A/N: Oh My God! I 'm so sorry I haven't updated sooner! And this was supposed to be a Christmas story! Oh well, still will be!

Here's part 1 of two that is chap four. Ifigure this way, theupdate will be sooner!Don't worry though, I'm not finished quite yet.

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Chapter 4

Rumour Has It

By: chocolate rules

Back on the road and mainly in silence the Winchesters headed once again to Rumour. As Sam had stated, in less than two hours, the brothers passed the 'Now Entering Rumour' sign. Dean searched for a motel before the much needed diner in order to push Sam into the shower.

Sam was currently staring intently down at his hands, avoiding the moving objects passing by the windows. He had known how low his tolerance level for alcohol was, but when Nikki kept ordering them drinks, he just kept accepting He had never really been drink before. Sure, there were times that Dean had gotten him on a few too many beers, but never this drunk. He was so way beyond buzzed. His thoughts were jumbled and coming quicker than he could process them. Not to mention how one second he felt on top of the world and the other had him wanting to heave over and release all the intoxication.

Dean would just love that. It had taken him a good five minutes to stop laughing after Sam had a hard time grasping the seatbelt and dragging to be buckled. Sam had attempted it twice before Dean had just taken the seatbelt and buckled Sam in himself. He had kept glancing at Sam, like he always did, but this time he had an amused smile to him that had Sam avoid his gaze at all cost.

Dean pulled into the Rumour-side Motel and parked in front of the manager's office. He looked over at Sam, who showed no notion of knowing they'd stopped.

"Sam?" Sam looked hesitantly up. Dean had to stop himself from smiling and going into hysterical laughter again.

"What?" Sam snapped.

"Getting the room now. Don't move from here."

"Like I could if I wanted." Dean left the car, hiding the laughter and returned a few minutes later with their room keys. He got their bags into the room before he even bothered to get Sam to reopen his eyes and step wobbly out of the car.

"Room twelve, dude. Not ten." Dean said, redirecting the drunk man in the right direction for like the third time. He knew he should just grab his arm and guide him into the room, but what fun would he get from that?

Once they finally did make it into the room, Sam had no problem finding a bed and sinking into it. Dean, however, wished to continue his caring, yet insensitive, torture and was shaking Sam awake.

"Up, Sam. Take a damn shower."

"No, let me be. The whole damn room's about to start spinning."

"Love to. However, can't. So get your ass up, dirty boy, take the shower and mind not to throw up all over the place."

"Thanks for the concern." Sam said sarcastically, rising slowly from the bed. Dean shoved him into the bathroom.

"I'm going to get us some lunch. Later, you can call up your friend Steve and then he can tell us what great progress the cops have made to the kidnapping."

"I don't think it was a kidnapping, Dean." Sam called from inside the bathroom.

"All proof supports my point," Dean called back, grabbing money out of another one of his jeans.

"Wait till we talk to Steve. Then we'll see."

"Sure, whatever." Dean said and started headed out the door.

"Dean!" Dean stopped as he was closing the door. He poked his head back into the room.

"What! Did you fall in or something!"

"Ha ha. No, I just had a thought."

"Keep all thoughts that come to you in the bathroom to yourself."

"Jerk! Not that!" Dean stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. If not then it was something longer.

"What then, I'm starving!"

"Call Steve."

"For?"

"Get him to meet you at the diner."

"Because?"

"I'm taking a shower."

"And?"

"Can't call him myself."

"Sam, you have got to start giving me full sentences here."

"Just call him, don't tell him who you are and get him back here."

"So you want me to ambush your friend and kidnap him to a motel room. That's not going to make me look weird at all!"

"No, you asshole!"

"Then?"

"Here. Give him this."

"Dude, he doesn't want anything from in there."

"I'm writing something down!" Sam yelled back. Seconds later, the bathroom door opened and Sam stepped out wearing only his jeans. He handed Dean a folded note from the stationary of their previous motel.

"What, you collect these or something?"

"Just hand that to Steve when you see him. You can read it if you want, but you won't get it and I'm not going to explain it, so I wouldn't bother." Dean opened up the note and laughed.

"Dude, no one's going to get this chicken scratch!" Sam snatched the note back and looked it over.

"I'm drunk and it's the best I can do right now. And shut up." Sam said heading back to the bathroom, closing the door and starting the shower before Dean closed the door behind him.

It had taken him five minutes, after ordering his meal of course, to convince Steve Holden to meet Dean at the diner. When Steve arrived there some ten minutes later, Dean was half way done and on his second cup of coffee. Steve looked around the diner. Dean had given the guy such vague details of himself, he had wondered if Steve would ever realize who he was.

"Hello, this is Steve. Who's this?" Steve had said after Dean had called for him at his home.

"Someone who wants to help you out."

"Help me out? What are you talking about?"

"Your sister, she got kidnapped, right? And your grandmother's in the hospital? Do you know what did this?"

"What is this? An ambush, or something? Are you some reporter guy? Cause I'm getting really sick and tired of you jerks!"

"No, I'm not a reporter. Look, I need you to meet me."

"What? I have no idea who you are, or what you want. And you want me to just meet you somewhere? Are you crazy or something?"

"Look, I'm the first to think that I have nothing to do here. But, I kind of promised someone something. And I'm somewhere public. Please, just need to talk with you for a few minutes." Long pause. "Dude, what have you got to lose? I'm saying I can possibly help you with your sister. Isn't that enough to get you over here?"

"Where are you?"

"At the Riverside Diner?"

"Okay, I know the place."

"Alright, so like ten minutes?"

"Sure. Wait, what do you look like?"

"Um…Handsome devil, leather jacket, respond to the name…Jake."

"Okay. Be there in ten minutes…Jake."

Steve noticed the man, just as he had vaguely described himself. He was the only man there who looked out of place, but complete comfortable.

"Jake?"

"Huh?" He looked up puzzled. Realization crossed his eyes. "Oh, yeah, I'm Jake. Steve right? Take a seat."

"Yeah, Steve." Steve said sitting in front of him. Dean nodded and continued with his meal. Steve looked around, waiting for 'Jake' to continue. "Um, that's it?"

"Huh?"

"You asked me here, and all you're doing is eating?"

"Dude, haven't eaten in like two days. Chill."

"Chill? You said you knew something about my sister."

"No," Dean said, wiping some food off his face and finally finishing. "I said I thought I could help."

"What are you like a private detective or something, cause we don't have the money."

"No, not really. Money's not the issue. Look, I'm just going to grab my order and head out okay. Need you to come with me."

"What? You said somewhere public, and now you want me to go somewhere with you. I think you got the wrong Steve Holden, man." Steve said standing up.

"No, it's you." Dean said getting up, placing a ten down and heading over to the counter. He pulled out the folded note Sam had given him and handed it to Steve. Steve read the sloppy note as a waitress handed Dean three takeout bags and two coffees. He handed her a twenty.

"Take these, will ya?" Dean said giving Steve the coffees. "Did you want anything?" Steve shook his head no. Dean walked out the diner.

"What's this, a joke or something?" Steve asked following Dean out of the diner referring to the note.

"Is it supposed to be?"

"Who wrote this?"

"I'm taking you to him. You got a car or something?"

"No, I took the bus. Where are you taking me and what's this note about?"

"I have no idea about the note. It's supposed to get you to follow me, that's all. I can't even read it, and you'll see why in a second. Just come on man. I haven't got all day. Okay, yes I do but I like to think I don't so," Dean said opening the backdoor to his Impala. He placed the food bags in "please just let's go. You can jump out the car any time you feel like it."

Steve stepped in, unsure if this was the safest or smartest thing to do, but this Jake guy seemed to want to help him with Cassie. He seemed like no threat.

Dean started up the Impala and drove back to the motel, Steve looking around, making sure he still knew his surroundings. Once Dean pulled into the motel parking lot, Steve shot him a look.

"Dude, if I wanted to hurt you, or kidnap you, you're eyes would be covered, right? Just, follow me."

Dean stepped out his car, grabbed the food bags and locked it up, headed to room number twelve motioning for Steve to follow. Steve, still with the coffees, slowly followed Dean into the room.

Sam sat in front of the laptop at the table by the window furthest from the door. He was completely covered with the comforter of one of the beds. As he had stepped out of the bathroom, he had decided against getting dressed and had grabbed the green comforter and settled himself in front of the laptop. He had intended on trying to find out what could of taken his friend's sister, but found himself playing solitaire instead. This was how Dean found him when he entered with Steve.