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A/N: Alright folks, the second chapter. As always read and review. This iswriting thing is still kind of new to me so constructive criticism is welcomed, but please don't be mean. You might make me cry. Also, this is unbeta'd because...I don't know how to go about getting one? Anway, enjoy. Hopefully!
Chapter Two: Horses Don't Stop For Dead Men
The day before Sam's revelation: Trenton Farm, Aiken Sc 2:30pm
Tucker Lewis didn't like people. He tolerated them when he had to, but if he had his druthers, he'd druther not have too. Tucker liked the peace and quiet. Mostly he liked the horses. Horses, he figured, were much better then people. Simpler, one might say. He'd worked with horses since he was a boy, following after his father and learning all that could be taught. After his pa died when Tucker was 16 and they had to sell their little horse farm, he started working for the Trenton's. He'd been with them for about 30 years now, even renting a piece of land from them, right on the edge of the farm. He'd started with Trenton Sr, and when the Sr died, he stayed on when Trenton Jr took over. Now he guessed that he'd be working for Trenton III. Both Trenton Sr and Trenton Jr were good folk, Tucker had always thought. Strong men, who didn't back away from a hard days labor. Heck, he couldn't count how many times he'd worked along side of them, mucking out stalls or whatever else needed to be done. Tucker wasn't so sure about Michael though. He didn't seem to enjoy the work as much as his father and grandfather had, didn't like getting his hands dirty.
So Tucker didn't know what was gonna happen now that Trent, as people called George Trenton Jr, was dead. He almost couldn't believe that he was actually dead, if he were to be honest with himself. Now, Tuck wasn't in the 'know', but just like most places Trenton Farms had it's gossip mill and right now it sure was milling. When he came into work yesterday morning, at five he did what he usually did, and til about ten everything was normal. He even waved at Mrs. Trenton when she rode by after coming back from the flea market in Springfield. Then about 45 minutes later, as he was looking over the fence for holes, he spotted a police car coming up the long winding drive. Wasn't his business though, so he didn't think long on it. Forgot about even, until Mark, one of the construction workers that were working on a new barn, came over and asked what he thought about the whole situation. What situation? Seemed like Trent went and hanged himself. Apparently Mrs. Trenton found him swinging from the ceiling in their bedroom. No note or nothing.
It didn't set right with Tuck for some reason, Mr. Trent hanging himself. He couldn't figure out why. They wasn't best friends or anything but they'd worked together enough over the years for Tuck to get a feel for the man. Hell, he'd known him since he was a teenager. If there was one person he'd thought never to go that way, it was Trent. Especially since there didn't seem to be anything wrong. They were doing well financially. He'd just giving Tuck a raise. In fact, the Trenton's were expanding their house to make room for Michael and his new wife, Tammy, who was expecting. They were even putting in one of those in ground pools. No, Tuck didn't think that it had anything to do with finances. But what did he know? H got along better with horses then people. Enough of this Tuck thought, Mr. Trent might be dead, but the horses still gotta taken care of. With that thought, Tuck put the whole situation out of his head and got back to work.
Later that night around 7:00pm:
Mark Long was finished for the day, thank God. He put in a full 12 hours and all he wanted to do was go home and eat dinner with his wife. But first, he wanted to go check on Tuck. Antisocial bastard, Mark thought with fondness. Tuck didn't really like to talk to people, didn't if he could avoid it. But for some reason Mark liked the older man. Reminded him some of his father he supposed. When Mark had come and told him about Mr. Trenton the other day, he could tell it upset the man, even if he tried to hide it. So Mark was just gonna swing by, all casual like, and tell Tuck that Lilly demanded he come to dinner tomorrow night. Tuck would say yes, of course, because Tuck always had a soft spot for woman. Lilly wouldn't care, Mark knew. So as he walked up to Tuck's door and knocked Mark had a plan in his head.
"Yo Tuck, open up." he said loudly as he knocked. Nothing. Mark sighed as he waited a few moments before knocking again. "You're truck's out here, so I know you're in there." Again, all was silent within the house. Starting to get a little worried, Mark called out again, "Tuck? If you don't answer the door in 10 seconds, I'm coming in." Silence. "Fine then you old bastard, here I come." Mark muttered beneath his breath. Trying the door knob, he found it unlocked.
Then stood there in shock after he pushed the door open, because swinging from the exposed beams of his ceiling, was the bloated face of Tucker Lewis.
The next morning, Mark Long's house:
Mark waited until his wife got in the shower before making the call. But as soon as he heard the water running, he got his cellphone and dialed a number he swore he wouldn't dial again. When a gruff voiced answered Mark took a deep breathe, "Bobby, It's Mark Long. I need your help."
Present time with Sam and Dean:
"Dean. Stop. Looking. At. Me.", Sam said, exasperated as his brother snuck yet another 'stealthy' glance at him. "I thought you said you were ok with everything."
"I am ok with everything, but jeez Sam, give a guy a couple hours to get used to things, huh?", the older man asked , taking the opportunity to sneak another glance. He didn't know why he needed to keep checking on Sam when he was sitting a foot away, but he did it anyway. Big brother's prerogative, dammit.
"We've been in the car for almost ten hours," Sam pointed out. "Therefore I hereby declare that you've had your couple hours to get used to it."
"Whatever, Bitch, it's not every day that you find out that your brothers a psychic girl." Dean stated.
"I'm not psychic, Jerk. I just..Hey! I'm not a girl either, you ass!"
Dean chuckled as he slowed down for a red light, "Almost had you there Sammy."
"Whatever," the younger man muttered. "You ever been here? Aiken, I mean, not South Carolina."
"Nah, but Bobby said it was horse county. Which would explain all the freaky horse statues, I guess," Dean said looking at said statues which were was scattered around various shops. "We gotta check out a place called Trenton Farm. Two hangings in less then a week."
"How'd Bobby get involved in this, I wonder?" Sam asked.
"Said it was an old hunting buddy of his, only he doesn't hunt anymore. Gave it up for marriage and all that shit."
"Nice, Dean."
"What?" Dean asked confused.
"Nothing, we gonna get a hotel or what? I'm more then ready to get out of this car." Sam said, trying to stretch out his cramped legs as much as possible. Which was almost impossible considering the length of his legs.
"Yeah, yeah. I was just taking a look around. I see a Knights Inn. Looks ram shackled enough to be cheap. Actually kinda looks like it's in a hole. Where the hell is the entrance.?" Dean said, craning his neck to look around."
Sam pointed toward a medium sized blue and white sign that sported the words; Knight's Inn – Entrance. "There you go genius."
Taking the time to flip his brother off before turning into the entrance, Dean pulled under the cover of the hotels front door. "Be right back." With that he got out of the car and went into the hotel to book a room.
Sam leaned his head back against the seat, exhausted. It had been a helluva day, starting off with a hangover his head still hurt from. Telling Dean about his dreams, well, he didn't know how he felt about that yet. On one hand he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Just knowing that Dean knew, it made him feel better for some reason. Made him feel like he wasn't alone in this. Made him think that maybe Dean could fix it. On the other hand, He knew that was crazy. How was Dean supposed to fix it? What was the point in telling him? Wasn't he just dragging Dean down with him? Sam closed his eyes. He didn't want to be awake anymore.
Bang!! Bang!!
Sam's eyes shot open at the noise, the rolled as he realized it had only been Dean being an asshole and banging on the top of the car. Opening the door, Dean slid in. "We're in 112, around back. Dude, that woman in there was hot! I think I'm gonna like it here." With that he slid started the car and drove around the building. The parking lot had only a few cars in it, So they were able to park right in front of their room, which Dean, Sam knew liked, because he could keep an eye on his precious car.
After getting their stuff out of the car, Dean walked up to the their home for the next couple of days and slid the key into the slot. Surprisingly, it clicked on the first try and Dean pushed the door open. It looked...just like every other hotel they'd stayed in over the years. Nothing special. Sam pushed by Dean, going to the furthermost bed from the door. Dropping his duffel at the foot of his bed, he toed off his shoes. Looking at his brother, he said, "Wake me up in two hours." With that, he dropped to the bed and proceeded to go to sleep before his head hit the pillow.
"Okay..." Dean said, looking at his soundly sleeping little brother. It was weird of Sam to take a nap. Hell, these days Dean was happy when Sam managed to sleep for three hours uninterrupted a night. He knew Sam had nightmares, couldn't really hide that from someone you live with. But the bomb Sam dropped today...What was he supposed to do with that?
Deciding that the first thing he needed to do was wash off the dust from the road, he gathered his stuff to take a shower, leaving the door cracked open in-case, well just in-case. They'd start this hunt tomorrow. Tonight he was gonna let Sammy sleep as long as he could without the nightmares, and when they started, he'd deal with that too.
A/N(2): Hope y'all enjoyed it. Next chapter the boys get more into the hunt and Sam dreams a weird dream. See ya then.
