Soul Survivors
By
Valtira
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean Winchester, like everyone else I wish I did.
Chapter 6 A Little Talk
Dean jumped and settled into a defensive stance. The laughter that greeted him made his blood boil.
"Dammit Sammy don't sneak up on me like that,"
Sam chuckled, "What happened great warrior did I catch you sleeping. A little preoccupied with the fair maiden?"
Dean snarled but ignored the comment. "The patient as you guessed was this year's homecoming queen. Like the other three she's in a coma. That my dear Sammy was her sister."
Sam shook his head, "What now big brother?"
"Now," Dean hesitated gathering his thoughts. "Now we go find us a place to crash, some lunch and then you can tell me what you found out. You did find something out, didn't you little brother."
Sam's smirking smile was all Dean needed to see.
An hour later sitting in a booth at a café around the corner from their hotel, Dean broke the silence only after they had ordered lunch. "Did you find out anything at the library?"
"Some but not enough to tell me who's doing this?"
Dean waited expectantly, but his brothers' long pause drove him to frustration. "Spill Sammy boy or do I have to beat the information out of you?"
Sam grinned, enjoying his brother's tirade, 'tit for tat' he mussed silently, 'you call me Sammy, I make your life miserable.'
"Sam," Dean growled menacingly.
"Keep your shorts on bro, I'm getting there."
"Now would be a good time," Dean groused.
Chuckling one last time Sam filled his brother in. "It started with a car accident two years ago. The homecoming king and queen were killed but the other couple in the car survived. They were pretty badly mangled and the girl is still in a coma."
"A coma," Dean replied quickly. "Just like the others."
"What about her date, you mentioned a couple?"
"The boys name was Andrew Grayson, the Homecoming Queen's brother. No one seems to know what happened to him. He disappeared a few months after the accident." Sam paused again trying to sort out what he would say next.
"What," Dean snapped.
"What, what," Sam smirked?
"If you don't spill the bean, Sammy boy, I'm going to knock your block off!"
Sam chuckled but relented, "His parents were murdered a couple months later, beaten to death. Sound familiar!"
"Damn," Dean grumbled. "You think what ever is happening here has something to do with the Grayson's?"
"I do now," Sam replied.
It was at that point that the young waitress dropped her laden tray on the table. Soon the tray was empty and the plates loaded with mouth watering food sat in front of the duo.
Dean munched his medium well burger, thoroughly enjoying the look of disgust on his brother's face.
Sam shook his head his fork – filled with lettuce and tomato stopped midway to his mouth before he spoke. "There's enough cholesterol in that cheeseburger to clog up your arteries and mine," he mocked.
Dean licked his lips and moaned with pleasure. "Protein buddy boy, pure protein, good for building strong muscles." Poking at Sam's biceps, Dean grinned saying, "Something you could use a little more of bro. You keep eating that rabbit food and a good stiff breeze will blow you away."
"And you'll blow up like a balloon," Sam shot back.
The brother bantered back and forth for a few minutes neither giving an inch, until the young teenage waitress stopped by with their check.
She was a hot little number, if a bit young. Well endowed, her assets were practically spilling forth from the low cut shirt she was wearing. Tight jeans, displayed a well rounded ass that Dean itched to caress. Subconsciously Dean licked his lips.
But the waitress had eyes only for Sam. Unused to the attention a slight blush crept into the young man's cheeks as the waitress did her best to flirt with him. Leaning close, she exposed her well endowed assets a little more as she whispered in Sam's ear. Her fingers darted out to caress his cheek. "I love your dimples."
Reaching across him, she deliberately brushed his arm with her chest as she picked up an empty plate. "There's a live band in the park tonight, I hope you can be there," she whispered in his ear.
"I'm a little busy," Sam stuttered.
The girl pouted prettily, "I'm sure I could keep you busy instead," she cajoled.
Sam was more than a little flustered. Usually Dean was the recipient of this type of attention. Dean seemed to revel in it, but Sam was embarrassed. He looked up to find several pairs of eyes watching him. The restaurant was heavy with customers but all of them were watching him, some were amused, some just shook their heads, the men snickered knowing what the evening would hold if Sam decided to take the girl up on her invitation.
"In the park at ten, sweet cheeks," the waitress purred.
Dean waited only long enough for the girl to walk away before he started in. "Hey Romeo, guess I'm finally beginning to rub off on you. Bout time, thought you were turning into a Monk or something? She's a sweet little thing and she sure has the hots for you."
"Just drop it Dean – Ok, we're here to find out what's happening to these kids not romp in the park."
"Loosen up Sammy boy, isn't it about time you got on with life, Jessica is gone and you can't bring her back."
That hit a nerve and Dean wished instantly he could take the words back.
Sam jumped to his feet anger at his brother's words written in every line of his body. "I loved Jessica, and I can't forget her just because you want me too, so shut up Dean before I shut you up."
"You can try little brother," Dean hissed back.
