Chapter 2

The brothers were in their second day at the motel and Sam gathered their clothes to take to the small laundry room and wash them. He found a gym and was going to work out, while the clothes were washing. He usually went jogging, but this would be better. He could do two things at once. Sam left Dean splayed out on his bed with a box of takeout pizza and beers watching a marathon of Dr. Sexy, MD. He had an ice pack on his shoulder to help with the swelling and soreness as the shoulder healed.

They had helped themselves to the free complimentary breakfast in the lobby earlier after Dean found the brochure about the service. Sam pretended not to know him when Dean piled his plate with bacon and eggs. He got waffles and fruit and took a table on the other side of the room and ignored Dean while he read the newspaper.

Sam gave up trying to get him to move after a couple of failed attempts and a 'hell no', he did not want to go do anything in the gym Sam had found. He was crippled right now and was not getting off the bed any time soon. Dean was taking some down time and that meant just that, down time to do nothing physical or mental that would tax his body.

When the clothes were washed, Sam stopped long enough to put them in dryers and went back to working out. He knew it would take about forty-five minutes to an hour for them to dry and was going to enjoy his time in the gym. He put on his music and positioned his ear buds before turning the treadmill back on and setting the pace where he was easily jogging.

The clothes were done when Sam stepped back into the laundry room and looked at the dryers. He grabbed a buggy to empty the dryers and went to a small table to fold the clean clothes. Sam packed them back into a duffel and headed back to their room. He found Dean had gone to sleep and the ice pack had slid off his shoulder.

Sam picked it up from Dean's side and felt it deciding he needed more ice in it. He went to the bathroom to dump the water from it and to the fridge freezer to pull the bucket of ice out he had put there and filled it again. Once he had that done, he gently placed it back in place on Dean's shoulder and held it there as he shifted in his sleep but did not wake. When he stilled, Sam let go and stepped away, watching to be sure it stayed in place. He figured by the time they were ready to leave he would have some use of his arm but was going to suggest they head for Bobby's to let it finish healing. He did not want them taking another hunt while Dean was still not a hundred percent.

Sam pulled his full duffle closer and took out Dean's clean clothes to pack in his duffle before deciding on what to have for lunch. He grabbed the room and car keys deciding to find a store and buy some food so they could fix their own meal since there was a kitchenette. He would only need enough for two days and they could get breakfast in the lobby the next three days.

He usually did not cater to Dean like this but since he was injured worse than him, Sam would baby him for a day or two. He scribbled a note and left it on the pillow by a sleeping Dean and quietly let himself out of the room to run his errands. He was going to make sure and get some popcorn since there was a free wrestling match on tonight, he was sure Dean was going to watch.

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Sam let himself into the room with bags in both hands. He looked to the bed but did not see Dean and heard the commode flush in the bathroom.

"About time you got back with my car," Dean fussed when he stepped back into the room.

"I went to get some food so we wouldn't have to go back out. And yes, I got you more beer," Sam said. He sat his purchases on the counter and started putting the cold items in the fridge and sat the rest on the counter. "I picked up a couple of subs for lunch and chicken for dinner tonight."

"What, no steaks?"

"Chicken is better for you," Sam replied. "But I did get you a pie for dessert."

"Now you're talking," Dean praised. He grunted when he started to use his left arm and rubbed his shoulder.

"How's the shoulder doing?"

"Getting there, still hurts."

"Did you take some meds?"

"Yes Mom," Dean said sarcastically.

"You want chips with your sub?" Sam asked pulling two subs from a bag and sitting them on the table.

"Sure, why not."

Sam pulled a bag of chips out, opened them and placed the bag between them as he got a green tea for himself to drink.

"You did good Sammy. Come to papa," Dean cooed trying to pick up his sub with both hands and keep his left arm pressed to his side so he wouldn't irritate his shoulder. He got the sandwich to his mouth and bit off a large bite, humming to himself with the burst of flavors. Sam knew him well and got everything he liked on his sub.

"I thought we'd head for Bobby's from here so we both can finish healing," Sam suggested. "Neither of us needs to be hunting until we're completely well."

"Not a bad idea Sammy. Wouldn't do either of us any good getting hurt or worse I guess."

"So, we'll take it easy here the next two days and head on to Bobby's."

"Yeah, but after the free breakfast. When does the fight start tonight?"

"The main one is on at eight I think, but there are a couple of bouts before that. I think they begin around three or four this afternoon."

"Great, this is the way to live Sammy, too bad we can't do this more often."

"I know, the gym was nice and I'm going to sit out by the pool this afternoon and read. I'd get in the pool, but not with the gash on my arm."

"Only you would think about doing something nerdy."

"It relaxes me."

"You know what relaxes me?" Dean asked arching an eyebrow and smirking.

"Nope, don't need to know. Eat your sandwich," Sam insisted sternly.

Dean chuckled and took another bite of his sandwich watching Sam squirm under his gaze because Sam knew he mean hot sex with a gorgeous woman.

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The next two days passed by too quickly for both brothers. They felt like they were living in the lap of luxury staying at the motel and was sad to know they were having to leave the next morning by eleven am.

Dean decided to take another long bath the night before and brought two beers int the bathroom with him so he would not have to depend on Sam to wait on him. He soaked until the water turned cold and he had to get out since his skin was looking like a prune by then. Of course, Sam teased him about taking longer in the bathroom than he did and having a fruity, sweet smell wafting off him from the bath oils he put in the water.

Sam enjoyed the gym and reading by the pool where he caught some rays. It felt good to act normal for a few days and do what other people did for a change. He took his journal with him the last day he sat by the pool and added several entries about their last hunts. He also added a few personal notes of his own before closing it and getting his book to finish it before he left.

"Man Sammy, I'm going to miss this," Dean sighed as he put the last of his clothes into his duffle.

"I know, it was so peaceful and nice here."

"Did you call Bobby to let him know we're heading his way?"

"Yeah, he's on a hunt with another hunter but should be back in a couple days. And he also said if we break it, we've bought it."

"Yep, that's Bobby," Dean surmised.

"Do you want me to drive first?" Sam asked.

"Naw, I'll drive first and then you can take a turn."

"Alright, did you check the bathroom to be sure we got everything?"

"Yep and snatched me a few of those little bottles of smelly stuff too," Dean nodded pleased with himself.

"Guess we should pack the car and head out. It's almost time for checkout anyway."

"Goodbye room, it was nice while it lasted," Dean sighed giving it one final look. He picked up his duffle and headed to the Impala.

"What he said," Sam whispered picking up his duffle and the weapon's bag in one hand and looped a couple of plastic bags on his other hand of the leftover food he had bought. It was not much, but they could use it at Bobby's while they stayed with him.

Once everything was stowed in the car, Dean cranked her up and headed out to the road that would take them back to the interstate. It would be late evening by the time they got to the salvage yard since they were getting a late start from the motel. Both had eaten a large breakfast that would hold them over until they got to Sioux Falls, plus, Sam had snagged some fruit to have to eat along the way. He was sure Dean would turn his nose up to the fruit but was sure he would grab something when they stopped for gas.

"Did you see any weather before we left?" Dean asked looking at the clouds in the distance, the same way they were driving.

"I think there were some storms in the forecast, but I don't really remember," Sam replied looking out the windshield the same way Dean was staring.

"Well, looks like we're heading straight into it."

"Maybe it'll veer some other way before we get there."

"Don't know, looks like a pretty big storm to me." Dean merged onto the interstate and found a lane he liked and pushed on. He kept an eye on the dark, ominous clouds that got closer with each mile he put behind them. If the storm got too bad, he would find an exit and pull off until it passed. Dean would not take any chances when it came to his Baby.

A/N: The brothers are heading to Bobby's to finish recuperating. Things will start picking up and the mystery will be discovered. Thank you for taking this journey with me, hope you are enjoying it. I do like reviews. NC