Chapter 2
The drive back to the motel was quiet, the young hunters were sat in the diner for just under an hour, Sam ate his usual cheese burger with large fries, Dean ordered the same, but didn't even touch it, which he would regret later. Sam knew something was on his brothers mind, but being Dean he shut his emotions out, if Sam wanted to know, he'd have to ask, and conversations that started with "Dean you okay?" or "Dean, what are you thinking?" never ended well. Sam held back his questions for the tine being, well at least until he was out of the car, where Dean couldn't get himself overloaded with anger, and drive of the motor way. Sam knew when ever he was going to ask, Dean would get angry, but he figured out of the car would be best.
The boys checked into their room, Dean sat at the foot of his bed, and watched a certain spot on the ground, not taking his eyes of it, not until Sam said the dreaded words. "What's wrong with you?"
Dean didn't answer straight away, a part of him wanted to spill his guts, and let all his worries, his fears out on his brother, but the part of him that was being controlled, the part of him that shut all his other thoughts in a box and locked it, throwing away the key, replied with a shrug.
"Dean, your not acting like your self. Do we need to talk about this?" Sam's words hit every sensor in Deans well built body, he glared at his younger brother, a glare that pierced Sam's body with scorching wholes.
"I'm not in the sharing, caring kind of mood right now, little brother." The last two words burned Deans mouth, he remembered saying the exact words, "I'm not in the sharing, caring kind of mood." right after Sam had shot him in the chest with rock salt, when they was at the asylum.
"Dean." Sam pressed on, from the look on his brothers face, the clenched fist that his brother was trying not to raise, he knew it was the wrong thing to do. "Look, I'm here if you want to talk." was all he said, and then locked himself away in the bathroom. The bathroom was small, too small for a person of Sam's build. A couple of inches taller and Sam would had to have crouched to save his head from a beating from the burned ceiling, he slugged down on the floor, between the toilet basin, and the sink. He couldn't stand the tension in the other room, he remembered when he was a kid, and he didn't like the atmosphere when he was in his fathers presence that he would go to another room, some where that he would be alone, he preferred to be locked away in a tight space, then be in a spacious room full of tension. Sam felt like crying, for years now he had to put up with his brother and his locked up feelings, he felt like he knew his brother, but when he would read another chapter of his brothers book, the pages would disintegrate and their would be nothing left but the hard cover. He let out a sigh. His legs were getting cramped, and his eye lids where struggling to stay open, he heaved him self of the dirty floor, and walked in to the main room.
"What was you doing in there?" Dean asked, he gave a cocky grin to his brother, and started to laugh, "Actually dude, i don't want to know, hope you cleaned up afterwards though." Sam stared at his brother, what the hell is going on? Not an hour ago Dean was ready to punch the living day lights out of me, now he is making sick jokes about me being in the bathroom. Something strange is going on here. Sam didn't comment back to his brother, just stared blankly.
"So, whilst you was, er playing I did some research, on the whole body slayer thing that's going on."
Sam stared in disbelief, Dean researching. What the hell is going on? "What did you find?" Sam asked, his brother didn't reply in words, just nudged towards the computer screen, Sam stepped over to the table that Dean was working on, the lap top was placed in the middle, and next to it was scribbles on a piece of paper, Sam laughed as he looked at his brothers doodles, The perfect man was scribbled down, and next to it was an equals sign and then Dean, below that was Nerd Boy equals sign Sam. Dean noticed Sam's eyes wonder across the page, and shrugged, Sam gave a little laugh and waited for an explanation, "What, the connection is slow here, and i got bored." Sam knew that was probably the truth, Dean got bored easily, ask any of his school teachers, and they would have sworn he had ADHD, or any other hyperactive, lack of concentration disabilities.
"But notice how i wrote The perfect man." Dean said, and pointed to his scribble.
"Yeah, i notice how, that's you, and I'm across the page as Nerd Boy." Sam said, hiding the hurt from his voice, Dean gave a little chuckle and another shrug.
"Don't take it to heart college boy, but, i was thinking, this monster, That's killing all these men, doesn't seem to make sense." Dean paused, to make sure his brother was catching up with his research overload, when Sam gave a nod, he continued. "All the men that have been hacked away at, where all rich, from pictures I've seen, reasonably young, good looking, and from family reports, they have all been quoted as being happy." Dean stop to take a breather.
"So, your saying that what ever is doing this is killing happy, successful men?" Sam said, not quite understanding his brothers little explanation. Dean sighed, once in my life, i take charge and college boy doesn't even get it, and people say he's the smart one.
"Your forgetting, a part of the men, where all taken, whether it was an arm, a leg, a toe or what, a part of them is missing, and there has been nine deaths so far, with each death a body piece has been taken." Dean said, and stared at his brother.
"So, you think there is a demon out their collecting body parts, to make the perfect man?" Dean nodded, finally he caught up. "So, what's been taken?" Sam asked, but he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know, something about all this was just to sick, even for him.
"Police said that there had been seven deaths so far, but because of the time range, they didn't put two together, all seven bodies missing parts, there has been two arms, one leg, two hands, two feet, and an arm." Dean said, he picked up a pen, and started doodling again.
"Hey Mr. Artist, this isn't the time to draw." Sam said, before looking at what his brother was doodling, but when he saw, it all made sense. Dean was drawing a body, he made it quite clear it was a males body, and like a child he laughed and pointed it out, but got his concentration back the minute he was done. "so, to make the perfect man, who ever it is needs a head, and a chest." Sam said.
"And a heart, and the organs. All the organs where found at the scenes of the murders, tucked away in the victims," Dean thought about it for a moment. "how the hell will he make the perfect male, i mean, the whole thing wont work, because the pieces have been detached from blood too long." Sam gave Dean a weird look, "What, this stuff is always on them hospital shows," Dean gave another grin. "So, his plan can't be working,"
"Dean, we're dealing with a demon, and at the moment, a pretty smart one. I bet he figured all that out, he knows what he is doing. And from your drawing, looks like he needs to more men." Sam said.
"I don't think its a demon," Dean said. "Demons aren't usually so open in where they leave their human remains, maybe a shape shifter." Dean shuddered, as he remembered his meeting with shape shifters a couple of months back. "But what i don't get is why." Dean said, and stared at his drawing.
"Maybe, he got picked on at school, for being small. And wants to be perfect." Sam said, with a smile, "Maybe he's just bored." The possibilities where endless. "But right now, we don't know enough, and right now, I'm exhausted, so I'm going to bed." Sam pulled of his trousers, and got into his bed, and instantly fell asleep. Dean waited almost an hour, before closing the motel room door behind him. Not again. Get out of my body. And fucking get out of my car!
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