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DISCLAIMER
Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own characters you don't recognize. The hotel is semi-dumpy, semi-nice. You know, it's decent enough where they have basic food storing accomadations, but not the Holiday Inn. And yes, the hall fight is similar to the one from the Pilot.
What no one knew was that someone else had seen the confrontation in the bar. He was older now and his dark, shaggy hair had been somewhat trimmed. But other than that, he still looked the same as he did when he was sixteen. He was also one of the town's deputies. The man moved quietly down the street. Then he used a thin piece of wire unlock the front door of the hotel. The man scowled. If this place had been one of those twenty-four hour places, this wouldn't have been necessary. But it was. His mission completed, he opened the door and began walking down the hall. In his hotel room, Sam was ripped away from his nightmares when he heard a floorboard creak. What was that? For one terrifying minute, he flashed back to when he was fourteen and sat frozen.
"Oh, come on, Sam," he berated himself. With that, he got out of the bed and slipped out of the room. Out in the hall, he saw the silhoutte of a man. Sam attacked. The intruder was knocked back, and then blocked Sam's next assault. After the block, he tried to get in his own punch, but he had been caught off-guard and was no match for a trained Winchester. Sam knocked his opponent to the floor. From the dim light coming from an outside window, the intruder saw the face of the person fighting him. He stared in shock. Could it be him? Sam got ready to throw a punch.
"AC/DC! AC/DC!" he exclaimed frantically, hoping that it really was Sam. And if so, that he'd remember their code word. Sam blinked at the words.
"Mickey?" he asked. "Dude, I nearly beat the heck outta you!" he chided.
"You're tellin' me. Let me up," Mickey groaned. In the next instant, the hallway flooded with light as the manager and Dean came out to investigate the commotion.
"Sammy?" Dean asked sharply.
"What's going on here?" the manager demanded.
"Uh, Dean, I'm okay. And I'm sorry, sir. I was just surprised by an old friend," Sam stated, addressing both issues at once.
"Sorry for the inconvenience," Mickey added.
"Deputy Soul?" the manager asked in surprise. "Kinda late for a reunion, isn't it?" he continued suspiciously.
"What can I say? You know me," Mickey grinned cockily.
"Whatever. I'm too tired to argue. I'm going back to bed," the older man grumbled. Dean, Sam, and Mickey walked back to room six. Then, the name Sam had mentioned registered in Mickey's head.
"Wait a minute. Dean? As in your brother, Dean?" Mickey queried. Dean stared at his brother in shock.
"Dude! Do you go into total share-mode with everybody you meet?" he asked. Knowing he was referring to the Meg fiasco, Sam glared.
"Yes, Mickey. This is my brother Dean," he responded. Then, "Dean, this is Mickey Soul...from the group home I was in." Dean's eyes sparked in recognition.
"So back there, in the diner? That was the guy?" he asked. Sam's only answer was a nod. "Why didn't you just tell me?" he wondered.
"It wasn't relevent to what we were doing," Sam answered.
"Not rel---dude! You were shaking!" Dean exclaimed.
"Can you blame him? Hollinger is nuts," Mickey stated. Dean filed away the name for future reference.
"Can I get you anything?" Sam questioned, changing the subject.
"Beer would be nice," Mickey responded.
"I'll get it," Sam said. He stood up and walked over to the small refrigerator, where he and Dean had stashed a six-pack earlier that day. He grabbed three.
"Heads up," he said. Dean expertly caught the incoming can, but Mickey fumbled a bit. Both carefully opened their beverages.
"So, when did you meet Sammy?" Dean asked as Sam sat against the bed, so that he was facing both his brother and his friend.
"It was a few days after he had gotten placed inside. Hollinger immediately started messin' with him. I stood up for him and we became friends," Mickey replied.
"I thought I heard you shoutin' somethin' 'bout AC/DC?" Dean queried in confusion.
"Yeah. It was our little code. Sam would get jumpy, and for some reason the word 'AC/DC' was the only thing that would snap him out of it. I asked him about it once and he said it was a family thing---made him feel safe," Mickey answered. Dean had to fight to keep the smile from invading his features. It was nice to know that Sammy had connected AC/DC to him and feeling safe.
"What are we going to do about Hollinger?" Sam wondered softly.
"I don't know right now," Mickey admitted. Sam blew out a breath and stared at the ground. Then, he stretched out and closed his eyes.