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The Collector
Chapter two
The next day
The brothers once more sat at the bar as they waited for word that the car was finished. They tried to make a little money hustling pool but they had no takers. None of the locals seemed to want to get involved with them, even the man who had been there the previous night had left as soon as they entered the bar.
"Boy I can't wait to get out of this hick town." Dean told Sam as he took a swallow of beer. He finished the bottle and set it next to the six other beer bottles lined up in front of him.
"You better ease up on the beer a little Dean or I'm going to have to do the driving."
It was Dean's car and he usually did the driving only letting Sam drive when he was too beat or drunk to drive. He put his bottle down.
"There's nothing else to do around here." Dean looked around the bar till he spotted a pretty girl sitting a few tables away. She and her friend returned his smile. "Hey Sam…there's two of them."
"Go ahead….I'm not interested."
Sam wasn't a one night stand man like his brother was. Once Sam was involved with a girl he tended to stay with them, but he knew with the life they led that was impossible.
"You just don't know how to have fun do you? Remind me to teach you someday." Dean said as he got up and took his bottle over to the girl's table. He ordered them both a drink then sat down and started up a conversation.
Sam gave a little smile as he watched Dean operate. He could see his brother sizing up the girls and trying to decide which one he was more interested in. A few times Dean would look over at him and motion him over but he didn't see the point in getting involved, they probably would be leaving tonight and would never see the girls again. He had a few one night stands in his life before he met Jessica and to him they were unfulfilling. No, he was a long term relationship type of guy unlike his brother who could love them and leave them at a drop of a hat. When it was obvious Dean wouldn't be returning to their table for awhile Sam got up and began playing pool by himself to pass the time.
Two hours later
Sam could hear Dean's distinctive ring tone as his cell phone rang. He watched his brother answer it then start heading toward him.
"Car's ready." Dean said as he grabbed his jacket.
"Whoa buddy." Sam grabbed his brother's arm. "I think you had a little too much to drink. I'll pick it up."
"I'm fine Sam." Dean reached in his pocket and pulled out his spare key. "The walk will sober me up."
Sam reached for it but Dean closed his hand over it.
"Dean this is a small town and a small town always has a local cop just waiting to bust strangers, and we don't need a cop checking into our business. Let me pick it up, I'll be back in a few minutes."
Dean glanced at the girls who smiled at him.
"Okay." He tossed the key to Sam; he wasn't going to argue, not with two girls waiting for him.
Outside
Sam began walking up the dark road toward the garage which was about a half mile away. It was a nice cool night and he actually was enjoying the walk, at least it gave him something to do. He had just crossed over a small bridge when a fog like mist seemed to come up from under the bridge and cover him. He stood there for a few seconds thinking it was strange the way the mist had all of a sudden appeared but he knew patches of fog often appeared on back country roads especially around water.
He shook off the odd feeling and continued up the road and walked into the garage. Once there he took out his fake credit card and paid for the car then started driving back to town.
He had only driven a few blocks when out of nowhere a man suddenly appeared in front of him. As he slammed on his brakes his body flew forward and his forehead hit the steering wheel hard. The last thing he thought of before he passed out was how bad the man had been hurt and that Dean was going to kill him for damaging his car.
The bar – Forty five minutes later
Dean glanced at his watch and started to get worried. Sam should have been back by now or at least have called if there was a delay. He walked to the door and looked up the street in the direction of the garage. In the distance he could see red flashing lights. His heart started to pound in his chest as he first walked then started running toward them. He felt a cold chill shoot through his body when he saw the Impala parked at a strange angle in the middle of an intersection. He pushed past the small crowd that had gathered around the car.
"What's going on? Where's my brother?" He shouted as he looked frantically around for Sam.
TBC