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Chapter 22

"Something's not right," Dean commented as he accepted his order of two coffees and a croissant from the barista.

"You keep sayin' that, " Bobby said as he was handed his own coffee.

"Because it's true! It makes no sense for him to be like this Bobby."

"Well Castiel did say that he was gonna be gonin' through withdrawals. It's like detox Dean, you ever see someone go through the stages of comin' off somethin' like heroine?"

"No," the younger man admitted as they began their walk back the motel.

"It ain't pretty, trust me."

Dean rolled his eyes in frustration. "But Sam isn't coming off of a drug addiction. It's demon blood. We don't have any idea about what to expect or-or what to do that can help or when it's over or even if he's going to be ok."

The hunter stopped causing the older Winchester brother to cease his steps as well. "Look, I know you're scared Dean, I know that this is less than ideal for both of you boys; but you gettin' all worked up for the hundredth time isn't gonna do you or yer brother any good. Just try to relax, don't lose yer head, and remember that you two aren't alone. We'll figure this out, alright?" Dean didn't trust his words to come out without shaking so he settled for nodding at his friend to show he understood.

The coffee shop was conveniently located a little less than a block from the current motel they were staying at. Dean had been torn between staying with Sam, who had finally stopped puking and had fallen asleep, and going with their friend. Part of Dean, a big part of him, had wanted to stay just in case, but Bobby had convinced him a walk would do him good. Followed by sleep since the purple bags under the young man's eyes told the hunter Sam wasn't the only one who didn't get much of it.

The two quietly let themselves into the brothers' room. Dean was relieved to see Sam still laying sound asleep in his bed and not missing or locked away in the bathroom. The younger Winchester slept like that for awhile longer before waking with a start.

"D'n?" He squinted in his brother's direction.

" Well that's progress, he kept calling me Jess last night, " the older brother said under his breath so only Bobby could hear. He cleared his throat and spoke louder, "how're you feeling?"

" I'm...I'm alright. I mean I've been better, but all things considered."

"Got you a cup of joe and a...whatever this is," Dean said holding up Sam's coffee in one hand and the bag that held the croissant in the other.

"It's a croissant," Bobby informed. "How can you order things that you don't even know what they are?"

" I know what it is, ok? " The older sibling said defensively.

The younger Winchester's face twisted as though he'd just been shown something unpleasant.

"I'm good, thanks."

"You sure? It's good."

"Since when have ever eaten a croissant?" Sam scoffed. Dean opened and closed his mouth a few times.

"Well, I mean it's good for you."

"No it isn't. It's full of carbs."

"Oh right, you know I often times forget that I have a little sister," he retorted. Sam just sighed and rolled his eyes. "Look, you can't possibly have anything left in your stomach after last night. Just...humor me. Please?" Dean stared at his sibling, still holding the bag and coffee in his hands. After a moment of remaining where he was, Sam got to his feet and snatched them up from his brother. "Great. So now that Sammy is awake and getting fueled up, what's the plan?" Dean questioned turning back to the hunter.

"Well, if I'm bein' honest here, I'm not too sure. Sam's condition is a pressin' matter at the moment, but we still have that hunk of rubble that Rufus brought to us and we don't know how crucial that thing is or what it even is. I don't think it'll help us with the situation at hand but with the angels tryin' to bring on Armageddon, who's to say this doesn't have somethin' to do with that. I was hopin' we'd already be at Frank's by now, but we're not even halfway -"

The hunter was cut off at the sound of liquid squirting. Both Bobby and Dean looked over to see coffee dripping from Sam's chin and all over the back of his hand. "Sorry," he said quickly grabbing some napkins from the paper bag and wiping himself down.

"You alright?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Dean and Bobby watched him a bit longer before the hunter spoke again.

"Personally I don't like the idea of dragging Sam around, and frankly the both of you could use rest."

"But we don't have time," Sam said. "We don't know what the angels are going to do. All we do know is that they need us and they're going to be out looking for us. We've only met two and if they hadn't introduced themselves as such, we would have never known. "

"Sam's got a point." The older man turned to look at Dean. "For all we know that barista you were chatting up this morning could have been an angel."

"Right," Sam responded before his brother could comment. "But at the same time, I don't want to just sit here and do nothing. I saw a bookstore when we were driving in last night, I was thinking of hitting it up for any information on anything that may help. I know it's a stretch, but at least it's something I can do and you don't have to worry about dragging me anywhere."

"Great. Bobby will meet up with his friend and we'll hit the books," Dean replied.

"Bobby needs you more than I do. Besides, you hate reading."

"Bobby can handle himself, right Bobby?"

"Maybe we don't have to drive all the way to Frank's after all. You boys go ahead and look into the hunk of rock and see if you can find out anything about it. Don't be too disappointed if you don't find anything though. And don't show anyone the source material. Got it?" Sam snapped a few pictures of the tablet with his phone.

"Yes sir," the brothers answered in unison.

"What about you Bobby?" Sam asked.

"Well, while you boys are at the bookstore, I'll stay here and call around. I'll tell Frank what's goin' on and see if he'll help via phone call. I won't hold my breath though, I'm more likely ta pass out than not. But it's better than gettin' over to him and him not helpin'. I'll drop a line if I learn anything useful. You boys take care of yerselves and try not to kill each other, ok?" Both Winchesters nodded.

"Good luck boys, be safe."

"You too Bobby."

The brothers gave their friend one more nod and then headed out.

A/n: Thank you so much for reading! Unfortunately I don't know when the next time I update will be, however I am going to try and at least do a bit of writing as often as I can. I look forward to hearing from you guys again when I do!