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Dean stood up onto his feet then paced back and forth while pondering for a moment, wondering how they could get the car to an auto body shop and without anyone looking into the trunk, finding the arsenals. The older brother smirked as he snapped his fingers "I have an idea on that Sammy, it might work."
Sam looks at Dean and spoke "What would that be? say a magic spell and make them all vanish?" Sam's voice was laced in a sarcastic tone. He was still miffed at his older brother for being an idiot, but he knew that their dad would tear his backside up in a big way. Dean glared at his younger brother. He knew the kid was still mad at him and had every right to be.
"No smart-ass, We are gonna need a couple of trash bags downstairs then we can both go to the car, praying noone has picked it up yet, We could bag all of our tools that's in there and bring it back to the house."
Sam nodded as he responds "I'm not being smart, I'm being realistic. If dad ever finds out what we are doing we won't see sunshine for the next two decades." Sam inhaled a deep breath and continued. "That does sound like a good plan, I am guessing we should cut school today too 'cause there is no way I'm going there when you need my help."
He sighed standing up onto his feet. He looked over at the tray of oatmeal, which gotten cold by now, He groaned "Should we get something to eat on the way there?"
Dean made a face and shook his head " Eh, I can't think about food right now. But soon as we get done with the car we can stop somewhere." Dean went to get his clothes out of his drawer so he could change into something to go out in suddenly he felt a sharp pain causing him to wince again. Sam noticed his wrist had gotten worst then spoke "Dean, you should have that looked at."
Dean nodded and spoke "Maybe its just a sprain Sammy. I'll be fine. Wait for me downstairs I'll be there in a minute."
Sam knew better than to believe Dean was fine, In fact he was far from that. His older brother was in pain. He went downstairs then gathered some black trash bags and waited on the couch in the living room. Several minutes later Dean came downstairs wearing dark blue jeans and a brown with white stripe shirt that had long sleeves and shoes. He looked a bit better than he did earlier, but still had the hangover.
"I better call the school and fake an excuse so they won't try and call dad." Sam looked up as his brows furrowed
"How are you gonna do that?" Dean smirked picking up the phone as he chuckled "Watch and learn Sammy." Dean dials the number then got a hold of a secretary Dean disguised his voice to make himself sound like John "Hello, this is John Winchester I am calling to inform you that Dean and Sam won't be attending school for the next couple of days. Yea they both have came down with a very bad stomach flu. All right thank you" Dean hung up the phone smiling as Sam sat there with his mouth open looking like a fish that was caught on a hook.
Dean started to laugh as he spoke in his normal tone "What Sammy its not like it was the first time." Sam chuckled as he got his speech back "Really, you done this before. All I can say is you better hope dad never finds out because then our asses will be grass."
Dean rolled his eyes "Yea I know and dad would be the lawn mower." Dean gotten the keys then both him and Sammy left the house. As they walked down the street to the impala Sam looked at Dean while speaking "Why two days Dean?"
"Because thats probably how long it might take to fix the impala and we have to cover all tracks of what happened before dad gets home." Sam couldn't agree more after all he became bonnie in short few hours and his brother was Clyde. He felt guilt in his stomach, knowing helping his brother covering up something this huge was not a wise move at all but looking at him and those green eyes how they can send out mask of pain and panic gets to Sam even more.
"Maybe its not that bad." Sam trying to convince either himself or his brother but he knew it had to been a bad wreck for him to walk this far back to the house after dark last night then suddenly it hit him what if a demon or something had attacked him. He had no protection at all. If John were to find out about this they wouldn't be sitting til Christmas.
The boys walked a couple blocks, finally arriving at the light pole thankfully the car was still where he had left it. Sam mouth fell upond seeing the dire shape the impala was in Dean groaned loudly as he gotten a good look at the damage in broad daylight. He was screwed and knew it.
"Dean! The entire front end looks like a twisted peice of metal!" Dean closed his eyes as they looked over the car damage. It was bad, Dean was lucky he walked away with a wrist injury. Sam stood there seeing the glass all over the road and the large dent on the side of the car door he was livid "How could you drink and drive like this. Oh my god you could have died!"
Dean let out a frustrated breath and snapped "You think I don't know that Sam?! I thought I could make it home last night. The bar wasn't that far." Sam smacked his brothers arm and spoke "Be glad I'm not tall enough yet to reach your head." Sam sighed as Dean glared at him. He went over to the trunk opening it, Sam walks over then helps Dean as they put all the hunting tools into the trash bags.
"We need to think of how we are gonna come up with the money to pay for the damage Dean within two days." Sam suggested as Dean closed the trunk the two of them headed back to the house on foot. "I know I think we should see what the repair guy says first and we can figure out how to come up with the cash."
"Dean I think it might be at least several hundred dollars. The impala is a pretzel now." When they gotten back into the house and going inside Sam took the bag Dean was carring because his wrist was bothering him even more. Sam grew more concerned as they both went into the kitchen setting the bags on the table. Sam walks over to Dean looking at his wrist it turned purplish blue "Aww Dean! you really need to have this checked."
"Yea I know but we can't do it here. The doctors would ask all sorts of questions." Sam sat down at the table watching his brother calling the auto repair shop asking them to tow the impala then he hung up, wincing as he sat down in the chair. "What did the guy say?"
"He said that they will pick it up and check it but it will cost us for the towing as well." Sam nodded giving his brother a puppy look in his eyes. Dean knew what that look meant. He reached over and patted the kids hand and smiled "Hey its gonna be alright kiddo."
Sam shook his head as he spoke "No Dean it's not you really need to have your wrist checked somehow, what if its broken?" Dean knew Sam was right it could have been broken which didn't ring good to him. "I know, We could go out of town to another hospital and I can use a fake name."
Sam grinned "Like we do with hunting. What if they ask for insurance cards?" Dean bit the bottom of his lip then smirked "Well dad must have some old cards he doesn't use anymore I can try one of those hopefully they won't be tracked."
Sam nodded "Also transportation, We don't have a car Dean." Sam slumped in the chair as he sighed in defeat. Dean smirked, He wasn't giving in yet. "We can take the bus, I know dad keeps some money in the cans up in the cabinet we can use that to get there and back in no time."
"Whoa! wait, dad only uses that for emergencies." Sam explained.
"Yea I know, this qualifies as an emergency Sammy." Dean stated as he opened one of the cabinets pulling out a coffee can, opening the lid, taking out a large sum of cash as he smiled at his brother. Sam shook his head and wonders if they should get his brain looked at while they are at the ER.
The brothers are digging themselves in deeper here. I am having fun with this story. Next chapter the brothers takes a bus to another town so Dean can have his wrist checked out. What adventures and trouble you think they could get into in just two days?