It was an hour to sunrise and they were still four hours away from Bobby's house in Sioux Falls. Sam yawned from behind the wheel. He turned and saw Dean sleeping beside him his head resting against the door. He looked in the review mirror and saw the two Bennetts sleeping as well. All three of them looked peaceful; Sam was glad his brother was getting rest for once. He had been worried even since Dean had gotten back.
He saw a gas station and pulled in. Baby, as Dean affectionally called the car, needed gas and Sam needed to use the washroom. He shut the car off. He then pulled out his wallet and flipped though the fake cards. He grabbed one marked 'Ace Johnson' and climbed out of the car.
He began to fill the car up. He leaned against the bumper and thought about how the past few months had been a rollercoaster ride for him. Dean died and went to Hell, Sam trying everything to get him out, sleeping with Ruby, and almost letting Lilith eat him for lunch then Dean coming back. And finally the arrival of the Bennett sisters.
"Dude, my life is like a television drama. One fucked up drama but a drama nevertheless," he said in the predawn air.
The pump stopped working. Sam pulled it out. He put back the gas cap then walked to the store. He walked in and a short balding fat man greeted him with a grunt. Sam was almost afraid to ask for the bathroom key.
"Uh, sixty for pump two," Sam said.
The man grunted again and punched it in the till. Sam gave the Visa card and signed the bill when it came.
"Where's your bathroom?" Sam asked.
"Around the side," the man said his voice deep and mean.
He threw the key at Sam. Sam took it and walked out.
"So, much for have a nice day," he muttered.
***
Artie woke up and realized they went moving anymore. She stretched and jumped when Dean moaned. She looked at him in the front seat. He was hugging himself.
"No, I won't," he muttered thrashing around a little.
"Ah, man, Dean," she whispered.
She knew it was a nightmare about Hell. She turned and saw Sam walk around the side of the building. Apparently nature had called. She turned and looked at Lyssa. Her sister was also out like a light. It was up to her to wake Dean up and save him from his nightmare about Hell.
"Dean, wake up," she said shaking his shoulder.
Nothing. She leaned in further and shook him harder.
"Dean, wake up!" she yelled.
Dean snapped awake and went for his gun. He then turned and saw that it was Artie. She was looking at him with concern. He dropped his hand.
"What?" he asked wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"You were having a bad dream. About Hell, I would guess," Artie said.
"Maybe. Where's Sam?"
"Using the bathroom-Oh crap! Lyssa, wake up!"
Artie shook her sister. She needed Lyssa to see the gas station because Artie had a sinking feeling that this was the one that Hendrickson showed up and paid Sam a visit at.
***
Sam stood at the sink. He took a deep breath. He watched as he saw his breath come out in front of him.
I so don't need this, he thought to himself.
He looked up and saw that the mirror had frosted up. He reached out and wiped it. He saw Hendrickson standing behind him. He whirled around to face him.
"Hello, Sam," Hendrickson said.
"What are you doing here? You're dead," Sam said.
"Because of you. You did this to me. It was your fault, she was after you and I paid the price. You left us there to die."
Sam shook his head but that was he could do. Hendrickson grabbed him and threw him into some lockers. He then held Sam by his shirt. Sam noticed a mark on Hendrickson's hand. Hendrickson then threw Sam into the wall then pulled him up and tossed him at the mirror and sink.
Sam doubled over the sink and his head crashed into the mirror. He got his arm but it still hurt like a son of a bitch. Sam tried to block the pain out. Hendrickson grabbed the back of Sam's shirt and slammed his head into the sink over and over again. He then tossed Sam to the dirty floor.
Sam looked up and waited for more punishment; not sure if he could take it. None came. Hendrickson's spirit imploded when the shot from Dean's rifle hit him.
"You okay?" Dean asked helping Sam up.
"I'll live."
"What the hell was that?"
"More of Lilith's plan. My guess is that Hendrickson is a witness."
"Great. Can't even take a piss in private. Is nothing sacred anymore?"
Sam held his head and followed Dean out. He saw the two girls waiting leaning against the car. They looked relieved that he was okay.
"You alright?" Artie asked.
"I'll be fine. How did you know I needed help?" Sam asked turning towards Dean.
"Lyssa and Artie. Thank them."
"No, you don't have to. Let's just get going. I think Bobby's in trouble," Lyssa said climbing back into the car.
"I'll drive," Dean said.
"Great. Where are the seatbelts?" Artie asked.
"I don't drive that fast."
"Yeah, and Castiel is just a holy tax accountant."
Lyssa and Sam snickered. Dean got in the driver's seat and slammed the door. This was going to be along ass ride back to Bobby's.
