Dean sat on a bench reading the paper. He'd been out here a little over an hour just watching as people hustled by. Sitting quietly was never a strong point of his but he was trying not to draw attention to himself. While he waited, he thought about what happened in New Orleans. He remembered almost everything he said while he was drugged. Patching things up with his extended family hadn't been easy. Dean wasn't one to say sorry so in his round about way he'd apologized to each of them. It took a few days to talk to each of them separately. The hardest one he had to face was his father. They came to an understanding about some issues. When everything was said Dean explained to his father that he needed some time on his own. He also explained that by going there separate ways they could cover more ground. Hunt more supernatural beings.
John packed up his new truck and left the next day. Caleb decided to stick around until Dean was able to leave. With his shoulder bound there was no way he could drive the Impala. For the next two weeks the two hunters drove the Scholar to distraction. He hadn't told anyone where he was going, but after the run in with the priestess there was something he had to do
The clock in the tower chimed twice and Dean watched as the building around him came alive with people. The newspaper stayed in front of him, but he carefully looked over the top for his prey. It wasn't long before he spotted him. Taller than all around him he wasn't hard to see. Dean's heart beat faster when he saw the familiar face. Sammy was walking with another kid who was talking animatedly. His brother was smiling and joking. Dean wasn't sure what he felt when he saw his brother happy without him. As he watched he saw a cute blonde walk over to Sam. She grabbed his arm and pulled him down for a kiss. Dean felt like he was suffocating. He knew why his brother hadn't called. At first he thought Sam was just being stubborn. But his brother had his slice of normal and he wasn't looking back. Dean watched as the three of them sat on the grass talking. He'd seen what he'd come for. Sam was safe. The hunter stood and walked away.
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"Come on, Sam. This party is going to rock."
"I have to study," Sam argued. "Professor Simmons is a real hard ass."
"You know you'll pass," Jessica said. "We can go to the party for a little while."
"I suppose."
Sam just smiled as Jesse kissed him. He was sitting talking with his friends when he thought he heard something familiar. The rumble was unmistakable and it brought back memories Sam had tried to forget. He stood quickly, looking around.
"Sam, what is it?" Jessica asked, alarmed.
Sam turned in a circle, but didn't see the familiar black car.
"Sam?"
"It's nothing," he said. With a smile he sat down next to his girlfriend.
They continued talking then Sam's phone rang interrupting the conversation. It was a text message from a phone number he didn't recognize. He was about to delete it, but something made him stop.
Happy belated birthday…BITCH!
Sam smiled as he closed his phone.
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3/22/07