Summary: What happens when something more human threatens the boys?

Disclaimer: I know, I know…I still don't own Supernatural, The WB/CW, Sam, Dean, or any other characters that you recognize from the show. All else is stuff I've made up for the story.

AN:whistles: Okay, let me just say this: I'M SO SORRY! I have this problem with doing things, it's pretty sad. :wink: But it's almost summer break for me so I'll finish this story soon (hopefully :-D) But yeah, so…this is not the action chapter, and it's a little on the short side. So, sorry about that. I absolutely promise the next chapter will be the good stuff!

Also, I mention a promise Dean made to Sam about nothing ever happening to him while Dean's around. I realize this was from an episode after I started this story, but we'll just make it after that episode. So, enjoy!

Chapter 4

Sam Winchester was lying with his back against the headboard in the motel room, drearily flipping through the fourteen television channels provided, discarded laptop sitting next to him.

Hearing a slight click from the direction of the door and the squeak as it was pushed open, he sat up and turned off the television. In comes walking his big brother with a bag of food.

Dean entered the room and threw his other things onto the little table near the window, before walking to the nightstand side of his bed and a plopping down with food in hand.

"Here," Dean said, tossing the younger Winchester a wrapped hamburger before opening his own and taking a bite.

"So…?" Sam queried, not able to keep in his curiosity any longer, unwrapping his own burger and eating some.

"So…" Dean repeated slowly before a wide, cocky grin spread across his face, "I found our guys."

"Seriously?"

"Well, I found one of our guys, but that's good enough for me. He just might be able to lead us to the others as well," Dean said before rising from the bed and retrieving a notebook from the table and the laptop from Sam's bed.

As he took a comfortable position on the far side of own bed, he flipped the top open and pressed the power button. The elder hunter snatched a pen off the nightstand and opened the notebook to an empty page before setting the items to the side.

Sam slowly turned on his bed so he was facing Dean.

"Do you need some help?" Dean asked, noticing Sam's movements.

"Nah, I can make it."

Sam braced himself with a hand on the nightstand before standing and walking the few feet to Dean's bed. He dropped down onto the edge and shifted so he was facing his brother, watching as the elder went to work.

After waiting for the computer to fully boot-up, Dean opened up the Internet Explorer page, silently thanking the motel management for the wireless connection. He did a local google search of the man he had found out.

"Michael Howard?" Sam inquired, "How'd you figure that out?"

"Do you have no faith in your big brother's genius?" Dean remarked, "Seriously, I think you would've learned by now."

Unable to come up with a good enough comeback, Sam sighed with a slight grin. "So?"

Looking away from his search, Dean said, "Well, I went back to that Wendys to see if I could get any leads. When I had gone there looking for you I talked to this one employee and he happened to be there again tonight. It took a while, but I found out this guy's name."

"Well, aren't you a modern Sherlock Holmes," Sam joked.

"I sure am, Watson," Dean replied.

"Dude, I am so not Watson."

"Yeah Sammy, I think you are."

"Well, you must be thinking too hard, putting too much strain on that thing you call a brain."

"Am not!" Dean said indignantly.

"What are you, six?"

"I take pride in being able to revert back to the first grade."

"I'm sure you do," Sam smirked.

"All right, enough of this, time to get down to business," Dean said with a hint of delight in his voice.

"So, I ran the name in the local yellow pages and got a few matches," Dean said, recording the addresses and phone numbers of the three 'Michael Howard's in the Richmond area into his notebook, "The employee said the guys were regulars so there's only one that would make sense. Two of the three live twenty to thirty miles away from here, while this one," Dean tapped the pen onto the first name, "only lives about five." Circling the first address, Dean exited out the screen and shut down the computer, shifting to get off the bed.

"Dean?" Sam suddenly spoke up.

Dean stopped his motions and looked at his little brother. "Yeah?"

"I think you should reconsider this," Sam said letting his concern pour over, with puppy dog eyes and all.

"Sammy…" Dean started.

"You don't need to stoop down to their level Dean."

"I'm not stooping down to their level Sammy."

"You may not be on the same level, but you're going to be one above it."

"That still makes me better then they are," Dean said before getting up and walking over to his bag positioned against the wall. "I have to do this. No one gets away with hurting my family. I made you a promise and I wasn't able to keep it. Something bad happened to you and I wasn't there to do anything about it. I screwed up and I need to make it up to you." There was a solemn look in his eyes that made it hard for Samnot tounderstand his reasoning.

"Okay Dean, but please don't do anything you might regret later," Sam conceded.

"I promise Sammy. I won't kill them," Dean vowed. Yeah, I won't kill them.

As if reading his mind Sam let out a heavy sigh, "Okay Dean." Sam crumbled up his empty burger wrapper and tossed it into the trash can located between the two beds.

"It's getting pretty late," Dean announced, realized it was nearly ten-thirty, "I'll be back soon."

Dean went back over to his bag to pull out a plain grey long-sleeved shirt to change into. Before he was able to do anything else Sam spoke up.

"I want to come."

Dean whipped his head around to look Sam in the eyes, noticing the unyielding resolution there. There's no getting out of this one.

"Fine, but you're staying in the car," Dean relented.

"That's good with me."

Dean quickly changed his shirt before tossing Sam his jacket and grabbing his own. He checked to make sure his gun was still in the back of his pants before walking over to Sam. "Let's go, buddy," he said before steadily leading Sam towards the car.

Dean was nearly twitched with the glee of what was to come. Time for revenge.

AN: So…hope you liked it! I'm grinning like a mad-woman over here! PLEASE REVIEW! They're much appreciated!