It was a long drive from Washington State to California, but nothing they hadn't tackled before.

It eased Sam's mind a bit to know that they would be there in less than a day, but also scared him to think of what might happen once they got there. Life always seemed to be a double-edged sword for the Winchesters.

"We need gas before we go any further." Sam let Dean know, as he pulled into the first station they had seen in over an hour.

"Good, because I need to pee and I've been holding it in for way to long."

"Thanks for sharing." Sam told Dean as he opened the driver's side door and stepped out to release the gas cap. "Just make sure not to sit on any dirty toilet seats."

"Who said anything about sitting?" Dean asked Sam, cocking an eyebrow. "I said I had to pee. Do I look female to you?" He asked as he walked off toward the sign that indicted where the men's bathroom was located.

Jerking the door open, Dean stepped inside. He was disgusted, but not surprised to see that the place was one of the more sickening bathrooms they had found along their travels.

Stepping up in front on the stained and splattered seat less basin, Dean moved his hands in front of his crotch to release the button of his fly, pulling his zipper down in one quick movement.

His voice filled the small room as he let a long and relieved moan escape past his lips. After suppressing his full bladder for over the last two hours, releasing it was like the climax of great sex.

"Oh God, that feels good." He said to himself as he shook his flesh free of the liquid that had just sprung forth and returned it back to its resting place in the crook of his boxers.

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Walking down the last aisle of the small convent store, Sam grabbed a bag of chips off the rack and dropped them into the basket he was holding. Turning around, he collided with Dean.

"Damn Dean, you could warn a guy." Sam spat out.

"Now your starting to sound like me." Dean replied, lifting a box of crackers from Sam's collection of snacks and ripping the top open.

"Please tell me you at least washed your hands?" Sam asked in a pleading, but highly annoyed, tone.

"But that would ruin all the fun of you not knowing." Dean told him as he dug into the container and popped a few of the cheese-flavored bites into his mouth.

Dean laughed lightly to himself as he watched the look on his brother's face. Sooner or later he'd have to ease up on poor Sammy, but since Sam was the one that had dragged Dean on this wild goose chase, that time would have to be later. Maybe quite a bit later.

Pulling a six-pack of beer from the cooler and a few other beverages, ones that that wouldn't be illegal to consume while driving, Dean made his way to the counter and dropped all of his choices into its surface.

He waited until Sam did the same and then pulled out a small wad of hundred dollars bills. After handing one over to the cashier for the bags now in front of them and the tank full of gas outside, the boys took the change and loaded the groceries and themselves into the Impala.

"OK, tell me again, where we're going?" Dean asked Sam as he took over the drivers seat and turned the engine over.

"Somewhere near the San Francisco, Bay Area." Sam answered.

"And how do you know this?"

"I saw the Golden Gate Bridge in a flash."

"That big red painted thing?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah, but it's actually called, International Orange."

"Orange? No it's not. Look at all the pictures of it. It's red."

"Dean, do you forget I lived to California for months longer then you have ever stayed put in one place?" He asked the blunt, brunette manning the steering wheel. "It's a trick of the light against the background-" He paused. "OK, I can't believe we're actually fighting over this."

"I can. You always have to be right."

"Me? Me!" Sam laughed, using his finger to point at his own chest while growing slightly annoyed. "You should look in the mirror without playing with your hair once in a while, and you might actually see how full of yourself you are." He stated outright, feeling justified. "Not to mention bullheaded, clueless and rude." He cared on.

"OK, Ok. I get it. You think I'm an idiot." Dean fired back. It was easy to see that Sam's last words had thrown Dean a little over the edge, but could you blame him? "Well, if you hate me so much, why are you here? I mean in the whole time we've been together and after all that we have been through, you wait till now to tell me you think I'm as dumb as a post?"

"A post?" Sam eyed Dean, raising a brow, amused.

"Shut up. It's the only thing I could think of." He told his brother, letting out a heavy sigh. "Dammit Sam, do I really disgust you that much?" He asked, drawing back his harsh line of questioning. Now the tables were turned. Dean was on the verge of breaking while Sam sat opposite.

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It was many hours later when the Impala came to a stop just north of the Golden Gate. Sam had pieced together a few more clues using his laptop and his intuition; both had brought them about an hour out of San Francisco to a small town called, San Rafael.

"Are you sure this is right?" Dean asked Sam for the millionth time.

They hadn't really talked much more then to give and receive directions, order dinner and to stop for the occasional pit stop and bathroom break. Needless to say, the tension was so thick it could have been cut with a knife.

"Yes." Sam answered shortly, just as he had all the other times before.

"Well we don't even know this persons name. How the hell are we supposed to find them?"

"It's a, J. Harris." Sam answered quietly. "I saw it on an envelope on a stack of mail in my nightmare."

"What the hell, is it like a camera flash for you? A different picture every time?" Dean asked, but was only slightly serious.

"It was this time." Sam trailed off.

The nightmare had been like throwing a mess of photographs onto the floor and trying to sort through them all while waiting for a bell to ring. Signaling that time had ended. In that moment, Sam tried to gather up as much information as he could, but nothing made any sense unless it could all be strung together.

"Well, I say we grab a motel room and a phonebook for the night." Dean told Sam, even though he was sure he wasn't listening to him anymore. "I'll sleep for a few hours and you can thumb through the white pages." He threw out there to prove his point, glancing over at his taller brother. If Sam was listening, he'd never agree to it.

"Sure, whatever." Sam whispered as he rested his head against the windowpane of the passenger side door, staring out at the darkness of the night, and the even darker outlines of the scenery flying past.

"So, if alien's came down and probed you with their long 'probey thingies,' you'd be OK with that?" Dean inquired, teasing him because he knew he could get away with it this time.

"Uh huh." Sam answered in a bored tone.

"Dammit, Sam. Why do you get to be the one that's pissed? You're the one that called me an idiot." Dean yelled as he hit the breaks. Nearly slamming into the back of an SVU.

"I didn't call you an idiot, Dean. You called yourself that." Sam told him coming too; now that they had almost been in an accident he was paying more attention.

"You started it."

"Yeah, that's mature." Sam sighed. "I'm tried of fighting with you."

"Then stop correcting me Sammy, like I'm too stupid to know anything past Elementary School. Just because you whet to college doesn't make you better than me."

"I didn't say that it did, Dean." He replied, surprised at his brothers comment.

"No, but it seems like you throw it in my face every chance you get." He spat, tears slightly welling up.

"Dean, dude I'm sorry." Sam told him, leaning forward in his seat to get a better look at the older Winchester's face.

"You should be." He stated as he pulled them, and the Impala, into the parking lot of a 'Best Western.' "Go get us a room." He told Sam, turning off the engine and opening his own door. "I have to pee." And with that he stepped out and disappeared into the black of the night.

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Two hours later and Dean lay in the furthest bed snoring, while Sam sat and the small table pouring over the white pages of the 'Marin County' phonebook.

Yawning, Sam wrote the last name down in his personal notebook and closed it, pulling its elastic band around its edges.

As the clock on his laptop stated loudly, in a mechanical voice, that it was 2 A.M., Sam closed it quietly and stood up to move over to his own, lumpy motel bed.

He'd give anything right now to sleep on an actual comfortable mattress, one that didn't have you aching or wanting more sleep in the morning. And that fact that he was too tall for most standard beds didn't fair well for him in that department.

"Dean? Dean are you asleep?"

Dean snored loudly in response to Sam's question and rolled over pulling the blankets with his body.

Kicking his shoes off, Sam removed his shirt and tossed it into the seat he had just occupied for well over the last hour. Dropping his jeans around his ankles he stepped out of them, pulling the cold blankets of his bed back. Shivering as he slid under them with only his thin boxers covering him, Sam drew the sheets up around his chin and turned away from Dean to face the window.

Closing his eyes he yawned again and stretched out, only minutes from sleep. Or so he thought.

"Ohh." Dean moaned quietly in his slumber, making Sam's eyes snap open.

"Dean?" Sam whispered to him, trying to gently rouse his brother. "Dean, wake up."

"Oh yeah. Mmm, yeah right there."

"DEAN!"

"What!" Dean sat straight up in his bed, looking around startled. "Dammit Sammy, I was having a good dream." He told him as he realized where he was. Lifting up the blankets to look down at his crotch, he wasn't surprised to see that he was more than half cocked.

"I heard."

"Now what am I supposed to do with this?" Dean asked Sam, pulling his covers back to show what he was left with having been woken in the mid stages of a wet dream. The bulge in his briefs was unmistakable.

"Your problem, not mine." Sam answered as he smiled to himself in the darkness, trying not to laugh. "Night Dean." He chuckled, rolled over and closed his eyes again.

"Thanks, Jackass." Dean said annoyed, turning to face the wall, pulling his covers up and over his head.

"You're welcome. Slut."