Full Circle
Summary – When a video tape is watched and seven days later people start to die in a small town how will the problem be solved, and how much blood will be shed before it is?
Rating – T gore and swearing will be throughout (not my fault the boys have a potty mouth)
Disclaimer – All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
DAY ONE CONT.
Dean let out a small laugh, albeit a humorless laugh, and looked up at Sam with a look of worry across his features, "Think I know something about the deaths Sam"
Sam stared at his Dean. There was a small trickle of blood running under his nose and across his top lip; it was now smeared across his face and his hand as Dean looked at Sam; his face was somewhat apologetic and Sam was damn sure he was gonna find out why.
"What do you mean? What aren't you telling me Dean?" Sam said, his voice rising slightly as Dean looked towards the floor.
Dean opened his mouth to speak but closed it again knowing that he should choose his words carefully, 'hey Sam, I think I just watched the movie and reason why all of these people are dying; oh, and by the way I have seven days to live', just didn't exactly scream reassuring at ya'. Dean took a deep breath before speaking, knowing that there was no easy way to say this, "Well, yesterday, when we were in the Armstrong's house, and we were looking around Mary's room, I kinda came across a tape" Dean said and looked as his explanation only caused to fuel Sam's growing anger,
"What about the tape Dean? And why am I only hearing about it now?" Sam said as he walked closer to where Dean stood, still beside the phone, and that brought another question to Sam's list, "and who was on the phone Dean?"
Dean looked up at Sam and felt kinda guilty for not telling him, but then he could have been dragged into this whole mess, Dean's inner protective brother shouted at him and it reinforced that he had made the right decision, "Might as well sit down Sammy, that was an awful lot of questions that ya' asked there" Dean said as he sat down on his own bed and watched as Sam glared at him from his towering form above him before sitting down and facing Dean on the opposite bed.
"First off it was only a hunch and I thought that there was no point in telling you anyways," Dean said, already in the defense, "the tape was in Mary's room, there was a symbol on it, thought I should check it out" as Dean said this he walked across the small and musky room and lifted up the tape before bringing it over and handing it to Sam, letting him inspect the symbol of the front of the disk. Dean sat down on his bed and watched as Sam's face scrunched up in concentration before his eyes meet Deans,
"That only answers half of my questions Dean. Who was on the phone?" Sam said, his voice laced with irritation. Sometimes he could slap Dean around the head for being so stupid. Sam looked over at Dean and saw him visibly swallow before opening his mouth to speak,
"Well, when we were at the library…" Dean started but was cut off abruptly by Sam,
"What does the library have to do with the phone call Dean?" Sam said, not wanting his brother to weave him some bullshit story, and for just once in his life, be honest with Sam.
"You'll know if you ever let me finish speaking without interrupting first Francis," Dean said, his voice rising slightly at his brothers unwillingness to let him finish a sentence, "as I was saying," he continued and shot his brother a grin at the look of annoyance that crossed Sam's features, "when we were at the library, and I was bored out of my mind, when I went for a walk I heard these two girls talkin'" Dean saw Sam's face start to turn red in anger,
"What the hell has you eavesdropping in a conversation got to do with the damn phone call?!" Sam shouted at Dean. Dean let out a long frustrated sigh,
"The girls, they knew the victim, Mary-Anne Armstrong, I overheard," Dean stressed the word, cause Dean Winchester didn't eavesdrop, "they said she got a phone call and then exactly a week later she died" Sam nodded his head when Dean stopped speaking and got up and walked over to the table that sat in the far corner of the motel room and picked up the victim report for Mary-Anne,
"Wonder what was said?" Sam spoke his thought out loud before walking back over and sitting back down on the bed, "Maybe we could go to the library again, see if the girls are there, and talk to them, find out what was said in the phone call?" Sam said
"As much as I know you would love to spend another day at the library, ya' little geek," Dean joked and give Sam a grin which turned sour when he saw the scowl on Sam's face. He let out a sigh before speaking, "I don't think that's necessary Sparky, see I think the video and the phone call are connected"
Sam gave Dean a puzzled look before asking, "Why do ya' think that?" Dean thought for a brief second before speaking, knowing that it would be better to just saw this quickly and get it all out before Sam's blood pressure went through the roof, "I-kinda-watched-the-tape-and-got-a-phone-call-telling-me-I-was-gonna-die-in-seven-days" Dean took a gasp of breath and looked up in time to see Sam's blood pressure just about blow the whole motel room to pieces,
"You What!!" Sam shouted and Dean had to resist the urge to bring his hands up and cover his ears. Sam was now on his feet pacing a hole in front of Dean and shooting him angry glances every so often. Dean stood up and walked over to were Sam was now standing over by the table again, and laid a hand on his shoulder and give it a small pat,
"Come on Sam, we have seven days that's plenty of time to sort this mess out" Sam hand turned to face Dean now who had both hands by his side again, "And if not well, we always knew their were risks with this job and…" but Dean got cut off mid-sentence as Sam grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the wall, leaning down so he that their noses were nearly touching, while speaking in a low and dangerous voice,
"If you finish saying what I know you were about to say, you won't have to worry about having seven days left to live, cause I'll beat you to death right now" Dean looked into Sam's eyes and knew that he wasn't joking around.
Suddenly Dean's mouth broke into a grin and he let out a small laugh; this only made Sam angrier and he pushed him against the wall with more force, but the laughing didn't cease, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, it's just," Dean's face took on a serious look and Sam felt some of his anger disappear, though to enough to let Dean out of his death grip, he was still pissed at him,
"What?" Sam's voice was not so low and dangerous anymore, and held a hint of concern,
"You actually think that you could beat my ass" Dean said and started grinning like a cat again, and slowly Sam started to laugh too while releasing his grip on him,
"Dude I could so kick your ass" Sam said as he moved away from Dean and pulled down the thin sheets of the motel bed and got in.
"Whatever you say Sammy" Dean said as he got into his bed also; pulling the covers up and turning off the small motel lamp that sat on the table between the two beds. He lay down on his stomach and his arm instinctively went under his pillow, his hand holding onto the handle of the knife that he always kept there.
Dean's final thoughts before drifting into sleep were that he could sort this mess out soon, or else Sammy would be leaving town without him.