Disclaimer: I still, sadly, do not own Supernatural, Sam, Dean, or anything else associated with the WB.
AN: Okay guys, I am so sorry that I didn't get this out yesterday! I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me. This chapter will be much longer than the last. On a happier note, time for the cookies! And the cookies go to: H.T.Marie, Onari, Kaewi, kokomcalifornia, leanneB, pizzapixie, Ghostwriter, pandora jazz, and chocca2! Also, sorry but there won't be much action in this chapter, but I promise that the next chapter is the big confrontation! Then after that there will be an epilogue, making the grand total of five chapters! So, enjoy this next chapter!
Chapter 3
When they arrived back at their motel room, Dean turned the engine off and turned to look at his sleeping brother. Dean knew that he had to do something to get back at the guys who did this to Sam, but he had no clue as to where to start. He needed to talk to Sam about what happened. Dean hadn't been allowed in the room while the police questioned his brother, and he hadn't had a chance to talk to him since. Slowly exiting the car, Dean walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. Leaning down in front of his brother, he gently shook his sleeping brother's shoulder.
"Sammy…Sammy, wake up…we're back at the motel…" Dead coaxed. Shaking Sam's shoulder a bit harder, Sam's eyelids slowly pried themselves open.
"Come on buddy, time to go inside," Dean urged, giving Sam a second to clear his head.
Sam slowly turned his body to face out of the door and gently placed his feet on the pavement. Bracing himself, he slowly pushed his way to his feet where he was met with Dean's hands taking their places on his shoulders.
"You good?" Dean asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
"Yeah, let's get inside," Sam replied a little out of breath.
The brothers slowly made their way into the motel room, where Sam laid down onto his bed and closed his eyes. Dean hurriedly went back outside to retrieve their belongings from the car and when he entered the room Sam was fast asleep.
Poor guy. Why does everything seem to come after him? No one knew the answer to that question. Dean decided to get some rest as well, knowing that as soon as Sammy woke up, Dean would get the information needed to find the thugs. He made his way over to his own bad and laid down, facing Sam. In a matter of minutes he was in a deep sleep.
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Sam awoke to the most disturbing sounds he had ever heard in his entire life. Not another monster to deal with. Looking over into the bed next to him it was, in fact, Dean snoring. Man, why's he gotta be asleep when my bladder decides to act up? Sam pushed himself into a sitting position and turning so his feet were planted on the fuzzy motel carpet.
"Dean," Sam said trying to rouse his sleeping brother. "Dean!" Sam bellowed causing Dean to shoot up, knife in hand.
"Where is it?" he asked drowsily. Eyes searching the room for any sign of danger.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Sam said causing Dean to turn his gaze towards his little brother and lower his knife.
"Oh," Dean said shortly. Placing the knife on the bedside table and running a hand over his tired face, he got up from his bed and walked over to Sam's. Holding out his hands, he was surprised when Sam took them. Dean gently pulled his brother to his feet and walked him over to the bathroom.
"You think you can handle it from here?" Dean asked, turning on the bathroom light.
"Yeah, I'll manage. Thanks," was Sam's reply before he entered the bathroom and shut the door. A minute later Dean heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door opened.
"Do you want to go back to sleep?" Dean asked.
"Nah, I'm good for now. I just want to sit down…" Sam assured his brother. They made it back over to Sam's bed and Sam sat down, putting his back up against the headboard. Dean sat at the foot of the bed and looked intently at his brother.
"What?" Sam questioned, looking at Dean the same way Dean was looking at him.
"Sammy, I need to know what happened," Dean announced, making Sam sigh.
"Okay Dean…" Sam started, leaning his head back on the headboard, "When I went out to get some food the only place I saw was that Wendys, and since it was only a block or two away I decided to walk. When I got there, the three guys who attacked me were there. I got our food and left to go back to the motel. When I walked by that alley I heard a noise and minute later I was ambushed. The three guys from the Wendys pulled me into the alley and one of them got my wallet out of my pocket and handed it to another. It seems they wanted money but I didn't have any in my wallet so they panicked and shot me." When Sam had finished the story, Dean had a disgusted look on his face.
"Sam, I'm going to find these guys, I promise you," Dean stated vehemently. "I know what I need to do to find these guys. If you don't feel like you can handle me leaving for a while, tell me."
"No, no Dean you can go," Sam sighed again. If he does something stupid…
"Don't worry Sam, I won't do anything stupid," Dead said before standing up and walking to the other side of the room. He grabbed a gun and stuffed it into the waistband of his jeans. "Just in case," he said, trying to reassure his little brother. He walked over to the nightstand and grabbed his car keys before turning back to Sam.
"Are you sure you're going to be good while I'm gone," Dead inquired, trying to read the look on his brother's passive face.
"Yes, can you just bring the laptop over here so I have something to do while you're gone?" Sam asked.
Dean went back over to their duffle bags and retrieved the laptop. After giving it to his brother and making sure he had everything he'd need, Dean was ready to go.
"Okay, I'll be back in a bit," Dead informed before walking to the door.
"Make sure you use your head, I know it may be hard, but try," Sam advised. Dean made a slow nod and exited the room.
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Dean had an idea as to where to find out the information he needed. He got in his car and drove over to the Wendys Sam had gone to.
Entering the building, Dean noticed there was no customers there and he walked up to the counter.
"Hello, may I take your order?" asked the teenage boy from the other night. "Oh, hello sir, did you ever find your brother?" the boy asked after realizing who Dean was.
"Um, yes thank you, but that's not why I'm here. I need to ask you a question," Dean informed the young boy, putting on the most genuine smile he could muster.
"Oh, okay…what's the question?" the boy wondered nervously.
"You remember the night I was here? Well, when my brother came in here he said there were only three other customers here. I was just wondering if you knew who they were?" Dean inquired with a hopeful look. Please say yes, please say yes.
"Well, were they big and scary looking?" the boy asked.
"Yes, I think they were…" Dean was getting ready to strangle this kid if he didn't spill spoon.
"Yeah, yeah, I know those guys, they're regulars. They come here every week," the boy answered.
Dean could have jumped for joy if he wasn't in hunter mode. "Do you know their names?" Dean asked slowly, getting even more annoyed by the second by the kid's ridiculous need to not answer his questions fully.
"Yeah, well I know one of them."
"And what is it?" Dean commanded, losing his temper.
"Oh, oh yeah. His name's Michael Howard," the boy drawled out, "is there anything else you need to know?"
"No, no thank you for everything," Dean said before turning and walking towards the exit. He entered his car and headed back to the motel room. He needed to tell Sam what he had found out and look up this Michael Howard guy to find out where he lived. Don't worry Sammy, I'll find these guys and then we can leave this city for good.
AN: I'm sorry again for the wait. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I know it's a little slow but that will all be made up for in the next chapter. I plan to have this story finished by Monday so I'll update someday before then. Also, in my story the police are really stupid so they didn't think to ask the employees of the Wendys if they knew anything. Okay, please REVIEW!
