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Chapter 16

"This is stupid," Dean said crossing his arms.

"I heard you the first fifty times Dean," Sam sighed.

"Good, because this is fifty shades of stupid." The brothers were sitting at a small table outside a coffee shop. Having managed to get a phone and at least somewhat explained how it worked with the angel, they were once again left on their own.

Sam rubbed at his temples. "Look, I get that you're mad, alright? I get you don't trust him, but right now he's the closest thing we have to an ally. Besides Bobby. We need someone like him on our side. It's not just demons we have to worry about anymore, it's angels too. So stow you're trust issues."

"And psychotic hunters," Dean added. Sam frowned.

"What?"

"Back when I first got back topside, I hitched a ride. The guy seemed trustworthy at the time. Said he knew Bobby and would take me to him. He lied though. That deranged fucker kept me locked up in a panic room." Dean's voice shrank slightly as he went on to explain. "He came in saying you were a demon that needed to put down and he demanded I tell him where you were. I told him to fuck off and he responded by slicing a piece of me or digging under my nails with a stick or whatever. Good times." When he looked back at his brother, he quickly looked away again; wishing he hadn't said as much as he did about his time with Gordon.

"He...He tortured you? To get to me?" Sam's voice was small and Dean could hear the hurt. As though someone has just slapped him in the face unexpectedly.

"The guy's a few fries short of a Happy Meal Sam," he commented trying to shrug it off. "It's not on you."

"Dean I'm...I'm so sorry. I had no idea...why didn't say something earlier?"

"In case you forgot, we've been a little pre-occupied."

"Yeah no I know, but...still..."

"Two coffees black and I got..." The hunter stopped short when he laid eyes on the Winchester brothers. "What's with the dewy eyes Sam? What'd Dean do now?"

"What did I do?!" Dean repeated taken aback.

"He was tortured...because of me," Sam answered. Dean opened his mouth but shut it again. Bobby sighed sympathetically.

"We got'em back," he reminded the younger man. "That angel Castiel fixed'em up. He's ok now."

"Ok? How's he ok? How is what happened ok?" Sam snapped. "My brother was tortured! I never...Dean I..."

"Sam, I know. Ok? It's fine." The older brother's voice was gentle. "I'm alive and you're alive. That's what matters, alright?" Sam nodded and gulped back the sick feeling that had started in the pit of his stomach and was working its way up to his throat.

"So, what now?" Dean asked wasting no time on changing the subject. "We have no place to stay, no car to drive, and I'm willing to bet between the three of us, not much money. Oh, and literally Heaven and Hell are after us."

"Well, aren't you just a bucket of sunshine and rainbows?" The hunter said eyeing the oldest Winchester.

"Apparently, that's our lives now," he shrugged.

"Believe it or not, it's not as doom and gloom as you're makin' it out to be. Plenty'a hunters live like this." The brothers frowned and Bobby nodded. "Alright first thing's first, Dean you're good with cars. Know how to hot wire?"

"Yeah?" The oldest brother raised an eyebrow. The hunter smiled.

"Good. A least we won't have to start completely from scratch. The trick is to find a car that won't be missed."

"You mean like your Road Runner?" Dean teased. The the older man scowled.

"Say what you want about my car, but just remember you stole it when I had other cars you coulda hot wired, so it can't be that bad." Dean didn't say anything, only threw Bobby an irritated look. "Alright..." The hunter turned his attention towards the nearest parking lot, his eyes brushing over the various cars until he found one. "Silver 1995 Toyota Corolla," he said low enough for the brothers to hear. Both their eyes fell on the mentioned car and Dean made a sound of disgust.

"That hunk of junk?"

"Yep, it's perfect. I'll get us in, you get us going." The older sibling nodded. "And Sam, you watch for anyone." Sam shifted himself nervously.

Without much time wasted, the men worked together getting the car opened and on the road.

"That was awesome!" Dean laughed as his friend took off down the street.

"That was illegal," Sam reminded less than amused. "What happens when the owner puts out an alert on a stolen car?"

"Don't worry son, by the time they start lookin', we'll have already ditched it. The trick is to not drive the same car for too long."

"So we're thieves now. Great."

"We're on the run Sam," Bobby explained peering over at him through the rearview mirror. "We're thieves, liars, and convicts to most. Welcome to the world of bein' a hunter. Never in one place long, always on the road doing what you have to ta get by. I was a lucky one. I had a home and cars. I didn't have to roam like most. But this, this is all part of the gig."

"So we're hunters now?"

"Not quite. First you boys would need training, weapons, knowledge, a suit, and fake IDs."

"Fake IDs?" Sam echoed uncomfortably. "For what?"

"For workin' cases."

"Is that the plan?" Dean interjected. "Become hunters?"

The hunter bit the inside of his lip. "It isn't my plan," he responded solemnly. "I think we should lay low and try to figure out everythin' there is to know but angels. I'm startin' to think it's gonna be good to know how ta stop them at the very least. Not sure if there's a way ta kill'em."

"Good idea," Sam agreed. "It probably would actually be a good idea to know more about...Well, everything," he offered sheepishly. Bobby frowned.

"What're you gettin' at Sam?"

"Look I know it's dangerous and everything, but I mean we don't exactly know what else might be coming for us. It's not like we would have ever guessed angels would be a problem."

"Or real," Dean muttered, Sam ignored him.

"I just think it might be a good idea for us to be prepared. All Dean and I know about are demons and ghosts, but there is so much more out there. Maybe we can even help someone."

"Don't go gettin' ahead of yerself Sam. We need to worry about us right now before we go helpin' others and drawin' attention to ourselves."

"As long as I get to kick something's ass, I'm good," Dean said as the hunter pulled the car up to the curb and rolled to a stop.

"Easy there Rambo," Bobby threw the older brother a look.

"Why are we stopping Bobby?"

"We're calling it a day."

"Ok...So were gonna, what? Sleep on the street?"

"Nope, we're staying right there for the night." The older man pointed to a run down motel further up the road that looked like it may have been a gas station before it was a resting place.

"There?" Sam asked unsure.

"Bobby a place like that, we may as well sleep on the street. It would at least be cleaner." The hunter closed the door to the car and started walking, the boys followed.

"When yer on the run, you can't be picky. Neither one of you have a whole lotta money, I don't have a whole lotta money, so until we can get you some credit cards, this is what we're doing."

"So we're going to steal people's money too?" Sam asked in a disapproving manner.

"Unless you really do wanna live on the streets with no car and no food," he offered.

"Speaking from experience Bobby?" Dean quirked an eyebrow.

"In a matter of speakin'. Though I've never been on Heaven and Hell's most wanted list."

The men reached the motel and after their rooms were paid for, they retired to them. It wasn't exactly late, but Bobby figured the boys could use a break and he could use some time to think of a plan on what there next move was. The inside of the motel room was just as distasteful and welcoming as the outside. The brother's room had two queen sized beds with the ugliest comforter Dean had ever seen. The bathroom was basically a box with a toilet, shower/tub and a sink and just enough room to us it all one person at a time. The older Winchester sighed and after giving the bed closest to the door a good once over, he sat down on it and began to flip through the motel's offered channels. The few that there were. Unsure of what else to do himself, Sam laid down on the bed his brother wasn't occupying. He looked over at his sibling wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say that he thought would actually get him anywhere other than Dean storming off to be left alone.

"What's his name?" He asked catching Dean off guard.

"What?"

"The hunter who tortured you, what's his name?"

"Gordon Walker. Why? You know him?"

"Nope, I just wanted to know the name of the guy that was going to get his ass handed to him if he showed up is all."

"Since when were you an asskicker?" Dean questioned amused by his sibling's threat.

"Since the guy messed with my family."

Dean smiled to himself. "Well if anyone's going to kick that guy's ass, it's me. Payback's a bitch."

Sam didn't say anything, allowing Dean to think that he had the upper hand in the situation. No sense in saying anything more until the occasion called for it. He shifted himself into a more comfortable position and allowed the flashing colors and blur of sounds to lull him to sleep.

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