I Never Meant You Harm - Chapter Three
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Once again, Dean and Sam found themselves staring at the front of the twins house. This time was a bit different. The yard was still littered with toys, but the front curb now housed a police car. Including its very own police officer.
"So how do we get in to talk to them," Sam asked.
"Give me a second," was Dean's reply, as he tried to work the problem out in his head.
After several minutes... "You got nothing," Sam stated.
"I got nothing," Dean confirmed, knocking his head against the steering wheel.
Sam sighed, as he eyed the police car. "Wait," Sam exclaimed, causing Dean to hit the car horn.
"Dude, what the...," Dean started, but was cut off by Sam.
"Listen, I have an idea..."
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"Stupid ass little brothers," Dean was mumbling under his breath several minutes later, as he stealthily made his way to the back of the police cruiser. "Damn puppy look."
"Excuse me," Sam's voice carried from the front of the police cruiser. "Could you help me find 234 Lakeside Avenue?" Sam held out a map for the man to see.
The police officer looked up at Sam from his paper work. He slowly eyed the giant young man before him. "Sure, let me see." The man, Officer Jarrett, took the offered map.
Seeing that Officer Jarrett was thoroughly engrossed in the map, Sam gave Dean a nod and motioned with his hand. Dean nodded back, that he understood, and continued along the passenger side in a crouch.
"Aha," Officer Jarrett exclaimed loudly. Causing Dean stop dead in his tracks. "Right here," He continued, as he pointed to a place on the map. "You see, you go down this street for three blocks, then take a right. You go for another three blocks, and it brings you to Lakeside Avenue."
Sam sputtered for words, as he listened to the directions. "Um..." Sam started.
Dean was mentally cursing his brother on the other side of the vehicle. "Damn it Sam. Come on. Hurry up and pull something out of your ass."
"Um.." Sam tried again. "Shit," Sam cursed.
Officer Jarrett started at the loud tone. "What?" He asked dumbly.
Sam's hand came up to his right temple, and began massaging the area with vigor. "My head," Sam gasped, as his legs gave out, sending his knees smashing into the hard black pavement. "Shit," He cursed.
Officer Jarrett was out of his car, and kneeling beside Sam in seconds. "What's wrong? Do you need me to call n ambulance?"
"My head," Sam gasped. "It hurts."
"Sam!" It was Dean.
Sam peered up, and turned his head just in time to see Dean running towards him. "Sammy," Dean said once he had reached him. "What's going on?" Panic and fear poured out of Dean's words, as he copied the officer in kneeling beside his brother. "Sammy, where does it hurt."
"My head," Sam groaned.
"Do you know this man," Officer Jarrett asked.
"Yes, he's my brother. What happened," Dean asked, as he placed his arm protectively over Sam's shoulders.
"He was asking me for directions, then he fell to his knees. He said his head was hurting. Do you need me to call an ambulance," Officer Jarrett asked again.
"No," Sam answered. "It's just a spell."
"Yeah," Dean continued for his brother. "He has these spells sometimes, but it will pass. Come on," Dean directed at Sam, as he began pulling his brother to his feet. "Let's get you some place more comfortable. Thank you officer," Dean said, as he and Sam made their way back to the impala. Sam still clutching at his head, leaned into his brother.
Officer Jarrett watched the two, and overlooked the fact, that as they passed the trunk of his car, Dean jarred it roughly with his hip.
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Dean stayed silent until safely away from hearing distance. "Sam," he spoke. "Is it a vision?"
"No," Sam said, his voice spilling with unshed laughter. "Sorry if I..." Sam trailed off more seriously.
"Naw, it's cool..." Dean stared, but was interrupted by a shout from Officer Jarrett.
Turning around, the two brothers watched, as Officer Jarrett began chasing his car down the steep incline. The two burst out laughing as the car continued, picking up speed, until smashing into a tree far from the home of Mark and Mike Owens.
"Come on," Dean said. "Let's go."
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Dean knocked on the door, while Sam kept a look out for any more Officers of the law. They only had to wait several minutes for someone to answer the door. Mark Owens answered the door.
"What the hell do you want," Mark asked angrily.
"Look kid we got to talk," Dean answered.
"No," Mark barked before shoving the door close.
Dean expertly placed his foot between the door, stopping it from shutting. "Kid I haven't got time for this so listen carefully," Dean began, as he held the door open in front of a stunned Mark. "My brother and me, were not writers."
"Then what are you," Mark asked, shaking out of his shock.
"What we are doesn't matter. What does matter is helping stop the thing that killed your friend." Mark dropped his head at the mention of Casey.
"Look," Sam spoke up. "We can stand here all day trying to convince you, but it won't help matters."
"You should talk to Jacob." Mark's reply was emotionless, and straight to the point. "He's been in the house before." With that, Mark shut the door on Sam and Dean.
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