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Yeah, I probably should've paid a little more attention in English class.
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Now that I'm done rambling, here's Chapter 3.
Sam squinted through the Impala's windshield, wiping away the large patch of condensation that kept forming inconveniently in front of his face. Torrents of rain pounded down on the sleek black car; the water encased the entire vehicle in a thin translucent film, lowering any visibility he might have had beforehand. For all Sam could see, he might as well be driving around with his eyes closed.
Though he knew it was downright insane to keep driving around in this kind of weather, Sam was reluctant to return to the motel. He couldn't seem to shake the nagging suspicion that someone or something was watching him. At first he ignored his qualms, assuming it was only Ruby. But she only waited a few hours, at the most, before contacting him. Whatever the thing was, it had been there watching him the entire day, maybe longer.
Sam drove back to the motel, deciding that the best option was to wait and see if the thing would come to him. In this weather, he'd probably end up accidentally driving the car off a bridge trying to shake the thing off his tail. Back in the motel room, he compensated by pulling out what seemed to be every single weapon he owned as he sat there waiting, wishing that the damn thing would come already.
Outside, the rain had finally stopped, though stray droplets still fell from the sky, a few landing on the man standing motionless in the middle of the motel parking lot. Dean stood next to the Impala, gazing impassively through the window. While he couldn't deny that the car was still and would always be a thing of beauty, he no longer felt the attachment he once had to his former home and sanctuary. None of his old love and reverence for the vehicle remained. Now, the Impala was just a car to him. A piece of metal that got you from Point A to Point B.
Turning around, Dean was about to leave as something caught his eye. There, fixed to the dashboard of the Impala, was an iPod jack. "What the hell?" was the very first thought that popped into Dean's head before he caught himself and muttered under his breath, "Just a car, just a car," before walking off.
Taking care of the fugitive demon nest went quicker than Dean had imagined. Well, there wasn't much to be expected from a bunch of demons who couldn't even follow Hell's one and only rule: Do what you're told and you'll live. All Dean really had to do was seal the exits and toss in a couple of explosives and the entire warehouse went up in flames. Alastair was supposed to be the one in charge of their punishments but Dean couldn't help but give them a little taste of what to expect. After that, there wasn't much else to do besides drag their sorry asses back downstairs.
In fact, the task was so short that he had plenty of extra time to go and find Sammy. Good thing too since the kid hid himself pretty damn well. He found Sam in this town, where he was finishing up a salt and burn. Dean noticed he kept looking over his shoulder as if he knew someone was following him. It wouldn't have surprised him if he already knew Dean was there, even if it was a long shot.
In the motel room, Sam was crouched next to the bed, which was lined with an impressive array of weapons. He stiffened as he heard footsteps, which were steadily drawing nearer and nearer. He braced himself as the doorknob twisted and the door slowly opened, the locks grinding as they broke while the door chain was dislodged from the wall. And in the doorway stood someone Sam thought he would never see again. It was Dean.
Sam acted involuntarily, grabbing the gun loaded with the silver bullets and then firing three shots at the thing standing in the doorway. The bullets hit their mark, the tiny projectiles puncturing the clothes and slicing through the skin and flesh of the thing, as blood began to drip from the wounds. Nothing happened.
Dean could've easily dodged those bullets, but he decided against it as Sam was going to need visible proof that he wasn't a shapeshifter or revenant before agreeing to talk to him. Anyway, when the gunshot wounds started to heal, they would automatically dislodge the bullets from his body, saving him most of the trouble. He stepped in to the room, noting with relief that there was no salt line, and said, "Hiya Sammy. Long time no see."
Sam stepped backwards, stunned, almost tripping over his own feet while shouting, "What are you?" Because that thing wasn't Dean. Dean died over a year ago when his deal was due. But the silver had no effect. Abandoning that worrying thought, Sam reminded himself that there were other creatures that could take a human form. This was obviously some imposter, using his brother's form to try and get to him. Well it wasn't going to work on him. Not this time. "What are you?" Sam repeated, discreetly picking up a dagger, holding it at his side, hoping that the edge of the bed would conceal the weapon.
The thing stepped a little closer at that, grinning as it said, "I think you know the answer to that, Sammy." And then its eyes turned black, the darkness engulfing the whites and pupils of the thing's eyes, like a lens rotating.
Sam stood there horrorstruck, as he realized the enormity of the whole situation. For hunters, this was one of the worst things that could ever happen on the job. Having someone close to you turned into the very thing you hunt. Common instinct told you to kill them like any other monster, but your love and care for the person stopped you from doing so. Situations like those always ended up bloody. Usually the newly turned monster and the hunter, along with numerous innocents, ended up dead. It was a hunter's worst fear.
Smirking, Dean walked forward, as if he exactly what was going on in his little brother's head. "You know," Dean said, "I thought you'd have been a little happier to see me. Kinda expected a warmer welcome. Do you shoot Ruby every single time she drops in? If you don't, then that's a shame, since the bitch deserves all she can get." As an afterthought Dean added, "Put down the knife, Sammy. You're only going to hurt yourself," remembering the dagger Sam had picked up when he walked in.
Noting the shocked expression on Sam's face, he continued, "Word travels fast in Hell. We gotta have something to do with our free time. I happen to know that you seem to enjoy fucking a demon in yours. You know, when you're not practicing your freaky Jedi mind tricks. I hear you can do exorcisms now. Nice. Real classy, Sam. On the other hand, I happen to know that your Wonder Girl powers aren't working at the moment. But let's face it Sam, you wouldn't send me back even if you could."
"What's wrong, Sammy?" Dean said mockingly, "Cat got your tongue?" noting Sam's temporary inability to speak. Those words seemed to do the trick though, jerking Sam from his stupor.
"What are you even doing here? What do you want?" were the first words Sam could choke out. Another thought hit him as he suddenly asked, "How come you still look like yourself?"
"C'mon Sammy, I'm insulted. I can't even pop in to visit my favorite brother anymore? And as for your other question, you'd be surprised at what a few favors in Hell can get you. By the way, I've been meaning to thank you for not having me cremated. That might have complicated things." As Dean said this, he felt a rush of amusement at the growing expression of horror on Sam's face.
Sam managed to find his voice again. "Dean, I'm sorry," he began, but Dean abruptly cut him off, an unfathomable look on his face.
"Save your little heartfelt speech for someone else," Dean said harshly, his green eyes suddenly cold. "It's too late for that. You should know that. What's done is done."
Dean straightened and smirked, his eyes still hard as he casually said, "While you don't have anything planned, I actually happen to extremely busy. You know with Lilith and all of the Seals." He stood there motionless, eyes flickering with amusement, as he waited for Sam's reaction.
Sam didn't disappoint him. He gaped at Dean as he said, "What are you talking about? Lilith? What Seals? What is she up to?"
Dean laughed in response and shook his head. Chortling, he said, "Does Ruby not tell you anything? Cause there seems to be a lot that you don't know about, little brother." Grinning he said, "You should ask her. Find out what else she's been hiding from you and lying to you about. Should be enough to fill a book. Probably several books."
Dean's phone vibrated in his shirt pocket. He looked down at it absentmindedly, remembering that he was still on call for anything else that might pop up. "Well, the boss man is calling. I've got some more work to do." Dean said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Remember, this ain't over; I'll be back," he assured Sam, while grinning evilly at him. "Gotta go. I'll see you around Sammy." With one last smirk he turned and walked through the doorway, disappearing.
"Wait!" Sam called out, but Dean was already gone. Sam felt himself sinking down on the bed, too stunned to do anything else for the time being as he thought, "What the hell am I going to do now?"
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