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3:00 AM Madness
Chapter three
11:50 AM
Dean quickly shoved the paper under his bed spread when he heard Sam moaning as he started to wake up. He didn't know what to do. Was Sam somehow involved in the woman's death? He couldn't be, he knew his brother would never hurt an innocent person, but…Sam had been acting strange lately and had said he felt like killing someone, and he had beaten the hell out of that man in the alley. What the hell was going on? Could he have taken some of his rage out on this woman before he flipped out on the man he wondered? Dean knew only one thing for certain; no matter what, he had to protect his brother. They had to get out of town, and get out soon.
Sam slowly climbed out of bed and walked over to Dean.
"Oh good, coffee…" He ran his hand through his hair as he picked up the coffee Dean had brought back for him and took a swallow. "What's wrong?" He said seeing Dean looking at him strangely.
"Oh…uh…nothing." Dean turned away trying to hide his worry.
"Dude, I can tell something's wrong. What's up?"
"Look Sam, we've been hanging around this town long enough. I say we pack the car and head west."
"West? I thought we were going to check into that haunted bar sometime today?"
"I think we should look for something more our style…you know something that's actually hurting people….This bar ghost or what ever it is seems pretty benign to me."
"Well yeah…but I figured since we're in town we might as well give it a look, that's why we came here in the first place."
"Nah…I think it's time we head on out of here. I read about a town in Wisconsin where a family is being assaulted by a malevolent spirit. That's more our style."
Sam frowned; he knew something was bothering his brother.
"What's going on Dean? Talk to me…I can tell something's up."
"Nothing's up Sammy…"
Sam gave him a little smile.
"Hey this doesn't have to do with what happened last night does it? I'm sorry I didn't come back right away…I just needed to clear my head."
"No, I just think our help could be better used elsewhere." Dean stood up and walked over to a bureau and began packing.
"Boy you really are serious about leaving aren't you?" As Sam turned around to look at Dean he saw the corner of the paper sticking out from under the cover and started to reach for it but Dean saw him and grabbed it, yanking it out of his brother's hand.
"Owwww!" Sam yelped as the paper cut his hand. "Damn it Dean give me the paper!" Sam yelled grabbing it back from his brother.
"There's nothing in it!" Dean started to reach for it but Sam quickly turned his back to him as he looked at the headlines.
He slowly lowered the paper, his face white as he turned back and looked at Dean. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out as he handed the paper back to his brother.
"Sammy that doesn't mean a thing. A lot of people leave that bar and pass through that alley. It doesn't have anything to do with us."
Sam flopped down on the edge of the bed.
"Dean…I dreamt I had killed a girl last night…Oh God you don't think…" Sam looked up at his brother as his eyes filled with tears. "You think I'm involved don't you?" He said when he saw the worried look on Dean's face.
"I don't think anything Sam…and I don't want you to either. This has nothing to do with us."
"If it doesn't have anything to do with us why are you in such a big hurry to leave town…You think I did it don't you? You think I killed that girl. That's why you want to leave."
"No!...No I don't think you did it Sammy. But we were in that alley last night and we don't need those guys we fought with pointing the finger at us. If the cops look in our trunk or glove compartment and see our weapons we're history Sam. The best thing we can do is get out of town."
"Then you go…take the car and go…I'll meet up with you later."
"What? What are you nuts? I'm not leaving without you."
"Dean I can't leave…"
"Why not? I say we book on out of here. Why look for trouble?"
"I'm not looking for trouble. If I'm not involved in this, well then everything's fine… But if I am…if I killed that woman…I'm not going to run from it…I have to face it, I have to know."
"I'm not asking you to run from it Sam. I know you didn't do this, I know you don't have it in you to hurt an innocent person."
"But then why do I feel like I was there Dean? Why can I picture it happening? Why do I feel like ..." Sam blinked back tears as he looked at his brother. "Why do I feel like I killed her?"
TBC
