*= thought
sam? i think thats my name ... sam sat up in his bed and took in his
surroundings ..he didnt remember how he got into this obviously run down
motel hell. hell, he didnt remember anything after...?his mind drew a blank... he scratched his head..
he heard a soft sigh, causing him to take in the room more carefully. it was only then that he noticed
the other sleeping form "who the hell are you?" he finally managed to stutter out
a muffled and sleepy "not funny sammy" was all he got ..*sammy? no. it's sam*
he tried again" who are you?"
this time the response was "do you know what time it is?
nows not really a good time for pranks, but seeing as you woke me up i might as well check your fever"
*fever? i feel fine* it was only then that his mind caught up with his body *or was it the other way around?*
he fell off the bed in a desperate attempt to get to the bathroom before he puked all over the floor*
not that it would make much of a difference*he thought sourly
he heard footstep stop out side the locked bathroom door "sammy? you all right?...sammy?"
"it's sam, i don't know who this sammy guy is .."
"ok SAM... cute prank but seriously you ok?"
*am i ok? more importantly who is this man in my hotel room?*
sam?"
"uh...yah i think so ...where are we,(?) ?"
"dude seriously can you unlock the door?"
sam went to reach for the handle but some instinct stopped him...what if this guy was a monster?*monster? really why would there be a monster in my hotel room'
monsters...puh-leaze what am i 5?*
he unlocked the door too see bright green eyes staring at him "you ok bro?"
he'd seen those eyes somewhere before *c'mon think ...*
finally somethingg clicked
"d-d-Dean?"
"who else?"
"argggh my head..."
he lost his death grip on the toilet bowl and slid down to the tile
"dean? where are we?"
"where do you think we are?"
"i i don't know"
"well, whats the last thing you remember?"
"waking up here"
"nothing before that?"
"noo...why?"
"huh..maybe when that shifter gave you the beat down he gave you a concussion or something"
*shifter?*
"nah ..i don't feel concussion-y"
"concussion-y? really college boy?"
"wha?..."
"ok lets start this off real slow ..your name is?"
"sam"
"sam, what ?"
*sam what? it was right on the tip of his tongue i know this i know this*
"sam winshesterr" he slurred
* oh no.. i feel dizzy*
"Close enough.. how old are you?"
"umm..?"
"cmon lil bro you know this stuff"
"umm...1983? wait no umm"-
"duude really ok i geuss birthyear counts... who am i ?"
"dean"
"Unggh my head...you got any tylenol?"
"you? asking ME for meds? sorry no tylenol but i got somethin' better..IF you pass my test"
"ugh ok next question"
dean walked over to the window , opened the blinds and gestured to the almost vacant parking lot
.there were only 2 cars in the whole lot .a 1967 chevy impala and an old busted vw van
"which one is ours?"
"uhh." he closed his eyes and thought real hard.. in his head he caught a glimpse of baby gleaming in the sun and dean telling young sam all about it...
"the impala..baby"
"ok now we're getting some where how many fingers am i holding up?"
he held up a peace sign
"unh 2" *Is this really necassary?* " who are you?"
"NOT FUNNY"
"i'm not kidding WHO..ARE..YOU?"
"your big bro, bitch"
"why'd you call me bitch?"
