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Sorry for the delay… but I really had a hard week. Spanish-test, Rehearsal for our play on two days. Each day 5 school-hours. I really was too lazy to write afterwards.
Okay… I'm gonna go on Vacation the next days. To the same place my story "Business Abroad" is supposed to be. Yeah… I'm gonna go to my sister in Austria… in about 5 hours. :D… I really have to go to bed.
FLDI guess… I haven't found the plot… yet… But I'm gonna search carefully. Thanks for reviewing.
bia1007, Yeah… Bobby's great. Thanks for your cute review.
RhianaStar, I'm glad you caught up, too. Hope you gonna like my story, thanks for reviewing.
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Research
"What are ya doing?" John asked, sitting up straight. He looked over to his older son. Dean was sitting in front of his laptop, acting frustrated. "Dean?" John stood up, raising his voice, when he walked over to the boy.
The youth didn't move, staring hard at the screen, moving the mouse with one hand, his other supported his head. "Dean" John barked, but didn't receive a reaction. He huffed, kneeling down beside his boy, shutting the laptop with a quick movement.
"Hey" Dean protested. "I was reading that."
"Yeah… but not anymore." John nodded, a hand on Dean's knee. "When did you wake up… it's not even six in the morning?"
"I don't know… midnight… Bobby called and woke me up." Dean looked at the tired, sad eyes of his father. "How are you?"
"I'm okay… I mean… my head aches a little… but nothing I couldn't handle…" He sighed. "I'm sorry for yesterday. I was so…" With one hand still on his son's knee, he moved his other hand through his hair. "…Thomas died… right in the moment we nearly have killed this… I have no idea what it is… it isn't a Sandman… but than… something else appeared."
Dean looked straight into his father's eyes, before he glanced at his sleeping brother. "What appeared? Bobby told me that it looked like an innocent. Was it a demon?"
"No… I'm sure it wasn't a demon...." John stood up sitting down on the chair beside Dean's. "We went to this hut, which was in the centre of the places where we have found the signs. In the cellar it was… it had a human body… so it wasn't a sandman and it wasn't as powerful as one, so we tried to waste it, but no weapon would work on it, like you can't kill it, but since he hadn't the possibilities to kill us, we tried further."
Dean nodded, listening carefully.
"Than suddenly this man appeared from… nowhere. We wanted to save him… but than he smirked… I've never seen something like that… and he changed his appearance. He didn't look like a human at all anymore… too beautiful." John shook his head to get ride of the memories. "He was fast… strong and brutal. This 'Sandman'- well- vanished out of the room, as soon the other monster had attacked us. Thomas was dead before I could even think about shooting this thing… it also simply disappeared…" John swallowed. "Like he was just proving that he wasn't joking around. Thomas died…" The oldest Winchester ran a hand through his hair. "…and I live and it's my fault… he died because of me."
"Dad…" Dean stood up, right in front of his dad, both of his hands on each of John's shoulders. "please… it's not your fault… really. " Dean begged for his father to understand. "You… could… have…" Dean breathed hard, biting his lip. He wouldn't cry.
"I'm fine, son." John reached out, seeing the agony in his son's face. He couldn't even imagine what it would mean for his sons when he wouldn't come back once…
The man gently took Dean's hands in his, squeezing them tight. "Nothing happened… I'm still here." The youth nodded, fighting against his own feelings.
"Dean… don't you wanna sleep for a while?" John changed the topic.
"Dad…"
"Honestly Dean… you wanna give Sam a heart-attack with suddenly being knocked out?" John asked, standing up, pushing his son back to the couch, down beside the youngest of the three Winchesters.
Sam blinked, when Dean scooted between his brother and the back of the couch. "What?" The younger boy yawned.
"Everything's fine Sammy…" John tucked one of the blankets around his boys. Sam turned around slightly, looking at his brother. Dean smiled down, reassuringly. "You two can sleep for a few hours. I'm gonna do some research." Dean let himself fall against the pillows, a hand touching the small of Sam's back, with the back of his hand. Sam sunk down again, his head pounding. He really had cried too much.
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Dean opened his eyes, hearing his father talk in the kitchen. Sam who was sitting beside his brother's legs, laid one of his fingers to at his mouth, shutting him up.
"The boys are here."….
"No… I'm not gonna bring them to you…."…
Dean sat up to, frowning.
"I want them around as long we don't know what's gonna on."…
Sam and Dean exchanged looks.
"Bobby… they're my sons."…
"Yeah… screw you, too."…
"Then… call Jim if it makes you happy…"
An angry John rushed out of the room, glaring at his sons, when he saw them wide awake, obviously listening. "Dean… Sam… we guess that we know where this things are now. Pack your things we have to follow."
"Did you have a fight with Bobby?" Sam asked, while Dean stood up, obeying immediately.
"That's out of your business." John grumbled. Sam took that as a yes. He hated it when Bobby and his dad fought, since this two guys were pigheaded like hell, always insisting to have the last word. Sometimes they argued for a month. Jim would always be the one who mediated between these two guys.
"Sammy" Dean barked, when he saw that Sam wanted to say something. "Get your ass up and help me pack our things. Now." The youth wouldn't be able to take another fight between his father and brother. Sam glared at him, but helped though.
"I'm gonna load the Impala" John told his sons, taking his duffle bag.
"Dad has enough problems. He doesn't need you to annoy him any further." Dean warned his brother, packing his bag.
"I just don't understand why he is fighting with Bobby, when he exactly knows that he's gonna need him to find out everything." Sam answered, without turning to his brother, knowing that he would just face Dean's back.
"I know… I don't want them to fight, too. But Sam… dad's really down. We have to have patience." Dean told his little brother, closing his bag. "And honestly I don't want you to fight with him, too, so just let him do what he wants as long as it doesn't harm anyone."
"Okay…" Sam sighed. "But Dean… We really need Bobby's research. We need to find that son of a bitch, who killed Thomas." Sam's eyes were too bright, when he and his brother looked at each other for a brief moment.
"We're gonna hunt it down." Dean promised.
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