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Chapter 6 Tell Me About John Glock

Knowing that he was on his own now, like he knew deep down he would be, Sam decided that after class he would make his usual stop at the cafe. This time however, maybe he would be lucky enough for Dean to admit that it was some kind of twisted joke, but deep down he knew that no matter how mad, his brother was he wouldn't hold out this long. So, he looked around and spotted his duffel and went for the proof that it held inside.

After having his head stuffed full of knowledge, he was eager to get to the cafe. Only to find when he got there that "John" was nowhere to be found.

Hey, where's your employee of the month? He asked the manager.

"Are you talking about John, because he yells at half of the customers and flirts with the rest." Walter says with a chuckle.

"Yeah that'd be the guy that I'm looking for. Sam says with a smile, but then decides that maybe Walter could help him out a bit. Hey Walt, what can you tell me about John?" He asked nevous about what he may hear.

"Man, I'd like to help you out, but it's really not my place to talk about employee's. Now if you asked me something about his work ethic, that would be an exception." Walter explained.

"Okay so tell me about his work ethic then." Sam said thinking any insight to the man, that he knew was his brother was better than none at all.

"Well then, he has his days. Especially when he has a headache. He's a moody smart ass, but he is a hard worker, and will do anything I ask." Walter answered. "He also doesn't cause any drama, which is a plus. To tell you the truth though, I worry about the boy, he doesn't talk to anyone other than work related things. It's like he doesn't want to need anyone." Walter added with a shake of his head.

"How long have you known him?" Sam asked happy that someone was at least trying to look out for his brother.

"Almost two years. He's a good guy, but he's as stubborn as they come." Walter answered as he stared at one of his employee's who looked a bit frazzled in the rush of customers.

"I know you're busy, but do you happen to know where John would be?" Sam asked curiously.

"Yeah, he's probably at Ed's garage, about 10 miles away." Walter answered as he walked up to the employee to help her out.

"Okay thanks, Walt." Sam said with a nod.

"Sure thing see you tomorrow Sam." Walt anwered with a wave.

A few minutes later Sam pulled into the lot of Ed's garage.

"Hey, would John Glock happen to be here right now?" Sam asked an older guy at the desk.

"That would depend on who's asking." The man answered with a raised brow.

"A friend...My name is Sam Winchester." Sam answered politely.

"You say you're his friend, I don't recall John ever having any friends." The man said as he turned to make his way to the actual garage.

"John, there is some annoying person here that says that they need to talk to you, he says he is your friend." Ed answered with a chuckle.

"I don't have any friends." John told Ed as he wiped the grease from his hands.

"What's the deal with the last names?" Ed asked with a shake of his head. Glock and Winchester.

"Aww crap...he about yay high and looks like someone kicked his puppy?" John asked as he raised his hand to Sam's approximate height.

"Sounds bout right." Ed said with a nod.

"He'll wait." John answered as his attention resumed on the car he was currently working on.

"Okay son, after you get that one done you can head on home, looks like rain." The older man told him knowing that John was on foot.

"Yes sir." John answered with a smile, he had already worked 10 hours that day and was happy to take off.

"I'll leave you to it then." Ed said as he walked away to tell Sam that John would be out in a few minutes.

TBC