Chapter 2

"Dean, what's going on?" said Sam after some time

"Old friend, new lead." He said simply

"How good of a friend, and is she reliable?"

"Sam, don't worry about it."

Sam fell quiet, not sure what to say or do, he opened his mouth to say something more but saw that Dean was already getting up to get dressed. He wondered briefly is this friend at one point had been more, but tossed the idea of asking him. His brother was under stress, he could tell. Sam pulled the floral coverlet away from his body and swung his legs over the side of the queen sized bed. He sat for a moment and set his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes lightly to brush away the crust of sleeping. Feeling groggy he stood and put his hand on the nightstand to balance himself, and stood to his full height. Sam heard the rumble of the shower turning on, he stretched and went over the his bag where he had packed jeans and t-shirts. He slipped on a pair of baggy blue jeans and a black short sleeved oxford top, with a baggy jacket to keep him warm. Sam ran his hands through his now long hair and glanced back at the bed longingly, Phoenix was over 400 miles away, with only Dean's GTO for comfort.

In the bathroom, Dean was currently standing in the shower, thinking about what he would say and do when he saw Anna again, it had been a long time since he had seen her last. She didn't sound any different, her voice was alittle deeper, but it was the same old Anna that he had known, he could tell she was still angry. Dean turned the water on and felt the cold spray wash over his skin, the water began to heat up as he stood under the harsh pounding of the spray over his cool skin. Dean considered not going to see her, since she had already decided she didn't want to see him, but tossed the idea aside and relished in the thought of turning her world upside down again. He smiled slowly and closed his eyes, he would wreak havoc on her, make her want him again, he chuckled softly at the thought. Dean quickly washed up and turned the water off, stepping out of the shower and into the steamy hot bathroom, he was still smiling even after he had dressed and walked back out into the hotel room.

"What are you so happy about?" Sam said, watching his brother intently

"Oh nothing, just thinking about Phoenix."

"Two minutes ago you were dreading the thought of going to Arizona, and now you're all happy about it? Dean, are you drunk?"

"Oh course not Sammy. I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

"Nothin."

"Dean" Sam sighed "What do we have to go to Phoenix?"

"Because" he imitated "Anna's brother was kidnapped."

"Oh." He said

Dean chuckled as he gathered their few possessions and left the room.

"Sammy, go tell the guy we're leaving."

"Sir, yes, sir." Sam said and mock saluted him

"Don't be a wiseass." Dean said but was smiling at his brother's joke

Dean got into the car and put the key in the ignition, he heard the loud rumble of the engine turning over and the steady purr that vibrated the whole car.

"Good baby." He whispered and smiled again

Dean drove around the front of the motel just in time to see Sam walking out of the small musty building, he smiled and rolled the window down. Sam walked around to the other side of the car and opened the door. Sliding into the seat next to Dean, Sam tried to turn the volume on the cassette player in the car. Dean slapped his hand and looked at him.

"You know that rules, besides it's our song."

"Song? You mean you have a song? Highway to Hell by AC/DC is not what I would call a song, it's noise."

"It's the first song I ever heard in my baby."

"Your baby?"

"The car Sam, the car."

Dean stroke the dash and crooned.

"It's okay baby, he just doesn't understand us."

"You are so weird."

"And you're my brother so it must run in the family."

Sam smirked at Dean and leaned against the window and tried to get comfortable before closing his eyes.

"You're going to sleep?"

"Yes."

"Dude, c'mon it's almost 9 in the morning."

"Ya so, I had bad dreams last night."

"You're joking right? You were up all night because of some bad dreams? What were they about? Clowns? Unicorns? Demons?" Dean added emphasis to the last word as a joke

"No Dean. I had nightmares about… you know..."

"No Sammy I don't know."

"I can feel when a vision is coming on now, I have this throbbing in my head, but it doesn't hurt and then I can feel the slashing pain and then it's like the world ceases to exist. And now I'm having these bizarre flashes, like memories but they aren't my own. It's confusing."

"Damn it Sam! Why didn't you tell me this earlier? Maybe we should talk to that psychic again, you know from home."

Silence filled the car, both men thinking about the home that had never really been theirs to begin with, and after their mom had died their father had become obsessed with finding and killing the demon. It hurt to much for both of the men to think about their father as well, he had died some time ago, they still couldn't find the answer to how he died but Dean was damn sure it had something to do with the demon that had killed their mother, their father and Sam's fiancée. It was hard to grasp, the fact that the man that had taught them everything was gone, and not coming back. Dean watched out the front of the windshield at the passing landscape of Mesa, California.

"Maybe we should just go somewhere new, stop all this demon hunting for a while, take a break."

"Dean we can't do that. You know that, I have to find this demon, and not just for Jess, but for mom and dad as well. They deserve some peace."

"And we don't?! Sam, I've been doing this so long I wish sometimes that I could forget some of the things I've seen. Or done. I don't know how much I can take."

"I won't stop. Not until that demon is good and dead."

Dean fell quiet, not sure what to say or do, not wanting to upset Sam. He watched as the car ate up the road and turned the music up almost blasting it as Sam laid his head against the window and dozed.

A few hours later Dean pulled off at a gas station in what seemed the middle of no where, Sam was still sleeping against the window with his mouth hanging open and a small pool of saliva gathering at the edge of his mouth. Dean chuckled for a minute before pulling a black marker from the glovebox and leaning over. He pressed the tip to on the dark brown eyebrows and slid the tip over to the other edge to the other eyebrow. He chuckled again and Sam opened his eyes and dragged his sleeve over his lips, he looked around and looked at Dean. Dean looked at Sam and gave him a look, then burst into gales of laughter, Sam gave him a confused look and looked around the landscape.

"Where are we?"

UNTIL NEXT TIME

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