"Bobby." Deanna spoke as the ringing stopped, "I need to cash in that favor from back in New Orleans."
There was an audible grumble from the other side of the throne, "Wha'daya want, girl? Callin' at this hour."
The blonde stifled a laugh before continuing, her voice immediately gaining a serious tone, "It's only midnight, and you don't seem to be anywhere near dozing. I need to know where Sam is."
"Stanford and leave 'im there. He's happy." Bobby spoke, scolding her for even asking. He took a long sip of his beer and flipped through whatever he was reading.
She sighed, obviously worried, "I need him, Bobby. Dad's missing." Bobby's papers stopped shuffling immediately.
"Alright." He replied quickly, pulling out an address book. "I'll call back in a few hours, you headed out there now?"
Deanna rolled her eyes, not that it made a difference through the phone, "Yeah, I'm in Nevada now." Bobby grumbled a quick goodbye before she disconnected the call and tossing her phone on the seat next to her and drowning out her own thoughts with whatever cassette was in the stereo. It took a few hours for Bobby to get back to him with the address, but he did nonetheless and she pressed down on the gas, still not deciding on whether she was nervous to see him or angry that she had to talk to him after he left.
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy." Deanna tisked, after noting that a back window was open. With a sigh, she took the entrance and slipped inside, silently as expected, until the door hinges started creaking. 'Son of a bitch...' She cursed mentally, sliding through the small crack. There was a shuffling in one of the other rooms, and Deanna sighed, guessing Sam had heard and was up. Instead it stopped shortly after and the hunter melted against the wall. Her taller brother walked directly at her, peering into the bathroom and noting the open window. Sam sighed, and turned to get closer so Deanna simply ducked into another room, having a bit more fun then she expected.
The floorboards creaking pierced the silence as the elder girl walked across them quickly. Though her feet were silent across the wood, Sam didn't make a damn sound from behind her. I taught you well. she thought, hiding the proud smile with a look of utter indifference. Now was not the time to be sentimental. Finding herself in the living room, a rather open space, she slowed, knowing her brother far to well. He lunged forward with a fist, as expected, and had she not turned around and caught the punch, it would have probably knocked her unconscious. Deanna twisted his arm and drove it up his back, her fingers brushing against his spine; however, she loosened the vice grip she held on his wrist when he grunted in what she thought was pain.
He reeled around and though he couldn't see her face, and she couldn't see his, their eyes met. It wasn't something either could visualize because of the darkness but the feeling of nostalgia washed over Deanna. Sam went for another punch, aiming for her stomach. Again, the elder hunter caught the fist and spun them around before pushing Sam out of the room playfully.
Deanna followed him out of the room, stalking him like prey, but letting him rearrange them about the room into what he probably thought was an advantageous positioning. Then, Sam broke the cardinal rule: he went for the face. Deanna knocked away the fist that just skimmed her cheek when she dodged it before hooking her own to his, sending him stumbling backwards with a grunt. Sam quickly regained his footing and went to kick her beneath the chin, but knowing this classic Sammy-shot, she ducked away at the last second and repeated her last hit to his cheek bone.
It was a lucky move for him to move ever so slightly to miss that shot, though Deanna got in a second sharp one to his stomach. The blow was quick at first but slowed just before impact. He grunted again and the elder used the advantage to pin him to the ground: one hand at his throat, the other wrapped around his wrist. "Easy there, tiger." She teased, voice lower then it normally would have been.
"Deanna?!" He exclaimed, struggling against her hands, which she loosened a bit after he coughed ever so quietly, "You scared the crap out of me."
It was still dark, but her classic smirk was visible even in the limited light, "That's cause you're out of practice, Sammy." Deanna replied. Her distraction gave Sam the upper hand and he used her leverage against him and he somehow managed to get on top of her. Deanna wasn't concerned enough to make a big deal out of it though. "Or not." She laughed smugly, and arrogantly, continuing as though those two years had been a mere two minutes, "Now get off of me."
Sam didn't hesitate to get off of his sister and she could only imagine what he had been thinking. After all, it had been two years since they last saw each other and they didn't exactly end on the best of terms. By that, Deanna meant that he slammed a sketchy hotel room door in her face and that wound still stung.
"What are you doing here?" He demanded, earning no more then a smart remark, and a good and thorough once over.
Deanna cracked her back and neck before ruffling her hair and stretching, "Well, if you're offering I thought I'd stop by for a beer, but we seriously need to talk, Sammy."
He groaned and rubbed his temples, "The phone?"
"If I called, would you even have answered?" She snapped, biting her bottom lip nervously, but he didn't answer. Her voice was quiet and empty- businesslike in their case. Sam was quiet and they awkwardly stared at each other for a few moments, odd feelings about the other bubbling in a very unsettling manner. Deanna took a step towards Sam, about to dump the last two years of her baggage on him before she moved her gaze to the floor and remained quiet.
As she was about to speak, there was a quiet mew from across the room and Deanna looked up with a quirked eyebrow, blinking a few times as the lights were flicked on. "Sam...?" The blonde murmured, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
So, there was someone else.