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Apparently they learned last night if they wanted to hustle poker, it was better not to get a motel in the town they were in but a town several miles down the road, so they couldn't find you. Not that they were going to try, they had just tried to attack them afterward. Dean had taken a few hits but Sam aggravatingly enough got out without a scratch and even dropped the guys. They had left very quickly after that and now were they in the impala on the way back to the hotel.
"At least we got some money." Dean offered.
"We're might have to change hotels, how are you feeling?"Dean was surprised that Sam had asked about his health.
"I'm a little sore."
"We'll get you ice before we leave, if we leave." he didn't understand Sam's behavior but that wasn't anything new. Dean didn't really like asking for help but he didn't know how to do it himself.
"Can you teach me how to fight hand to hand." Dean didn't even look at Sam when he said it.
"Yes." he had expected that answer but he also had expected some gloating. They drove in silence for the rest of the way, when the impala stopped Sam got out of the car and made his way into the motel. Dean followed him and saw that Sam was rooting around in his weapons bag he brought out a handgun. He wasn't scared and he was kind of scared that he wasn't scared, it meant that he trusted him and just weeks ago he had been his captor and that was just crazy, just plain crazy. Sam turned the handle of the gun towards Dean.
"Take it." Dean's hand hovered uncertainly over the handle. He had never handled a gun before but he took it. The weight of the gun felt strange.
"The safety's on." he looked down at the gun where was the safety?
"Keep it on you at all times. The bullets are regular so it will pretty much only work on a human. Your not stupid you know what shooting a human will do, you won't just be connected to me whose a thief and murderer." wait what?
"Murderer?"
"Sometimes the human demon possess don't survive." said simply like it was a fact of life.
"Oh." he wasn't really sure what else to say to that.
"Speaking of that, here's a silver knife." he gave him a knife in a sheathe "It goes around your leg, keep both of these on you at all times, they'll protect you." his face was completely blank, his weird array of emotions again. He remembered his face in the bar when the one of the guys had hit Dean, Sam had been angry. The guy who had hit Dean a few times Sam had totally beat him bad. He had only stopped when Dean told him to. The look in his eyes of pure fury against the guy had scared him, but it was also protective, he knew he had hurt that guy to protect him and no matter how unfeeling he seemed sometimes on the surface he cared for him, or maybe he was reading too much into the look he wasn't sure.
"Put it on." Sam got up "I'll get you some ice." Sam left the room with the ice bucket. He lifted up his pant leg and put the knife around his leg, it wasn't very comfortable, but he still pulled his jeans down over it. The door opened again and Sam had some ice he rooted around in one of the duffel bags Dean had never seen opened before and came out with an ice pack holder which he emptied the ice into. He handed him the ice pack and Dean put in on his shoulder, which made it felt better.
"The sheathe itch?" Sam asked.
"A little." Dean admitted.
"You'll adjust to it." Sam said simply.
"I don't think any of those guys are coming after us." Sam stated after a long moment of silence.
"After the beating you gave that guy, I wouldn't be to sure." Dean countered.
"Let them come, I'd love to burn some more energy off." this was one the times like the look in his brother's eyes were scary. He poured salt over all the doors and windows again. In the last week he explained that salt repelled spirits and some other things. He also put some stuff on the door he hadn't done that before.
"It's in case those guys come after us they won't get the drop on us this way."
"And if someone from the motel tries to get in."
"Well they'll knock first or regret it." another chilling look from his brother. He climbed into the bed, closest to the door. Dean got up from the chair and made his way to the second bed he took off his coat and shoes then he laid on his stomach, his back having got most of the injury.
He heard the tv turn on. This was another thing that had changed, before the television had been on to relax Dean but now. Sam watched it every night but it wasn't to relax, his eyes watched everything intensely like he was looking for something but every time Dean's mouth opened to ask him what it was he was looking for he closed it, but not tonight. He got onto his side so he could see his reaction.
"Why do you watch tv?"Sam eyes briefly looked at him before turning back towards the tv.
"Because it's fun." he said without emotion.
"Not the way you watch it." he countered. Sam didn't answer him for a long time so long that Dean thought he wasn't going to when he said.
"I'm watching." he was about to say no really but he thought there was deeper meaning in what he said, what that was he wasn't really sure.
"Watching for what." there was another long pause.
"Normal behavior." he answered slowly. That didn't bode well.
"There's nothing normal about behavior on TV." Sam didn't say anything else for awhile and Dean decided just to let it drop for now, he got back onto his front and got himself into a comfortable position, he listened the TV absently and fell asleep.
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