Ch 4

"Why are you ditching my calls, Pretty Boy," Morgan demanded again.

"I was busy, didn't noticed your call." Spencer finally spoke.

"Oh, did your date go well?"

"It wasn't a date," Spencer blushed but answered, "Sam is just my friend since we were kids, nothing more, nothing less."

"Sure kido," Morgan replied, sounding an awfully like Dean.

Morgan's cell rang. "Hey, baby doll, your on speaker," Morgan answered.

"Oh so what, handsome," Garcia told him.

"What do you have for us?" He laughed.

"Well, I tried to see if the victims had anything remotely in common, and some things overlap in all of them but one, Scarlet Sage." she stated. "Scarlet Sage was arrested for holding a concealed weapon without a permit, carrying it across state borders and for assault though never charged. Besides that she has a few tickets, DUIs and a extensive credit card that she used all over North America. She usually buys things like motel rooms and cheap food though."

"So she was a traveler." Reid put it bluntly.

"Yep. She would of gone down with the most fight, but get this, she was killed during a phone call."

"So some one heard it" Morgan commented.

"Yeah, and it was from a hospital."

"Who was it, Garcia?" Morgan asked.

"A Julian Mitchell. He's been in there for a few weeks now, wont be able to leave until tomorrow and my guess from his record he's not going to stay long. He's similar to Sage as a cheap traveler. He's also has been arrested with her a couple of times."

"So he's our best bet," Morgan decide, "What hospital?"

S&D

The Winchesters went to the nearest crime scene glade no cops were around. They searched high and low for any clues on the vampire but found none. It felt like they were there an hour till…

"Dean, we're sure it a vamp, right?" Sam asked finding the only link of the supernatural.

"Yeah, positive, why?"

"Well then explain this." Sam showed his brother a small patch of sulfur.

"A fight?" Dean answered, out of any other answer.

Now, knowing what they were looking for they went to 3 other crime scenes, all with bits of sulfur.

"Since when did vampires and demons get along?" Dean asked, eyeing the time. Time to go back to the motel.

R&M

"So, Reid, how'd you meet this Sam?" Morgan asked when they hit traffic.

"Why are you asking?" Reid looked out the window and watches the strangers go by.

"Just wondering kid."

Sighing Reid answered. "I was fourteen, visiting my mother. We both have… absent parents so we met while shopping for groceries." Reid told him, never taking his eyes away from the window. "We both wanted the last Fruit Loops and just kept talking. Sam's quite intelligent; I believe he could have skipped a grade if it wasn't for the consent traveling. He's also into reading."

"So you had a lot in common."

"Yeah. He loves to learn and is a really good listener. One of the reasons I took this job was because of Sam. He defended me from the jocks and with such a protective brother, between the two of them, nobody stands a chance. You see, when they picked on me, Sam would stand up to them. Well, over protective brother would take them down for laying a finger on his baby brother." Reid laughed at the memory a little forcibly, and the other memories began to play.

The Past.

"Thanks for the book, Spencer. I'll give it back as soon as I'm done." Little Sammy walked beside Reid. They were about the same height and looked the same age, though if one had to guess the elder, they guessed wrong. Both boys looked like polar opposites. Sam wore a large red button down plaid shirt and jeans, both making him look opposing, yet not overpowering. Reid on the other hand looked like a complete geek with is bulky glasses, a sweater vest, and khakis. Both boys also had shaggy messy hair, the out come of their hair fights.

"No problem, though I think that you'd find…" Reid began.

"Spence! If you keep talking about it I might as well not read it!" Sam exclaimed.

"Oh, sorry."

"No problem. Dean says I get like that too." Sam smiled at Reid, lighting up the mood of the two.

A group of men of different ages and ethnicities, stood ahead of the boys, blocking the side walk. Sam spotted their night colored eyes, and with a quick sniff of the air, got into battle mode. Behind them, another two demons came closer, one of which Sam had shaken off when being followed.

"Spence, you know where the motel is right? The one Dean and I are staying at?" Sam asked taking Reid's arm and changing the direction causally.

"Yeah?"

"We're going to run to it as fast as we can and taking a few detours, alright?" Sam replied bracing himself.

"What's going on? Sam?" Reid asked but nodded.

"Just trust me, 'kay?" Sam answered and squeezed Reid's arm quickly, "Let's go!"

Though they were headed to the motel, they went in the wrong direction. They ran through alleys and busy streets alike, the men were always right behind them. They even got cut off, at one point both were completely lost, but Reid soon got them back on his mental map. Pulling and tugging, falling and climbing, both boys' legs and hearts were willing to give, but the men were always right behind them.

"Sam, we're nearly there." Reid managed to update with a dry throat and still heaving.

The motel was similar to the one Sam had in modern day, old and tattered.

Dean was out front by the phone box waiting for the late boys. Seeing the two messes running across the street without looking both ways he took his gun out and rushed to them, hurrying to get them to safety.

From Sam's left he saw an oncoming car trying to stop, but it was too late, so he pushed Reid away from impact.

"Spencer you okay?" Dean shouted but ran for Sam.

"Yeah," he groaned, glade the adrenaline was pumping strong.

Dean checked Sam's vitals, panic painted on his face. Looking up he saw their followers creeping back into the alley into the shadows that matched their eyes.

"Sir, is he alright?" The driver, a brunette lady in her early 30's asked.

Dean didn't answer, he was too busy trying to help his bother but didn't want to make it worst.

The passenger of the car, a dirty blond dialed 911 as she announced her actions, but was freaking out, she can't seem to speak in English, but her native Spanish.

Sirens in the background, dean kept promising his brother that he'd be okay, almost praying that if he says it enough it'd come true. Reid watch it all, the memory burning into his soul for he knew Sam could of gotten out of the way if he didn't protect him.

Few hours latter…

Reid always seems to be fearful and have hatred of hospitals. In a way that might have been originally because of his mother, but what may of really done it in for him was the sight of his best friend hooked up to a machine. The beeping, the cords, his bruised features, I was all to much. Reid couldn't hide is tears but Dean didn't cal him out on it, his were building up, waiting for the dam to break.

Turns out, after a long list of test, Sam just had a minor concussion and was going to be just fine. "He was lucky" the doctor told them.

"Yeah, he's lucky the car didn't kill him, just hurt him." Reid muttered under his breath. "He was lucky he was chased onto the street by a group of men."

"Who were you running from?" Dean asked once Sam was 'stable'.

"I don't really know, Dean, Sam just said run so we ran. The men just kept following us. We ran for miles, all over the place, they just never seem to let up. They would cut us off, and try to corner us. It seemed so well organized that it seemed hard to believe it was just five of them." Reid explained, hoping Dean could make sense of it all.

"What has Sam told you?" Dean then asked as the lady gave him and Reid their coffee. Dean knew Sam was planning to tell Reid if it was okayed by their dad but now it didn't matter.

"About what?" Reid asked, the back of his mind running through ever conversation he and Sam ever had.

"About us, our dad, about those guys?" Dean replied.

"Your dad travels a lot and takes you two with him because of his job and leaves you two sometimes for a while." Reid answered confused.

"Well, it's Sam's responsibility to tell, you're his friend after all, but you should know at least why they were after you two. You see, Spence that those men were after Sam. We, Sam and I, were trying to stop them from continuing to do evil. That's also what our dad does, and so they come after us in return." Dean explained carefully.

"So like a police officer or such." Reid translated.

"Yeah!" Dean said a little bit to excitedly. "That's it exactly"

"Dean!" John shouted racing to him. "What happened?"

Dean explained slowly and apologetically. He told John that he was sorry and it was all his fault, he should of protected Sam. Each word pained Reid's insides, filling him with guilt. 'It was all my fault.' he told himself. He even told them, but that just made them both mad. It wasn't Reid's fault at all, it couldn't be.

Meanwhile….

It was late when Sam first woke up so Reid and Dean couldn't stay with him to see. Even if they were aloud they would be to loud and in the way.

Sam woke up to sharp pain and shock of the new location. The last thing he could recall was the pavement meeting him hard then the consuming darkness.

Surveying his surroundings, he studied the near silent room. He was in a bed that sat him up slightly with a needle in his left arm. There was a grayish blue arm chair in the corner to his right. Beside it was a couch that was sort of into the wall, and then a small closet/ wardrobe. Behind the couch was a big window showing the night sky. To his left was a curtain blocking all other view. Beside him laid a little wire button which had a faint red glow to it. Pushing it the intercom went on.

"Yes?" A lady's voice came over. "Samuel Winchester are you now awake?"

"Uh…" Sam replied as a doctor walked in.

"I can take it form here." He said flashing a brilliant smile. "Good evening Mr. Winchester."

"Hi." Sam answered hoarsely.

"I'm dr. Azel, but you can call me Doc, alright?" he asked as he took Sam's wrist and watch his watch. Then he took out a small flashlight and beamed the harmful light in Sam's eye causing him to wince. Through all of this he kept smiling. "You're rather lucky, in a couple of weeks your going to be saying 'what car accident?'"

It was then Sam noticed something was off about this doctor but brushed it off. 'Maybe it's because he smiles to much.'

"Dr. Azel, where's my brother and Spence?" Sam asked.

"Probably down stairs waiting to visit you. They're too young to stay past visitor hours as your guardians." he answered without missing a beat.

"Oh."

Sam checked out okay according to Dr. Azel, but had to stay the night to be sure which didn't bother him. Sam didn't feel to eager to return to motel.

Latter that night Dr. Azel personally went to make sure Sam didn't fall into a coma. That night Sam could of sworn his eyes flashed a glowing yellow, but before he could do anything, or even to think twice about it for that matter, Sam fell back into a deep dreamless sleep.

Next day.

That next morning two teens raced to Sam's bedside the second visiting hours allowed.

Sam was still asleep when the barged on, slaming the door into the wall as it opened.

"Guys!" Sam shouted as he woke up in shock.

"Sam, I'm so sorry!" Reid shouted and began to explain why.

"Spence, it's okay." Sam tried.

"No it's not! You could have died!" Reid began again.

"Spence, shut it, I'm fine. Yes it could have been worst but it wasn't. your not hurt and to me that's all that matters okay." Sam cut off.

"Sam." John said upon arriving giving his son a quick nod.

"Okay… Spence. Here's the deal…"

So sorry it took me for ever but I had writers block. (And my computer was being a meanie. Also school sucks, I hate PSATs and so many bloody essays that my hands hurt.)

So instead I mushed the two chapters together and hope that I could get advice how to go from here.

I just don't know how this flash back should end but I had it stuck in my head so bad I just had to write it

Will be able to update if had help

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