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Mullet Rock

Chapter Fifteen:

Sam sat on the edge of his bed in the motel room working up the energy to strip down and get ready for bed. Dean was already in bed lying on his side wearily watching his brother. This one had been close, very close for both of them. He had almost lost Sammy this time. He would have to be more careful in the future.

Sam's phone rang disturbing the quiet that had settled over the room. He picked it up, looked at the caller I.D. and answered. "Hello," he said.

"Hi Sam," Allie said. "How's your brother?"

"Hey Allie," Sam replied. "He's going to be fine."

"That's good," she said. "How long is he going to be in the hospital?"

"He's out, but neither of us has had much rest the past couple of days. We really need to get some sleep," Sam told her. "Can I call you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," she said. "I'd like that."

"Alright, I'll talk to you then," he said.

"Goodnight Sam," she told him.

"Goodnight Allie," he answered her before clicking the phone off.

"How do you do it Sammy?" Dean asked his brother.

A look of pure confusion shown on Sam's face as he asked, "Do what?"

"How do you always get the clingy, damsel in distress kind of girls?" Dean asked his brother.

Sam laughed. "What are you talking about?"

"You always seem to get the girls that call you just to talk, or the ones we need to rescue. How is that those girls are almost always attracted to you?"

"Natural selection," Sam told his brother with a grin. "The same way you always get the ones that only want… you know what you're after."

Dean rolled over a huge grin splitting his face in spite of the pain in his side. "Mmmm, good times," he told his brother.

Sam threw one of the pillows on his bed at his brother who caught it with a laugh and added it to the two he already had.

"Come on Sammy," Dean told his brother. "Time for some much earned sleep."

Sam finished getting ready for bed, climbed under the covers and turned off the light. Before he drifted off to sleep he thought of one more question for his brother. "Dean," he asked. "How are we going to get rid of the mask?"

"We're going to do a little sight seeing," Dean replied cryptically. "Don't worry Sammy, I've got it covered."

The brother fell silent each drifting peacefully into some much needed, well deserved sleep. It was more then fourteen hours before Dean woke up sore and in pain, but that was nothing new to him. He looked at the clock, then at Sam still sleeping peacefully on his bed. The drugs should be out of his brothers system by now so the sleep is brother was getting at this point should be normal sleep.

Dean sat up on his bed stifling a groan at the pain it caused him. He grabbed his overnight bag and headed into the restroom for a long hot shower. He stripped his clothes off and for the first time got a good look at his injuries. The worst was of course the knife wound that ran from the front of his chest around the side almost to his back. The doctor had done a good job on the stitches using small cross stitches that would leave the least amount of scaring. They'd covered it with a water proof bandage that looked like it was made from saran wrap.

His back was a mottling of bruises that colored his back in shades that ran from an ugly yellow to a dark blue black. He had a nice bruise on his head too but most of it was hidden by his hair. A bunch of small cuts ran the length of his arms with several on his back and legs as well. He knew from experience too that the doctors had not been able to get all the glass fragments out so he'd be picking glass out of his body for several weeks to come.

He turned the shower onto warm waited for it to reach a comfortable temperature and slowly stepped under the spray. Thankfully the water pressure at this motel wasn't very good. Normally he'd be complaining about it but this time he was very glad for the gentle flow of water that came from the showerhead. It was painful enough, any stronger and he wasn't sure if he could have endured it.

When he was done he gently dried himself off and dressed before leaving the restroom. As soon as he opened the door, with out looking he said, "Come on Sammy, your turn for the shower."

He looked over at his brothers' bed. It was empty and a quick look around the room told him his brother was not here and just that quickly panic began to set in. That is until he heard the key in the door. Letting lose a sigh of relief he watched his brother walk in with two cups of steaming hot coffee.

Dean decided not to mention that he had nearly just lost it when he found his brother gone. Instead he took a cup from his brother inhaled deeply and said, "Ah, nectar of the Gods!"

Sam grinned at his brother, "Figured we could both use the caffeine. We slept for more then twelve hours. Last time I did that was back at Stanford the day after final exams. I hadn't slept for three days."

"Thanks," Dean told his brother. "Why don't you hit the shower then we'll grab a bite to eat and take care of the mask. When we're done maybe we'll call Sandra and Allie, see if they want to get together."

After a good meal at a local restraunt the brothers made a stop at the Home Depot that was just around the corner from the restraunt. A bag of cement a couple of gallons of water, a large bucket and some superglue completed the items they'd need to get rid of the mask once and for all.

As he mixed the cement into the bucket Sam asked, "Where are we going to do this?"

"I figured Lake Okeechobee would be good," Dean replied. "It's either that or we take an airboat ride in the everglades." He watched as his brother completed the mixture. When he felt like it was good enough he pulled the mask out of the trunk and sank it into the cement.

Sam backed away from the mask as Dean pressed it deep into the large bucket. Dean didn't blame his brother. Even though the mask was now empty, he didn't want to handle it either but it had to be done he was protected. Once Dean was done Sam applied liberal amounts of superglue to the rim of the bucket then placed the lid on top, picked up the bucket and put it into the trunk.

The drive to the lake was actually pretty scenic. Apparently Lake Okeechobee is a major source of water feeding the everglades so most of the drive was through the swamp lands that made up the northern most portions of the everglades.

They rented a boat and took the bucket out to the deepest part of the lake. As they were cruising past the shoreline Dean looked in awe at the sheer number of alligators that lined the banks of the lake. They were lined up one after the other in a never ending row of long black bodies. "Dude," he said to his brother pointing at the creatures. "Check it out, I'd hate to capsize this thing or sink it we'd end up as gator bait."

"Yeah," Sam said with a smirk. "That would bite."

When Dean was satisfied with their location he stopped the boat and looked at his brother. "You want to do the honors?"

"Hell yes!" He told his brother. Picking the heavy bucket up from the bottom of the boat Sam pulled the handle off the bucket and tossed it to his brother. "Don't want to leave this on, some fishermen might catch it and bring it back up." Then with out further thought he pushed the bucket over the edge and watched it sink out of sight.

"Good riddance," Dean said as he started the boat up and headed back to the dock. "Hey Sam," said to his brother after several minutes of silence. "I think we need a vacation from our vacation. What say tomorrow we start looking for another hunt?"

"Sounds like a damn good idea," he said with a laugh. His brother was right, this hadn't been much of a vacation. But they still had tonight and the double date he'd once been dreading was actually starting to sound like a pretty good idea… of course by morning he would probably change his mind altogether about that. For now though, he was looking forward to an evening in the company of a pretty girl named Allie.

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A/N – Well the only reason it took so long to get this chapter up was because I had a couple of silly plot bunnies running around in my head and had to write two short stories first. (A Means of Protection and A Hunt Gone Bad). Now I can work freely on Murder in Montana and get that story past its first chapter! Thank you so much for reading and please feel free to review!