Jensen and Jared spent a few days suffering miserably, living on cheap food and sleeping in smelly motels. They thought about going to the men of letters refugee, as the place had recently become a home for Sam and Dean. They tried hard to find out where the hunters had kept the address of the place written down, but they just couldn't find it, and ended up giving up on it.
In the mean time, Garth, besides working on a lot os supernatural cases, was also helping Kevin Tran the best way he could. The profet was trying to decifer which were the next trial that Sam should face to close the gates of hell. It was with great concern that Garth received the bad news that Gale, The Toothy, was running free and was cousing a big trouble, and the Winchester's brothers were to be blamed. Not only they let the creature scape but also vanish from the face of the earth.
Garth phoned Dean from the tenth time. Jensen finally picked up the phone.
- Dean, where are you and Sam hiding? Gale, The Toothy, has bitten half the worlds' pupulation and that's all on you!
Jensen got alarmed, he didn't intend to hunt any supernatural creature. He set the phone to loud speaker so Jared could help him with that conversation.
- Hi Garth, this is Sam. Look, Dean and I gave up being hunters.
Garth laughed. "- what kind of a joke is that?"
- This is not a joke! –Jensen replied in a serious voice – leave us alone, we won't go after Gale. He has big teeth!
- Hey guys, stop with that, you are scarying me! –Garth complained, still half expecting to hear them laughing and saying "I got you" from the other side of the line. But the laugh never came...
- But... What about Sam's trials... to close tha gates of hell? – he moaned.
- No way! –Jared replied, getting nervous just to think about doing something that dangerous.
Garth couldn't understand what heapened to those two, who used to be so brave and determined. The boys didn't care to give a lot of explanation and said they were too tired of this fight of good against evil. They had retired for good.
After that day, Jensen and Jared turned off their cell phones and spent a few nights without being able to get any sleep. They were afraid that ghosts and demons could pay them a visit during the night.
The only consolation the two friends had is that they had one another. They didn't enjoy going out as they feared the supernatural monsters that lived in that insane universe. They spent their days playing cards, remembering their "previous lives", watching TV... Sometimes they cried together, and hugged to confort each other. Some times they laughed sterically, for no reason at all. Even though they were struggling, they were managing to survive, all thanks to the fact that they had each other's friendship.
Garth, however, refused to accept things as they were. As the brothers didn't take his calls, he went to meet them in person, after traking down their location. So one night, Jensen and Jared were playing blind man´s buff, when someone knocked at their door.
- Garth, what are you doing here? –Jared asked surprised as he opened the door to meet the skinny hunter's goofy face.
- I came to ask for your help! You can't just simply abandom your obligations and leave me taking care of everything! Gale is out there, and we need to go after him.
- No! – Jensen complained – This Gale guy is ugly and he bites! Find other idiots to serve as a backup for you.
- Oh mine, where are the tough guys I used to know? Don't tell me you're both afraid of a little leprechaoun now?
That conversation was going nowhere. Jensen and Jared had their minds made, but Garth was trying to convince them to go back to the hunting life. The truth is that with Dean and Sam retired, it would be up to him to do the three tasks to close the gates of hell. And, of course, the poor man was scared.
What none of them knew is that Garth had been followed by a little ghost. White, small, and almost harmless. The poltergeist looked at the three guys who argued and manifested himself:
- BOOOOOOOO! – he yelled.
Jensen and Jared hided behind Garth, shaking in panic. They hunter couldn't believe that those big strong men were terrified of such fragile spectrum. Garth said half a dozen words, threw a little bit of salt, and soon the white thing was leaving the place. Garth still had to spend two hours of his precious time comforting the "Winchester brothers". They were both crying, shaking and asking Garth not to leave the place because they needed protection.
As soon as he managed to get rid of those two, Garth sent a message to all of the other hunters: "The Winchesters have gone crazy, they are a lost case". And that's how the actors were finally left to continue their miserable existence in peace.
Something inside Jared, however, urged for a logical explanation about that nonsensical event. He was not willing to believe that, just like magic, he had simply turned into Sam Winchester. This kind of thing just don't heappen, it couldn't heappen... And it was very late at night, another one of those nights that Jared spent without sleeping, that he finally found the explanation he needed so badly. He was allucinationg. Of course, that had to be it!
In his wanderings, Jared imagined that he could have suffered an accident and be in a coma. Or who knows he was at a catatonic state in a mental institution somewhere out there... And for some reason his alluciation wanted him to live as Sam. That thought made him relieved, after all his body was protected somewhere else. Maybe the best he could do now was to live like Sam, and imagine Dean by his side. Dean era brave, protective, and would know how to support him. He would be his adventure partner. And it was with those thoughts that Jared finally managed to sleep.