Chapter 11: Patience Is The Trick

Dean inhaled his favorite pie in the entire world. Yes! He finally got his pie. It had been such a long awaited time since he'd eaten this pie. Sam just ignored him and ate his food that the nice waitress brought them. Of course it wouldn't be a trip without his brother shamelessly hitting on the locals or any hottie in sight. The waitress with long wavy auburn hair laughs at something his idiot brother said. Probably a pickup-line or whatever.

"So… I found a case." Dean raises his head and nicely ends his conversation with Nicky. Nicky frowns softly before waving and writing her digits on a napkin and handed to Dean.

After Nicky leaves, he turns his attention to his brother who looked pissed off. "Oh so, and you can start." Sam rolled his eyes and pushed his laptop in Dean's direction.

Dean grabbed the laptop and his eyes glued to screen. His brother couldn't be serious. He read the page and sighed. "A guy mysteriously disappears after entering a place called the mystery spot." He read the crazy article to his little brother.

"Dean I know but it sounds like our kind, don't you think?"

He sighed again,"Alright fine. Where's this wack job anyways?" It was going to be another long drive.

—-xx—

It's an hour later, when Lexie gets the news. She rushed out of the trailer and hops onto the freeway. When she arrives she finds her brother, smiling at her and she bursts into tears. This can't be real. She must've lost her marble.

"Lex…" FP's raspy voice only made the river keep flowing. Lexie charges into the room, burrows her head into her brother's chest. FP sees the tears in her eyes and brings his hand to her cheek, wiping away the excess and kissing the top of his baby sister's forehead. "I'm okay. I promise, Baby girl."

Lexie calmed down a bit, wiping at her eyes and gasp. "I'm so so sorry, For." Her voice was hoarse and tears started flooding her eyes again. "I was so stupid for saying that about you."

Instead of speaking, he brought her close to him and kissed her forehead and let her speak. Lexie seemed to go on and on about how she was sorry and she would've say that again. He didn't stop her. He knew she had to let it out. Although he was still confused what happened to those two men that saved him.

He tried to sit up in bed and let out a howl. Lexie quickly faces him and gasps. "Ah shit!" He cursed as his sister hit the call button on the side of his hospital bed. Nurses checked his vitals and gave him some morphine for the pain. His stomach still aches like a bitch.

"Mr. Jones, I'm Dr. Haln, I would like to ask you some questions if you wouldn't mind." He nodded his head and the questions began rolling.

Before the questions were done. Dr. Haln smiled. "Okay. It seems like you have made great progress, Mr. Jones."

"FP, Ma'am." Haln nodded, smiling before closing the door behind her.

FP turned back to his sister and sighed. Lexie looked like she was about to cry again. He didn't mean to upset her. He wasn't supposed to get her upset. It was his job to keep her safe, healthy and happy.

"Lex, I forgive you. I know you didn't mean to hurt me. You were just angry. Believe me, I was furious but now I'm okay. Jughead came in earlier and told me about the drinking." Lexie's smile faded. He wasn't supposed to find out that. "Hey, hey don't cry. I'm not mad, not at all. I'm just worried that's all."

She slowly reached for his hand and a soft smile appeared over her chapped lips. "I wasn't trying to drink just you know drink. I wanted to—"

"Forget." She nodded." I know what you mean." She frowns at the sad look on his face.

She shook her head before she continued. "Anyway… I took care of Jug and JB just like always. JB and me are good now. She's no longer mad at me and it feels very good, For." FP's smile widened.

"That's good." Then it faded again. "Now what happened to that 'Dean' guy?" Now it was the question she was trying to avoid at all costs. Ugh why, she groaned inside her head. She didn't want to show that she was weak. But it failed. Her brother knows her too well.

"It just didn't work." FP scoffed." What it's true?"

"So this doesn't have anything to do with that he isn't an FBI agent?" He asked, hinting at the real reason. She didn't say anything. He looked up at her and poked her cheek with his pointer finger. "Oh come on, Alexa. You actually believe he was a—" He stopped himself when he realized she actually did.

"I know." She exhaled, burying her head into her palms. "I was stupid and man I thought he was so cute." His face hardened into a protective glare.

She saw her brother rolling his eyes and pushed him lightly. "Hey don't push me." He laughed, She scowled and he began laughing harder.

"Don't laugh at me!" She giggled as she rolled her eyes. She spotted a chocolate cookie on his tray and snatched. She grinned madly when she caught her brother narrowing his eyes. "That's for laughing at me." She bit into the cookie and smiled in satisfaction.

"Whatever, Trouble." Her head whipped around so fast that he thought she would break her neck.

"Don't you dare, Forsythe." He shrugged his shoulders in defense and then there was an evil gleam in her brown eyes. "And oh, Alice never left your side." The shock on his face was clear.

FP couldn't believe what he was hearing. Alice stayed by his side and never left. Lexie curls into his side, careful for his stitches and lays her head down. He was just happy that him and Lexie were good again. He really hated fighting. Lexie also hated when they fought. It was brutal without him and she couldn't wait for him to come home.

—xx—xx

A couple back-breaking hours later, they arrived in Broward County. By time they make it. The sun has gone down and Dean's exhausted. He drove over six-hours just in two days. He still had no texts more Alexandra and he still won't admit he missed her. Sam wakes up in a motel room to Heat of the Moment by Asia where he finds Dean already up and getting dressed. Dean goes through a long and irritating morning bathroom routine, and they go to the local diner for breakfast. Sam tells him about a man that disappeared at the Broward County Mystery Spot.

Dean orders the Tuesday special, Pig 'n a Poke

with a side of bacon, and as the waitress delivers their coffee, she accidentally drops a bottle of hot sauce on the floor. "Oh sorry, my bad." The waitress says before she picks up a rag and wipes the hot sauce away and she walks back to the cash register.

After they finished, Sam and Dean walk around the town and while discussing about this mystery spot Sam's clearly obsessed about. As they walked down the city block, an golden retriever started barking out of nowhere. He looked back and then a blonde woman bumped into him. Around them movers were struggling to get a desk into the building as they walked passed. At that time he didn't think of anything different about the strange things going on. Well, Strange followed them everywhere they go.

When Sam tells him that they should go to the mystery spot at nightfall. He went along with his brother. At nightfall, He and Sam explored the spot. He searches the hall for anything and sees nothing. They break into the tacky tourist trap after hours, but as they're wandering through the halls, the owner approaches them with a shotgun. The gun goes off by mistake, and the bullet hits Dean square in the chest. Sam frantically rushes over to Dean and tearfully holds him as he starts shutting his eyes.

"Dean!" Sam wails, Dean's green eyes start fluttering shut. Sam's eyes burn from trying not cry. His brother can't be really die, can he? "Dean! No, no!" He continues wailing, shaking his shoulders with any force he had left.

"T-t-tell Alexandra I'm sorry." The words die off Dean's ghostly colored lips.

Sam shakes his head frantically, his eyes burned like no tomorrow. "No, De, please don't die on me!" He cried out as Dean's head was in his lap. He felt the blood seeping from his brother's chest.

Dean's glossy eyes open once more. " S-Sammy… just promise me." His voice is weak and he can tell he's dying. His lungs were gasping for a breath. Maybe this is better than the hell hounds, he thought to himself as he choked on his own blood, clogging up his lungs. He could taste the blood.

"Okay." Sam says quietly. His hand still pressing down on the bullet wound. "I promise, De."

He cries his heart out when Dean's eyes shut. He kept holding his brother's face at the sides and looking at him with tear-filled eyes. This can't be happening. Not at all. There's no way Dean's actually dead. This had to be some sick joke.

"Dean! No! Come back to me! I'm not ready to lose my only brother!" He didn't get a response. All that was clear was his brother was gone. Way too gone. How was he going to survive without Dean? He had no answers. He knew as soon as he got up, he would have to plan a hunter's funeral and call everyone that knows him or will miss him.