Chapter 3. I wasn't afraid.
Sam looked around the Motel room as he took a bite out of his toasted cheese sandwich. They had only been at this motel since the day before. When they had gotten home from school their father already had everything packed and in his truck ready to move to a new location which was about fifteen minutes further out from their school.
This time they had only been able to find one room. Dean and Sam had looked at each other fearfully when John had returned from the Motel reception to tell them that they only had one room available. It had been a while since the brothers had shared a bed and they weren't exactly thrilled with the prospect. John had waited a beat before telling them that the room had one double and two singles. There would be no bed sharing.
Sam gazed around at the walls. He was quite sure that at one point they had been painted white. Now they had a yellow worn look to them. The carpet was grey and didn't look too dirty and the room had all the essentials like a toaster, microwave and fridge and as Dean pointed out, a colour TV. /Speaking of Dean/ Sam thought as his mind went to his older brother.
"Whoa!!" he heard Dean exclaim.
Sam's head swung towards the bathroom door at the sound of his brother's voice which was followed by a thumping noise coming from behind the closed door. The teen stood up and placed his plate in the sink before heading over to the bathroom door quietly, mindful that his father was still asleep.
As he reached the bathroom Sam placed his ear to the door and heard a muffled curse followed by a couple of more thumps. "Dean, what the hell are you doing in there?" Sam tried to speak loud enough so that Dean would be able to hear him through the door but not so loud that it would wake his father.
"Dean?" he called again when all he could hear was silence from inside the bathroom.
"Hold on Sammy." Dean's voice finally penetrated the silence.
Sam kept his ear pressed to the door to try and hear what his brother was doing. He was concentrating so much on listening that he fell straight into Dean's chest as the older boy swung open the door. Dean caught his brother easily and then pushed the boy away. "Dude what the hell?"
"What were you doing in there?"
Dean looked at Sam with annoyance. "Man, cant I even take a leak without you wanting to know the details?"
"Do you normally make that noise while taking a leak?" Sam counted, placing his hands on his hips.
Dean rolled his eyes. "If you must know … it was a spider."
"A spider?" Sam asked trying to keep the grin from spreading across his face.
"Not just any spider either. It was a big mother," the older boy explained, over exaggerating with his hands, about the size. "Bastard dropped right onto my shoulder."
Sam couldn't hold it back any longer, it was just too funny. He laughed even more when he saw the odd look his brother was giving him. "What the hell are you laughing at?"
"My … big brave brother … is afraid of a little spider."
"Oh no, no, no." Dean shook his head. "I was so not afraid."
"Ha … and you call me a girl." Sam laughed as he picked up his bag from beside the chair he had been sitting on earlier.
"Okay squirt, get this straight okay. I was not afraid and I feel you should know that it was definitely not an ordinary spider. The damn thing was huge."
"Yeah Dean," Sam began sarcastically. "It was probably some freak mutated spider. I'm surprised you don't want to salt and burn it." Sam giggled some more. It wasn't often he got ammunition against Dean.
"Sam I swear …"
"Oh wait till I tell Caleb about this." Their friend would definitely get a good laugh out of it.
"Do you value your life at all?" Dean threatened. "And for the last time I wasn't freaking scared."
"Or maybe the girls at school," Sam suggested, bringing his hand up and rubbing his chin as if in deep thought.
"Sammy." Dean all but growled.
"Cant anyone get some sleep around here?" Both teenagers turned at the sound of their father's sleepy voice. John was sitting up, leaning against the headboard. Both boys had been so engrossed in their argument that they hadn't heard the oldest Winchester sit up.
"Sorry Dad." They both apologized at the same time.
"That's okay I've been awake for awhile. You hear the most interesting things when people think that you're asleep." John winked at Sam.
"Oh not you too," Dean groaned. His fathers wink to Sam hadn't gone unnoticed by the seventeen year old.
John chuckled and then glanced at the alarm clock on the night stand. "You boys are going to be late if you don't leave now."
"Yeah Dean, its Wednesday I can't be late today. I have an important class this morning."
"Well if you weren't such a slow ass eater and weren't too busy talking nonsense then we wouldn't be late, would we?"
"I'm not the one who was scared of the little tiny spider."
"Okay Sammy enough with the spider cracks okay." John decided to give his oldest son a reprieve when he saw the murderous look Dean was shooting at Sam
"Yes Sir."
Dean looked at Sam with a smug look on his face. "That goes for you too Dean. Try not to tease your brother about … everything."
"I'll try." Dean answered sweetly.
Sam looked unconvinced. "Yeah right," he mumbled under his breath.
"You ready to go?" Dean asked shouldering his own bag.
"Yeah, I'm ready." Sam replied and walked towards the door that Dean had just opened.
John threw the covers back and stood up and stretched for a second. "Stay out of trouble boys."
"Dad, it's me you're talking to." Dean replied, holding his arms out to the side.
"That's what he worries about." Sam commented as he pushed past Dean, "See ya Dad." The youngest Winchester walked out the door, to the waiting Impala.
"Do you see what I have to put up with on a daily basis when you're not around?" Dean joked, pointing his thumb behind him in the direction that Sam had gone.
"And you're such a pleasure to have around." John teased as he walked across the grey carpet to his oldest son.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Dean said innocently.
John snorted, "I'm not totally blind you know. Some of those pranks are cruel." John almost laughed a little as he remembered some of the things Dean had made his brother endure.
Dean smirked, "Yeah maybe … but you gotta admit they're pretty damn genius too. I've seen you crack a smile while Sammy's not looking."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." John imitated his son's innocent voice from moments before. "Now stop talking nonsense and get to school or you'll have to deal with Sammy being pissed at you for not getting him there on time."
"Good point." Dean nodded, "See ya after school."
"See you then." John watched as his son closed the Motel door behind him. He walked up to the window, pulling aside the ugly green curtains and watched as Dean started the car and pulled out of the driveway. John sighed and then turned back to the empty room.
He hadn't had much luck the day before finding anything close enough to hunt. Not anything that he could hunt and be back before Saturday anyway. He had broken a lot of promises over the years to his boys and he really didn't want to break this one. So he was sticking to his game plan. Saturday was off limits and it would be ideal for them to stay until at least Dean graduated.
John hated staying in one place too long but Graduation was important. He knew Mary would have wanted both her boys to at least have accomplished that and no Winchester, that he knew of, had ever dropped out of school and his boys weren't going to be the first. Staying at one school would definitely make it easier on Dean's final leg and it would keep Sam off his back for a while at least.
He hoped that today he might find something in the newspaper and if not then John thought that he should maybe make some phone calls. Maybe Pastor Jim would have something for him, or maybe Bobby, their resident demon expert. He hadn't spoken to the junk yard owner in a while anyway and it was always good to touch base now and then. He had a feeling that he would be seeing or at least hearing from Caleb by Saturday. The younger hunter usually made the effort to at least wish Dean and Sam a happy birthday when it came around.
John walked over to the coffee pot. The first thing he needed was a coffee, then after a shower he'd head out and get the newspaper and start searching for something to do.
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David Biggs closed the manila folder with a relieved sigh and leaned back in his desk chair. The forty three year old lawyer had finally finished the mounds of paperwork that had occupied his desk that morning. Now all he wanted to do was go home to his wife.
Biggs stood up and walked around his desk. He found his jacket hanging from the coat rack so he walked over to it and slipped into the dark suit jacket. He shivered when the room all of a sudden dropped in temperature.
"Damn, must have left the window open." He muttered as he walked over to the window. He frowned when he found the window tightly shut. "Hmm … that's odd." Biggs shrugged his shoulders, thinking that he was imagining things.
"David." Biggs swung around in shock at hearing his name being spoken behind him. He had been the only one in the office and the door had been locked.
There standing in front of the wooden desk in the small office was a disheveled looking man who looked about the same age. With his heart beating fast in his chest Biggs backed up a little while studying his guest. He had blonde graying hair, blue eyes and a small scar just above his right eyebrow. The man wasn't big. In fact he was kind of short and wore a suit not unlike his own black one.
"Who are you and how did you get in here?"
The strange man cocked his head to the side. "You don't remember me David? I'm hurt."
"How the hell am I supposed to know who you are buddy?"
"I certainly remember you David." The man's cold blue eyes sent a shiver down Biggs spine.
"Okay … well I was just on my way out." Biggs moved towards the door only for the man to suddenly appear in front of him. He gasped in surprise and backed up again.
"What's the matter David?"
"What t-the hell are you?"
"You made my life hell David."
"I don't even know you!" Biggs yelled as he looked around for another escape.
"I was ten years old! You had no right to treat me like that!"
"What?"
"Nobody ever remembers. But I'm going to make sure you all pay. All of you." The man yelled storming up to Biggs and wrapping his hands around the lawyer's throat.
Biggs grabbed at the man's arms in an attempt to get free from the attack but nothing he did made a little bit of difference. Suddenly he was thrown across the room, crashing into a bookcase. Books and broken shelves tumbled down on top of him as he hit the floor.
"You're not getting off that easy David. I want to watch you suffer." Biggs looked up reluctantly just before he felt himself being lifted up by rough hands. "Just like I am going to make Mike suffer for opening up the garage without me."
He was pushed into the wall and held there. Seconds later he felt a burning sensation in his stomach. Biggs didn't have time to wonder what the crazy guy was talking about before a letter opener was stabbed into his stomach.
"Arggh!" Biggs cried out as the letter opener was twisted around brutally and then yanked out of him. He was then dropped to the floor, clutching his stomach. He could feel sticky wetness where the letter opener had been.
"How does that feel David?" He heard the man ask. Not only could he hear the man but he felt the guy's breath on his cheek as he spoke and opened his eyes, not realizing that he had closed them in the first place. His attacker's blurry face was inches from his own.
"It's time for you to pay for your crimes David …"
Missouri Mosley sprang up from where she had been sleeping in her bed, gasping for breath. She fought to get her breathing under control as her eyes darted around the room and finally after a moment she managed to focus. She was in her bedroom, in her home.
She sat up straighter in the bed and calmed her breathing down. Once she achieved that, she fell back down on the bed and sighed. It wasn't every day that she witnessed the murder of a friend.
"What a dream." She said herself.
Looking at the alarm clock next to her on the bed she saw that she still had a few hours before she would have to get up that morning. Missouri closed her eyes and was intending to relax in bed even if she couldn't fall back to sleep.
Two minutes later the psychic opened her eyes and gave a frustrated sigh. For the past couple of minutes she had been trying to convince herself that it had all been a dream. But her instincts were nagging at her that something wasn't right. Her instincts had never let her down before and she knew that she wouldn't be able to relax all day if she didn't at least call David and make sure that he was okay.
Missouri got out of bed, while putting her dressing gown on and made her way into the living room. She reached the phone and dialed the number. She had a knack for remembering phone numbers and thought that maybe it had something to do with her psychic abilities.
"Hello?" Lola Biggs answered, sounding a lot like she had been crying.
"Lola Honey, what's wrong?"
"Missouri? Oh my god!" Lola cried into the phone.
"Lola what's wrong?" Missouri asked again, getting nervous.
"Missouri, its David … H-he was k-killed last night."
Welcome Missouri :-) I havent written her before so i hope i get her right . I hope ya'll liked this chapter :-) see ya soon