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Sam pulled the Impala into the Motel 6 parking lot and shut off the engine.
"I can't believe there's a Motel 6 way out in Oklahoma," he muttered. Then, "Okay, you two. Come on." John and Dean then carefully got out of the car.
"You need help?" Sam queried.
"We're good, Sammy," Dean answered.
"Hey, Sammy," John said.
"Yes, Sir?" Sam responded.
"How is it that Dean and I are beat to heck and you're walkin' pretty?" John questioned.
"Uh...I don't know, Sir. I---guess I just got lucky," Sam stammered.
"Sammy," Dean muttered disapprovingly. John looked at his older son warily. What did Dean know?
"Dean, shut your cakehole," Sam growled. Before his father or brother could answer, Sam went inside, got a room with two beds, and paid with a mastercard.
"Dean, report. What's going on with your brother?" John demanded.
"Dad...don't you do this to me," Dean stated. I can't betray Sammy's confidence. He'd kill me...and maybe not just figuratively, he thought to himself. If Sammy wasn't eating like he should, he'd be unpredictable. And Dean wasn't keen on taking unnecessary risks when dealing with a werewolf, even if it was his brother. Sam walked back to his family.
"Here are your room keys. I'll go get our stuff," he told them. John and Dean took the keys and then walked in the direction of the room. Sam, meanwhile, went to the two vehicles and gathered up their belongings. Then, he went back into the motel and to their room.
"You boys hungry?" John queried as Sam dumped their stuff by the bed.
"Yes, Sir," Sam and Dean chorused.
"Dean, why don't you go see if you can find us some food?" John instructed. "But be careful. It's dark out. There's no telling what creatures are around here," he continued.
"Yes, Sir," Dean acknowledged.
"I'm gonna go get my own dinner," Sam stated, heading for the door.
"Sammy," Dean said, grabbing an arm.
"Relax, Dean. I'm not gonna get myself kidnapped again," Sam assured.
"Dude, I thought we agreed to drop that particular subject," Dean commented.
"Whatever," Sam said. Then, he walked out, with Dean behind him. However, the brothers soon went their own way. Dean managed to find a local Wendy's and Sam headed for the woods. He wasn't really up for playing full human. He needed real sustenance. Sam sniffed the air and his eyes tinged with yellow. Yes. He could smell a creature that would do quite nicely. The hunter could smell the blood on the animal. Apparently, it was terrorizing local pets. He'd be doing this place a favor. But he'd have to be careful. He could also smell the remnants of a group of people in the woods. People who were dangerous. Sam quietly headed into the woods. Back in the hotel, Dean tossed a burger to his father and unwrapped his own meal.
"Where's your brother?" John asked with some concern. They had to stay together, no matter what. Even though the demon was dead, there were still others out there.
"He's eatin' out," Dean answered brusquely.
"What?" John questioned sharply.
"Dad, Sammy needs space right. He's a big boy. He can take care of himself," Dean replied in the same tone.
"Dean Andrew---" John began warningly.
"I'm sorry, Sir," Dean apologized. In the woods, Sam could smell the animal even stronger now. It was a fox. A rather large one. The hunter licked his teeth in anticipation. Foxes could be quite tasty. He growled and gave chase. He finally caught it at a base of a tree.
"You've been a very bad boy," he scolded, pinning it by the throat at eye level. Then, with with animalistic growling, he dug in. When he was done, he threw back his head and howled with victorious delight.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
For those of you who may have missed the episode, Sam's statement of being kidnapped was a reference to "The Benders". Oh, and even if they're not connected to each other, in every story, Sam and Dean will have the same full names I gave them in "Needing Help" which are "Dean Andrew Winchester" and "Samuel Jeffrey Winchester".
