It's official. Writer's block is officially on the top of my "Need to kill" list. Or, it would be if I had one. Note to self... Anyway, here is chapter two with much love from us. Thankyou to everyone who reviewed.

Disclaimer: We all know that the boys do not belong to us, but there is plenty of whipped cream to go around!

Chapter Two

A cold gust violently brushed past Sam, causing him to instinctively pull his coat tighter against the wintry atmospheric air as he maintained his silent walk towards the small town of Mortedale. The spill of light from the cluster of houses was getting nearer with every step. Within another half hour he had passed the "Welcome To Mortedale" sign. Its bright cheery colours only served to dampen Sam's spirits even further.

After a few moments of quick searching Sam spotted a telephone box and he jogged towards it. He crossed his fingers mentally that this phone box hadn't been raided by some bored teenager and still contained a phone book. It did! Sam opened it and browsed through the sections until he reached "H"; Hotels. He ran his finger down the page to the first one listed. He noted the address and headed off in what he hoped was the right direction.

Thankfully the hotel wasn't far off. Turning into the entrance Sam tried to hold back a grimace of disgust. The exterior paintwork was peeling and crumbling, exposing the building's weathered wood structure while the prominent arched windows that were situated either side of the doors, were covered in thick grime, looking as if they hadn't received a scrupulous wash in years. He considered turning around and going to the next hotel, but no, that wasn't how it worked. As annoyed as Sam was right now he wasn't going to break out of their habit. They got separated, they checked into the first hotel in the phonebook under "Jim Rockford".

He walked into the reception to check in. Barely acknowledging the cheerful girl behind the counter as she handed him his key. He slouched off to his room but upon getting there he realised his head was still to full for him to settle down for the night. If anything the long walk into town had given him time to think of more reasons to be angry with Dean and upset over the loss of Madison. He turned away from his room and began to walk back into town. His long legs carried him quickly as he wandered through the emptying streets as other people made their ways home to bed.

"What if's" and "if only's" ran though his head impeding Sam's thoughts and causing his currently preoccupied mental state to overlook the quiet tapping of approaching footsteps. It wasn't until forceful hands grabbed Sam's jacket and pushed him callously against a brick wall that he noticed he was not alone.

The indistinguishable outlines of a group of men obstructed Sam's view of the alley's exit as they began to assemble around him. It was hard to discern the exact number of men there were as only thick darkness penetrated Sam's line of sight.

"Look what we got 'ere boys, it's another one of them tourists" The men grunted in obvious aversion as the man who spoke cleared the crowd and walked towards Sam. His stature and posture suggested that he was the leader of this small faction.

"You 'ere to see them there ghost aint ya. Well I tell ya, we don't like people like you in this town." The men continued to grunt in affirmation, "and d'you know what we do to people like you?"

Sam knew it was coming, from the moment he got pushed against the wall he knew that these weren't civil people. He knew, because of the years of training he had received that these men would not allow him to pass unfazed by their meeting. But he was ready, ready for the expected assault. He was prepared for the looming attack and hastily ducked as a fist travelled towards him.

"Looks like this one wants to fight boys," the leader smirked, undeterred by his miss attack. "And if it's a fight he wants, it's a fight he'll get." Sam turned to face his assailants, for the first time noticing the four men surrounding him.

"Look," Sam begun, sizing up his chances of getting away in one piece, "I'm not looking for any trouble…" he was cut off as another punch was thrown in his direction.

Sam's reflexes immediately kicked in and in one fluid motion the approaching attack was blocked.

"Lets just pummel this 'ere touro right now. I'm fed up with this game" The man leaned closer towards Sam, his voice barely a whisper as he continued to speak. "And I'd rather see you squirmin' on the floor touro."

Sam took the close proximity to his attacker as an advantage, and punched the corpulent man in the cheek. 'That's not going to happen,' Sam thought viciously as he directed another punch at his foe, causing the man to hit the ground unconscious.

Goon number two came rushing at Sam and momentarily knocked him off balance. The leader of the small gang took this opportunity to land a solid punch in Sam's gut.

With a small choking sound all the air rushed out of Sam's lungs and he doubled over. The leader followed up with a punch to Sam's face. With a crunch the thug's fist connected with Sam's cheek.

Sam grunted as the blow knocked him back against the wall and a light show of stars danced around his face.

"Ya see," jeered the leader, leaning so close to Sam's face that the young man couldn't avoid the wafting stench of stale beer and cigarettes that invaded his senses, "we doan take kindly to touro's. You got that?"

Sam gave his attacker a dazed look before bringing his knee up to meet his opponents groin.

"Loud and clear" Sam muttered.

As his assailant went down Sam snaked his hands around the other mans head and drove his knee into the thugs nose.

A sickening crack signalled the destruction of the leaders nose as well as the end of control and chaos ensued.

The two remaining goons came rushing simultaneously at Sam. Screaming obscenities and throwing punches left right and centre. There was no coordination in their attack and their unpredictability made them even more dangerous.

Sam ducked and weaved and grunted when a punch made contact with his tiring body. He couldn't keep going like this. He was slowing down… but so were his assailants.

Sam blocked his next attack and sent a solid kick towards his attackers stomach. The guy went down clutching his stomach. Sam glanced around looking for the last of the thugs.

The man announced his presence with a strike to Sam's face that sent the young man staggering.

Suddenly the whine of a siren echoed through the night and the dark alley was lit up with flashes of blue and red. Sam turned to use the distraction of the police car against his foe, only discover the thug was gone.

Sam looked down and the at the mess of twitching, groaning bodies that littered the alley and deciding he didn't want to stick around to explain the mess to the cops he ran, dragging his tired, sore body out of the alley as fast as he could.

Oh noes! Poor Sammy! I hope he's ok!

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