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Chapter 10: Missing the Obvious

Dean was waiting for his brother to get out of the bathroom so they could go find a place to eat. Already taken his shower and hair still a little damp, Dean sat on the bed flipping through the channels. He was wearing a gray t-shirt with jeans and boots. When he heard the shower stop, he stopped the channel on the weather channel and stood up and throw on his favorite black leather jacket.

"Hurry up Sammy, I'm hungry," Dean yelled.

Nothing was said from the other side of the door and Dean glanced at it like it's going to say something. Figuring his brother was ignoring him, he rolled his eyes and knocked on the door.

"Hey Sam," he said figuring that's probably the reason Sam didn't answer him at the beginning. "Dude if you fell in the shower, I'm not coming in there and giving you mouth to mouth. You can die for all I know. Sam, Yo Sammy."

The door swung open and Dean step back. His brother was making a face as he pull down his blue shirt. Dean gave him a big smile.

"You know you're ass you know that," Sam finally said.

"Well it take one to know one, Sammy."

Dean walked away from his brother and grabbed the keys from off the table. He opened the door and walked outside to the car. Sam shook his head at his brother's childish antics and grabbed his jacket and head out the door. The car was running and purring by the time he got there. He got in and Dean was playing one of his old music again. Sam scoffed and put on his seatbelt as Dean back the car in reverse. They were heading back into town.

Chloe was still at her booth in the cafe shop when the man working there walked up to her. He was holding a coffee pot in his hand and smiling at Chloe. Once Chloe looked up at him after looking at the papers in the folders.

"Mind if I ask you a question," the man finally asked.

"Shot."

"What's a pretty thing like you doing sitting alone in a coffee shop by your lonesome? You think a guy wouldn't want to leave a pretty thing like you alone."

Chloe smiled at the man. Smiling because the guy thinks she's in here waiting for someone and because he said she was pretty.

"Actually sir.."

"Please call me Bob."

"Well, Bob, I'm not in here for the reason you think I'm in here. I actually looking for someone. Actually two people."

"Well you came to the right place. I know everyone and everything that happens around here. I can probably help you find them."

"Thanks for the offer Bob, but these guys aren't from around here and if you knew them, you'll understand when I say that they aren't excatly easy to track down either."

"Well do you know them?"

"Me, no. I'm looking for them to get to know them. But it's hard when you don't know how they look like or what to look for. All I have are pictures of them when they were younger and the color and type of their car."

Bob look down at the pictures and piece of papers sitting on the table. He read the piece of paper that mention the car and smiled.

"Ah yes, I remind those car. They fly like a beauty." Chloe laughed at the man rememberence of the car. "I had one just like it when I was younger, but total it in a car accident." Chloe nod her head and look back down at the pictures. "If you said that they were hard to track down why did you come here?"

"I had a little help from a...good friend of theirs," Chloe smiled, thinking about Missouri.

"Hell, if you really want to find them that badly, I'll help. Across the street and down at the very end is a appliance store. They carry everything from big tvs to small palm pilots. If you go in there and ask to use their copying machine, you can copying me a picture and I'll look out for them for you. Just say that Big Bob sent you."

"Thank you Bob but I don't want to be a burden. I'm not sure if they're still here."

"Oh shush up, you ain't no burden. Now go run along, I'll watch your stuff for ya."

Chloe squidded out of the booth and headed out the door with the folder in hand. Bob smiled before grabbing her laptop and taking it in the back to keep it safe.

Sam and Dean were walking down the sidewalk for the third time looking for a place where they can get something to eat.

"Why couldn't we use the credit card to pay for the food? We had more then enough to pay for it," Dean asked looking at his brother, who was looking around at the different buildings.

"Because Dean, those credit cards you and dad are using are traceable and illegal and we can't risk using them. Especially here."

"So we used them before."

"Yeah, which we need to stop doing. I know that we need them but think about it. Mercer is a small town and if word get out that two dumb idiots are using a credit card with some dumb name on it and are going around tranpassing on police investigation then we're screwed. We just have to start using them as little as we can."

"Well what do you want me to do Sam. Dad use these so no one would track him or us. We just can't throw them away."

"I know but we should learn to use them a little less that's all."

"Then where are we suppose to get the money from."

"I don't know. Even though I think it's wrong, we can try gambling. Or selling something. Not that we got anything for us to sell."

"Gambling," Dean smiled. "I can do that."

"Come on."

They crossed the street to the cafe and walked in. The man in the shop greeted them in.

"Good evening fellas, can I help you."

"Oh it depends how much are you selling your sandwiches for," Sam said looking at the sandwiches in the window.

"It's depends, is that your car out there," the man nodding toward the black impala.

Sam and Dean enchange looks. Why did the guy want to know if that's there car. Sam nodded at Dean and he shook his head no. Sam gave Dean a hard stare look and Dean sighed.

"Yes, it's our."

"Then it's on the house fellas."

Sam smiled at the guy and turned to Dean who was looking puzzled. Sam bump Dean on the arm and Dean rolled his eyes and looked up at the man getting them some sandwiches.

"Why the urge to know if we own the car," Dean asked curiously.

"Well back when I was younger I use to drive one of those cars. It was a beauty." Dean smiled at the man admiration for the car and he look back at the one park in the parking lot. "I could gone faster then a race car in that thing. But sadly I don't have it anymore because I crashed it. I'm surprised you young fellas are driving one."

"It's our dad," Sam said.

"Well, amen to ya. I'll give free sandwiches any day to those who drives one of them baby," the man said handing Sam the bag full with sandwiches.

"Thanks...," Sam began.

"Please call me Bob."

"Thanks, Bob," Sam waved as the two brothers walk toward the door.

"You guys don't become strangers you hear."

They left and Bob went back to cleaning off the counter.

Five minutes later Chloe walked back in the cafe with the copies of the pictures. She was looking them over as she headed for the counter.

"I don't know Bob, these pictures are useless. Who will ever find them if it's pictures of them when they're younger."

"I would."

Chloe snapped her head up and looked at Bob to make sure she heard him correctly.

"Excuse me."

"I saw them. Well actually I met them. Nice boys. They seem like your type."

"What. They were here? Where did they go?"

"They just left five minutes ago."

Chloe rushed to the door but was stopped by Bob.

"You forgot your laptop."

She dashed to the counter and grabbed it from Bob. "Thanks Bob," She screamed out the door. She made it to her car and quickly got in. After starting it up she checked behind her before pulling out of the lot. Once in drive she looked around for any sigh of the black chevy impala. Her nerves were a reck and she begin to feel warm from her nerves. Calm down Chloe, you act like you never begin in a persuit before. Once she calmed down, she looked around until she spotted the black car she was looking. Her heart was racing. In front of the car in front of her was the Impala, the black 67 Impala. It made a right and after the car in front went straight she cut a right. Now she was right behind it. From the back window she could see two heads. This is it Chloe, she thought. No turning back now. She slowed her driving a little just so they won't think she's following them. Her hands, well her arms were shaking. They took another right and Chloe was taking hers as well. How am I suppose to know that that's them, a voice said in her head. It could be some other guys driving a black impala.

"No this is them," she said out loud.

They made a small left and they were soon in the parking lot of the motel. Chloe pulled over to the sign that read South Motel and got out of the car. A couple of trees were surrounding the pole of the sign so her car was blocked from sight. She quickly ran to a nearby van and stood behind it, looking through the windows to get a better look. The impala was soon parked and doors swung opened. Chloe for one moment felt her heart stopped as the two men stepped out of the car. They were beautiful. Suddenly it seem like light were shining over them like angels and soft music was playing in the background. Chloe smiled big as they closed their car door. She studied both of them. The man getting out of the driver side was the oldest and had the features of a man that made bells ring in Chloe's ears. He had short dark blonde hair that was a little spiky at the end. His clothing was rough looking but it brought out a bad boy image to him as well. He wore a gray t-shirt that showed hint of his muscles and jeans with boots. The leather jacket only made his image complete. The one stepping out of the passenger seat was young but still held a strong and innocent features to him. Bells rung again in her ears. His hair was wavy and had bangs that went down all the way to the end of his eyebrows. His clothing was a little bit different to the one on the driver side. It had the making of a farm boy with a hint of bad in there, but it was fitting and yet dull. He wore a dark blus shirt with a brown jacket over it. He too wore jeans but had on sneakers. He carried a bag in his hand and they walked in one of the room with the number 28 on it. Chloe ran back into her car and drove into the parking lot. She went into the office and rented a room. With the manager being a guy, she didn't have any problem getting a room next to theirs. She got the room number 30 and threw the key up and caught it. She was excited. She went back into her car and grabbed her things and headed for her room. She smiled when she passed their room. When she got in, she threw her things on the tan colored sheet bed and jumped on the other one. She laid back on it with her arms open wide.

"I found them," Chloe smiled.

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