Chapter 2

Sam and Dean dumped Tony onto one of the motel's two beds. He was still unconscious. The Winchesters were concerned about how long he had been out.

"Maybe we should have dumped him off at an E.R. somewhere." Sam replied after the agent still had not woken up.

The blood on Tony's clothes had them concerned. He had already lost a lot of blood. And he was still bleeding from a gash on his head and some wounds on his chest. They had not inspected those wounds yet.

The brothers double-teamed Tony. Sam cleaned and bandaged while Dean stitched. They had the agent fixed up in no time.

Tony woke up an hour later. He was warm and comfortable and his wounds had been dressed.

Tony groaned as soon as he opened his eyes. His head was pounding. He then tried to move. His ribs reminded him that that had been a very bad decision. He collapsed back on the bed.

Tony then realized where he was and who was in the room with him. He, again, automatically reached for his weapon.

Dean got up from where he was sitting and went over to his duffle bag. He pulled out Tony's guns and knives and showed them to the agent. "We promise to give them back," The elder brother paused. "…as long as you promise not to use them on us." Dean then put them back in his bag and zipped it up.

"You want some water, something to eat?" Sam asked, he imagined it had been awhile since the agent had eaten or drank anything.

Tony saw the Chinese food containers on the table and his mouth watered. He was starving and it would probably help, a little, with his headache. He nodded and Sam brought him a container and a pair of chopsticks. The agent was halfway through the food before he spoke.

"You can call me Tony, by the way." Tony paused. "Why…why did you do this? Why did you help me? …especially after what I did.

"Dean's a big softy." Sam replied.

Dean glared at his brother before he turned his attention to Tony. "Despite…what you did. You didn't deserve to be turned into a vamp."

Tony looked at both brothers again about this whole vamp thing. But they were serious.

Tony wondered where his team was. He had expected Gibbs to show up at any time. Gibbs had known where Tony was going to chase down a lead. They would find his car, and…and what? He was sure that the Winchesters would have left no clues. As long as they had evaded capture, they were not about to make a rookie mistake.

"Thank you, for…for not leaving me there like that. But, I…I need to go back. My boss, my team, they will be looking for me. They've realized that I'm missing by now. They'll come looking for me." Tony said, hoping they would just let him go. They weren't exactly holding him hostage. But he didn't know what else to call it.

Sam and Dean looked at one another. They didn't know what else to call it either. They didn't have a hostage. But Tony being injured and having no transportation posed a problem, for him and for them. Tony couldn't get anywhere without the Winchesters. But, if the brothers did take Tony where he needed to go, they would be captured and arrested.

Sam and Dean paced the floor brainstorming ideas and dismissing them as quickly as they came.

"We could take him…" Sam shook his head. "…he couldn't walk the rest of the way."

"They might not be waiting there." Dean thought out loud. "It's…."

"It's too dangerous to just leave him…."

"The vamps might come back…."

Tony watched the brothers go back and forth like that, until he spoke up.

"Guys, I left my car there." The agent replied.

Sam looked at Dean and then at Tony. "We didn't see a car."

"What?"

"No car, Dude." Dean stated. "We wondered how you got there."

"Damnit!" Tony said, shaking his head.

Dean sensed that there was more to this. "What?"

"The car's not mine." Tony stated.

TBC

End Note: I know this seems an odd place to end a chapter. But I wanted to open the next chapter with the little bit of comedy I wrote.