A/N: And here's the ending to Chap 4. So sorry for the wait. Let's all blame technology and it's lack to work at crucial moments...Okay, well enjoy!

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Chapter 4

Rumour Has It

Part 2

Sam's face was completely covered from view, only his hand on the laptop showing. Dean put the bags down on the table, Steve standing beside the door. Sam's head seemed to move to recognition towards the food. Steve out of his range of view.

"Dude, are you for real with this?" Dean motioned the comforter. The figure seemed to nod. "Whatever." He began to take everything out of the food bags and arrange them on the table, hastily tossing the bags aside.

"Well?" the figure asked. Steve felt something inside him jolt. He recognized that voice. Who was the man beneath the blanket? Dean looked over at the figure.

"Well, what?" Sam tilted his head to Dean in a don't-act-stupid manner. "Over there." Dean replied, motioning towards Steve with his head. "With my coffee!" Dean added heading over to Steve, grabbing the drinks and setting them down on the table.

Sam looked over at his friend, who still had no idea where he was or why. He smiled at him, then realized that Steve had yet to realize that he, Sam, was there. He began to rise and headed towards Steve.

"Steve! How are you, man!" Sam said, getting up, dropping the comforter -revealing himself in just boxers- and smiling hugely at his friend.

"Sam?" Steve said. Sam nodded, quickly regretting it and took a step towards his friend, swaggering all the way. They share a quick hug and Steve look of unbelief on his face.

"What are you doing here?"

"No clue!" Dean called from the table, he was watching the little reunion from the table and really just wanted to get everything moving along.

"You said, you'd try." Sam reminded Dean. He looked back to Steve and smiled at his friend. "Came after reading your email. How's everything?"

"Holding up, I guess. We haven't heard anything from her, but the cops say that could be a good thing. It's only been like two days. But, you came all the way over here just to find that out? You could of just called, or emailed me back or something. Don't have to get to close to the situation."

"Don't worry about that." Sam said grabbing Steve's shoulder. Once he did that he noticed how much he had been swaggering. Apparently, Dean had also noticed. He came behind Sam and throw the comforter on him once more.

"Sam, why aren't you dressed?" Dean asked him as Sam wrapped the welcomed blanket around him.

"Didn't want to." Sam said. Dean grabbed his shoulders and led him to the bed with the missing comforter. Sam flopped down on it and arranged himself.

"Well, talk whatever you need to over, I'm taking a shower, you should eat some, and Steve can tell you how much of a waste of time our drive over here was and how the cops are all over this case. Then, I'm going to need like minimum three hours of sleep and then we can hit the road."

"I said a few days."

"Need be, sure. Otherwise, I really don't see the point." Dean said making his way over to his bag and grabbing some clothing.

"You, don't need to. I'd still like to stay here a few days."

"Whatever, Sam." Dean said heading for the bathroom. Then he turned to Steve. "FYI, name's Dean." And he closed the door behind him.

"Dean? Like your brother Dean? Why'd he say his name was Jake?"

"I asked him not to tell you who he was." Sam said getting up and stumbling to the food.

"Are you like sick or something?" Sam smiled at Steve, and nodded.

"Something like that."

"You alright, man?" Steve said concerned. Sam laughed a little and slowly nodded. Steve eyed him, wondering what was so funny. What was up with this kid. It sure wasn't the Sam he remembered.

"How you doing, man?" Sam asked again. He was eying the food choices Dean had placed out, grabbed a chicken sandwich and went to sit back down on his bed.

"Been better, you know. This whole case., I just never expected anything like this to ever happened. Especially not to Cassie. She's such a great kid." Steve said looking down, remembering his sister.

"Hey man, don't worry! We'll find her." Sam said, sure of himself as he took a huge bite and had lettuce fall all over the bed covers.

"How?" Steve asked, looking at Sam and wondering how his friend could help out. That and why he was in such a, well happy mood.

"By letting the cops follow her trail." Sam started, talking with the huge bite still in his mouth. "Then, you tell me all about the day you were attacked, and me and Dean will take it from there. You'll have Cassie back in no time."

"What are you and your brother going to do?" Sam looked at his friend, wondered if now was the right time for the whole "What's Out There" speech, but found his mind trail off to the baked potatoes on the table.

Sam got up again, grabbed the baked potatoes container, and motioned for Steve to take a seat on the other bed. "We'll do whatever it takes."

"You have no way to get her. They probably just want money. Not that we have much. I have no idea why these people took Cassie." Steve looked up at Sam, who was now between eating the sandwich or the potato. "You think they mistook her for someone else?"

"Who knows. That's a possibility. But tell me Steve, what exactly happened that night? What took Cassie? What hurt your grandmother?"

"I don't know who it was! I didn't get a good look at them."

"No, you said something attacked you guys and knocked you out. Something not someone. What did you see Steve?" Finishing the sandwich and now picking at the potato. Steve shook his head, and miraculously, Sam noticed this. "Come on, man!"

"I was struck, and the panic from losing Cassie, then seeing my grandmother like that on the ground. I was seeing things."

"Seeing things that you've never seen before?"

"I was in a situation I'd never been in before. It's not that hard to start imagining things."

"Just tell me what you think you saw. Then, I'll tell you if you really are crazy."

"Sam, this isn't some kind of joke!" Steve said looking at him in disbelief again, but this time not believing that the guy in front of him was the Sam he knew.

"No! I know it's not. Trust me. It's just that…"

"Then why are you asking all these weird questions? What's wrong with you man?"

"I know they're weird, but I also know you saw something. You said that the entire thing was weird. Well, I get weird. Just tell me what you think you saw and then I can tell you how I can help you. Come on Steve. Just whatever you saw, man."

Dean stepped out of the bathroom, bathed and dressed. He eyed the two, noticed how little progress the conversation had made. He watched Sam for a second, shaking his head at his drunk brother. How had Steve stood being around this kid? Dean would have to question Steve, Sam just wasn't in the right state of mind yet.

:It's not important, Sam." Steve replied angrily. "I already told the cops what I'd seen. They would've laughed in my face if it wasn't that my sister was missing. Now, you want me to tell you all this shit that they all insisted was a fabrication of my imagination? And for what Sam?"

"If you think it'll help," Dean started, walking towards Steve. Steve looked up, surprised to see Dean there. "If you believe what you saw, then tell us. What harm will it do in the long run?" Steve seemed to think about Dean's words for a second. It really wouldn't do much harm to tell of what he though he'd seen. Heck, might be able to get a good laugh out of it. Sam was his friend after all. And he'd come from wherever he was to be there for him. Why not tell them? No harm done. Plus, it wasn't like he was able to go out there himself and go looking for Cassie. Maybe talking it over would get his mind moving again.

"Yeah, man. Tell us." Sam said, sounding weird even to himself. Both Dean and Steve looked over at him, still picking at the potato. Dean started laughing, but the joke was lost on Steve.

"Try and ignore him for right now, Steve. He's kind of wasted right now." Steve made a face of confusion. Sam, drunk?

"Wait, Sam's drunk?"

"Yep." Dean said, head leaning towards Sam on the bed. "Any other reason the kid would act so stupid?"

"I'm only a little drunk." Sam retorted, looking up at Dean glaring. Dean began to laugh again. He walked over to Sam and sat in front Steve on his bed.

"Dude, can you even remember how much you had?" Sam thought for a moment. He tried to mentally count his drinks. He quickly found that not only could he not remember most of them, but that mental math hurts your head while drunk. He shook his head no and remembered how this too hurt his head.

"Yeah, didn't think so."

"How much, then?"

"I'll tell you when you can remember."

"Okay."

"Steve," Dean started again. "Please, whatever you remember." Steve nodded.

"It was just starting to get dark. We headed back from my grandfather's grave. My grandma, she really likes that time of day. So we were walking extra slow. When we passed the forest opening, she kind of out of breath. So we stopped. Then, we heard this heavy breathing. I looked around, but I didn't see anything. Then, Cassie started screaming. That's when I saw it. That's when I think I saw it anyway."

"What?"

"It was huge. It had these.. claws, I guess. But, they were like, retractable. He was using them to intimidate us. My grandmother, she hadn't even noticed him until Cassie started screaming. She turned around and saw it and her eyes went wild. Then, she said something in a language I swear I'd never heard before and the thing noticed I guess. Next thing he does is back slash my grandmother, making her fall onto the pavement and she was out. I tried to do something, but then it pushed me, and I went flying like fifteen feet and blacked out when I hit the ground. The whole way though, maybe like two seconds tops. I heard Cassie yelling no." Steve hung his head down at the memory. He held back the tears and regained control over his breathing. He'd been rambling and was kind of winded, but it felt good to get all of it out. More than he'd told the cops even.

"When I came to, the ambulance was already taking my grandmother away and paramedics were calling to me trying to see if I was okay. I asked them where Cassie and my grandma were. Hen they told me. Cassie wasn't there. That thing had got her." Steve's voice broke some as a few tears streamed down his face.

"Sorry about all that." Dean said. Steve looked up and nodded. He expected them to tell him now how crazy he was to believe he saw some claw-retracting thing attack him. He was surprised then by Dean's look of worry. Sam had been listening intently as well, his look of worry was a little less convincing, but not humorous as it had been minutes earlier.

"We're going to try and help you, okay. Thanks for telling us all that."

"How are you going to help against something that wasn't there?"

"I believe it was." Dean stated simply. Sam nodded to Steve. They would so be able to help.

"You win, Sammy. It's our kind of thing." Sam smiled.

"You'd think, that by now you'd get used to me being right."

"Dude, don't push your luck." Dean warned getting up from the bed and grabbing his coat. "Mind showing me where all this happened, Steve?"

"Wait, you believe me? You believe that shit of a story? I don't even believe it!" Steve yelled looking between the brothers. Sam shrugged.

"Look, let's just say, I heard some pretty unbelievable stuff and seen some pretty unbelievable shit."

"Like what?"

"Take your pick," Sam said. He got up to finally get dressed and go with Dean. He grabbed the pair of jeans he had pulled off and pulled them on once more. Like the last time, he almost fell over in his attempt to be quick about it. "Werewolves, skin walkers, demons, wendigoes, woman in white, possessed lakes, you name it!" He headed over to his bag and looked through it for a semi clean shirt.

"Are… are you serious?" Steve asked, looking at Dean. "Is he that drunk?" Dean laughed again. Sam glared at them both.

"I'm not that drunk!"

"Yeah, he's serious. we've handled some pretty crazy things in our day. We'll find this thing, kill it and bring Cassie safely back to you. That's what we do." He started walking over to the door, looked over at Sam- who had finally found a shirt and was pulling it on. He started to head in Dean's direction and planned to head out the door when Dean called him back.

"Sam."

"Yeah," he replied looking back at Dean.

"You know it's winter right?"

"Yeah."

"Gonna need more than a T-shirt there, pal." Dean said motioning to Sam's selected attire.

"Right," Sam said, trying not to sound sheepish. He wasn't that that drunk, he told himself as he grabbed a long-sleeved sweatshirt that was hanging out of his bag.

"Steve, it'll be really helpful to see where this thing attacked you guys. Think that'll be a problem?" Dean asked the man, who was still sitting on the bed. He nodded and stood up, walking towards the door. "And Sam, jacket too." Dean said. He opened the door and stepped out, Steve following him.

Sam retreated for his jacket and followed suit, closing the door behind him. Dan got into the Impala and motioned for Steve to get in the back. Sam emerged and sat in the passenger's seat.

"Where to?" Dean asked Steve looking at him through the rearview mirror.

"Spurling Drive." Steve said as the Impala purred out the motel lot.