AN: I had to put this chapter on because it didn't feel right leaving you guys hang like that. So I added this one.

Chapter 14: Fustration

Before stopping at the motel, Chloe stopped at the cafe shop. Bob was cleaning up when he notice her walking in with a slam of his window door. He went to the coffee machine and started brewing some coffee. Chloe made her way to the counter and sat down, laying her head on the counter. Once Bob finish making her coffee, he place it in front of her and sigh.

"I see you found them and I see that it didn't go so well," Bob said looking at Chloe.

Finally lifting her head up,. "No it went horrible, but I should of known it was going to happen. I let my reporter's instinct get the best of me and blew it."

"Here, drink some coffee," Bob said shoving the cup of coffee closer to her. Chloe picked it up and took a sip from it. She slowly lowered the cup and looked from the cup to Bob. A half smile appeared on her face.

"Chocolate."

"Yeah, I figures that'll make you feel better."

"Thanks, Bob," Chloe said taking another sip from the cup.

"You're welcome. I read somewhere that chocolate make you feel better no matter want the situation is."

"With this I figure the mrs. must really love you," Chloe smiled.

"Yeah. Susan died ten years ago from cancer. I would always bring her coffee with chocolate when she was having her bad days," Bob look down.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Besides, Susan won't want me to mope over her death and I'm not going back on my words now. So what are you going to do now, now that it all went down hill with your seach."

"Home, back to my intern job and clean out rooms with old files," Chloe said putting the cup down. She dugged into her purse to pay for the coffee but Bob stopped her and shook his head. "Thanks."

Chloe walked out of the shop and headed for the motel. It was getting dark and she was getting tired. When she got there the impala was already there. She let out a sigh and parked the car. She went in her room and laid down on the bed. Her mind raced with what happened eariler. How could she be that naive and stupid? Ambushing them with questions and the fact that she knew who they were. How could she do that? Chloe thought about the look on their faces when she said their names. They were surprised and angry at the same time. Damn my reporter's ambition to find the story, Chloe thought to herself. She went into the bathroom to calm herself down by splashing a little water on her face. The things Dean said to her ran across her mind. "I don't know what's your deal looking up our history and think you know a damn thing about us, which you don't, and investigate us like we're a story. We're not and what give you the right to go into our private lives like that. I suggest you stop whatever you're doing and go back home before you get hurt. Come on Sam." They were so mad. It's understandable since I did invade their privacy. I should of kept my mouth shut. Let the fact that I knew who they were sink in before I went report mode on them. A laugh exscape her mouth. I just want to know the truth. "Too late now Chloe because you just blew it with the only source you had to get it." Chloe shook her head and went back in the room. She grabbed her bag and begin to put her things in it. She stopped when she heard a loud but muffle sound coming from next door. Chloe frowned and walked closer to the wall where the noise was coming from. She put her ear against the wall and listened. It sound like Sam and Dean were agruing.

"We're screwed Sam, we have to do something," Dean said sitting on the bed.

"Like what."

"I don't know. But we have to do something before she tells everyone and make us the most wanted guys in america."

"Dean."

"No Sam. This is huge. We spend our whole lives in hiding and now it's going to be ruined by a reporter who think she can get a story out of this. If dad was here, none of this would have happen."

"You don't know if he would let this happen or not."

"What are you getting at Sam," Dean said looking at the younger brother who was pacing the floor the entire time.

"Think about it Dean. If dad hadn't ran away in the first place none of this would have happened. We wouldn't be using fake ids and card scam to get around. We wouldn't be getting ourselves in life threating situation if it wasn't for dad. We could of been living normal lives, if it wasn't for dad. He should of stayed in Lawrence and face up that mom died and there was nothing he could have done about it."

"Listen to your self Sammy, you don't know what you're saying."

"I do know Dean. Anyone with the right mind would know what I'm saying. Dad is going insane and he is taking us with him."

Dean stood up and walk over to his brother. He was face to face with his brother and his brother was standing his ground. Dean was looking Sam straight in the eyes and knew Sam meant every word of it. He backed off and scoffed with a little smile. He sat down in one of the chairs by the table and looked at his brother again. He shook his head.

"I can't believe you Sam."

"Well believe it Dean. You have to face the fact that dad is the cause of our problems. The cause of our lives being the way they are. Dean, what if dad already found the thing that killed mom and Jess and is sending us on a goose chase around the country."

"He would of told us."

"Would he Dean? He barely calls as it is and we don't know for sure if he killed it. Face it, dad is obesses with hunting and want us to be..."

"Shut up sam," Dean yelled as he stood from his chair. "Just shut up. I can't believe you are blaming dad for all this. All he did for us and you going to pull a stunt like this. Dad was protecting us. He had to do what he had to do to keep people from taking us away from him. From putting him in a mental ward and putting us in a foster home, Sam he had to go in hiding. It wasn't safe for us as it was for him. Having the whole world out there after him. And to say that he is going obesses is a low blow, even for you Sam. After what we've seen, you seen, you can't believe what you said is true. I can't believe you would say those things about...about dad for crying out loud."

"Dean, I ...," Sam was cut off by his brother.

"You don't know how it was for him to keep us healthy and happy at the same time he was...what he was going through. To watch him keep himself together for us and have the time to teach us the things he knew and seen. You don't know Sam, because you left. You was too young to remember anything and you gave dad a hard time with your "I want to be normal" antics. You have no right to say those things about dad or about the things he does because you don't know. You S.O.B. I can't believe my own brother would sank that low on his own family."

Dean shook his head and grabbed his jacket and went outside. The arguement was over. Sam stood there for awhile, stuned that his brother said those things and that he was right. He didn't know how dad was handling things after mom died. He just made it worst by complaining and wanting to get out. He didn't know how Dean was handling it, seeing his dad go through the hiding and changing identities. It was the only thing he could do since he was a wanted man. Sam hit the wall out of fustration and went into the bathroom. He needed to cool down and think things through. He put on cool water and striped. He got in the shower and stood there under the spinkling water running down his face and body.

Chloe jumped away from the wall and looked at it for awhile. They were arguing because of what she had done and said. She went to the window and looked out and saw Dean sitting on the car. He was shaking his head and biting his lips. He stood up angerily and got in his car. The light cut on and the car started and he was on his way into town. Chloe walked away from the window and sat down on the bed next to her bag. She picked one of her shirt that was on the floor and threw it in the bag. Anger with herself rush over her. She ran into the bathroom and splashed water over her face again. Once she finished drying her face, she decided to go to bed. She pulled out a night gown from her bag and put it on. Taking her bag off the bed, she pulled the covers down and got in. Cutting off the lamp next to the bed, she laid down. Her thoughts once again went back to the Winchesters. Maybe I should leave, chloe thought to herself. I mean I came here and I found them, that's what the whole investigation was about right. Me looking for them. But again my instincts says I should keep going. Plus, the warning Missouri told me about when she gave me the piece of paper that led me to this place. I still don't get what she meant by me being the one to save them. Save them from what? They look like well able young men to protect themselves. But still I want to know more about them. No, I won't leave just yet. I can still do my investigation from a distance. Maybe observed Mercer a little while I'm at it. Pictures to take home to Smallville. No, Chloe Sullivan won't give up that easily. She laid there in her thoughts until her eyes grew heavy and went to sleep.

Sam walked out of the bathroom and noticed that his brother wasn't in the room. He sighed and threw on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Running his hands through his still damp hair, he cut off all the lights and cut on the television. He flipped through the channels and stopped it on the news. It was announcing another missing person. Elizabeth Monroe, 18, and been missing since last week since she ran away from home. Sam shook his head and sunk lower under the sheets. Sleep was hitting him but he didn't want to go to sleep. He wanted to see his brother walk through that door and get in the bed and go to sleep before he does. Like he always do. But his sleep was hitting hard and his eyes closed.

Dean walked in the local bar and sat down at the counter. He ordered a beer and started drinking from it. A young woman with brunett hair walked over and sat down next to him. She put on a sexy smile and ordered a drink.

"What a handsome young man like yourself doing sitting alone," she said holding her beer and facing Dean. Dean turned around to face her and smiled.

"I'm not alone now," he said looking the woman up and down. She lean in closer and smiled at him.

"Want to go back to my place," the woman said rubbing her hands through Dean's hair. Dean was about to say something when the woman kissed him. Dean kissed her back but stopped himself for going any further.

"I can't."

"Can't kiss me or go back to my place?"

"Both.'

"Why, we both know you want to."

Dean thoughts went back to Sam and his agrument before he left. How mad they both were because of this reporter, Chloe Sullivan. She must be good if she found them that quick. Again back to Sam, he can't stay all night with this woman. Even though she is beautiful. Closing his eyes in regret, he opened them to look at the woman.

"I just can't, not today."

The young woman sighed and stood up. "Okay but you don't know what you're missing." She left only to sway her hips in attemp to convince him further. Looking back to see him not looking, she shook her head and left the bar.

Dean finished up his beer and left to his car. He got in and drove back to the motel. Once he parked, he turned the car off and stayed in. He was a little hesitate to go in and face his brother, so he sat in the car for awhile. He digged into his jacket's pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He pushed his phone's list and pushed dad. He held it to his ear and waited until the usual message passed and begin to talk:

"Dad it's me Dean. This have to be the hundreth time I called you by now and you might be getting tired of it. Or you're busy hunting monster or ghosts," he smiled. He dropped it once he continued. "I wish you was here. Sam won't stop fighting with me about you and I feel...I feel as though I have to defended you the whole time. Why couldn't you take me with you and leave Sam out of this? Why you have to leave me and...," he stopped himself before the sound of his voice cracked, letting his father know that he was about to cry. He cleared his throat and blinked his eyes and continued. "Dad, I can't deal with it anymore. I hate being stuck in the middle with me defending you and believing in Sam. Just let us help you. Call, text, do something. I just need it to stop."

Dean hung up the phone and stuck it back in his pocket. He took a minute to calm himself down before getting out of the car. He walked into the room to find Sam sleep in the bed and the television left on. He took off his jacket and shoes and looked at his brother. "Damn it Sam," he said in a whisper. He took his pants off and shirt and laid down under the covers. He grabbed the remote and cut off the tv and he was sitting in the dark. He laid down on his stomach and let out a long sigh, before closing his eyes to go to sleep.

AN: I know their little arguement didn't make sense but I thought a little fustration would of been good at that point. Being in the situation they were in. I just thought that letting words come out would of a good thing. Sam loves his dad but he was upset and scared. I just thought you guys want to know what I was getting at, if it made sense. Anyway review and let me know what you think.