Be Made of Salt And... chp 7
Thanks for the reviews. Please keep them coming. Sorry for the long delay in getting chapter 6 up, but I was at camp where we didn't have a lot of computer access and I moved to Tennessee. I'm all set up now, so this story is almost over and I've already started work on the next one in this series. If you put all the titles together, you might get a good laugh.
The next morning, Tommy snuck out before the sun had really risen and gone for a long walk. He wasn't into running, unless something was chasing him. Swimming was another matter though and whenever he had the chance he scouted out the local pool and did a few laps. It was a way for him to relax and put things together.
In Mission Falls, the only pool was at the local high school and it was four miles from their hotel. It hadn't occurred to him to leave a note until he was at the pool. He shrugged and dove in, letting the water settle around him as his six foot two frame knifed through the water with swift, sure strokes. His brown hair that was kept slightly longer than Dean's was plastered to his head as he did a flip turn at the other end of the pool. At times like this, his eyes became more green than hazel, allowing him to look more like Sam and their mom than their father. Tommy settled into his stroke and allowed everything else to fade into the background.
"God dammit! Where the hell could he have gone?" Dean practically shouted, pulling on his jeans as he waited for Sam to come up with some kind of answer.
"I don't know Dean. I was asleep, just like you, remember?" Sam really hated it when Dean would look to him for answers that he thought Sam should know just because he and Tommy could connect with each other.
Dean sighed and ran a hand through his short, somewhat spiky hair before taking a seat on the bed.
"Okay. He didn't run off because all of his stuff is still here and the Impala is still in the lot."
Sam nodded. "If he was going anywhere far, he would have taken the car." Tommy was the only one of the two younger brothers that had the nerve to take off in the car without Dean's permission.
"So where the hell would he go?"
Silence stood out thick in the room for several minutes before Sam groaned.
"I'm such an idiot." He got to his feet. "Where did he always go when he had gotten into an argument with dad or something was bothering him?"
Dean grinned. "The pool."
They wasted no time in leaving the hotel to locate the nearest pool that was open to the public.
Tommy had been swimming laps for almost an hour. Somewhat surprising since he hadn't really been keeping up with it over the past few months. When he paused to grab his towel without raising his head and grabbed a shoe instead, he knew that he was in for it. With a sigh he pulled himself out of the water to sit on the edge of the pool.
"Took you long enough." He grabbed the towel that had been thrown at him and started drying off.
"Yeah well, we had to get over wanting to kick your ass across the country and back first." Dean shook his head. "What the hell were you thinking? Oh wait, you weren't thinking."
"Dean's right Tommy. You should have at least left us a note."
He sighed. "I didn't even think about a note until I got here to the pool. And I don't my cell with me, so I calling was out of the question as well." He climbed slowly to his feet. "Look, all I can promise is that I'll leave a note next time, okay?"
Dean snorted. "You don't, and I'm kicking your ass to Pastor Jim's and back twice over." He shook his head. "Swimming?"
Tommy grinned. "I don't run unless I'm being chased."
"I can think of a few other times you've ran." Sam remarked, grinning as Tommy slid his jeans on over his trunks and grabbed his shirt as they started walking out to the Impala.
"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow at his youngest brother, then grinned at the pair of girls that headed in to use the pool.
Dean laughed softly. "My boy did learn something from me after all."
Tommy snorted. "Yeah, not to use cheap lines on a girl that might have a right hook."
It was Sam's turn to raise an eyebrow at his brother. "Something I'm missing here?"
"Only if Tommy wants to walk back to the motel." This came from Dean, who had already climbed into the Impala.
"Ask me later Sam." Tommy climbed into the back seat. "By the way, I was doing some research on the net last night. Think I might have found us a new job."
"Oh? What this time?" Sam asked, his attention temporarily drawn away from tormenting their oldest brother.
"If I'm reading things right, it's a Wendigo."
Dean started them back to the motel. "A Wendigo huh? Could be interesting."
Sam snorted. "And with you saying that, things are going to be harder than they should be."
Dean just grinned and turned up the radio a bit more, AC/DC's "Hell's Bells" blaring through the speakers. "Don't you know it."
Fini
See the next story in the arc: Be Blessed With Holy Water
