Once again, thanks for all the wonderful reviews, and the helpful tips! I hope you like this latest installment, even though it is a bit dark! I'm thinking of wrapping things up in another couple of chapters, so things will be moving along at a quicker pace soon. As always R&R!

Michelle

Title:Expect The Unexpected

Rating:T(just to be safe)

Characters:Dean, Sam, and Oc's

Genre:Drama/Angst

Summary:The Winchester brothers are made to remember that not all bad things that can happen are "Supernatural",but will one of them live to learn from this.

Disclaimer:I do not own anything or anyone related to "Supernatural"

Expect The Unexpected

Chapter 4

"Yeah right kid, how old are you? Can't be anymore than 20 or so, and if you're a FBI agent you mustv'e started training when you were what, 9 or 10?

Plus, you told me that is your brother, since when do they have sibling FBI agents travel together?" the police officer said, looking at Sam with a amused expression.

"I'm older than I look."Sam said lamely."They start us out young now."

"Look kid,"

"My name is Sam, not kid."he interjected, glaring at the man.

"Ok then, excuse me. Sam, I would be more than happy to take this little ID of yours over to my boss and tell them the FBI is here to help, but you know what will happen? The first thing he'll do is run your name and see if it's kosher, and if it's not,which I'm not saying it's not,"he added quickly, seeing Sams eyes flare up at his words,"they will throw you out of here, or even worse, into jail for impersonating an agent. Do you really want to risk that? Not being here for when we do get the hostages, or more importantly to you, your brother, out?"

"I'm telling the truth"Sam argued at first, then his expression changed to one of disgust and he said,"Oh why bother Sam, you're no good at this crap." to himself.

Then looking back at the man he said," You know, if this was my brother standing here instead of me you wouldn't have even questioned what he said."a look of pride on his face,"He's that good at what he does. No one ever disbelieves him."

"Sam, you do realize that you just admitted to me that you and your brother both go around impersonating FBI agents, right? And that I'm a police officer?"

"Yeah, I know. I have a bad habit of running off at the mouth, but whats it matter now?"he answered despondantly."So if you want to lock me up and throw away the key, be my guest."

Looking at him for a moment, the officer came to a decision that he hoped wouldn't be a bad one that came back to bite him in the ass."Sam, we're just going to act like you didn't tell me anything, ok? After all, I did release information to you earlier that I wasn't given permission to, didn't I? So if I told on you then you would just do the same to me, and what would that accomplish?"

"Thanks."Sam said with a small grateful smile. He knew what the man was doing.

Trusting him.

"You're welcome, now I want you to come over here and sit down with me for a while."

"Sit down? You expect me to just go and sit down while my brother's lying in there with a bullet in his chest?"Sam asked increduosly.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want. Trust me, we're going to do everything we can to get them all out of there as soon as possible. We may be a smaller town, but our sheriff is quite competent for a hick, and he'll have this worked out in no time."

Sam looked at him with unsure eyes, and he gave the boy the most reassuring smile he could, and finally his shoulders sagged in defeat.

"Fine, I'll go sit down, for now."he conceded. Then looking at the officer asked,"You can come with me? You won't get in any trouble or anything will you?"

"No, I won't get in any trouble Sam. I'm technically off duty now . I was planning on hanging around for a while just in case I might could help with anything anyway. Already called my wife, she was quite understanding for once."he replied, thinking how much Sam looked like a scared kid at that moment, no matter how old he claimed to be.

They moved over to sit on a set of stone steps positioned near a large fountain, and the man, seeing how Sams eyes were shifting nervously back to the bank,

decided he needed to keep the young man talking to stop him from panicing,"So Sam, tell me about your brother."he requested, and Sam looked at him with unsure eyes.

"What?"he asked.

"Tell me about Dean. Oh and my name is Ben, just in case you were wondering."he offered, hoping to put some of Sam's obvious reservations at talking openly to a police officer, one he'd just met at that, to rest.

The fire went out of Sams eyes as he came to the conclusion that if Ben could trust him, then he could do the same.

Fine, he thought, I'll do the talking thing for a while. What else could he do at the moment with all the policemen around?

Looking over to where Deans car still sat in the parking lot, he imagined how easy it would be to just walk over, pop the trunk, take out one of the guns they kept there, and go in and get his brother.

That's what Dean would do. He would never leave me in there, no matter what these damn cops said.

Yeah Sam, but you're not Dean. You never will be, and there are thirty or so cops standing between you and that bank. You can't do shit, but sit here and wait.

"Sam, you alright kid?"Ben asked, cutting into his thoughts.

Sam nodded, and after a moment, started telling the man about the person he had grown to love more than anyone else. The stubborn, idiotic, reckless,brave, caring brother of his who put everyones well being above his own.

The brother that if he was to die, then Sam would die right along with him, maybe not in body, but in everything else.

Back inside the bank, the three captors were now standing together, carrying on a hushed, but heated discussion, while simultaneously keeping their eyes trained on the hostages.

"Morning? Why the hell do we have to wait until the morning to talk to the cops?"Johnson asked Roy angrily."We need to get out of here and on the road as soon as possible!"

"I am in charge Johnson, I want you to remember that."Roy replied, looking at him with contempt."Anyway, the reason we're waiting till morning is this, the longer we keep these people, the more anxious the cops will be to get them out and that means they'll be more compliant to our demands."

"Bullshit Roy."Matt interjected."The longer we wait, the more time they have to come up with a plan of their own! For all we know they've already called out the swat team and they have their rifles loaded and ready to pick us off one at a time, just waiting for the right moment!"

"This bank has bulletproof windows dumbass, don't you remember that from when we researched it? It also has live feed surveilance camera's, which means they can see everything we do, or more specifically, have already done."Roy replied.

"Oh, so they know we killed the guard?"Johnson said, a look of comprehension on his face.

"Yes, and they know that you shot that unarmed kid, so I can guarantee you that they won't show us the least bit of kindness. At least they know we mean business."

"What if they're not willing to negotiate our demands?"Matt asked.

"Well, that question has a simple answer. We start killing the hostages one at a time. They'll put on their negotiating hats real fast after we shoot a couple of people in the head."Roy replied.

"I like it."Johnson said with a evil smile."So what are our demands anyway?"

"Nothing too outlandish, just safe passage, all the banks money, and then some more things I haven't worked totally out yet. I'm going to keep it simple, though I suppose we'll have to take a couple of them with us at first, just in case the cops want to try something."Roy replied, nodding at the hostages.

"Ooh, can we take the kid and her mother? That woman really lights my fire."Johnson said, smiling in the woman's direction with a unmasked look of lust.

"I don't know who we're taking yet, and don't even think about trying anything stupid with that woman. You understand me?"Roy asked.

"All work and no play, makes for a boring life Roy."was all Johnson said in reply before walking back over to take his earlier position of keeping watch again.

Roy stared at him through slitted eyes, wondering how things had gotten so out of hand. So far they'd murdered one person, shot another, and now Johnson was acting all crazy over a damn woman.

Just wait till tomorrow, he said to himself, at first light he would get in contact with the police outside, tell them what they wanted, and hopefully by the afternoon they'd be on the road, heading far away from this damn town.

Settling down into a chair he'd brought out from the back, he looked the hostages over once again, trying to determine who they would actually take with them.

He had a few candidates in mind after a while of contemplation, but letting his eyes settle on the wounded man, he knew one thing, it wouldn't be him.

Roy had seen enough wounded people in his life to know that the young man would be lucky to make it through the night.

Despite his fellow hostages efforts to comfort him and prolong his life, the kid was going downhill fast.

Closing his eyes to try and catch some shuteye, Roy thought it was really a shame, the way the kid had creeped up on him unnoticed showed he had great potential in a life of crime, or the opposite side of it.

Oh well, shit happens.

(later that night)

The hostages had all settled down as much as they could around 9 or so to try and get some sleep, though many of them were still awake hours later. Who could sleep when caught in a situation such as they were?

Emma sat with her back against the wall crying silently, while running her fingers idley through Deans sweat soaked hair. His head was once again resting in her lap, and he was asleep for the moment, with Mark sitting to his left. And though she couldn't see the man, she knew he too was awake.

Never in her 57 years of life had she felt so helpless as she did now. Dean was slowly fading, and despite all her and the others efforts, what it all boiled down to was this,

He had a bullet in him, and there was nothing else they could do for him here.

They had overheard their captors plans for the following morning, how they were going to state their demands and such, and she had no doubt that the police would work something out to insure the hostages safe release, but tomorrow morning was many hours away.

Looking at her watch she saw it was only a little after 11:00. It seemed like it should be midnight or later, but time was dragging slowly.

Deans head shifted in her lap, and he made a small whimpering noise. She held her breath, silently praying he wasn't waking up again so soon. She let it out in a relieved whoosh when he settled back down.

Looking at his handsome face, she wondered just how old he was, and about his life, and family, and if he had a girlfriend or wife who was sitting somewhere worried about him.

She doubted very seriously that he was married though, he seemed more the casanova type to her. A chick magnet, as he'd called himself earlier.

He had said one persons name several times earlier , and she wished she knew who it was.

Sammy was the name he'd said. Was that his girlfriend, it was not uncommon now days for women to have such names also, or was it a family member?

Yes, there was alot she'd like to know, but it would have to wait. For now she was just happy that he was still hanging on, and finally getting some rest.

She didn't know why, but she felt like he was her responsibility now. Especially after what had happened earlier.

Things had gotten bad for him quickly. It had started with his complaints of the heat. Then he had started throwing up shortly afterwards.

He had tried to keep up his whole tough guy image, and had succeeded for a while, but it had slowly been chipped away as the pain he was in gradually escalated. She couldn't even imagine what it must feel like to throw up with your chest in such a mess, hell she was such a wimp when it came to being sick that if she caught the littlest bug that included it, she was incapacitated after only doing it once. Feeling as if she was dying.

And here he was, in such shape, and he had fought it as long as he could. Assuring them that he was alright, when it was evident he wasn't.

The last time he had gotten sick had done it though. It had finally broken him, and it had been horrible thing to witness.

They had gotten him to take some Tylenol or something that they had collected up from the other hostages, hoping to keep down the fever that had just hours earlier started its assault on him. It had seemed like it was, if nothing else, holding at at the point it had reached. Then he had drank more water.

Water and Tylenol, usually a harmless combination, didn't sit too well on a empty stomach, much less a sick, empty stomach. It had led to him throwing up once again, but since he didn't have much in his stomach it had been more dry heaving than actual throwing up, and after five or so seemingly endless minutes of doing so,it had let up some, and pushing away the supporting hands of Emma and the old man, he had layed down with his face on the cool tile, clutching his throbbing chest, and had started crying. Not really crying actually, more like sobbing, and it had been heartwrenching for all of the people in the large room with him to see this and hear what he had said,"I'm sorry S-sammy. I can't do t-this anymore. I c-can't."

Emma had no idea at that point who Sammy was, but they obviously meant alot to Dean, and were a major factor in his holding out for as long as he did, so for him to be saying what he was, it meant he was giving up.

He had pushed her away earlier, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying to offer him some form of comfort then. She'd cautiusly slid closer to him on the floor and first picked his hand up, squeezing it tightly with one of hers and smoothing his hair with the other. This had went on for several minutes and his raspy breathing seemed to calm down a bit, though he was still crying. Then he had slowly sat up, still clutching her hand and laid his head against her shoulder, saying," I'm going to die." and she had wrapped her arms around him then, and shushed him, saying,"No baby, you're not going to die. Don't you even think that."and had started rocking back and forth with him as she had her children and their children when they were upset or sick. They had stayed that way for a while, with everyone staring at them, some crying along with the young man, some with concern on their faces, some with a look of embarrassment(this being a few of the men)some with a look of annoyance(this being two of the three captors)and one with a look of indifference(the third of their captors,Roy)

The little girl was at first sobbing as loudly or louder even than Dean was, asking her mother what was wrong with him and why was he crying. Her mother had answered her after a moment, saying in a calming tone that he was really sick, and telling her that she knew how bad it made her feel when she was sick, didn't she. She had nodded her head, but that didn't stop her crying. She had then asked her mother if he was gonna be alright, and didn't they have something to make him better, like when she was sick. Her mother had been torn between giving her daughter what could be false hopes, and lying to her. She had finally decided on the latter, and hugging her tightly, said," Of course he'll be alright baby. It'll just take a while, and I bet you that if you stop crying it will help him feel a little better. No man wants to see their future wife in such a mess you know."she had added with a smile.

"Yeah, daddy gets really upset whan you cry don't he?"Katie had asked, sniffing and wiping her eyes on the back of her hands.

"Doesn't he."her mother had corrected her out of reflex, then said,"Yes, daddy feels very bad when mommy is crying."

"Okay then. I'll stop crying then."the girl had announced with a look of determination."And then maybe Dean will feel a little better."

"That's my girl."her mother said, pushing her daughters curly brown hair back from where it had fallen in her eyes.

Katie then pulled from her mothers embrace, and got up from where she was sitting, telling her mother she would be right back.

"Wha.? .Where are you going Katie? You come back here this instant."she said, a almost comical look of surprise on her face.

Her daughter ignored her, and without hesitation walked right up to where Emma and Dean sat, the woman still rocking him back and forth, and leaned over kissing him on the cheek, saying,"You will be okay."and turned right back around, marched back to her mother, and layed down on the floor with her head in her lap, and closed her eyes tightly.

Zach was even unable to hold back a tear or too, but when Mark asked him if he was okay, he quickly wiped it away, not wanting to look like a wimpy child in front of the other people, and nodded his head.

The rocking and the childs actions seemed to have gotten through to Dean some, and after a while his sobbing stopped and his labored breaths became less frantic. Then he either fell asleep or lost conciousness. Emma wasn't sure which exactly, but to her it didn't matter just as long as he was getting some form of escape from his suffering. Just to be safe she continued with her rocking motion for a while longer, then looked up, catching Mark's eyes and motioned for him to come closer., at which point they gently lowered him flat, with his head in her lap.

"Thank god for that."Johnson had said loudly."His whining was really getting on my nerves. I was about five minutes away from shooting the old horse down and putting him out of his misery."

"Shut the fuck up Johnson."Roy demanded in a loud whisper."You wanna wake him back up with that damn big mouth of yours?"

"Excuse me for just putting in words what everyone else was thinking. "he replied, but his voice was a loud whisper also.

"Just shut up. I don't want to hear another word from those lips until I say so. You understand me?"Roy asked.

Seeing the look of anger on Roys face, Johnson decided it was best to do as the man asked, and nodded, saying,"Yeah I hear you loud and clear."

This had been 2 or 3 hours earlier and Dean was still asleep, the only noise coming from him being that of his labored breathing, and an occasional whimper or moan.

Emma knew he would eventually wake up, and it would probably be soon, because she could feel even through the thick material of her jeans, that he was getting hotter by the minute. She didn't look forward to him reawakening, but she steeled herself for it.

Emma had just dozed off herself when she heard a womans voice saying loudly in a frantic tone,"Get away from me!"

She opened her eyes and looked over to see that Johnson was standing over the mother of the little girl, laughing as he tried to pull her up from the floor.

"Fiesty aren't we."Johnson said, leering at her."I do so love a fiesty woman. Then he tugged on her arm again, suceeding in pulling her to her feet.

She let out a frightened yelp, and Mark, having had enough of Johnson, got up, went over and jerked his hand off of the woman, then punched him..

"You done fucked up now."Johnson said, spitting blood from his mouth as raised his gun, aimed and shot the man in the head before he could even reacte.

Several people screamed. Roy, who had been awakened by the gun going off, stalked angrily to where he was standing in front of Johnson.

"What is wrong with you? Are you fucking crazy?"he asked.

"No, I'm not. I'm just tired of sitting around this bank, listening to captain hero moaning and groaning.Someone has toshow the cops we mean business."he replied with a shrug.

"I gave you a chance to listen to me Johnson, but you ignored it. All you've done is make things worse for me and Matt. So I don't feel the least bit guilty for doing this."Roy said, and quickly drawing his own gun, shot the other man in the head as he had done to Mark, a look of indifference on his face.

Feeling Matt's eyes on him, Roy had shrugged and said,"What? You can't honestly tell me that he didn't have that coming, now can you? And like you give a damn anyway. This justs means more money for us." and lowering his gun, made one of the remaining men hostages help him drag the two bodies over with the others, then went and sat back down in his chair again.

Matt had laughed after a minute, and said,"Heh, he was a prick."and went and took his place watching the hostages, many of which were still in shock over what they'd just witnessed, and said,"Now that there folks, is something you can honestly say you wouldn't ever get to witness in your life if not for us."and snickered.

Dean stirred in Emmas lap, and letting out a moan, opened his eyes.

Can things get any worse? Emma asked herself.

TBC

That's all for now people. You must forgive me for all the Dean angst, but I'm kinda addicted. And in my defense, I did try and keep him Mr. Macho for as long as possible, but I'm sure even Dean has his limits! Next chapter will not be quite as dark. I promise. And I just want to let you know, that though Sam may be sitting passive for the moment, he plays a big part in things soon!