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Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own characters you don't recognize. As far as I know, I made up the name of the bar and it's in walking distance of their hotel.
Sam followed Dean into the bar called Gary's Roadhouse.
"Sounds charming," Sam said sarcastically.
"Don't be such a girl," Dean sneered. Sam rolled his eyes and followed his brother. As they stepped into the establishment, Sam looked around. His eyes locked onto a man playing pool. He froze. The chiseled face, the cold, piercing eyes. The short, cropped hair. He knew it. He'd know it anywhere. A whip flew through the air.
"No. No, please," a young boy begged.
"Dean. Dean, let's get out of here," Sam said softly. His brother didn't seem to hear, but kept walking on. Sam grabbed the back of Dean's brown leather jacket and began pulling on it.
"Dean, let's get out of here. Come on. Let's go," he said.
"What the---dude, knock it off," Dean snapped in irritated confusion.
"Dean, please," Sam insisted. Finally, Dean turned around, ready to rip into brother. However, the terrified expression on Sam's face wiped any away any annoyance.
"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked.
"Please. Let's just go somewhere else. Please," came the plea.
"Sammy, talk to me. What's goin' on?" Dean asked. Sam's Adam's apple wobbled.
"Just---just trust me on this. Please," he responded. Dean looked at the ground, and then blew out a breath.
"Okay. Just let me order us somethin' to go and then we can book," he said. Sam nodded his compliance. That was fair. Dean walked away. Meanwhile, the man playing pool and the cause of Sam's distress, had finally noticed the lanky twenty-two year old.
"Wait a minute. I know that kid," he said to his buddies. "Be right back guys," he continued. He placed his cuestick on the pool table and then walked up to Sam, who tensed.
"Of all the places," he grinned.
"I'm not staying," Sam stated.
"Like heck you aren't. I remember you. Sam," the man sneered.
"What do you want, Hollinger?" Sam asked.
"Still the same disrespectful brat you always were," Hollinger noted. "Maybe I need to re-teach you some of those lessons," he added. Sam took an involuntary step back. Just then, Dean approached them.
"Yo, Sammy. You ready to go, or what?" he wondered.
"Yeah. The atmosphere's not so good in this place," Sam responded, taking one of the sandwiches. The brothers walked out of the bar and back to the hotel.
"So, who was that back in the bar?" Dean wondered as they sat on the bed.
"No one," Sam answered moodily.
"You sure?" Dean checked.
"I said it was no one," Sam snapped.
"Okay. Jeez," Dean muttered. With that, both boys focused on their individual meals. However, Dean couldn't help but wonder what had caused his brother's foul mood. Silently, he vowed to figure it out no matter what.