Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
A/N: Sorry it's been a bit more then I said but real life got in the way I've been very busy recently.
They drove in no particular direction for a half a week, just to make sure that if anyone had been following them that they had lost them. Eventually though they settled down in a small town, in which they planned to stay for a few weeks while Sam told Dean everything there was to know about the supernatural.
However, staying in any place for more than just a single night was after all the moving around. The place they were staying was a semi-decent motel, the motel had a mini-fridge, which was nice because that meant that they could kept leftovers or a little milk for cereal. Dean was eating a bowl of cocoa puffs at the moment from a nice big red plastic bowl. There was a nice red plastic spoon too to go with it from some fast food restaurant they had gone to awhile ago and then hadn't used the spoon for. The motel had a nice continental breakfast but Dean had woken up too late for it, however Sam who had gone had brought him back a bowl of cocoa puffs at his request. He hadn't had cereal in awhile, they were always eating in fast food restaurants and diners. Not that Dean minded most of the time since he preferred a hot breakfast over a cold one, but he had been craving cocoa puffs lately.
The door opened and Sam walked in they had decided since they weren't being tracked electronically anymore to get jobs. Since Sam was technically still dead, they couldn't use their real names so they were going by Sam and Dean Johnson. Both of them had jobs that paid in cash, the jobs were certainly not glamorous but they needed money for now. Besides it was only temporary, they weren't going to stay for more than three weeks no matter what.
Sam put a box on the table and Dean glanced over at it while he put another bite of chocolatey goodness into his mouth. ID's, his brother was working on making ID's, Dean had taught Sam the basics a few days ago and now Sam was driving to copy shops that were miles away to practice. Sam took his sweater off that he wore everywhere even though it wasn't exactly the weather for it and threw it to the ground. Dean winced, it was better now then it had been before but it still alarming. The first few days that Sam had been out of the hospital any time he had taken off his sweater and showed his arms he had looked like... the only thing Dean had been able to relate to was Frankenstein. It was like someone had taken skin from different people that just happened to have the same tone and stitched them together. The stitches had been removed but the areas were still a deep pink which apparently would eventually fade to white.
Dean averted his eyes and grabbed the book he had been reading. Sam had scoured the library for books that at least had some truth and was making Dean read them, even though Dean had told him he had never much been the studious type. Dean had stolen the book from the library at Sam's insistence. Did it still count as stealing if he took it from a library and fully intended to give it back before they left?
Dean glanced at his watch, he had work in a few hours so he had a few more hours to find read up on monsters. Sam sat down across from him at their little dinning table and put the keys between them. It had been something he had been doing lately, putting the keys between them whenever he was done using them. Which he appreciated, because it made him feel a little less like Sam had just taken over his car and more like it the both of theirs even though the car was his and his alone.
Dean looked at Sam for a long moment who had buried his nose into a book as well, but his was about demons and way above his head and possible in Latin or some other foreign language. Sam needed a hair cut, he wondered when the last time he had had one was. Dean needed one as well, they had been running for so long things like haircuts hadn't exactly been on the top of their to-do lists. He also noticed that Sam looked taller, his brother seemed to be growing which was bad since they were already about the same height. If Sam kept growing he was going to grow taller then him and big brothers were supposed to be taller.
He shook his head and looked back at his book. He wasn't the one who broke the silence though it was Sam who dropped his book onto he table and rubbed at his eyes in a frustrated looking way.
"You okay?" Dean asked Sam, Sam looked up at him irritated.
"He's not in any of these! How are we ever supposed to stop running if I can't find him!"
"Well at least we're doing something now, besides you teaching me how to kick ass." Dean reminded him and looked at the clock, it was going to be time for his daily lesson soon. They sparred right before Dean went to work since Sam's job was a little later and Sam wouldn't be at the motel when Dean got back. Sam nodded but still seemed irritated about it which Dean didn't really blame him for.
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