Don't worry, I do realize how horrible a person I am for not posting, but what can I say? School sucks, and gets in the way of my writing time waaaay to much (imagine that, me, actually caring about my education…..crazy.)

So maybe, just maybe, you can somehow find it in your hearts to forgive me and maybe leave me a little review? Pleeeeeze?

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Chapter 26

"Can't We At Least Do Something?"

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"So did you guys figure out anything else while I was gone," Sam looked at Hannah with a smirk, "Or do you always need a college boy to finalize your statements?"

"Yeah you wish." Hannah replied, but couldn't actually think of anything that would redeem herself and Dean, so she thought of an excuse instead. "We were mostly going over the facts to see if we missed anything."

"Yeah," Dean agreed, "And besides, Sammy, you weren't gone that long either."

Sam only smiled, "Right."

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"So basically what we're doing right now is waiting for twenty four hours to pass, right?" Dean asked after they ran out of things to talk about.

"Yup." Hannah replied, her mind wandering in boredom.

Dean sighed. Only about two hours had passed since they had gotten out of the warehouse and he was bored already. Dean, stop thinkin' like that. He told himself. Everyone's worried about you becoming a psycho vampire forever and all you can think about is being bored. Then again…twenty four hours is a long time to wait when your just sitting there. "Can't we at least do something?" he said after he failed to find a reason to just wait around.

"Like what?" Hannah asked, her attention span lengthening at the chance to not sit around for a whole day.

"Like a game, or something?" Dean suggested with a small smile.

"Oh, and here I was thinking you had a relevant idea." She retorted, but inside, she rather liked the idea, "But why a game?" she added, furrowing her brow.

Dean shrugged, "Because we've got twenty-two hours, give or take, to kill and I don't plan on just sitting here with my thumb up my ass, waitin' for something to happen."

Hannah snorted, "Ok Mr. Smartass, aside from the fact that your hands are tied to a chair; a good distance away from you ass, how bout we play cards? That'll definitely work well for a person who's hands are 'out of comisson' for the time being."

"We could always cut you loose, Dean." Sam offered, with Hannah, after a while, nodded slightly in agreement.

"No way in hell." Dean replied rather quickly, "Not until we can be sure I won't try to rip anyone's throat out."

"Dean." Sam sighed, "Haven't you figured it out yet that we're willing to take that risk?"

Dean looked away.

"Why else would we be here?" Sam continued, "Remember when you had the heart attack and put on the whole 'I laugh in the face of death' act, yeah, you know what I'm talking about, well it didn't work then, and it isn't working now."

"I'm not dying this time, Sam."

"That doesn't matter! No matter how many people you say you trust, how many people you say you love; you always end up pushing them away...Dean, just because you're given a heavy cross to bear doesn't mean you have to bear it alone. You're just like…." Sam paused, "You're just like Dad."

Hannah looked at both brothers; having the feeling they weren't just on the subject of vampires anymore. Sam had stood up and was now towering over his brother, heaving from overexertion. Dean simply sat there staring at a dark corner of the room but not focusing on anything in particular. And though Hannah had never really asked about the boys' father (she only knew what little she had heard through the grapevine of hunters) she saw that this was something that they had never really come to terms with.

Dean finally met his brother's eyes and opened his mouth to say something but just them the door of the cellar opened and in walked Amanda, Katherine, and Oliver.

Dean used this break in the conversation to once again conveniently avoid answering to his brother. He instead slapped on a sly smirk, "Hey Guys!" he greeted, almost too cheerfully, "Come and join the party."

That's it, Dean, laugh it off like its all ok. Sam thought to himself.

Amanda smiled, apparently buying it, "Hey. How you guys holdin' up?"

Sam, having sat back down, looked up at her. He was about to tell her what really was the problem, but upon seeing her face and innocent questioning eyes, he lied, knowing full well it was exactly what Dean wanted. "Of all the things we should be— for example: worried— we're bored."

"Yeah, you don't, by chance have a TV that you'd be willing to hook up down here, do you?" Dean asked Katherine and Oliver, he obviously had no problems jumping right in.

"No." they answered curtly.

"Just asking."

"You get the cars ok?" Hannah asked.

"There were a few…hindrances," Said Amanda, "But it's all good now."

"Hindrances?" Asked Sam with concern, "You didn't run into the cops did you?"

Amanda shook her head, "No, but when we went on our little 'rescue mission' to save you guys, we sort of missed someone." She explained sheepishly, then retold the rest of her, Katherine, and Oliver's last encounter with a vampire.

"Wow. Nice work, Ollie. Where did you pick up the moves?" Hannah complimented the gunsmith when her friend had finished.

"Around." He smirked.

"Oh Mr. Mysterious now, are we?" She chuckled along with the rest of the room, until she saw the younger Winchester's gloomy look. "What's wrong, Sam?" She asked, suddenly growing serious.

"Nothing." He replied, changing his expression, "It's just that it makes me wonder what else we missed being so careless."

"Yeah, Dad would've killed if he found out we missed a vampire 'he could've started a whole new nest'." Dean interjected, imitating his father.

"Well excuse us of we were a little busy saving you to go off and look for stragglers." Hannah retorted.

The five talked awhile, trying to kill more time, but after about an hour or so, Oliver said he had a commission to finish up and, naturally, Katherine followed, saying she needed to man the Shop. This left Amanda, Hannah, Sam, and Dean to entertain themselves...

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The lamest ending to the lamest, most useless chapter ever! But, alas, it was necessary for the continuation of the story. And have no fear, things'll most definitely pick up next time, which I'm hoping wont take as much time as this one did…it was a little disappointing wasn't it?

Aaaaaanywho, sorry guys, I should have more time when the full effects of Christmas ensue, but until then, Junior year is a B

Sooooo as usual,

Until next time (which is hopefully soon-ish)

—The Huntress