Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I hope that any questions you guys have get answered in this chapter. If not, the next chapter will clear it up.

CHAPTER THREE: Caged

After figuring out that the boy's room was 105 and not 104, (the old woman who had been in the middle of a shower was a little surprised when a middle-aged man barged into her room), John began to prep.

He dumped the contents of his duffle he had grabbed from the trunk of his car onto the bed, rifling through it until finding the can of spray paint.

"Sorry, boys." He muttered once he had finished spray painting a devil's trap underneath the tacky rug in the middle of the room. He pulled out his '45, double checking that the bullets had devil's traps carved into them which he had learned from none other than Bobby.

As John was busy packing his stuff back up, his eye caught the edge of a piece of paper sticking out from under one of the pillows. Figuring it wasn't invading any privacy, John removed the pillow.

His breath caught at the complete beauty that was Mary Winchester standing in the photograph. The edges were worn and the picture looked as if it had been folded and removed from pockets for years. John felt his heart tug at the thought that his boys still carried this with them and remembered there mom.

After regaining his composure, he took one more once over of the room, wondering if there was anything else. Satisfied with his work, John slipped out of the room like he was never there.

….

Bobby had followed Sam to the local diner and watched him go inside and sit down at a booth in the back of the modern restaurant.

Grabbing his gun and stuffing it into his waistband, the old hunter got out of the car and went into the diner making sure he was far enough from Sam that he wouldn't notice him, yet close enough to hear what was going on.

"What can I get ya?" The perky waitress asked the demon, a flirty grin plastered to her face.

"What do you recommend…" Sam's voice got seductively low as he took a glance at the girl's nametag. "Jenny?" He finished with a slight tilt to his lip.

Jenny giggled nervously as she wrote something down. She sent a quick wink to the taller demon before scurrying off to get whatever the hell she decided he would want.

When Jenny (who still hadn't waited on Bobby), returned with Sam's food, the demon beckoned for her to sit down. Relenting tentatively, Sam's voice dropped to barely above a whisper as the waitress sat down. She hadn't even noticed the disgusted look the demon had given as he pushed away the steaming plate in front of him.

Not liking where this was going, Bobby jumped up from his booth and hurried over to Sam, sliding into the seat next to him and pushing him out of the way.

"Hey there… sweetie," Bobby forced out, looking at Sam, "Good job at getting a table for us." Thinking he better be safe than sorry, the old hunter threw a possessive arm around the shocked demon.

Recognition passed across Jenny's features and Bobby swears she couldn't have fled from the booth faster.

The hunter quickly moved to the opposite side of the booth before Sam could hit him.

"What the fuck?" The demon growled, obviously pissed about Bobby interrupting him when he was about to close a deal.

The old drunk put on a fake hurt expression. "Are you saying you didn't miss me?" He asked, trying to hide his amusement.

"What I miss," Sam began, venom lacing his words as he kept his voice hushed, "Is being able to close a fucking deal without some damn hunter showing up."

"We need to talk." Bobby began, folding his hands together on top of the table.

"About my mom right? I won't believe a word that comes out of your mouth so you might as well leave. You're wasting your breath." With that, Sam got up and pulled out his cell phone, dialing a number as he left the diner.

"Hello-"

Sam barely gave his brother time to respond before he chimed in, aggravation in his tone. "Next time I say don't kill someone, tell me to shut up and do it anyways. Meet me back at the motel."

As Sam began the long walk back to the motel, he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. He normally didn't get that angry but with talk about his mom and demonic tendencies, he couldn't control it sometimes.

….

When Bobby returned to his motel room, he glanced around at the empty room confused as to where John could've gone.

Unfortunately for Dean and Bobby, they both made it back to their rooms before John and Sam did.

At first, Bobby figured Dean was back by the sound of the Impala's engine reverberating off the walls. But after a minute or so, the loud growl that came from two doors over was a clearer sign.

"Balls." Bobby realizing that he couldn't leave a homicidal demon alone trapped in a motel room, rushed two doors over.

"Let me the fuck out." Dean spat as soon as the door opened. The old drunk eyed the fuming demon stuck in the middle of the rug, fight ready.

"I have a few questions first." Bobby answered, trying to think of some way to stall before Sam and John got back.

"I'll be happy to talk outside of this trap." Dean hissed, clenching his fists.

"It's a bit strange, Demons crisscrossing the country making deals. Shouldn't you be at some crossroads?" Bobby questioned, wanting to know as much about these boys.

"The King wasn't happy with the numbers that were coming in and decided to send us out about a decade ago." He raised a shoulder lazily in a half shrug as a sly grin teased at his lips.

"I see you boys have been keeping busy." The old hunter noted, nodding at the map hanging off the wall.

Another shrug. "I guess, why? You interested?" Cockiness was radiating off of the demon, confident in the fact that his brother would bust in at any moment and take care of this hunter.

Little did he know Bobby had back up as well.

"Do you-" Bobby started, Dean cutting him off with a hand gesture.

"You know, the more you talk, the more I really regret not killing you." The demon's eyebrows furrowed in hatred as he heard someone unlocking the door from the outside. "Looks like my brother's here. You really should've been more prepared."

"No, you should have." John barged in the room, taking in the scene of a relieved looking hunter and a highly pissed off demon.

"What do you want?" Dean asked, his words sharp.

"To talk." John answered simply, hoping he can make his eldest son understand.

Dean's eyes flashed to the doorway, a mischievous glint in his eyes as his brother walked in. "What the hell is going on in here?"

….

TBC

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