Chapter 19
A/N: Sorry this was so long waiting. My partner disappeared on me so I have to take the reins for this story. So I hope you guys still like it as well. If you don't, I won't right anymore but if you do,, please let me know and I'll try my best to write more…
Days turned to months and before they knew it, Sam and Priestly had pretty much become an old married couple, minus the old and well, the married parts. Dean used to joke and called them Grandma and Grandpa, Sam being the grandma in the analogy.
New York seemed to be more accepting of them. Because this, after all, is the city that has a naked cowboy that plays for you during traffic jams. While Dean worked the bar scene, finding many good ones and playing wingman to someone he met at a urinal, Sam and Priestly went sight seeing. Sam had been to New York state before, but never the city. It was so bright, filled with bright lights and brilliant color. Sam wished he could've been alive in the 60's and 70's, when the hippie movement was in full swing. He would've loved to have seen San Francisco and New York in those days.
"This almost beats LA." Priestly said. "For the longest time, that was the biggest city I'd ever been to and even then, it was only about one or twice a year, maybe three times if my dad got a good haul." Sam looked at him strange. "He was a trucker, not a drug transporter." Sam smiled.
"My dad's job took us lots of places." Sam said. "He would leave Dean and me alone a lot until I got older, then I'd be left alone in whatever apartment, house, or motel we were living in at the time. Sometimes I'd be with one of my uncles, or I would be by myself." Sam told Priestly. He had slowly started to tell Priestly about his life. He felt comfortable enough with him to tell him all of this crap he had lived with for all these years.
"Is that why you stuck with Jesse?" Priestly asked. "Were you afraid of being alone again?" Sam sighed.
"Yes…no…maybe…I don't really know." Sam said. "Part of e never wanted to be alone again, but part of me just wanted him to leave me alone so I could finally move on with my life." Priestly grabbed his arm and spun him around to look at him.
"Do you want me to leave you so you can move on with your life?" Priestly asked, being super serious. Sam just stared at him.
"No." He said. "I want to move on with my life, but I want it to be with you." Sam smiled at him. Priestly smiled at Sam and wrapped his arms around Sam, pulling him close and gently kissing him. That's when he heard a nose from the store window they were in front of. They turned to see a TV bank set up. The news channel that was one was flashing a breaking news screen.
"California Police along with the FBI have started a national manhunt for Jesse Darius Moore. Moore has escaped a prison in Santa Clara county, California. He was arrested for domestic violence when he hunted down his ex and severely beat him and the man he was staying with. After his incarceration, it was found that Moore was also involved in the deaths of three other flames, two males and one female. He is considered to be armed and dangerous." The woman explained. A sketch of Jesse appeared on the screen. Sam gasped.
"Oh god. He's coming for me! He's gonna kill me!" Sam panicked. Priestly kept Sam close.
"Don't worry." He said. "There's a million people in the city alone. Plus, you have Dean and me to protect you. Jesse is never going to harm you again." He hugged Sam close. "Let's go back to the motel. We'll call Dean and tell him what happened." Sam nodded.
They walked down the street, hand in hand. They weren't as afraid of the homophobic sons of bitches that had threatened them back in that no name diner in the speck on the map town. That didn't mean that there weren't any in this city though. But Priestly felt safe with Sam. There were a million eyes on them, but none of them were seeing them. They were perfectly anonymous strangers.
Eric had been tracking them. He was a hacker. He had put his skills to use at MIT before heading out west to become a slacker in California. He met Jesse in L.A. not long after he had convinced the cops that he had nothing to do with the "accident" of Miss Alexis McGee. Hey hit it off and soon, Eric was doing dirty work for Mr. Moore. And right now was no different.
Ever since Jesse had told him to track them, he had been using his computer to follow them, hacking into their cell phone tracking devices and pinpointing their exact location. He'd relay the info back to his boss and help him avoid the cops who were looking for him. And right now, he was walking into Greenwich Village, on Manhattan Island. The three were staying in a motel there. Now all he had to do was get Sam separate and deliver him to Jesse.
"How hard can this be?" He laughed to himself as he walked.