Sorry, I meant to post this earlier but I've been having a bit of trouble with my internet connection. Anyway, no Sam in this one, but we'll get back to him in the next chapter. I hope you like this one.
Cindy.
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Dean awoke with a jerk, the sensation of pressure on his shoulder pushing him into full alert mode. He came up swinging, his fist hitting air.
"Whoa there tiger!" a gruff voice exclaimed.
Dean focused his eyes and soon Bobby's grizzled face come into view.
"Sorry Bobby," Dean murmured. "How long have I been sleeping?"
"Two hours, as requested," Bobby replied, a slight grin on his face.
"Thanks Bobby. Now, let's get moving," Dean said, pulling himself up from the bed.
"I checked out the area you found Sam's stuff at and I think we should check out the bar down the street. Odds are, whoever jumped Sam came from or was going to the bar," Bobby stated, watching Dean pull on his boots.
"Yeah. That's where Sam and I were shooting pool the night this all started," Dean replied, sadness creeping into his eyes.
Bobby lowered his eyes, giving Dean his moment in private. They had to find Sam, he thought, because if they didn't Dean would never make it. The guilt would eat him up inside if they were too late in their quest. If he lasted long enough for guilt to kill him. Even though Dean knew it was a demon who made him say and do the things he did, he would still blame himself for not having the strength to stop it. No amount of reasoning would help. If something happened to Sam, Dean would slowly die, if he didn't hurry the process along himself.
"Uh...we should get going," the older hunter said, glancing up at Dean.
"I'm ready," Dean replied as he pulled on his jacket. He grabbed his keys and headed to the door. Bobby got up from the chair he had plopped into and followed Dean out the door. They both climbed into the Impala and Dean started the car, the loud rumble vibrating through the frame. Bobby reached into his pocket and pulled out a wrapped sandwich, then handed it to Dean.
"Here, eat," Bobby said, flashing an authoritative glare at Dean.
"No thanks, I'm not hungry," Dean replied, ignoring the offered sandwich.
"The deal was two hours of sleep and you would eat in the car. Well, we're in the car. Now eat!" Bobby demanded, once again pushing the sandwich toward Dean.
Dean glanced at Bobby and decided it would be best to just eat the sandwich. The Winchesters weren't the only stubborn asses in the hunting community. Bobby was right up there with them and Dean could see he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He reached over and took the sandwich, nodding his thank you. Bobby nodded back, then turned his eyes forward and stared out through the windshield. Dean unwrapped the sandwich, then put the car in gear and drove out of the parking lot.
Five minutes later they pulled up across the street from the bar. Dean pushed the last biteful of sandwich into his mouth, thankful to Bobby as he hadn't been aware of how hungry he was. The bar looked pretty busy for the hour. Both Dean and Bobby got out of the car and trotted across the street. They entered through the front door and were immediately assaulted by the thick, smoky air. They found a table in the center of the room that gave them a good vantage point of the entire bar.
Dean walked up to the bar to order a pitcher. As he waited, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned his head and recognized the man as the asshole from the other night who had dared to touch Sam.
"Hey! I remember you," the man slurred, already two sheets to the wind.
"Yeah? Well then you know to get out of my face!" Dean snarled, pulling his shoulder away from the man.
"Hey, hey! Just making small talk here. It's like I told your boyfriend the other night..." the man started.
Dean grabbed the man by his jacket, pulling him up face to face. "What do you mean?" Dean hissed.
"You know, your pretty little friend who hustled me outa my money," the man replied, trying to pull free from Dean's grip.
"That was my brother and he didn't hustle you. He was just better than you!" Dean shot out, pulling the man closer. "When did you see him?"
"Uh, last night. We had a real nice talk," the man quipped, a sly grin spreading across his face. "He didn't say much, but we still had a real good time!"
The man began to cackle and Dean just about lost it. He was pulling back to punch the asshole but a strong hand grabbed his arm, stopping it before it could do any damage.
"Dean, not in here," came Bobby's raspy whisper. "We can't afford for you to be in jail."
Dean relented and allowed Bobby to pull him from the bar, but as he backed away, the man reached up to straighten his jacket collar, his sleeve pulling up his arm. That's when Dean saw Sam's watch around the man's wrist. He jerked away from Bobby and lunged at the man, plowing into him with the force of a grizzly bear. The man let out a startled "Hrmph!" as Dean hit him, knocking the wind from him. They fell to the floor and Dean would have destroyed the man if several sets of arms hadn't pulled him off of him.
Dean screamed with rage, "Let Me Go!"
Bobby held him around the chest and the bartender pushed in front of Dean.
"Dude, look. I want to kick that dick's ass most of the time myself, but seriously, he's not worth going to jail for," the bartender whispered. "If you keep this up, I gotta call the cops. But if you leave and something happens to ole Jake once he leaves, I'm really not gonna remember your face. And no one else in here will either."
Dean looked at the bartender and nodded his understanding, shooting daggers at the man as he was pulled up from the floor. The man flinched at the fury he saw in Dean's eyes. The bartender leaned in closer and whispered, "Watch out for his nephews. They're usually with him and they're huge."
"Thanks," Dean rasped, then turned and followed Bobby out the door. As if on cue, the back door opened and two very large men walked in, glancing around in confusion at the full, but quiet bar.
Once Bobby and Dean reached the Impala, Bobby grabbed Dean's arm and turned him around to face him.
"What the hell was that Dean?" he inquired.
"He's the one who hurt Sam. He and probably his asshole nephews!" Dean spat.
"How do you know that?" Bobby asked, searching Dean's eyes.
"He pretty much said so. Oh yeah, and he was wearing Sam's watch!" Dean seethed.
"Son of a bitch!" Bobby growled, turning his eyes back to the bar.
"I'm gonna rip that old fucker to shreds Bobby!" Dean cried, his body trembling.
"We'll take care of him Dean. Let's just be smart about it. We'll wait for him to come out, and we'll take back what he took from Sam."
"The barkeep says he has two huge nephews that will probably be with him. I'm sure they were there last night because that little fuck couldn't take Sam on his own," Dean spat, pacing beside the Impala.
"Then we'll take care of them too!" Bobby said, walking to the passenger door.
"We'll need to cover the back too," Dean said, looking at Bobby.
"Where do you want to be?" Bobby asked.
"I'll take the car to the back. Will you be okay out here?"
"A little cold ain't gonna bother me. Turn your phone on vibrate. Whoever sees them calls the other."
"Sounds good Bobby. Be careful."
"You too Dean. We do this quick and clean," Bobby instructed.
"You got that Bobby. For Sam."
"For Sam."
Dean got into the Impala and pulled down the street turning the corner before heading down the alley to park behind the bar. Bobby stepped back into the entryway of a small store, the shadows hiding him from view. There they both waited for the doomed men to exit the bar. Dean glared at the back door, willing it to open so he could kick some ass. He couldn't wait to get his hands on the man. He was going to deeply regret the day he touched Sam. The man and possibly his nephews were soon to be in a world of hurt.
One hour later Dean was getting antsy. There had been comers and goers but still the man hadn't left the bar. Dean was running out of patience and was very close to just going in and dragging the asshole out of the bar. He fidgeted in his seat, no longer able to sit still. The back door opened and Dean was finally rewarded when the man, followed by two large men, sauntered out into the alleyway. Dean grabbed his phone, dialing Bobby.
"They're coming out. Hurry Bobby!" Dean hissed into the phone.
"I'm on my way!" Bobby answered, hurrying across the street and around the building. He scooted alongside the building and peeked around the corner. The three men were nearing the Impala, their backs to Bobby. He crept from beside the building and quietly stole up behind them.
As the men approached the Impala, Dean creaked the door open and stepped out of the car.
"Gentlemen, nice to see you," Dean said, his lips curled into a menacing sneer.
"Well, what do you know! It's mister tough guy," the man snarled. "You better run along little boy before you get hurt."
Dean grinned, his eyes flashing. "Oh, I think I'll stick around for this. You have something that doesn't belong to you and I intend to take it back."
"You and what army?" the man hissed, a sneer on his face.
Dean winked at Bobby then looked at the man. "What army? Me, myself, and Bobby!" he shouted as he suddenly swung his fist, striking one of the large men square in the jaw.
The man crumpled to the ground, a startled look on his face. At the same time, Bobby kicked the other nephew's legs out from under him and he fell, cracking his head on the concrete. Before the older man could react, Dean grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the car. Bobby kept his eye on the two fallen men.
"What did you do to my brother?" Dean hissed, the fury making his voice shake.
"I told you, we talked and I took back what he stole from me," the man replied glibbly.
"You and your deformed partners there beat the crap out of him asshole. Now, tell me what else you did to him," Dean said, grabbing the man by the throat.
"Okay, okay! We beat him up. I wanted my money back. The kid barely put up a fight. He wouldn't even fight back."
"What did you do with him after you beat him up? And what else did you take from him dickhead?"
"We didn't do anything else. We just beat him up and I took my money. We left him laying in the alley."
Dean slugged the man in the stomach, doubling him over. "Wrong answer asshole!"
"I swear! Just the money!" the man gasped.
The next punch was to the jaw. "Try again!"
"Okay, I took his watch. Here! Take it back!" The man held out his arm and Dean snatched the watch from his wrist.
"What else!"
"That's it!"
"Let's see. Nope, I don't believe you!" Dean said, kicking the man in the ribs. He dug his hands into the man's pockets and felt a round metal object. He pulled it out and held it in his palm, his breath hitching in his throat.
"You little fuck! You took his ring!?" Dean seethed, staring at the ring. He grabbed the man by the hair and jerked his head up. "This ring was given to my brother by his girlfriend who was murdered, and you took it from him. I should slit your filthy throat!"
"Please, I didn't know! I'm sorry. Don't hurt me anymore," the man sobbed.
"What did you do to Sam after you beat him?"
"I told you! Nothing. I swear! We left him there. He was hurting, but he was alive. We just left him..." the man cried.
Dean heard a scuffle and looked toward Bobby, who was wrestling with one of the giants. Dean pushed the man's head down and went to help Bobby. He grabbed the man's arm and pulled him up from Bobby. As the man was pulled up, something fell from inside his coat. Dean glanced down and bristled at what he saw.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean screamed, ramming his knee into the man's stomach. The man dropped like a box of rocks to the ground, wheezing and gagging. "You took his knife? You motherfucker! I'm going to kill you!"
Dean grabbed the downed man's hair and drove his fist into his face. He punched again and again before Bobby grabbed him around the chest and pulled him back.
"Dean! They're not worth it. Let's get out of here," Bobby yelled.
"He doesn't have anything Bobby. Nothing, not even his knife. How's he supposed to protect himself? He's out there somewhere, all alone with no money or protection. And did you hear that dick? Sam didn't even fight back Bobby. What did I do to him...?" Dean cried.
"Not you Dean. The demon," Bobby stated, pushing Dean into the passenger seat of the Impala before climbing into the drivers seat. Dean didn't even struggle against him. He just shrunk into the seat in shock.
"If he wouldn't fight back with those bozo's, why would he fight back with the demon? He may just let it kill him," Dean whispered, turning panicked eyes at Bobby.
"He'll fight Dean, and we'll find him. We will."
"How Bobby? Ash hasn't seen anything yet and we have no way of tracking him. He could be anywhere by now. Where do we look?"
"I don't know Dean. I'm sorry, I just don't know."
Bobby started the car and drove out of the alley, leaving three broken and bloodied men behind.
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So, was Dean and Bobby too easy on those jerks? I think they were too easy on them, but we don't want our guys in jail so I decided to let the assholes live. I hope you all enjoyed that chatper and would really appreciate hearing from you. Take care. More tomorrow.
Cindy