Rolling Waves: Chapter Six
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Summary: Sam and Dean talk. There ducks and Dean in a Speedo. And that is enough to read.
Sam walked into the tense looking scene Dean sat glaring Alanna while Alanna looked at Dean with an exasperated look.
"You guys sure everything's okay here?"
"Yea. Sammy fine." Dean said flashed a fate smile at his brother.
"Well I found a couple more 'wild dog' attack. And get this they're either the day before or the day after a full moon."
"Good. I'll triangulate the attacks, see if we can find there were'. Sam stay and talk to your brother. Maybe you can get him to swallow his damn pride and get his ass back to Seattle."
"Always with the ass comments? Keep that up and I'm gonna think you have an unnatural obsessions with my ass."
"You need to have a redeeming quality Dean, and is sure as hell isn't your hunting skills." Alanna said sporting a smirk eerily similar to Dean's. She left the room with an opened mouthed Dean staring at her retreating figure.
"Seattle, Dean? Isn't that where your girl is from?"
"Its nothing Sammy." Dean said, he definitely did not want to talk about his love life with his brother.
"So why's our hostess so interested in getting you to Seattle? Patch things up with mystery girl perhaps?"
"Sam drop it. Or I'll dunk you the pond in Central Park. I did it when you were ten. I'll do it again."
"You and what army?"
"Army? I don't need an effin' army, I am an army! An army of one." And with that he preceded to tackle his brother.
"Deeeean!" Sam yelled as he went down with a grunt.
The two boys continued to wrestle and roughhouse, neither really getting the upper hand, until Alanna walked into the room.
"I leave you guys alone for ten minutes and your rolling around and playing like a bunch of puppies." Shaking her head walked further into the room. "I found a couple of possible areas the werewolf might live based on the concentration of attacks." Dean and Sam got up brushed themselves. Sam pushed his brother one more time before facing Alanna.
"You guys want to check out the werewolf?"
"Yea. We'll go." Dean said taking the papers from Alanna.
"I unfortunately have to meet with my father's executives. So I'll see you later."
Dean and Sam made their way to the Impala and drove to the areas outlined by Alanna.
"So what's this girl's name? I've never seen you get so worked up over a girl. All through school, well when we went, you always had a different girl every week."
"I'm not worked up over this girl. And if you tell me about Jess, I'll tell you about my girl."
Sam looked at his brother. Was it worth it? Dean seem to be pretty serious about his girl. But his secret… if he told his brother his secret it wouldn't be a secret anymore, and frankly he felt he needed to keep some details of her death to himself. What his brother left after finding out what he knew?
Sam decided a change in topic was in older. "Do you remember the time Dad through there was a water demon attacking the swim team that practiced at Winchester Lake, and he made you try out for it? It was hilarious. You, in a Speedo! (A/N: YUM!) You had girls following you everywhere. Some of them were scary and stalkerish. You even got mauled by that girl in your science class. She tackled you on our way home and ripped of your shirt. I swear if I hadn't pulled her off she would've had her way with you." Sam said grinned.
Dean shuddered. "Shut up Sam. I swear that scarred me for life." Although Dean was quite the lady's man and always had been, that particular memory chilled him to the bone. In that once instance women scared him more than any ghost, demon, and supernatural force could. From that moment on Dean was more cautious as to who he dated or slept with.
"Didn't stop you from flirting with that waitress last week at the diner."
"You should be talking duck boy."
Sam laughed at the memory. He had been eight when his dad had relocated them in one of the states where all you could see was the rolling waves of grain. Anyway they had done a brief stint at a farm and while he was there he found an abandon egg. He undertook the responsibility of caring for it. Eventually the egg hatched and Sam was the proud parent of a baby duck. They duckling followed him every where. You know Mary had a little lamb? In this case it was Sammy had a little duck. He even convinced his dad to let him bring the duck with them when they moved. The duck matured and had been with them for about a year and half before it had been eaten. Come to think of it when you got to that part of the memory it wasn't really that happy. His first pet became a victim of supernatural evil. Maybe that should have been his first clue that people close to him tent to fall victim to the supernatural.
It was nice to hear his bother laugh Dean thought. Their childhood wasn't ordinary or normal but they had their own brand of fun, filled with mystery and intrigue. But they were together.
"Thinking about Dog?" Dean asked smiling. Dog has been what Sam named his duck. And Dog was the only thing the duck would answer to.
"Yea. Other people had pet dogs and cats. I had a duck that would quack at the first sign of supernatural activity."
"Well, we weren't like everyone else."
"No we weren't."
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