DISCLAIMER: Same old; I don't own Supernatural and if I did I wouldn't be writing this and posting it here.
NOTE: This chapter is really slow and boring and pretty pathetic because I seem to have writer's block. I'm sorry in advance. I promise it will get better!
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From the moment that Sam hung up his phone after talking with his brother, he knew there was a big problem. He was stuck in a hospital and Dean was going to attempt to take out the poltergeist on his own. Not good.
He had to help Dean out. But without a car or even much physical strength, he was at a loss. He finally turned to someone he could only hope would be willing to do him a favor. He called the old woman whose house he had turned up in. It was late, but she still answered on the third ring.
"Hello," he responded to her greeting. "This is Sam Winchester. I sort of showed up at your house earlier?"
"Oh, yes," she said, her voice shaky with age. "I remember you. A nice young man like you shouldn't have been playing around at that haunted bridge."
"About that haunted bridge," Sam went on. "I have a friend who wanted to go over there tonight on a dare. I was hoping you might be able to stop him."
"I don't ever want to go there, young man," she practically growled.
"I understand. I was hoping you could call the police or something."
"Your friend would be arrested if I did that."
Sam took a deep breath. "I understand. I just don't think he should be out there by himself. And I just can't convince myself to be the one to turn him in."
There was a prolonged silence on the other end of the phone. Finally, the woman responded, "I'll tell the police I thought I saw something when driving by a little bit ago. You'll have to bail him out of jail yourself."
"I will," Sam said with relief. "Thank you so much."
"Take care of yourself, sonny," she said as she hung up.
Naturally, Sam felt a great deal of guilt at what he'd done. However, it was in Dean's best interest that he be arrested until they could take on the ghost together. In the long run, it was just better this way. He only hoped Dean would be able to forgive him eventually.
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Dean's eyes positively oozed anger and hatred as he sat in the small cell the sheriff had thrown him in. He was told he would get his one phone call at a more reasonable hour, some time the next morning. He would spend the night contemplating his dumb luck.
Or was it?
Sam had known he was going to the bridge. His little brother probably would have done almost anything to prevent him from getting himself hurt.
But this was a little excessive, even for Sam. Besides, the caller had been an older woman.
At any rate, he had been found at the bridge, with a sword in one hand and a gun in the other. He'd been angry and he definitely hadn't been thinking clearly. The arresting officer, who also happened to be the sheriff, told him to take the night and cool off, assuming this was some sort of childish prank. But Dean wasn't amused.
He was going to get off easy. These people in Utah were pretty gullible. He wasn't even going to face charges. He couldn't fathom why; he just knew he wouldn't. Apparently, the woman who had called the police had been more concerned with the welfare of the man she had supposedly seen there than with the fact that he was breaking the law, so the cops were just making sure he didn't want to go back.
But he would.
Just as the police had broken into the clearing, he had seen the poltergeist materialize again. The man, with all of his weapons, had shown up on one end of the bridge and looked straight into the eyes of a very incensed Dean Winchester. Then, he had spoken four little words that had ensured the fact that Dean would kill him.
"Your brother is mine."
And in that instance, all reasonable thought was gone. One of the two of them would have to die.
At that moment, Dean realized that his brother had been taken to the hospital by an older couple.
Sam HAD gotten him thrown in jail. That punk had better have a plan.
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Two hours later, Dean's eyes flew open. He hadn't realized he fell asleep. He was pretty sure he was so livid that he wouldn't have been able to sleep. Nevertheless, something had just awakened him. He got up and walked to the bars at the front of his cell.
He couldn't see anything, but he could hear the slight sounds of someone walking. And suddenly, a tall, dark figure appeared in front of him. He jumped backward involuntarily.
"Dean?" a familiar voice whispered.
"Sam?" Dean asked, stepping forward again as he saw his brother come to the door of the cell. "Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital?"
"Maybe, but you definitely are NOT supposed to be in jail, so I'm getting you out."
"That's fantastic Sammy," Dean griped, raising his voice.
"Sshhh," Sam interrupted. "I drugged the guard but he should be waking up any minute. I'd rather not have him wake to us arguing while I'm breaking you out." He paused. "And it's Sam."
"Did you at least bring a paperclip with which to pick the lock?" Dean asked in an antagonizing tone.
Sam held up a ring of keys. "What do you think I wanted to drug the guard for?"
In spite of the situation, Dean smiled. "That's my brother."
The younger Winchester popped the door open and motioned for Dean to follow him. "Let's go, and please be quiet," he said.
"What's your plan then? Where to?"
Sam snorted. "Where to? Are you kidding me? We're going to kill that thing."
"Tonight?"
"Yes, tonight. I'm sore and angry and I have a feeling you're sore and angry and we'll both feel better if we don't have a supernatural death sentence hanging over our heads."
"Do you have a plan? We still have to exorcize it."
"I know, Dean. I may have hit my head, but I don't have brain damage."
"Then what are we going to do besides try to beat the crap out of it?"
Sam grinned mischievously. "Well, YOU are going to try to beat the crap out of it. I am going to do the exorcizing."
By now the two of them were out of the jail. Sam had dropped of the keys where he had gotten them and they were quickly walking away.
"Wasn't that my original plan in the first place?" Dean asked, scratching his head.
"Of course not. Your original plan had a lot of holes in it and somehow ended up involving a girl who took high school Latin. That was just a bad idea. In my plan, we revert back to how we work best."
"And how is that?"
"Just the two of us. You said it yourself once – we make a great team."
Dean smiled, and then frowned at Sam's next statement: "Just try not to cower in a corner and scream like a girl this time, okay?"
He glared at his brother's retreating back before following. He'd get back at Sam right after destroying the evil spirit that was trying to murder them both.