(Chapter 14! I know I left you all with a pretty big cliff hanger the last chapter. I'm really sorry about that but I thought it was a good way to end it. I worked really hard to get this chapter done for you all so you didn't have too long of a wait.
Thank you so much to whatnosheep, LilyBolt, PriWinchester, lenail125, EmilyAnnMcGarrett-Winchester, ArtistKurai and criminally charmed for your reviews on the last chapter. I'm glad you liked it.
I hope you like this one.
All mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Also I have a very important AN at the end of the chapter so please read that. Thank you.
I do not own Supernatural.)
Dean put his arm out to stop Sam from entering the apartment. His good mood from that morning had evaporated.
"Sam, I want you to go across to the manager and tell her to call the police." He whispered looking at his younger brother. Sam didn't answer and didn't make a move to do what Dean had asked him to do.
"Sam, go and call the police, now." Dean snapped. Sam jumped and ran down the hall and out the door as fast as he could go. Now that Sam would be out of harm's way if someone was in the apartment, Dean licked his lips and slid his backpack off. It fell off his shoulder with a dull thud, weighed down with his notebooks and textbooks that he needed for his morning classes, he reached in and grabbed the knife he kept in there just in case. Toeing the door open he stepped inside.
"Hello." Dean called out stepping on some pages from one of Sam's school books. He made his way through the kitchen where dishes were tossed haphazardly in a pile, most of them broken as if someone just tossed them out of the cupboard. The living room seemed ok for the most part, the TV that Dean had splurged on was broken as if someone had put their foot through it. No one was in there so Dean proceeded to the bedrooms. They seemed to come off the worst of the whole apartment. Sam's bookshelf that he had put his textbooks and other story books he had or people had gotten him was knocked over the books scattered around the floor along with his clothing. His mattress was off the frame and like someone had just chucked it into the middle of the room. Dean backed out and went into his own bedroom. His clothing was tossed randomly all over and some of his own textbooks where missing pages as where some of his notebooks. Sighing as he looked around Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. This was going to be a bitch to pick up. Footsteps outside singled that Sam was back.
"The police are on their way and the manager is coming up," Sam said out of breath "She wants us to make a list of stuff that's missing so when the police get here they can put a notice out to pawn shops and what not, just in case the person goes and tries to pawn it."
"Ok, let's get to work." Dean sighed.
"Should we call someone?" Sam asked "Bobby maybe?"
"Yeah, why don't you call him I'll keep my eye out for the manager as well as starting on the list." Dean said as he grabbed his notebook and a pen and looked around. Sam nodded and went into the kitchen to call. Soon Dean could hear Sam talking on the phone to Bobby.
"Hey Bobby, its Sam. Well I have some great news and some not so great news." Dean heard Sam say into the phone. "Oh, don't worry, Dean and I are fine. Yeah, he got custody of me! Yeah, well that's one thing that we don't have to worry about any more. Yeah, yeah, Bobby, someone broke into our apartment. We don't know who. It might be John. I think Dean thinks it's John." Dean blocked out the rest of the conversation in favor of trying to see what was missing. Oddly as far as he could tell nothing was. Soon he heard footsteps coming up the hallway. Dean stepped out of Sam's bedroom and looked around. The manager was in the doorway. She looked around at the mess.
"I am so sorry this happened Mr. Winchester, are you and your brother alright? Is anything missing?" She asked.
"No, I don't think so." Dean said "How did this happen?"
"I don't know." Cassidy said "The police will want to have a full investigation I'm sure."
Sam soon came back from the kitchen looking at Dean.
"Hey Sam, what did Bobby say?" Dean asked.
"He wants us to stay somewhere else for now until he can get here. He's coming on the next flight out." Sam clarified as a puzzled expression appeared on Dean's face.
"Ahh, well, guess we need to find a place to crash for the night then." Dean said making his way into the kitchen to call someone.
"I already called Rachelle." Sam said.
"Aww, Sammy, why did you do that?" Dean asked "I could've called up Kenny and asked him if we could spend the night with his family, they're closer." Dean explained.
"Oh, well I didn't know." Sam said.
"It's ok, what did Rachelle say?" Dean asked.
"Nothing, she was at school, but her dad said that he wouldn't mind paying for a hotel room for us if we need it." Dean looked at Sam.
"Sam, we can't let him pay for a hotel room. I'll call up Kenny and ask him if we can crash at his place for a while." Dean sighed again and went to go make the call. After he got done, Kenny didn't pick up so it was starting to sound like they may have to take Rachelle's dads offer on the hotel room, the police one male and one female where there examining the apartment.
"Well, it looks like there has been no sign of a brake in-" the female officer started to say but Sam interrupted her.
"How could there not of been a brake in?" He asked.
"Look at the door and the lock. The frame would have been broken if it was kicked in as well as a shoe print, and if it was picked there would have been marks around the keyhole. There was none." The male officer explained.
"Oh shit!" Dean yelped slapping his hand against his forehead suddenly remembering somthing "I was so busy trying to get Sam and I out the door this morning that I forgot to lock it!"
"Well, that explains how he got into the apartment, but how did he get into the building?" The manager asked.
"I don't know, might not be too hard to play the 'I left my keys in my apartment' card." The female officer said.
"Yeah, I guess so." Cassidy nodded "Well, I have to get back and fill out paperwork for this brake in. I hope this gets straightened out soon." And she walked out grumbling about a long afternoon.
"Ok, so let's get right down to the nitty gritty then." The male officer said taking out a small notebook "Can you two think of anyone who may do something like this?"
"Yeah, our dad John Winchester," Dean said automatically earning a startled look from Sam for calling John dad "I took Sam from him when I left for New York. John was abusing him. So I ran away with Sam. John was going to kill him if I didn't. I just got parental guardianship of him today." Dean explained. The female officer looked at Sam then at Dean while her partner wrote down what Dean said.
"Ok, do you have any idea were your father may be?" the male officer asked.
"Maybe, we have a friend who keeps us up to date on where he may go and he did say that John was on his way to New York." Dean said.
"Ok, we'll look into it and see what we come up with. In the meantime, I'd suggest cleaning up the apartment and try to not think about it. If you do think of anything give us a call." The male officer handed Dean a card that read Oliver Twist. Dean took it then did a double take.
"Your name is Oliver Twist?" He asked skeptically.
"Yeah, my mother was a big Dickens fan and when she married dad, well she couldn't help herself." Oliver laughed a little "At any rate it helps people remember my name. Oh and if you can't get a hold of me just ask for Erma, that's my partners name." The female officer gave a curt nod of her head. Dean smiled back at her. "Anyway, like I was saying, you think of anything, give us a call, we'll, let you get started on picking up. " Oliver said then he followed Erma out of the apartment, leaving just Dean and Sam to pick up the mess and try to find a different place to sleep for a few days until Bobby got there. Dean called Kenny to ask if they could spend a few days with him but Kenny's place was apparently packed with out of town relatives so it looked like there was no other choice but to take Mr. Bryan up on his offer.
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"Sam, will you stay within eyeshot of me please!" Dean practically growled at Sam as Sam wondered around the hotel lobby, "Thank you so much Mr. Bryan." He added as he made to grab his bag from the floor. Richard waved Dean's thanks away.
"It's no problem, I just hope that the police get the maniac who broke into your house." He said.
"You and me both." Dean said looking at Sam again to make sure he didn't run off.
"Well, I'll let you get up to your room and I'll let Rachelle know where you're staying so she can see for herself you're alright." Richard smiled and went out the door to be swept up in the busy New York streets. Dean licked his lips and grabbed his and Sam's duffel bags, which they packed with just a few things, a few changes of clothing, toothbrushes, and the like and looked around for his younger brother. He found Sam by the water fountain in the middle of the hotel.
"Come on Sammy, let's head up to our room." Dean said getting Sam's attention by lightly smacking him with his bag. Sam glared at Dean and took his duffle and followed Dean across the dark crimson carpeted floor to the elevators. Dean pressed the up button and waited. Soon the double doors opened and the brothers stepped inside. One knee weakening trip later Dean opened the door to their hotel room.
"Holy cows!" Sam whispered looking at the room. Dean didn't even want to know how much Mr. Bryan had spent on the room for them. There were two queen sized beds each with dark blue comforters on them and four pillows. There was a flat screen TV on the wall directly across from the beds so if they cared to they could watch TV in bed. The carpet here was a different colour then the carpet in the lobby, a dark forest green that complemented the cholate brown walls.
"This room is amazing!" Dean said as he set his bag down and sat on the bed.
"This room is better than some of the motel rooms we've had to stay at with John!" Sam exclaimed as he went to look at the bathroom.
"Sam, our apartment is better than some of the motel rooms we've stayed at with that guy." Dean snorted as he flopped onto a bed and closed his eyes thinking. If John was in New York, then both of them where in more danger then Dean could even imagine.
(IMPORTANT AN: I have some bad news. Please don't hate me. As of today, this story is going on a short hiatus. I have school and work that demand my attention and I really need to focus on that. Again, I am sorry. Once my work load quits being so demanding I'll post again. I'm not going to abandon this story. I just thought you should know.)