Chapter 3

Well! Me and my sis, aka Lumpy, were playing Disney trivia and laughing our asses off for an hour, then we watched '101 Dalmatians' and then we playing Mario games and listened to the Spice Girls. Now, here I am, it's 1:53 AM and I'm not the least bit tired! Hmm…couldn't have been all that chocolate—what? No…

So, lad-ys! Here's chapter 3!!

(and, YES! I plan on keeping my promise about the DT-ST thing I mentioned last chappie, I hate being tricked too! (smiles))

Oh, and Merry Christmas, if I didn't say that last time! (grins)
Note: Also, the - mean that the 3rd person insight is changing. I think I've got it right…I've always hated grammar…(And as usual the -- means a change in scene)

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Dean was driving more erratic than usual, which was surprising to Sam. Dean usually was as careful as possible with his 'baby.' Sam looked at the clock, it'd been an hour since they'd rushed out of their motel room, throwing cash at the boy at the front desk and speeding away, being rushed by Dean the whole way. Now they were driving to only God knew where. Sam opened his mouth to say something to Dean…but shut it again. What could he say? 'Hey Dean, what the hell is wrong with you? Oh, besides the fact we just found out you can fucking read minds.' Yup…that would go over great.

But Sam didn't have to say anything. Dean harshly shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He hit speed dial 2 (Sam being 1, of course) and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Dad? Yea—no, da—look, we just passed a sign for a town up ahead, ya' see it? Pull up to the first diner you see there and I'll explain. Dad, I—" Dean pulled the phone from his ear and looked at it angirly, Sam could hear their father's voice still barking on the other line as Dean held it out. Dean harshly snapped it shut. Sam's eyes widened in shock. Had Dean just hung up on their father??

Yup, Dean was definitely tweaked.

"Dean-?" Sam started, but the phone rang again, Dean just turned the sound off and turned and gave Sam a week grin "I'm pro'lly gonna be dead when we see him, eh?"

Sam smiled weakly at Dean, humoring him. After all, he did say he was gonna explain, didn't he?

A moment later they had entered the small town, which probably wasn't on any map, and almost immediately they saw a small diner that was called 'Aunt Em's Cooking.' Sam heard Dean mutter "We ain't in Kansas anymore, Toto." He would have burst out laughing if he didn't feel like exploding from anticipation.

They pulled into park and John and Mary were already getting out of the truck, Mary looked worried and John looked downright pissed.

"Say something nice at my funeral, Sam." Dean said, before opening his door and getting out.

"Dean!" John barked as Sam quickly got out of the car and shut the 1967's door. "What the hell was that?? You do not hang up on me-!"

"John!" Mary said, not wanting to cause a scene. It was about 6:30 AM, and the people of the town were probably only just waking up. She didn't want their wake up call to be her husband.

"Dad, he said he would explain." Sam cut in, stepping between John and Dean, feeling he needed to protect Dean now. He'd been feeling that way a lot, ever since they got Dean back.

John looked from Dean, to Sam, to Mary, then back to Dean. He grunted and nodded, stomping towards the just-opened diner. Mary gave her boys the 'What can you do? He's your father.' look—that had been used so many times when they were children—and gestured for them to follow John.

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The four seated themselves in a booth by the window, Dean and John sitting on the outside, as always. A waitress with a nametag that read 'Flo' walked over and poured them all some coffee after a while and said she'd be back to take their orders in a bit,

Dean was starting to get a headache. There was this almost…buzzing sound in the back of his mind, but he pushed it aside and went on to explain to his family about hearing the voice, and what it said. They had asked him questions, all of which he had no answer to. But when John asked what had woken him up, Dean was reluctant to tell them. He didn't want this. He just wanted to be normal—well, his usual self.

"I kinda had a…weird…dream."

"Weird?"

"Our kinda weird?"

Dean sighed "Yea." The buzzing was getting louder. He pushed it aside when he realized he'd been asked a question.

"Huh?"

"I said, what was it about?" John asked exasperatedly

"Um—well," Dean swallowed. More people were starting to enter the restaurant. 'Hey Flo, hey Em!' they greeted as they walked in. As they walked in the buzzing grew louder. It wasn't the same as the first time. The first time it had been like voices were screaming in his head, but this time it was like they were all giving off this…signal. Like they were all notches in the volume meter in Dean's head. But very faintly, Dean was sure, he could hear faint voices behind the buzz. Like he was listening to someone talk on the phone, but static was interfering, and it just kept getting louder.

All Dean wanted to do was hang up.

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"Dean, you ok?" Sam asked his brother. But Dean didn't respond.

Dean had been getting paler and paler as their conversation had gone on. Now Dean was becoming more and more detached, pressing his hand to his temples.

Sam looked to his parents "I'll just…take him outside for some fresh-air." He quickly, taking Dean by the shoulders, pushed his older brother out the door, ignoring the strange looks from Flo, Em and all the other townies.

Once outside Sam led Dean to the Impala and sat him on the hood. People walking by stared, but Sam ignored them, putting all his attention on Dean. He took his big brother by the shoulders and bent over to be at eye level with Dean. But his eyes were screwed shut, both hands pressed to his temples. He was paler than he had been in the diner, had Sam just made it worse by bringing him outside?

"Dean? Dean, can you look at me?"

But Dean didn't get the chance to answer, as his arms went slack and he fell forward into the arms of his baby brother.

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So, my pretties, what did you think? It's quarter to 3 here…ah how I LOVE Christmas vacation! And my family and I (not including my oldest sister) are going to the planetarium tomorrow to watch this thing on aliens, SWEET! And it's a 2 hour drive too…I love car rides and all that. Tomorrow's gonna be fun, and I'm starting to get a bit tired…so goodnight lovers!

Oh, and don't forget to review!!

-claire

PS: Here's a little preview for next chappie:

Dean sighed and sat down on the shitty motel bed, running his hands through his hair. He looked up at his baby brother "Can't they just understand…I—" Dean paused, Sam could see the tears he was trying to hide "I don't want to remember, Sam." He whispered.