Wow, I never expected to get such positive feedback for chapter one! Thanks so much! I only hope I don't disappoint anybody with the rest of the story. Well, to all you Sam lovers, I put a bit of him in the first part of this chappie, so you could get your Sammy fix. Don't forget to R&R!
Expect The Unexpected
Chapter 2
Sam awoke to a dark room and rubbing his eyes, stared around in confusion til he realized where he was. In the hotel.
Crap, I must have fallen asleep, he thought, squinting to try and read the time on his watch, then finally gave up and flicked the lamp on.
6:42.
What? That couldn't be right. That would mean he had been asleep for over three hours. Dean had let him sleep for over three hours.
Wait, he thought, seeing the Tv wasn't on and all the lights were off except for the one in the bathroom, where is Dean?
"Hey Dean!"he called out."You here?" Maybe his brother had come back after he'd fallen asleep and decided to wait until he woke up to leave, and was now in the bathroom or something.
You should have known he wasn't here stupid. Like he would do something as nice as letting you sleep.
So that left the million dollar question, if he's not here, then where is he?
Sam felt the familiar feeling of worry starting to grow in him, but the unfamiliar part was it was for Dean.
Oh he's fine you big baby, he did have four hundred dollars, and Sam knew from past experience that it had probably been burning a hole in his brothers pocket. Begging him to spend it.
"Oh you are in so much trouble Dean Winchester."he said aloud, flopping down on the bed and turning the TV on."Out spending money, leaving your poor, starving brother at the hotel. I'm so gonna kick your ass."he muttered aimlessly flipping channels.
At least the room was paid for until tomorrow afternoon.
"You better hope you bring me some food back with you."he said, his stomach growling."And it better be something better than a Happy Meal."
He chuckled at the fact he was talking to himself, and also about remembering Dean's happy meal remark. The whole toy thing was a little joke they shared because one of the few times in his life that he'd actually bested Dean in a fight was over a GI Joe figure he'd gotten with a Happy Meal, which his big brother decided he wanted also, and had snatched it from his hands, resulting in a all out brawl which had led to the toy being broken, and Dean having a black eye.
They'd both been grounded by their father, but even though he was toyless, Sam had gotten the immense pleasure of smirking at Dean for the next week every time he'd seen the shiner he'd supplied him with. Compared to that, who needed GI Joe?
Hey, on second thought, I hope he does get me one, and it has a toy he wants. He needs another black eye for leaving me here." Sam thought, laughing at his own immaturity.
Yawning, he let his attention go to the Tv, and saw that there was some type of big thing going on in town, involving the police on every channel.
Hmm.. hope nobody's hurt. He started to continue flipping when the words "Local bank robbery leads to hostage situation." appeared across the bottom of the screen.
Whoa, bank robbery.
Dean went to the bank to get that stupid check cashed.
It couldn't be the same bank though, or could it?
He turned the TV up just as a brunette news reporter started giving an update.
"The air is thick with tension outside of the "Orchid Mill's National Bank" as we enter the third hour of the stand-off between the police and the three men who have now been identified as 38 year old Christopher Roy Malone, 34 yr old Andrew Johnson, and 41 yr old Mathew Bronson, all of which have served time in jail for past crimes. They have yet to state their demands for releasing the 13 hostages, who's names we are unable to say at this moment, though It has been confirmed by a live video feed from bank security camera's that there is at least one casualty thus far, and one other injured hostage. That is all we know at this point, but stay tuned for we will be on the scene to bring you up to the minute coverage of this crisis. This is Cynthia Waters for channel 10 news."
Sam stared at the screen for a moment after she finished, telling himself that there was no way that this could have anything to do with Dean's absence. It was just a coincidence.
Then, when a cameraman did a sweep of the parking lot to show all the police gathered , Sam saw it.
Dean's car.
Shit! It was the bank he went to. Damnit Dean, can't you pick a bank that's not being robbed?
Sam jumped up, pulling his coat on as he dug in his pockets to see how much cash he had on him.
$47.50, surely that was enough to get to town on.
And praying that Dean wasn't the casualty the news woman had mentioned, he grabbed the phone book and looked up the number for a cab.
"What happen...?"Dean asked, but his words were cut off by a gasp of pain, as he tried to sit up.
The man who looked like his old teacher stepped forward, and bent down to put a restraining hand on Deans shoulder as he said,"I don't think it's a good idea for you to try and move too much son."
"Hey, he's alive!"the teenager, who's name was Zach, said with a grin.
The old man who'd shushed him earlier had moved to stand beside him, and upon hearing his words, sighed deeply and said,"Yes, he is."
"That's a good thing, right?"Zach asked, looking at him in confusion after hearing the tone he'd just spoken in.
"Yes, I suppose so."he replied with a half-hearted smile, not wanting to tell the boy that Dean might be wishing he had not survived before this was all over with.
There was no telling how long the men would keep them all as hostages, and he had been shot in the chest. Which, depending on where exactly he'd been hit, could lead to a long painful ordeal for him, most likely resulting in his death.
"Now what?"A third man, who had gone unnoticed til this point asked, talking to Roy and Johnson.
"Now, we are screwed, thanks to trigger happy over here."Roy answered angrily, glaring at Johnson.
"This was supposed to be an in and out bank robbery Roy. Not a fucking murder spree. We'll rot in jail for killing two men."the third man exclaimed.
"He's not dead you insensitive prick."the older woman who'd met Dean at the door said angrily, glaring at the man.
"Might as well be."he replied, looking at the ashen faced young man, who still had a look of disbelief on his face.
"Let one of us take him out so they can at least try and help him."the woman requested.
"No way, nobody's leaving here until we're safely out and on our way from this shit-hole of a town" Johnson replied for the third man."Until then, he'll just have to buck up and take it like a man."
"You are a coldhearted little bastard."the man who was kneeling over Dean said through gritted teeth, his fists balled at his sides.
"You know what, since you feel such empathy towards him, then maybe you'd like to have a matching hole so you can really get the full effect."Johnson replied, pointing his gun at the man."I mean after all, we've already shot two of ya, so what's another one matter?"
"No."Dean said."Just let it go man, I'm fine."he said to teacher man, trying his best to sound convincing."What's done is done, anybody else getting shot too won't change it a bit."
"Yeah, listen to captain hero, he knows what he's talking about."Johnson said with a smirk.
"Oh shut the hell up Johnson."Roy ordered, then said,"Well, I guess we need to move him over with the rest of them. Come on Matt, give me a hand." and they went and each took a side and moved him, leaving him propped up against the wall amongst the other hostages.
The initial shock was wearing off and Dean was now feeling pain like he'd never experienced before, but seeing a little girl staring at him wide-eyed around her mothers legs, smiled at her, not wanting to frighten her more than she already had been, and she returned it then looked away shyly.
Seeing this, the old woman sat down beside Dean as she fought not to cry because of his actions.
"Hello dear, my name is Emma."she said."that was a very brave thing you did, trying to help the teller and all."
"Yeah, I'm a real hero."Dean replied, clenching his teeth as he tried not to show the pain he was suffering, which he wasn't totally successful at because a small groan of pain managed to escape from his lips despite his efforts.
"Look um...?"
"Dean."he supplied the answer before she could get the question out.
"Okay Dean, you don't have to try and be super human. If it hurts, let it out. No one will question you doing so, given the situation and all."
"Yeah, well that's really not my style."he stated solemnly, which for some reason struck Emma as being funny, resulting in her chuckling softly.
"Well, we certainly don't want to cramp your style, so you do as you wish."she said afterwards, then her face turned serious as she said,' We need to take a look at that." nodding at his chest.
He pulled his coat closed and quickly zipped it as he shook his head,saying dismissively"Nah, its fine."
"Dean, ignoring it won't make it go away."she said gently.
"Yeah, listen to her young man."the teacher man said, kneeling down beside where they sat."You need to stop the bleeding as soon as possible."
"I'm not ignoring anything. There's just certain people who shouldn't see this okay."Dean replied after a moment, nodding at the small girl who was once again staring at him with an expression of unconcealed curiosity that little kids possess. He winked at her and she turned away giggling to hide her face in her mothers skirt.
"Hmmm.. I see your point."the man replied."But still.."
"Listen up People!"Roy said loudly,interupting their conversation."Things have gone a little off plan for us, but if you all mind yourselves and be good little hostages, then we won't have any more um... unfortunate accidents."
"Yeah, let our young would-be hero's misjudgment teach you a lesson. Don't. Try. Anything. Stupid." Johnson added, smirking.
"Are you going to let us go soon?"the little girls mother asked timidly.
"Yeah, what are your demands and stuff?" Zach asked.
"Well...um..."Roy said slowly.
"You don't have any, do you?" Dean asked quietly, after seeing the mans hesitation at answering.
"What?"
"I said. You. Don't. Have. Any. Do. You?"Dean repeated slowly.
"Of course..."he started to say, but stopped mid-sentence,looking Dean in the face,"You know what, you're right. We don't have any. You know why? Because we weren't counting on a washed up old security guard, and some cocky ass kid trying to pull anything! This was supposed to be a simple robbery! But now, thanks to you and Barney Fife it's turned in to something else entirely. And I am truly sorry it turned out the way it has, but I am not going to prison for murder!
And my friends here couldn't agree more, so until we do come up with some demands and are insured safe passage then you all are just gonna have to sit tight. And you, have no one to blame for your current situation but yourself! So if you die, rest assured it won't lay on I or my friends consciences."he finished, directing the last part at Dean.
"I wouldn't expect it to."Dean replied, looking calmly at him."I don't think your kind of people have one of those anyway."
"Oh, shut up."Roy replied, and then turned his back on him dismissively, then walked towards Johnson and Matt and said,"Matt, go keep an eye on our guests, Johnson, go keep an eye on our friends out front, and I'll start working on those demands."
"Sure thing boss man."Johnson replied, and after walking by and smirking at the hostages, took his position at the entrance.
Matt came and stood near the line of people standing against the wall, then slowly looked at each of them, letting his gaze linger on the girls mother a bit too long.
"Well, looks like we're all going to be spending some time together people."he said with a sly smile."So be good, and I won't have to hurt anyone, do we all understand?"
They all nodded, and he gave them a look of satisfaction before leaning back against the teller booth, gun pointed in their direction.
Dean shifted his position with a grunt of pain, accidentally putting his hand in the growing puddle of blood beneath him.
He held his hand up and looked at it, and that's when it really hit him.
Sighing deeply he let his hand drop and closed his eyes, resting his head against the wall as he thought to himself,
I'm going to die.
tbc
So what do you think of this chappie? Too over dramatic? I'm still trying to work out some quirks in characterization so I hope it wasn't too far off. Next chapter I'm gonna supply names for all my extra characters cause I know how annoying that can be:)
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