Hello, well here's the first real installmemt to my story. Hope everyone likes it. And like i said before this is like the Christmas story that we never got. So set between whatever timeframe that would be...Phantom traveler and Bloody Mary. I'm probaobly wrong, if any one know's tell me. It won't affect the story since i really won't mention them.

Oh, and as far asI know Rumour doesn't exist.

Anyway, Enjoy!

Disclaimer:I own them, and they say hi...lol...thanks to the WB...Steve's mine.

A Long Road Nowhere

By: chocolate rules

Chapter 2

A Friendly Reminder

"Thank GOD that's over!" Dean cried, tossing their bag into the trunk. They were parked by their motel room. Dean had a bandage over his left brow and a few scratches on his chin.

"You can say that again," Sam said sourly. He tossed his rifle into the trunk and heaved it closed. Dean shot his brother a side-glance - he was going to let that go but God help Sam if he hurts his baby.

"Thank GOD that's over!" Dean repeated. He smirked at Sam's glare.

"I didn't actually want you to say it again."

"Then, you should be clearer with your wishes."

"Ah," Sam decided to not satisfy Dean by arguing over this. "I'm checking us out." Sam said walking away. When he returned, Dean was already in the driver's seat and waiting in front of the manager's office. He quickly got in wanting to get the hell away from that freak of a town. He felt that if they'd stayed any longer, the entire city would need an extericism. Dean had laughed at that, but he didn't disagree. It had been a freaky city.

"Where to?" Sam asked, looking over to Dean. Dean shrugged. "Fine, just get us the furthest you can from here." He pulled out his laptop from the pile of junk in the backseat, "I'll look for our next stop." As Sam opened it, his 'you've got mail' sign was up. He opened it and was shocked at what it read.

To: Sam Winchester

From: Steve Holden

Re: Hell of a Weekend

Hope your having a good trip. You know Christmas is nearing and my mom thought it would be nice to invite you to dinner on X-MasEve. She told me to ask you yesterday, but I think it'll be useless now. Remember how I always spend Thanksgiving with my grandmother and Christmas at home, well this year it switched. Anyway, yesterday Cassie, remember Cassie my sister, my grandmother and me went to visit my grandfather's grave thought it would be nice to walk. It was on the way back, it got weird. This thing attacked us when we passed by this forest opening. It knocked me out, took my sister, and my grandmother's in the hospital. Mom said you didn't need to know all this, but hell Sam, you're my best friend. I figured I could tell you. Not that it would help. Make me feel better I guess. Cops said it was a robbery gone wrong. That they doubted that Cassie had been their target. I hate that I couldn't even protect her. Anyways, get back to me, just to know your okay.

Steve

Something had attacked Steve? Sam knew he had to check this out. He glanced over at Dean, how would he feel going after this thing? They could help. Steve didn't know it, but they could. And he would.

"Dean," he said. He tried to sound natural, make it sound like any other job. "Think I got something."

"Um, what?" the elder Winchester replied. He hadn't even looked away from the road. Good.

"Something attacking walker by's in a little town called Rumour," Sam said casually, he even tried to make it sound fun.

"Rumour? Kind of a throwback, huh?" It worked, Sam thought, Dean's clueless. "Why's this our thing?" Damn it.

"Well," Sam thought quickly. "This girl was kidnapped and her grandmother is in the hospital. Cops said it had been a robbery gone wrong."

"Sounds like a robbery gone wrong."

"Dean!" Sam tried to sound annoyed, heck he wasn't trying as hard as him actually being annoyed. Why couldn't Dean just say okay and drive!

"What?" Dean asked, what had he said. "It doesn't sound like our thing. Sounds like an actual cop thing. Let them do something for once."

"No," Sam spat out. "We have to do this!" He hadn't meant to say that. Dean would notice his personal interest for sure now.

"What aren't you saying, Sam?" Dean asked. He was shooting him side-glances. What the hell's wrong with that kid! One minute he's fine and pissed off at the town, next he's freaking over some damn kidnapping.

Sam looked down. He started fingering the laptop on his lap. "It's just weird."

"What makes this weird?" Dean asked. "Think it's actually quite normal. Unless, you're not saying something." Dean kept glancing towards Sam.

He shook his head. No reason to actually go. Hell, nothing really seemed supernatural about Steve's message. But he'd said weird! Something 'weird' had happened.

Dean caught up to Sam's thoughts. He saw him fingering the laptop, which always means he's lying. Sam almost always fidgeted when he lied. Most people believed Sam because of this, made him look worried and believable. But Dean knew Sam too well. He could read Sam better than Dad or even his precious car. Dean saw Sam's eyes search for a reason to go. What the hell did this mean to Sam?

"Sam?"

I don't know." Sam answered cheaply. He really didn't. Everything sounded stupid when he tried explaining it to Dean in his head.

"Liar!" Dean tossed at Sam. Tell the truth Sammy, before I have to get them out of you. "You're a horrible liar! How what's up!"

Sam sighed. Fine, plan B.

"Steve Holden." he said simply.

"Who?"

"Steve Holden," Sam repeated. He looked up to Dean's gaze. "My freshman roommate." Then, as quickly and as calmly as he could, Sam told Dean of the email He even read part of it to Dean. He couldn't stop until it was all lied out there. He was sure Dean would say no. "Please, Dean."

Now, it was Dean's turn to sigh. He could hear Sam's pleading voice. Damn it Sammy. He couldn't give in to a 'hunch' by a mere "Please" even Sam's. As kids, Dean had never been able to deny Sam anything. Well, Anything in his power. (No matter what he said -then or now- there was no way an eight year old was going to drive.) Now, however, this could cut into their search for their father.

"No!"

"Please, Dean," Sam pushed. He knew he could break him. "I'm begging you."

"No, I mean it! It's pointless, Sam."

"No it's not. Steve would appreciate the help."

"Thought it said he knew you couldn't help."

"He doesn't know what I do. If he knew, Dean, then he'd know we could help."

"But…" Dean started. But Sam had found a better argument.

"If I was kidnapped, or in the hospital, wouldn't you want help to find me or care for me. Any kind of help? I mean, come on Dean, if nothing's up we'll leave. Just give it a few days." Sam looked straight at Dean. Dean had been looking back at him most of the time, since they were driving down a straight road. Sam knew Dean would do it now. He had touched his weak point- the only one Sam could remember ever effecting Dean. Dean's one weakness, maybe other than his precious car but defiantly before it, was Sam. Sam could control Dean's interest. Perks of being the baby brother.

Dean stared at Sam for ten whole seconds. Sam had looked back at him the entire time. Damn it! "No Sammy, it's pointless." he said a final time. Sam however, noted how it was more of a plea. No 'that's final' ring to it. He could press it.

"Pleeease, Dean. Just to check it out. Pleeease."

"Fine!" Dean said. He looked back as Sam, smiled triumphantly. Go he was easy! Sam wasn't ten anymore, he didn't need to agree to everything just to shut him up. But Dean knew better. Sam always got what he wanted and needed. Dean couldn't deprive him, even when their Dad had denied Sam Something because he'd screw up on a lesson, Dean found a away to make it up to him. Why? Because it was what Dean wanted: Sam happy.