Chapter 2: A Brother's Thoughts

A black 67' Chevy Impala pulled up to a motel painted blue and white. Lights shined throughout the walk area of the motel and some of the rooms. The room labeled Office was dimmed and brown looking as one person stepped out of the Impala. His hair was short, dark blonde, eyes hazel, and wore a leather jacket with jeans that has holes in the knees area. Another person stepped out of the car and he looked a little younger then the first person who left the car. He had hair that was somewhat short-long and wavy, his eyes were brown. He wore a brown coat with jean also. They both walked into the office where they met a woman. late thirties, standing behind a desk. She let out a puff of smoke before bringing her attention to the young men.

"May I help you boys," she said putting the cigerette in her mouth.

"Yeah, could we have one room with two bed," the oldest one said searching through his coat pockets for his wallet.

"That will be fifty dollars," looking at the man pulling out a card. She took it and ran it in her machine and hand it back to him, but not before she looked at what the name said. She reached behind her and took a key off the wall and handed it to him. "Here you go Mr. Paulwoski. Your room number is 38 and if you need anything just call me."

Both young men smiled at the lady before walking out of the room. They went back to the car and got their bags and head for their room. They reached room 38 and unlocked it. Inside were two queen sizes bed with a side table between them. The sheets on the bed were red and the capert was brown. The walls were brown also with pictures of forest scenery and ocean views. They put their bags on the table next to the window by the door and closed the door. The young man walked fully in the room and sat on one of the bed closes to the wall next to the bathroom. The oldest went to the window and draw the curtain shut and sat on the other bed. He sighed as he begin to take off his shoes.

"You think dad is okay," said the young man.

The older one looked up from his shoes and frowned at the his brother. "Okay random, why you asked that? You know dad is okay."

"I know but he hardly even call after the last time he called us and that was months ago," he paused before continuing. He been thinking about this every since they left Georgia and needed to get it out in the open. "I know I shouldn't be thinking about this but Dean, do you get the feeling that something is wrong." The young man looked his brother in the eyes intensely. Wanting to know what was his brother thinking.

"Sam, you out of all the people shouldn't ask that question. You know dad is alright and can handle himself alone. Why even bring it up?"

"I know but I trying to make sense of everything. The deaths of mom and Jess, dad disappearance, and us hunting. Why did he leave us and went looking for this thing without us. I mean shouldn't he trust us enough to let us go with him."

"You mean me, why did he leave me while he went to go look for that thing."

"Dean."

"No, damn it Sam," Dean said standing up from the bed. "Why do you always have to do this."

"Do what,' Sam frowned.

"You know. Question dad leaving us, me, whatever. Why can't you just let it be and go with it. Dad will call when he wants to. Why can't you just accept that dad is not here and it's up to us to keep hunting until he call us."

Dean walked over to his bag and pulled out some clothes. He walk toward the bathroom but stopped when his brother called his name.

"Dean, I didn't mean..."

"I'm going to take a shower," Dean said not looking at his brother and going into the bathroom.

The shower cut on and Sam was left alone in the room. He looked at the television that was in front of him and slightly on the side, sitting on a table. He reached up for the remote and cut it on. Flipping through the channels, he found nothing to watch and turned it off. He took off his shoes and leaned back on the bedpost and let out a long sigh. His thoughts went back to their conversation eariler. Why do he always have to mention their father disappearence. He know how much Dean don't like to be reminded of it, or even think about the possibility that dad will never call or see them. He just want all of this to be over so they can find dad and live the life they were suppose to live. But how is that possible if he know that their dad will never show up and that everything that he ever lived for was gone. Jess, his girlfriend was dead and going back to college was clearly not going to happen. Especially since his interview with Harvard was gone and there was no turning back. He will have to stick with being a hunter like his father and brother. Hunting the supernatural and killing them. That's not a life, it's a prison. A prison that everything you try to forget come back to you and torture you. He just wished that he could turn the hands of time and go back before all this ever started and save his mom. Maybe then he could have a normal life with Jess. But if that should ever happen, could he still have saved his mom. I mean he was so young when she died. Could he stop the thing that killed his mom? How was he to know if he could go back in time and save his family from this creature that destroyed their family. Will it came back again when he save them or will something still happen to cause them to live the life they live now? All these questions started to make Sam's head hurt. He put his hands to his temples and rubbed them. His thoughts still side tracking back to his family. Maybe I should stop asking myself these question? We'll eventally find dad and everything will be over. Maybe this is a good thing. It'll probably bring my family closer together now that we know that the thing is dead. Especially with me and my dad. Hopefully with me hunting with Dean, will close any regrets between him and his dad. Maybe him and Dean can learn from each other. Even though some of the things Dean know isn't what he want to learn. Yeah, maybe it'll work out. The shower stopped, and Sam was out of his thoughts. He turned on the television and turned it around until he stopped it on the news. Five minutes passed and Dean stepped out of the bathroom. Steam followed after him as he walked out with a gray t-shirt and black boxers. He was still drying his hair when he looked up at the television.

"Anything good," he asked putting the towel down on the bed. Sam look from the tv and to his brother who was looking at the tv.

"No, nothing good."

Dean nod and went back into the bathroom with his towel in his hand. He came out shortly with his clothes that he was wearing earlier and put them in a bag and then into his big duffle bag. He sat back down on the bed again but this time leaning back on the bedpost. Sam face the front again and looked at the news. Ten minutes had passed and Dean was dripping off to sleep. Sam watched as his brother head was dropping to his side as his eyes were slowly closing. Sam let out a little chuckle.

"Dean," Sam smiled.

Dean head snapped up and he looked around. His eyes were still a little evident of sleep when he look over to Sam.

"Why don't you lay down before you fall off," Sam said still looking at his brother.

"Shut up," Dean said putting his hands over his face and rubbering it. Once he put his hands down, he swung his legs over the side and took off his shirt. He pulled the covers back and got it. He was laying on his stomach with his hands and lower arms under the white flat pillow. Sam continued to watched as his brother let out a loud sigh and then silence.

"Dean."

"Huh."

"Are we cool?"

"We weren't cool when you was born," Dean said as you can hear the smile in his voice. Sam smile. "But then again you are my brother." Sam smiled again.

"Dean."

"Uh huh.'

"We will find dad, right?"

Dean turned his head to face his brother to see him looking at him with a questioning look. "We will Sammy," he smiled. "Don't worry." He laid his head down again and sighed. "Now go to sleep, you look like hell."

Sam laughed a little and faced the front. He took off his jacket and throw it on the chair under the table with their bags on it. He took off his pants and pulled the covers down to get in. Once snuggled under the sheets, he turned the tv off and closed his eyes to sleep.