Chapter 9

"That was a good choice of restaurants, Babe. I am stuffed," Dean groaned as they walked back to the Impala.

"I told you about having that last taco," Storm told him, shaking her head at him. "It's all on you."

"But it was so-o-o-o good."

"You know you always do this," Sam butted in. "Your eyes are bigger than your stomach and then you moan and groan for the rest of the night."

"I'm with Dean," Breeze sighed. "I shouldn't have had those last few bites."

"Not you too," Sam moaned rolling his eyes at her.

"At least you have someone to be miserable with," Storm snorted with laughter. "Do you want me to drive so you can continue to complain and groan?"

"I can drive," Sam offered. "You two can have the backseat, while the smart ones sit in front."

"Bite me," Dean snarled at him, but tossed the keys his way after unlocking the car. He plopped into the back and slid over so Breeze could join him. They started making unhappy noises as Sam and Storm slid into the front.

"Who's going to lose it first?" Storm asked Sam as she looked over the seat at the two slumped in the back.

"I don't know; I've seen Dean devour more at one time and keep it down. He just likes to complain and makes sure you are aware of it."

"I heard that," Dean grunted from the back. "No bumps Sammy."

"Right dude." Sam pulled from the parking lot and headed back to the bar.

They were halfway back to the bar when Sam and Storm both sniffed and wrinkled their noses as an unpleasant odor assaulted their noses. Sam gagged and started rolling his window down and so did Storm.

"I'm not going to ask who did that," Storm told Dean and Breeze as she stuck her head out the window for some fresh air.

"It's got to come out one way or the other," Dean sighed when he farted loudly.

"Oh man!" Breeze fussed rolling her window down too. She grunted as she farted softly.

"You're one to talk," Dean shot back fanning the air and coughing.

"Drive faster Sam," Storm urged when she saw the pained look on Dean's face.

"On it," Sam nodded. "We're almost there guys, hang on."

"You guys use the restroom downstairs. No need fighting over the one in the apartment," Storm told them.

"I see the bar," Sam told them as he slowed to turn into the parking lot. He drove around to the back and the floodlights came on shining brightly. He stopped and everyone bailed out, leaving him to put up the windows before getting out.

"Just a second," said Storm as she got the door open and got out of their way as Dean and Breeze made a beeline for the door to the bar. Storm shut the alarm off and turned on some lights and waited for Sam to come inside.

"They were in a hurry," Sam snickered. He followed Storm upstairs carrying Breeze's bags and his own while Storm had Dean's bag.

"I don't think either of them will ever learn to not overindulge like that."

"This vacation you're planning…" Sam starts. "Are you sure you want me tagging along."

"Sam, really? I would not have asked you to come if I didn't want you to. It will be fun, that is unless you don't want to be with Breeze…"

"It's not that. I really like her, but you know our lives. I know you and Dean make it work, but would she really want something like that? What you and Dean have is special, you're special."

"Don't underestimate Bree, she just might surprise you. I know she wants you to come on this trip or she would have told me. We're honest with each other, always have been. I think if you give yourself a chance, you might find she's as in to you as you are her. I can see it in your eyes when you look at her. And I don't think it's all about the sex either."

"No, of course not! I do like her a lot…"

"But…There's something you're not saying."

Sam lowered his eyes to the floor as a look of uncertainty crossed his face. He knew he could talk to Storm, really talk to her, but should he. Thoughts kept bouncing around in his head that he couldn't stop.

"Sam, talk to me. What's bothering you? I can tell you're troubled about something."

"It's just something Dad said to me," Sam finally sighed. "What if our family is cursed?"

"Stop talking like that," Storm insisted, but stopped when the door opened, and Dean and Breeze strolled into the apartment. "We'll continue this later," she whispered to Sam. "So, do you guys feel better?"

"Relief," Dean grinned happily. "Anyone want something to drink?"

"Why don't we go on the deck and see what Mother Nature has to offer tonight?" Storm suggested.

"I like your thinking woman," Dean agreed snagging a water from the fridge. He tossed one to Sam, but Breeze snagged it from the air as Sam held out his hand for it.

"You don't mind if I have a few sips, do you?" she asked batting her eyes at him.

"That's fine, we can share."

Everyone went out on the deck and the guys settled in the lounge chairs with their girls in their laps. They shared drinks and watched the ebony sky begin to fill with stars. The moon slowly made its way across the sky turning the landscape into an eerie shadowed scene. Sam and Breeze began naming constellations to see who knew the most while Dean and Storm just cuddled and listened to the night noises surrounding them. They stayed out for a couple of hours enjoying the night before calling it quits and heading inside. They took turns in the bathroom and headed on to bed.

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"Mornin'" Sam cooed to Breeze as he cuddled with her. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm fine," she purred kissing his lips.

"I'm going to get up and use my laptop. You can sleep some more if you want."

"Do you really have to?"

"I need to see if I can find any cases since we're leaving today."

"So that's how you find them, from the internet?"

"Yeah, or we get a call from fellow hunters about them. I have some search engines set up that alert me to strange deaths, missing people, anything weird. It compiles a list that I go through to see what looks worth checking out."

"Interesting. Go do your thing," she yawned. "I think I will just lay here for a bit longer."

"Alright." Sam kissed her before sitting up and slipping on a pair of sweats and T-shirt. He stopped at the bathroom before going into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. He settled at the table and booted up his laptop to go online. Sam started going through the list scanning each title looking for anything that might be a case.

"I missed your warm body," said Breeze as she wandered into the kitchen for a cup of coffee a short time later. She joined him at the table and leaned into him to see what he was reading.

"Sorry," Sam replied, kissing the side of her face.

"Did you find anything?"

"Maybe, but something sounds familiar about it. Hold on." Sam got up and went to get their Dad's journal from his bag. He came back and sat down opening it up to thumb through it.

"What is that? Like some diary or something?"

"It's my Dad's journal from when he started hunting."

"Cool, can I read it?"

Sam stopped and looked at her for a moment.

"I probably shouldn't let you do that."

"It's fine, I know, there's probably personal things in there and we've just met and all."

"Here it is," Sam pointed to a page that had dates and notations listed. "Dad was tracking something that was murdering people the same way this couple in upstate New York were murdered. Their throats were slit, and the house was locked up with no breaking and entering. The cops have no leads. There's been four other times that killings have happened in the same way going back to the eighteen hundred. No one else linked the cases because they are so far apart, but my Dad did." He said the last part with pride at what John had done.

"Wow! I'm impressed. You know your stuff when it comes to this hunting thing. So, your father is a hunter too. Did he teach you and Dean to do it?"

"Yeah, we were raised in the life. Dad trained us to be warriors and to follow in his footsteps. Dean took right to it, but I'm not like Dean. I hated hunting and how Dad raised us." Sam stopped and looked away as he pinched his lips together in a tight line. He didn't want to talk anymore about his Dad.

"What are you two doing?" Dean asked making Sam startle and jerk with his words. "You okay Sammy?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sam answered clearing his throat and putting a neutral expression on his face. "I think I found us a case."

"I'll fix some breakfast before you leave," Storm offered as she stepped into the room and heard Sam.

"You don't have to Babe," Dean told her.

"I know, but I want to. C'mon Breeze you can help."

"You know I'm not that good of a cook, remember?"

"But you can butter some bread for me and set the table."

"Now that I can do. You boys talk about your case, and we'll get breakfast ready."

"What ya got Sammy?" Dean asked taking a seat and accepting a cup of coffee from Storm.

"A husband and wife were murdered, throats slip, in their home that was locked tight. They couldn't find signs of break in and no clue who did it. Dad documented four other cases going back to the eighteen hundred, all killed in the same manner as the couple."

"Dad was tracking it and waiting for it to surface again."

"I think so."

"Guess we're heading to New York then. You want to get directions for us?"

"Yeah, I was working on it."

"We'll leave after we eat." Dean sniffed the air as the smell of bacon cooking reaching him. "That's my girl."

Sam looked up from the screen and glanced at his brother's happy face and into the kitchen at the girls who were cooking and talking. He smiled to himself and went back to writing down directions for New Paul's, New York. He checked on motels at the halfway point, thinking they would split the drive up since it would take twenty-four hours to get there.

"Okay Sam, put that away so we can get the food on the table," Storm instructed him a while later, as she took up the first pan of bacon. "We've almost got breakfast ready."

"Alright," Sam nodded closing his laptop and taking it to the living room out of the way. He came back as Storm and Breeze brought platters to the table and sat them in the middle of the table.

"Does anyone need a refill?" Breeze asked getting the coffee pot and topping off everyone's cups.

"Does anyone want some juice or milk too?" Storm asked.

"I think we're good Babe, come sit down so we can eat," Dean told her. "You girls did a great job on the meal."

"Thank you love," Storm said. "Let's dig in while it's hot."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Dean gushed grabbing the bacon plate the same time Breeze did. They looked at each other over the plate, neither wanting to let go first.

"Really guys?" Storm fussed rolling her eyes at them. She took a fork and scooped bacon onto their plates and took the platter from them offering it to Sam and then taking a couple of pieces for herself. "It's like eating with a couple of five-year-old."

"I think they have better manners," Sam snickered to get the finger from Dean and a slap from Breeze.

"You two are so much alike it's scary," Storm noted and laughed at the puzzled look on Dean and Breeze's faces. "Well, it's true if you think about it."

"I don't see it," said Dean as he made a half sandwich with bacon and eggs and took a large bite.

"Keep telling yourself that. Where are you heading?"

"Upstate New York," Sam said.

"You'll call me and let me know you're okay."

"You know I will. We probably won't be back this way until next month."

"I'll get everything set up for our trip and give you specific dates so you can have time to head this way."

"Works for me."

"Will you call me Sammy?" Breeze asked him. "I want to know you're okay too."

"Sure, I will," Sam nodded, taking her hand and gently squeezing it. "If you want me to."

"I do." Breeze looked lovingly into his hazel eyes and knew she was hooked.

"Get a room, oh, right you have one," Dean teased, watching the exchange between the two. "I am trying to eat over here, you know."

"When has it ever stopped you?" Sam shot back making Storm laugh.

Dean gave her Storm a perplexed look that only made her laugh harder and got Breeze laughing too.

"It wasn't that funny," Dean pouted. "Finish up Sammy, we should hit the road before it gets too late."

"I'm already packed, just need to use the bathroom before we go."

"I'm going to miss you," Storm sighed.

"Me too Stormy. I love going to sleep with you in my arms and waking up with your warm body next to mine."

"Do you guys want some snacks and bottled waters to take with you?"

"Yeah, sure. That'd be good."

"Okay, I'll get you a bag together." Storm got up and took her dirty dishes to the sink before getting a bag to put waters and snacks.

"I'm going to get my bags," Sam said. He got up and took his dishes to the sink too and headed down the hall to the bedroom.

"Dibs on last piece of bacon," Dean rushed when he saw Breeze eyeing it.

"I'll let you have it this time, but watch out next time," Breeze told him.

"How 'bout I split it with you?" He broke the slice apart and offered her half.

"Dean…"

"Yeah?"

"You guys will be careful won't you and you'll take care of Sammy?"

"I always do. Don't worry about us. We know what we're doing."

"Make sure he calls me, okay," Breeze asked.

"I will. Guess I better finish packing so we can get started. It's going to be a long drive to New York."

"I'll go help Storm clean up." Breeze got up and went into the kitchen while Dean headed to Storm's bedroom. "This is harder than I thought it would be."

"It does take a little getting used to but if it's real, then it's worth it," Storm assured her. She wiped her eyes of the tears that threatened to fall and put on a brave face.

"I'll have to adjust my thinking, but I do think he's worth it."

"They both are."

Dean and Sam walked into the living room with their bags and the girls joined them to tell them goodbye. Hugs and kisses were exchanged and whispers of 'missing you' and 'to be safe' before the guys headed downstairs. The girls followed them down for one final goodbye and watched the guys get in the Impala and drive away before closing and locking the door and going back upstairs. Breeze was leaving after lunch to head to her Dad's place and get settled in but planned on staying in close touch with Storm.

A/N: The brothers are off on another case and the girls are going to get things set up for their vacation. Thanks for taking this journey with me. I do like reviews/comments. NC