"Jess excuse us." Sam said as he pulled away from her pushing Dean and I toward the door of the apartment. I opened it swiftly grabbing Dean's wrist pulling him along with me as I made for the stairs leading back down toward the car. "Come on, you can't just break in in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you." Sam argued as he walked behind us.
"You're not hearing me Sammy, Dad's missing we need your help to find him." Dean tried as he turned to look at him for a second before continuing down the stairs beside me. "You remember the poltergeist in Amherst, or the Devil's Gates in Clifton?" Sam called as he descended down the stairs behind us. "He's always missing and he's always fine." Sam cried as he reached out grabbing Dean's arm stopping the both of us. "Not for this long, now are you gonna come with us or not?" Dean asked looking up at Sam his hand finding mine.
"I'm not." Sam said quickly. "Why not?" Dean asked sounding confused by Sam's choice. "I swore I was done hunting for good." Sam said with a serious look on his face putting his foot down. "Come on, it wasn't easy but it wasn't that bad." Dean argued as her turned and started walking again pulling me with him. "Yeah, when I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45." Dean scoffed shaking his head stopping before the gate that lead to the parking lot. "What was he supposed to do?" Dean asked. "I was nine years old, he was supposed to say 'Don't be afraid of the dark.'" "Don't be afraid of the dark are you kidding me, of course you should be afraid of the dark you know what's out there." Dean said in disbelief giving Sam a look.
"Yeah I know but still, the way we grew up after mom was killed and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, but we still haven't found the damn thing so we kill everything we can find." Sam cried out his frustration as he looked at Dean. "Save a lot of people doing it too." Dean argued giving Sam a look as Sam scoffed glaring at him. "You think Mom would have wanted this for us." Sam said and my eyes widened immediately finding Dean's figure in the darkness. Dean seemed to freeze for a moment before glaring at Sam and forcing the gate open dropping my hand as he walked through it leaving Sam and I behind before Sam rushed forward followed closely by me. "The weapon training and the melting the silver into bullets, man Dean we were raised like warriors." Sam said calmly as he tried to get across how much he wanted nothing to do with this life.
"So what are you gonna do, are you just gonna live some normal apple pie life is that it?" Dean questioned as they walked toward the car stopping near the trunk. I sighed shaking my head already done with the argument wishing the two of them would just work something out. "No, not normal safe." Sam shot back at Dean his face serious as he met Dean's gaze strongly. "And that's why you ran away." Dean said after a moment his words more of a statement as he turned from Sam. "I was just going to college, it was dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone and that's what I'm doing." Dean face was stern and concerned as he spoke up. "Dad's in real trouble right now if he's not dead already I can feel it."
It was quiet between the brothers as they looked at each other but I could see Sam beginning to change his mind. "We can't do this alone." Dean said finally breaking the wall of silence that had fallen around the three of us. "Yes you can." "Yeah, Well I don't want to." Dean said finally looking away from his brother to look at me as I leaned lightly against the driver's side of the car staring at both of the boys as they talked. His gaze was torn from mine however when Sam sighed shaking his head. "What was he hunting?" He asked finally giving in. I smiled and stepped forward opening the trunk for Dean as he moved around Sam to stand beside me.
"Alright let's see where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean asked aloud as he started moving guns and knives out of the way as he dug through the messy hidden compartment of the trunk. "So when dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam asked as he came to stand on Dean's left side. "We were working our own gig this voodoo thing down in New Orleans." Dean answered as he handed me a book that kept sliding in his way. "Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourselves?" Sam asked sounding doubtful. "We're 26 dude." Dean answered for the both of us. "Alright here we go" Dean said as he finally located the documents he was looking for pulling them from their file. "So dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California." Dean explained as he looked over the papers reaching over to hand Sam one. "About a month ago this guy they found his car but he'd vanished completely M.I.A."
Sam looked at the papers for a few moments the wheels in his mind turning. "So maybe he was kidnapped." Sam said trying to come up with a logical explanation looking back up at Dean. "Yeah, well here's another one in April another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92." He listed of as he placed more papers in Sam's view. "Ten of them over the past twenty years all mean all same five mile stretch of road." Dean said before reaching back into the trunk for something else to drive his point home. "Started happening more and more so Dad went to go dig around, that was about three weeks ago I haven't heard from him since which is bad enough." Dean went on as he pulled out something I couldn't quite see from the angle I had.
"And then I get this voice mail yesterday." He said before clicking a button John's voice flowing through the speakers. "Dean something is starting to happen I think it's serious I need to try to figure out what's going on." John said the audio becoming to distorted to make out before his voice came flooding back. "Be very careful Dean, we're all in danger." I shook my head reaching up to fiddle with my necklace is words making my nervous. "You know there's EVP on that?" Sam asked after the message had shut off. I cracked a smile reaching over to pat him on the back. "No bad Sammy, kinda like riding a bike isn't it?" I asked a teasing tone finding my voice.
Dean smiled despite the situation and started playing around with the device again. "Alright, I slowed the message down and ran it through a Goldwave and took out the hiss and this is what I got." He said before hitting play again. "I can never go home." A woman's voice whispered sending chills down my spine. I removed my arm from around Sammy and moved back to Dean's side. "Never go home." Sam repeated quietly looking up to meet Dean's gaze. Dean nodded a little and moved back from the trunk allowing me to close the hatch and the trunk as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "You know in almost two years, we've never bothered you never asked you for a thing." I spoke up turning to look at him after I had locked the trunk. Sam sighed looking away from the both of us.
"Alright, I'll go." Sam said bringing a small smile to my face. "I'll help you find him but I have to get back first thing Monday, just wait here." He said as he turned around to walk back up to his apartment to grab a bag and say goodbye to Jess no doubt. "What's first thing Monday?" I asked beating Dean to the question receiving a glare in return from said man. "I have an interview." Sam explained turning back to us. "What, a job interview skip it." Dean said shrugging his shoulders lightly. "It's a law school interview and it's my whole future on a plate." Sam revealed.
"Law school?" Dean asked his tone unreadable. "So we got a deal or not?" Sam asked only receiving a nod in return. Sam looked at the two of us before continuing back to his apartment. "I can't believe he actually agreed to come along." I said breaking the silence as Dean and I waited for his brother to return. Dean nodded pursing his lips a little turning to look at me. "I have charm sweetheart I could talk anybody into anything." He joked as he grinned at me. I scoffed rolling my eyes reaching up to slap his chest playfully. "You wish." I said giggling as I leaned away from the car moving toward the door to the backseat. "I'm going to go ahead and try to catch up on some well missed sleep; you wait for our big lawyer to come back." I called over my shoulder as I slid into the backseat settling against the leather as I pulled the door shut behind me. I heard his laugh from outside though it was muffled by the car. I smiled shaking my head as I got comfortable on the seat closing my eyes.
I woke with a start when I hand firmly shook me from my sleep. "Jesus Dean." I grumble sitting up glaring at him. "Sorry Valentine." He teased using my childhood nickname as he slide out of the car popping his head through the open back window I'm heading inside want anything special?" He asked I hummed in thought taking a second to notice it was now morning and we were parked at a gas station. "Coke please." I requested with a smile. "You got it." He called over his shoulder as he turned to head inside.
"You have him wrapped around your finger." Sam said suddenly from the front seat drawing my attention to him. I scoffed rolling my eyes. "No I don't he was just asking what I wanted." "He's never called you Valentine." He explained as he turned to look at me a small smirk plastered onto his face. "So we've gotten closer over the years, that's what happens when you save each other almost every day of your life." I said turning my head to look out the window ignoring his eye roll. "Hey you want breakfast?" Dean asked Sam as he walked through the door handing me my pop and a bag of my favorite chips. "No thanks, so how'd you pay for that stuff?" Sam asked he sat looking through Dean's collection of cassette tapes. "You and Dad still running credit card scams?" "Yeah well hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career." Dean answered as he stuck the gas nuzzle back into the pump. "Besides all we do is apply it's not our fault they send us the cards."
Sam gave a breathy chuckle and turning his eyes back to the tapes. "Oh yeah and what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam questioned with an amused smile as he closed his door watching as Dean climbed back in behind the steering wheel. "Uh Bert Aframian, his son Hactor, and his daughter Beth, scored three cards out of the deal." "Sounds about right." Sam said nodding as he picked up a few tapes. "I swear man you have got to update your cassette-tape collection." "Why?" Dean asked sounding slightly offended.
"Well for one they're cassette tapes, and two; Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica, it's the greatest hits of mullet rock." Sam said in a teasing manor. "House rules Sammy, driver picks the music shotgun shuts his cake hole and besides majority rules." Dean said grinning as he popped Metallica into the player. "Sammy is a chubby twelve year old, its Sam okay?" Sam complained shooting Dean a look.
"Sorry I can't hear you the music's too loud." Dean called over the music as he turned it up tearing out of the gas station with a cheeky chuckle.