact with the side of his head.

"Sorry" she murmured. It was obvious from her tone that she was deep in concentration.

"Jenn?"

"Mmm…" she replied.

"You told me the other day you took care of me… so you were around my brother a lot right?" Dean opened his eyes and looked at the woman kneeling next to him. She was biting her lip in concentration but brought her eyes up to connect with his for just a second.

"Yea." She had been waiting for these questions. She was shocked it took him this long to ask them. Normally when a coma patient came out of it they want to know right away what happened while they were out. They wanted to know how their family and friends were before they cared to know what happened to themselves. Now Dean was looking at her like one of those patients she would normally come in contact with. His eyes pleaded with her for answers even though it took the man two days to actually bring up the subject.

"Was he… ok?"

Jenn looked back up at him and stopped what she was doing. All her concentration on stitching up the cut on his head was lost.

"Yea Dean. He was ok."

"He didn't… ya know… Cry did he?"

"Cry?" The question took her off guard. Honestly… as she thought about it… She didn't remember seeing his brother crying. That was actually not normal.

"Yea did he? I guess I just want to know how much this affected him. I'm kinda all he has left and from what I understand… Sam was told I'd never wake up again. I just want to know how hard he took it."

Jenn let her eyes go unfocused in thought. No… His brother never cried. Not around her at least. It was almost like he didn't believe a word the doctors said. Jenn actually thought he was in denial. Maybe, now that she knew a bit about this family, he knew something more then the doctors did after all.

"No I didn't see him cry Dean. He actually didn't seem to believe what he was being told."

"Yea I kinda got that from his letter. I just wanted to make sure. I'm a little worried about him is all. I saw how he beat himself up after his girlfriend was killed. But I was with him and I'd like to think that helped him out a little. Now Sammy's all alone and…"

Dean paused to look away from the young nurse.

"… Well I hate to not be there when he needs me. I've always been his protector."

Dean's voice faded away at the last thing he said and he turned his head away.

Jenn waited a few seconds to see if he was going to say more and when nothing came she leaned back on her legs and sighed.

"He talked about you a lot…"

Jenn looked down at her hands and fiddled with the needle. Dean turned to look at her again.

"… He would sit there for hours and tell me all this amazing stuff his brother would do. He never went into TOO much detail… and now I see why. But he was so proud of you Dean. He was bragging about you any moment he could get. He use to say to me… 'You'd never see him lie still this long… Its just not in his nature.'"

Dean sat up on the bed in interest of Jenn's tales of his brother. He never really discussed things with Sam anymore when it came to being proud or to even say 'I love you'. That sort of talk ended when Sammy became a teenager.

"… He believed so much that you'd wake up at any moment. That's why I found it so odd that he just left one day."

As a tension breaker for his own sake, Dean rolled his neck around, cracking it slightly. He didn't know what to say at what she had just told him except that it made it even more terrible that he couldn't just get to his brother right now.

Not to mention the fact that he was worried he'd get himself hurt! That witch was no one to trifle with alone.

"Thanks for telling me all that." He said in a hushed tone. He rested his head back against the headboard and looked her way with a sad smile. "Well nurse Jenn… Will I live?"

Jenn smiled at Dean's attempt to lighten the mood and sat back up to finish her task.

"I dunno… it was touch and go but I think one more stitch should do the trick. I think you're gonna live."

Dean smiled naturally at her and her joke and turned his head a bit to make it easier for her to reach the gash.

"Oh thank god. Many women from all over thank you!"

"Ha very funny!"

Jenn grabbed a small pair of scissors from in the kit and cut off the end of the thread.

"There! All finished. Now you should get some rest. Seriously you've already been having headaches. A good nights sleep should really help."

"Yea mother…" Dean said while pulling himself up and out of the bed. He could feel the strained and bruised muscles in his stomach screaming at him but he withheld a look of pain and headed for his bag. "I just want to take a shower first."

"You shouldn't get the stitches wet…" She scolded.

"I know… But I've done it before. I'll be ok."

"Man… Your brother forgot to mention how stubborn you are." She joked and reached over to turn on the TV.

"Oh I'm sure it would have come up." Dean laughed and proceeded into the small bathroom.

As Dean shut the door he watched Jenn lean back on the bed completely engrossed in the Television. From what his ears could pick up it sounded like the local news.

He quietly shut the door and leaned up against the door. It was so hard to hide injuries and for once he wished he didn't still feel like he needed to.

But now he was in charge of keeping Jenn safe. Whether he wanted to or not he was still the "Protector" and he'd never leave his post.

The hunter leaned over the small sink and twisted the old silver knob. He waited a few minutes for warm water to come out onto his waiting hands and once the temperature was right he leaned over and flung cupped handfuls into his face. Jenn was right. He shouldn't get the stitches wet. He'd just have to wash the rest of himself now and worry about his hair later. At least he could wash his face in the sink.

He was about to turn on the shower when he heard Jenn shout from the other room.

"DEAN! Come here quick!"

Her tone alone caused him to go into "attack" mode and he flung open the door, running out into the middle of the small hotel room.

"What! What's going on?"

"Watch the TV!" Her finger pointed at the TV emphasizing that the important thing that sent him flying out of the bathroom was on the small screen in front of them.

Dean brought his eyes to the screen and hurried to adjust his focus on the news broadcast.

"… the three families are sticking together in this hard time and ask for anyone to call who thinks they have any information on their daughters."

Dean watched wide-eyed at the screen as three pictures came into view. Three young women… missing…

"… Where are they from…"

"It said Eerie Pennsylvania." Jenn answered.

The two locked eyes with each other. Both had shocked yet hopeful expressions that were emphasized by the Deer-in-headlights look in their eyes.

"Jenn… Get your stuff together. We're leaving…"


MUAAAAAAAHAHAHA! Next chapter 's BIG!