AN: Well here is the next chap, I hope you like it. Again thanks for reviewing.

Chapter 2: Decisions

Sam opened his eyes, only to have bright sunlight shining through them as they pass hanging trees. The silence almost seems calming as he just sat there and watch the passing trees go by. He closes his eyes again and let out a relaxing sigh. He almost went back to sleep until his mind played back the event in Chicago. The Davaes, Meg, his dad…the ambush. Everything that happened. Opening his eyes, he bolting up in his seat; he was hit with stabbing pain in his neck and back. He reach for his neck to rub the pain away but instead cause more pain by touching it. He winced at the action.

"It's about time you woke up," said a voice beside him.

Sam turns his stiff and sore neck toward the voice to see his brother giving him side glances. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Shortly after we left Chicago and until now, I say seven hours."

"And you just let me sleep. You could have wakened me."

"Well excuse me Sam for letting you sleep. Next time I promise to wake you up if you fall asleep."

"You know what I mean," Sam said sitting straight in his seat. "Where are we?"

"Missouri."

Sam looked his brother up and down to study him. He was leaning back against the seat, slump down a little. His arms were straight with his hands wrapped tightly on the steering wheel. Sam looked up at Dean's face and could see the bags under his eyes. Shaking his head, he faced the passage's window.

"What Sam?"

"Did you stop to get some sleep," Sam asked facing his brother again.

"No."

"Are you going to?"

"No."

"And why is that Dean? Huh, why didn't you just stop the car on the side and sleep?"

"Don't start Sam I'm not in the mood."

"Why, Dean?"

"Drop it Sam, alright. Just because you got a little shut eye doesn't mean I have to. Now will you shut up about it," Dean reached over to the radio and turned on some music.

Sam scoffed and turned his head. His brother was being stubborn and he knew it. Looking from the corner of his eye, he could see his brother struggling to keep the sleep from his eyes and the pain.

"Look at us man, look at you. We look like shit and you know it. We have to stop somewhere or some place, to heal or at least sleep," he emphasized.

"We're not stopping, Sam," Dean said not taking his eyes off the road.

"Why, Dean? Is it because you want to keep driving to God knows where, away from Chicago? You're being stupid Dean." Sam said looking out the window again. Realizing what he said and from the silence from his brother, he turned back to face his brother, looking surprised. "That's it isn't? You want to keep driving until we're millions and millions miles away from Chicago." Dean swallowed hard and turned to face his brother. "That's it isn't it? Dean…"

"You saw what happen back there, Sammy. They used us to get to dad," he said turning back to face the road. "I'm not going to let them get that chance again. And if that means driving to no where in particular to do that then yes I'm doing it."

"Dean you can't drive all day without sleep. It's not healthy and we're not in the best shape to do that. We need to take care of our wounds and think what we're going to do and where. Kansas is the next state, why don't we go to Missouri in Lawrence?"

"I don't want to go there."

"Okay then, why not Smallville? Chloe lives there and we could…"

"No Sam."

"Dean we have to stop somewhere." Dean let out a long sigh and turned the car into the turning lane. Sam turned to see where they were going but he missed the sign. "Where are we going," Sam asked. But Dean didn't say anything. Pulling up to a convenient store, Dean turned the car off and got out. "Dean…"

"I stopped Sam, that's what you wanted?"

"Dean we have to talk about this."

"I'm going to go take a leak, I'll be back."

Leaving his brother in the car, Dean followed the sign leading to restroom on the side of the building. He opens the door and slam it shut behind him. The restroom was pretty much clean besides torn up toilet tissues and water marks on the floor. He walked over to the sink and lean over it. Looking up in the mirror, he understood what Sam meant by looking like shit. He had the bags under his eyes and dried up blood on his face. He also had the four scratch marks on his forehead and the cut above his right eye. Looking away from the mirror, he turned on the faucet. He was about to lean in to splash water on his face when a sharp pain hit him on the side. Dean let a small groan and put his hand on his side. He forgot about his last run in with the Davaes that left his right side sore. Lifting his shirt up just a little he looked at his scratched up side. It started to bleed. Grabbing some paper towel and holding it under the water, he begins to clean it. Pain was unbearable after several tries. He threw the towel on the floor and put his hands on each side of the sink to keep his stance. He wanted some pain killers and to lie down but he can't do that. "Suck it up", he told himself. "A few more states and then you can rest." His body responding to his pain and lack of sleep started to protest. Every cuts and scratches started to hurt and his eyes' lid were drawing heavy. You need sleep, you're not like Sam in the lack of sleep department, his thoughts told him. He shook his head at his thoughts but stopped when there was a knock at the door.

"Someone's in here," Dean replied. The knock came again. "Hold up," he turned toward the door.

"Dean," said the voice behind the door.

Oh, Sam not now. Give me a few minutes, Dean said to himself.

"Dean, you're okay in there? You didn't fall in did you?"

Dean shook his head again and pushed his self off the sink. He opened the door just before Sam was about to knock again.

"Dude, don't rush perfection," Dean said putting a smile on his face.

"Okay well move it scar face I have to go," Sam said pushing pass Dean to his one man steed to the restroom. Dean made his way back to the car and stood there. His pain was easing off but his eyes were still growing heavy. He let out a long breath and leaned his head against the hood of the car.

Sam was washing his hands once he got through using the restroom. Looking himself over and seeing the scars on his left cheek, he groans at the scratches. Taking a towel he washed his dried blood and washed over them. He managed to clean them the best he could until he can take some pain killer for them and threw the towel away. He was about to leave when he notices a bunch of towels on the floor. He walked over to them. It's probably Dean's. Picking them up and throwing them in the trash, he left the restroom. Sam manages to get half way to the car before he stopped. Sitting in the passenger's seat sat Dean, with his eyes closed. Sam walked closer to the car to the passenger's side. Before he could say anything Dean spoke.

"You're driving."

"You're going to sleep now?"

"Yes Sam I'm going to sleep now, or are you going to complain about that too?"

Sam didn't say another word as he cross the car to the driver's side. Getting in, he started the car and pulled up on the highway.

"So where to," Sam asked.

"No where in particular just drive."

Sam didn't say another word as he cruise down the highway. Ten minutes later he could hear his brother snoring in the seat next to him. He threw a look at his brother and smiled. Dean was lying with his head lean back against the seat, with his mouth open. Sam was about to turn his head back to the front when he notice something on Dean's shirt. Turning his head to the front to make sure he wasn't going off the road and to make sure no car was in front of him, he looked down at his brother's shirt again. It was red, turning the shirt black on the side. Sam reached over and carefully lifted up Dean's jacket. A big spot on his shirt was covered, with blood. Dean why didn't you tell me you were bleeding, Sam said removing his hand from his brother's jacket as Dean begins to move. I tell you why, because he's a stubborn, selfish pig-headed jerk who rather bleed to death then tell you. Sam scoffed.

"We're stopping Dean, no matter how much you complain. We need this, you need this."

Hospitals are certainly not an option, so we can't go to any here. I'm just have to fix you up some place else. Thinking, Sam could only think of the nearest place he knows, and that is Kansas. Okay Kansas it is but where in Kansas? Missouri live in Kansas we could go there. But since our last visit there, I know how Dean feels about the place. He probably wouldn't want to go there, since it brings back old memories. And who is to blame him. Then that leave Chloe. I'm sure she won't mind us staying with her for awhile. At least until we can get our wounds cleaned and bandaged and some sleep. I hope we're still on speaking terms since the last time we spoke was two months ago. Dean moved again and he frowned at the movement. Sam saw it and nodded his head.

"Smallville it is."

Meg was swirling the dark red liquid in her golden cup as she chant some words. She was standing in the old warehouse where she had the boys tied up after the Davaes attack them. She stopped swirling the red liquid and lowered her chanting when there was a growl behind her. Putting down the cup on the table, she turned around, only to be met with four red glowing eyes.

"I need you to find the Winchester's boys for me."

"Why, can't handle a couple of demon hunters," a man voice answered.

"Let's just say they think I'm died. Besides I have other business to attend to, so can you do it or not?"

"What do you want us to do with them once we find them," a woman voice asked.

"I don't care, do whatever you want," Meg said angrily. "Just keep them busy."

"Yes, mama," the man voice answered.

"Besides, they shouldn't give you much trouble since the Davaes got a hold to them. Now go."

The four eyes disappeared and Meg turned back around to her cup.

"I hope you're ready boys."

AN: So what did you think? Review and tell me any comments or thoughts on this chapter. I wasn't really sure about this chapter, I just put something in.