Disclaimer: Once Again...I don't own the story of Dean, Sam, or John Winchester.
The next day at noon, Sam and Dean sat at the sandwich shop waiting for the two girls to come and eat lunch with them. Sam was busy looking around the shop as Dean sat engrossed in the menu. The shop was little but had a variety of sandwiches to offer. Dean's eyes kept reading the menu but kept coming back to the Grilled Cheese Sandwich. Grilled Cheese Sandwiches are definitely the king of sandwiches or so Dean reasoned to himself. The other people in the sandwich shop all had newspapers. The turning of pages reminded Sam of something he wanted to ask his older brother who still had chalk on the sleeve of his shirt from the night before.
"So Dean, did you find us another job?" Sam asked just trying to make a conversation. He didn't mind slowing down a little bit but there was something about this town that reminded him of the Scarecrow job. He watched Dean's eyebrows rise after registering what Sam had just said. Dean should have been surprised, when did Sam ever ask about looking for a job.
"So, a new job," Dean said as he put down his menu still open. "Where are you interested in going this time of year?" Sam stopped looking around the shop and looked back to his brother. Dean was twisting his ring waiting for an answer while smiling that grin that sometimes made Sam want to puke.
"I don't know, some state we haven't gone yet," Sam said as Dean cracked an even bigger smile. He began to lean back on his chair like he did when he was a teenager when he was basking in the glory of being right.
"I never thought I'd see the day that Sammy Winchester wanted to go and do a job," Dean teased. Sam tossed a sugar packet at Dean hard but Dean was too quick or he might have been waiting for it but he caught the package before it hit him in the face. His chair came down with an astounding boom that made some of the locals look up from their papers.
"That's cute Sam…do you always throw sugar when you're not receiving any?" Dean baited Sam.
"Maybe because you're so sour all of the time,"
"I'm not sour, I'm just better looking than you and you're bitter about it,"
"Bitter? What planet are you on Dean?"
"Maybe if you had a sense of humor,"
"I do have," Sam said before he stopped. It was an argument that they always reached when Sam was being too serious. Dean made his point by saying the same things to him.
"Where are the girls? I know that girls like being late but now we're pushing an hour late." Dean flipped open his phone to check the time. Just as Dean was clicking his phone to a close Helen came running into the sandwich shop looking like Hell. Both of the boys stood up quickly. She looked like she had been crying and frazzled all at the same time. She was also wearing the same clothes from the night before. A warning went off in Dean's head but he ignored it the first time around.
"Helen what's wrong?" Sam asked quickly. She collapsed onto one of the opened chairs but Dean and Sam kept standing. Some of the locals looked at Helen with disgust while others plain old left the shop itself.
"Last night, when I was taking Julia home, I was carjacked. But the thing is, Julia was sound asleep in the front seat. It took off with her in the front seat," Helen spat out. Dean and Sam were shocked.
"Have you called the police," Sam asked. Dean shook his head no and looked at Helen. Dean realized what Helen said, not what she said exactly but how she worded it. How did she know?
"You two are hunters aren't you?" Dean asked as he looked at Helen. "You said 'it' carjacked your car. Not a she or he but an it. I knew it last night when we were playing eight ball. When you made that joke about the Ghostbusters having it easy but I just figured it was a flirtatious moment. What was it?" Helen's head snapped up when Dean was done talking. Dean couldn't read her initial reaction. Not to mention he just ousted himself and Sammy in front of a handful of locals. Most of them didn't even move though when he said it. What was up with this town?
"You two are hunters too? Oh thank God, you have to help me!" Helen said as she stood back up. Sam nodded his head at her not catching anything that Dean was catching.
"What were you hunting?" Dean asked again. His face was instantly stoic, hunting mode. Sam never thought anything was wrong but another warning flag had gone up for Dean. Something was not right about this situation. How did she know to use 'it' instead of him or her….?
"It was something that we were just starting to poke around with. We came home when we stumbled across it in the papers. There's a house, down Main Road. Main Road turns into a country road. There's an old dirt path that leads to an abandoned house where there has been seen weird lighting and whatnot. This black thing just was in the middle of the road last night on the way there. I stopped and pulled out a gun but it was too fast for me. I was out of the car and it was driving off with Julia in the front seat," Helen rattled off. She was looking more and more horrible by the second. Sam looked puzzled for a moment and then continued his intently listening that he did all of the time.
"Let's go right now," Sam stated. Dean shook his head no again. They needed time. Time to figure out what was going on.
"We go by night. Helen, you look like you've been up all night long. You need to sleep a little before we attempt rescuing Julia. By what you've described I'm pretty sure it only comes out at night. Do you need a ride to your house or do you want to stay at our motel?" Dean asked. Sam could hear the edge in his voice. Something was wrong. Or wrong enough that Dean was picking up something that he wasn't. Helen shook her head.
"I'll go back to my house where all of my reserves are. I'll meet you at the dirt road before the house at 11:30 alright?" Helen asked. Dean nodded his head. Helen cracked a half smile before walking out leaving the boys to their thoughts.
"Well, that was weird," Sam stated as he watched Dean walk up to the counter at the shop. The woman passed over a bag to Dean as Dean placed some bills on the table. Dean walked back to where Sam was still standing.
"Come on we have work to do and not a lot of time to do it," Dean said as he handed Sam the bad of food that he just had purchased. They continued to walk around the block to where the motel was. Dean still wasn't talking and Sam was trying to figure out what happened. Dean unlocked the door and walked right to his laptop which was on and ready to go.
"Helen's not telling us the whole truth. I can feel it," Dean stated as Sam tossed him the bag of food.
"What, do you think it's a trap of some sort? How can you even be sure? Helen was pretty upset and Julia obviously wasn't in tow," Sam stated as he waited for Dean to dig out his food before returning the bag to him. Dean pulled out his sandwiches and tossed the bag back to Sam.
"I don't know really. There's just something wrong with the whole situation. But I don't doubt that Julia is truly in danger. And the whole fact that that entire scene took place in a very public place," Dean trailed off. Sam fiddled with his sandwich before he said something about how he felt about the town itself.
"Dean, when we did the whole Scarecrow job, when I came to your rescue, I felt something was wrong with the town," Sam started off but like Dean does, he interrupted his brother.
"You have the same feeling about this town?" Dean asked Sam. Sam nodded not bringing up the fact that Dean interrupted him again.
"Me too Sammy, me too," Dean stated as his laptop whirled to life. "Let's see what we can find out about this town."
