Author's Note: I must apologize sincerely for taking a fortnight to write up this "one" chapter but some reason I couldn't think of what to write. PLEASE DON'T FRET! I don't have writer's block. I just think it's the simple fact of trying to write three different stories at the same time (Supernatural, Smallville & Friday the 13th) but then I look at it as a challenge. I've managed to get this far! Hell, if I'd tried to do this back when I was a teenager I'd probably thrown the computer out the window and banned myself from writing fan fiction 4 eva! Thank goodness I'm way past that phrase now!
Anyway here's the next chapter so I hope you enjoy it and the next one will be up sooner! I promise! b(^_^)d
It's been several hours since they left Raleigh, North Carolina and the brothers are now about half an hour away from Virginia Beach, passing the time by playing "I Spy"…
"…I spy with my little eye, something beginning with "L"," Sam said, his eyes fixing on the passing trees and fields.
"Err, lamppost?" Dean replies just as one passes by but Sam shakes his head and smiles, "Nope."
"Err," Dean starts, thinking of other things he can see that start with the letter, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he does. Sam sits smugly on the passenger seat, watching Dean think of the word, knowing that he'll never get it.
"Leaves?" Dean replied again, looking at Sam for confirmation before staring back at the road.
"Nope. Do you give up yet?" Sam asks again, his eyebrow's cocked and that dimpled smirk's all over his face but Dean's determined not to give up so easily.
"I've got it. Leather," Dean then pats the front seat that clearly made out of it with his trademark smirk on his face, sure that it's the right answer.
Sam shakes his head slowly, the smirk falling from Dean's face before he gets a little pissed, "Then what the hell is it then?"
Sam looks forward, checking to make sure that there's no traffic on the road and when there isn't, he climbs over from his side and lightly kisses Dean on the side of those soft lips of his he loves so much. Pulling back, a smile on his face for his victory, Sam then eventually answers, "It was "Lips", if you must know. Seems like I win again De."
His older brother huffs under his breath, eyes back on the road, "This game gettin' old anyways." He leans over, opens up the glove compartment and takes out one of his tapes, sliding into the cassette player and pressing the "Play" button. It's the usual "mullet" rock he loves listening to and all Sam can do is sit back in his seat and pray that they get there sooner because he detests Dean's taste in music, and that's putting it lightly.
Thankfully for Sam they arrive at Virginia Beach in a little less than half an hour as Dean pulls into a cosy café and parks in one of the few spaces it has left. While Dean picks up the food & drink Sam stays in the Impala and calls Bobby like he was told back in Raleigh. Their old friend picks up on the third ring, "'Ello?"
"Bobby, just calling to say that we're here. We've stopped outside a place called "Happy Joe's" as it seems that Dean's hungry yet again. I swear Bobby he eats all this junk and never seems to gain any weight. What's his secret?" He then waves back at Dean, who's smirking back at him as the cashier punches in his order.
"Damned if I know Sam," Bobby scoffs a laugh, "Anyway, back to business, it seems that you're not too far away from where Terry lives. If my memory serves me right, from where ya are, it should be the next left, then the second right, then first left and then it's the last house on the left, ya can't miss it."
"Okay gotcha, Bobby. Talk to you later. Bye."
"Bye Sam." Bobby then hangs up, leaving Sam listening to the droning beep afterwards.
He then slides his cell closed and slips it back into his jean pocket just as Dean's returning with the food. Opening the door Dean leans in, "You talked with Bobby?"
"Yeah. Told me the directions to Terry's place. Not far from here to be exact," Sam answers, looking at Dean as he empties out the bag of its contents which appears to be a BLT sandwich, layered with tomato sauce, coffee and a pack of doughnuts filled with allsorts of sugary, fattening treats.
"That's good. Gives us time to eat because I'm starving," Dean replies, shoving the sandwich into his mouth and chomps away.
"Did you get mine Dean?" Sam asks, the questioning in his voice clearly evident.
"Oh yeah, here you go but don't ask me to get you that again. The guy looked at me like I had two heads until I had to lie to him and say that my boyfriend's pregnant, having one of his crazy cravings," he moans, handing him the bag before taking another bite of his sandwich, not seeing the smile that's emerging on Sam's face.
It takes him a few seconds before he realizes that Sam's looking at him. He turns to see that he's right, "What? Why are you looking at me like that for?"
Sam simply shakes his head, "Nothing…it's just that you could've said that you had a brother who has a weird taste in food but instead you chose "boyfriend" and "pregnant". And all in the same sentence as well. Are you trying to tell me something?" A dimpled smile appearing on his lips as he takes a bite out of his chocolate-flavoured pretzel after dunking it into his small tub of salad cream he had placed on the dashboard.
"Shut up douche and eat your food, if you can even call it that," Dean grimaces as he watches Sam chewing on his, deep satisfaction evident on his face. What were they at this point to be exact? Dean didn't fathom too much on the question as he took another bite of his sandwich before taking a sip of his coffee.
After they've finished with their food Dean disposes the rubbish in a nearby bin, not wanting his baby to look a mess, before climbing back into the car and heading to Terry's house, feeling more satisfied now that he'd just eaten.
Following the directions Bobby had given them Dean parks the car beside the sidewalk opposite a rather gorgeous, two-storey house with a spacious front garden, a bricked driveway and trees towering in the back. Dean stares at the house in awe, this the kind of place he's always dreamed of living with Sammy when the job's over and done with. And in the many years to come he can imagine himself and Sam having children and watching them as they grow up until they're old enough to leave and live their own lives while they stay behind, thinking about how fast they've grown and living out the rest of their lives together until death finally takes them.
He can hear voices in the background and quickly finds out that it's Sam, "Dean? Dean, are you okay?" He hears him ask, his worry evident in his voice.
Dean turns to face him and smirks, "Yeah…I'm fine. Just thinking about something. Shall we get going?" He then climbs out the car and locks it as soon as Sam has shut the door before they both ascend up the stone steps which leads to the front door.
Dean reaches out and rings the door-bell, the chiming sounding much more merrily than usual, as they both hear a man's voice shout, "Coming!" from behind the stained-glass door.
A few moments later a blonde, short-haired man, who's just as tall as Dean, wearing a white-buttoned shirt, denim jeans yet nothing on his feet and looks to be the same age as Sam answers the door, "Hello?"
"Err…I'm Dean Winchester," he points to himself before gesturing to his brother, "And this is my brother Sam." Sam then lifts a hand to say "Hi", "Bobby informed us that you needed help with a certain "problem" that only we could solve."
It doesn't take long for Terry to realize what he's talking about, "Oh, of course. I'm Terry Young," he then raises his hand for the brothers' to shake, "Please come in." He then gestures them into his home, closing the door behind them as they stop just before the stairs.
Dean decides to cut to the chase, "What sort of problem are we dealing with here Terry? You called Bobby saying that there was some sort of mark on your boyfriend's body? And you think it's from a demon?" Dean asks, Sam's eyes wondering around to see a variety of photos of Terry and who appears to be his boyfriend hanging on walls and resting on tables around the hallway.
Terry lets out a deep sigh, hands firmly on his hips, "I think it'll be best if I show you," and then motions them to follow him up the stairs, Sam still admiring the pictures as he ascends.