After having searched the periodicals all morning the boys finally quite around 12:35 and went in search of some lunch and some accommodations.
"Diner three o'clock man looks good." Dean said to a preoccupied Sammy he practically had to lead down the street since Sam's head was buried in the research they had gathered. I bet he was great at school" Dean thought watching his baby brother concentrate. As usual that thought brought forth an immediate feeling of guilt for dragging his brother back into this life. He would have been better of staying in Stanford and marring Jess and having a normal life. But I couldn't let him go, and I'm still not sure I'll be able to when this is all over and we've killed the demon that started this mess. Dean knew no matter what his brother may have implied the other day there was no way Sam would just hunt for the rest of his life. Sam wanted the ideal life too much to ever completely give up the dream of a wife 2.5 kid a dog and a house. Dean's only hope was a place in that life somewhere as the wiseass uncle the mother never wanted to watch the kids alone. The occasional passerby who showed up on holidays and the random birthday to annoy his baby brother and mooch room and board for a few nights.
"Whatever" Dean thought "All that matters is that Sam gets his dream life. It's not like a hunter has a real long life expectancy anyway, just enjoy being with Sammy now and don't think about the future. Focus on the now your on a hunt solider." The last voice sounding so much like his father Dean unconsciously stood up straighter and damn near saluted.
It was this action that got Sam's attention and made him look up from his research to see what was going on. "Hey dude what's wrong?" Sam queried reaching out to grab his brother's shoulder.
"Nothing man, just getting my head into the game. Did you hear me about the diner cause dude I'm starved, and you can continue reading whatever is so entertaining while we both get some food." Dean replied shaking out of Sam's grasp and throwing his bro his trademark smirk.
Dean stopped short however when Sam didn't answer in fact he seemed to be in almost a trance. About to get worried he reached out for Sam only to have Sam shake his head and look at him strangely. "Dude you alright? Was it a vision? What's going on?" Dean queried.
"No man it was nothing." Sam said easily "Just zoned for a second I'm fine stop your mother Henning and let's get some lunch. "
"Mother Henning oh kiss my ass and go play is some traffic why don't ya." Dean snarked back relived his brother once again seemed to back to the land of the living.
"Sure dude whatever you say." Sam replied offhandedly his mind obviously preoccupied with something.
"Whatever" Dean said as they walked into the diner and grabbed a booth in the back. Dean naturally taking the seat facing the door. "He'll tell me eventually or I'll tie him down and tickle it out of him." Dean thought as he picked up his menu and began looking at what was available.
Sam didn't even bother picking up his menu and sat there relieved Dean appeared to be dropping the subject for the moment. He couldn't believe it had happened again. He'd been so concerned with what was wrong that when he had touched his brother he had absorbed his brother's thoughts at the moment. Needless to say they had left Sam stunned, even more so then when he had read his father in Chicago. "How could I have been so blind to his devotion to me." Thought Sam "It's not like it wasn't obvious even with his constant snarking and wiseass comments about chick flick moments. How could I have taken him for granted so long? How could I have told him he had no idea what it felt like to lose someone when he had to watch me walk away with out looking back. Maybe I wasn't dead, but I sure as hell wasn't with him. I didn't even call or write just left like he meant nothing to me. Well no more. Hearing dad think I was a spoiled brat is one thing but Dean being willing to give up his dreams for me after the way I've treated him. No way if it takes the rest of my life I will prove to Dean that I'm not going anywhere. Dean will appreciate action more then words, so I'll just have to prove it."
Sam was interrupted from his musings by the arrival of the waitress and his brother looking at him from across the table with a calculating look on his face.
"Uh oh" thought Sam "Time to obfuscate cause Dean can never know I read him. He'll think I'm staying out of pity and do something stupid"
Quickly smiling at the waitress and his brother he ordered the special and waited for Dean to order and the waitress to leave before starting up the conversation.
"So I was thinking about how we are supposed to get the troll into sunlight, and I have a few ideas." Sam quickly said before his brother could start to ask questions about what was wrong with him.
"Yeah right like I'm going to buy that Sammy boy" thought Dean "Fine I'll let it go for now. Later we will be having a talk you can bet on it."
"Really" Dean casually replied, "So let's hear what that super brain of yours has come up with?"
"Well Pinky" Sam said "We know we're going to need bait, and since I can run faster then you thank you god for genetics I was thinking I could lure the troll out while you close up his den and stand guard with a flame thrower. It won't kill the troll, but he really doesn't like fire so it should keep you safe and the troll from getting back into his den. We'll do this close to sunrise and I'll lead the troll on a chase circling through the surrounding woods and then circling back to you where I'll get the other flame thrower and we can keep him trapped outside until the sun rises."
When Sam finished Dean stared at him for a second and then picked up a menu and proceeded to hit Sam over the head with it.
"Hey what was that for jerk!" Sam exclaimed as he tried to get out of his brothers reach without going over the back of the booth.
"A. It's for being tall. B. It's for being an idiot. If you think for one second you're going to be the bait your brain got scrambled in Chicago." Dean said forcefully trying to reach his brother for another swat as Sam weaved out of his reach.
"Okay first of all quit it before I start swatting you. Secondly dude seriously get over the tall thing, cause that's not going to change accept the fact that you're short and move on." Sam laughingly told his brother as he continued to evade his brother's swats. "Third, and damn it quit it with the fucking menu, it makes sense for me to be the bait and you know it."
Having finally gotten a hold of the menu Sam began to try and yank it out of his brother's grip. Dean however was having none of that and holding on to his end like a pit bull with a bone while trying to kick Sammy under the table as well while growling out "Sense sense what the hell are you talking about. It makes no kind of sense, and further more it's not going to fucking happen. Now let go of the menu so I can continue to hit you please."
Sam now starting to get a little pissed off himself decided to fight fire with fire. He began to kick back has he growled right back at his stubborn stupid mule-headed over protective brother. "Yes sense you jackass. Who has more weapons training? You! That's who. Who's faster on their feet? Me! So get your stubborn head out of you ass and realize that I'm right. And you let go of the menu cause it's my turn to beat you around the head for being so fucking stubborn."
Needless to say the boys were causing a bit of a scene, and when the waitress came back to deliver their drinks she didn't know whether to be scared or laugh at the two brothers. Having a sister herself she decided on laughing and as she put down the drinks and flashed the two boys some admirable cleavage to get their attention she laughingly said "Why don't I take that before you two hurt yourselves?" and quickly grabbed the menu and ran to the back where she burst out laughing at the antics of the two brothers. Remembering many times when pushing her older sister out of a moving vehicle not only sounded like a good idea, but also seemed a real and viable option.
As the boys watched her walk away both blushed to roots of their hair and quickly called a truce until they got to a more private location.
"Don't think this is over bitch when we get a hotel room we will be revisiting this topic." Dean hastily told his red-faced brother.
"You can bet your ass we will" Sam quickly replied right back not in the least intimidated by his brother's glare. After facing down John Winchester steely stare everything else was second rate.
Quickly devouring lunch and getting directions to a local motel both boys set off determined to win the upcoming argument no matter what.
To be continuedAugh! Another chapter finished. I can't believe I'm writing a chapter a day. I never thought I would be able to do this. Please please please let me know what you think. I need and crave positive feedback. Constructive criticism welcome. Thanks
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