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Sams Point of view
This couldn't be dean my brother had been gone for 2 years
BANG, BANG, BANG
I open the door with the lid of my holy water bottle well removed and tip the contents all over his head there was no reaction none at all
"Do you want to chuck some salt at me as well Sam? I've already been through this with Bobby and ill rather not go through it again" Dean sighed a grin taking over his lips it was him my brother I smiled back wrapping him in a quick manly hug
"Good to see you again bro" I say as I release him he just chuckles pointing behind me I turn around to see jess rubbing her eyes
"Who was making that noise Sam?" jess mumbles not looking up at dean
"Go back to bed jess it's no one they'll stop now anyway" she just nodded and headed back to the room
"Look at you Mr I have a girlfriend and am at college" Dean chuckled and added
"Does she even know about the family business?"
"As nice as this has been Dean why at 2 30 in the morning?" I yawned
"There is a job in Bridgewater Massachusetts I need your help Sammy" Dean muttered looking straight pass me
"what made you think that I would do it I haven't hunted since after you got taken haven't even seen Leah in that amount of time I'm not doing it good night dean" I went to shut the door but it wouldn't shut I look down to see he had put his foot between the door and doorframe
"Really dean real mature" I grumble out I'm trying to keep my voice low so jess wouldn't wake up again
"Just here me out on hunt you will only be away a week tops after this you can back to your Mr perfect lifestyle or if you want to continue you can does that sound like a fair offering?"
This would most likely be the only way to get him out of my hair
"The impala is downstairs go wait in there I'll be there soon" I said chucking the keys at him while I go to grab some gear and leave jess a note explaining how my brother invited me on a trip and I would be back later in the week afterwards heading to the impala to see a very confused dean
"What have you done to my baby Sam what the hell is this!" dean yelled at me holding up my ipod I couldn't help but laugh
"It's an iPod dean you put your music on it and then it's all in one place" dean looked at me with a serious face
"Did you keep my cassettes?" all seriousness still there I could help but chuckle again
"they are in a box ion the back seat" and with that my iPod was chucked into my lap and iron man by Black Sabbath blasted my ear drums like the good old days now to talk about the hunt while we are on the road
"So what's the hunt?"
"Strange things have been going on in Bridgewater there have been robberies murders the whole lot"
"Ok how is this strange?"
"Just look for yourself" dean handed me a folder showing that the crime rate from the last 5 years have been completely blown out of the water and it hasn't even been half a year
"Ok that is weird" I mutter out
Leah's Point of view
So many times, it happens too fast
You trade your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
It's the eye of the tiger
It's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge
Of our rival
The garage suddenly goes quiet I was to busy under the hood of a 67 ford mustang this is what my life had become since the argument 2 years ago I ended up in a town in Massachusetts called Bridgewater it wasn't so small that everyone knew your name not super big that everyone was on top of each other I was still doing hunts under the table but not as many as I used to and about a couple of months ago started working in the garage as well.
I wipe my hand on a rag heading back to the radio
"Piece of shit" I mutter under my breath. I smack the top of it making it start again
and the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all with the
Eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds
Still we take to the street
For the kill with the skill to survive
I soon give up on the radio deciding to go home instead I can finish the car in the morning.
I drop my gear at the door of my small one room apartment and go to the fridge grabbing a beer and some left over pizza going to the laptop to see if there was any jobs about and also going back to one I have been working on for a few months the one here at Bridgewater the higher crime rate especially in robberies and in murders wasn't just a coincidence I'm a bit surprised I haven't seen any hunters around. I shortly decide to go for a drive to see if there is anything happening but after 2 hour of not seeing anything I decide to head home driving past a small motel something I don't miss about being on the road when I see the impala no it can't be Sam is inn college and has given up on hunting I'm sure of it and dean is gone it can't be the impala. I head home to do some more research and some shut eye since I got work in the morning.
The next day I finished the Ford I wanted to leave but I had to wait for the owners to come in to collect it but instead I hear I voice which is all too familiar voice I hadn't heard in 2 years "Anyone here?"…