Hey guys ^_^ life has been really crazy at the moment, got my A level results, I got into the Uni I wanted, started driving lessons, got a boyfriend and have begun to shop for everything I'll need, so not much time left for writing I'm afraid xD sorry :(

This one is dedicated to Litbitnurse87 because I'm glad you like it ^_^

I still don't own Supernatural :(

Enjoy :)

Four hours later, Dean awoke, bleary eyed but alert. He sat up and ran a hand over his face and through his hair. He yawned as he stumbled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to take a leak and shower. He emerged feeling clean and refreshed, an off-white towel wrapped around his waist. He dressed and left, checking out. He drove into town and found another motel, nearer the centre where he checked in using the name 'Peter Johnson', from there he headed towards a diner, and after greasy fry up, he made his way towards the library where he found a free computer and began to research Austin Reymes. There wasn't much of relevance. Just his albums and most recent tour. He scowled as he read the lyrics to one of his songs, modern day, poppy, synthesised crap. Whatever happened to good, old-fashioned music?

He slammed the door of his baby a little harder than was necessary and turned up Metallica as he drove, losing himself in his comforting old tunes. The website hadn't told him Reymes' address exactly, but there was a picture of him outside his home and the gates were quite distinctive. He'd drive over to the posh part of town and see if he could figure out a way to get inside. Sam had always been better at the sob stories. But once he got in, he figured he could come clean to Reymes, after all, if he knew that the Hell hound was coming, he shouldn't really refuse protection. It was near enough to the time that the guy would be having hallucinations. He set his jaw as he repressed a shudder. He remembered what those hallucinations were like, the fear they induced, the growing dread that Hell was coming, and it was unavoidable.

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Sam arrived in Brookhaven, just as the sun was reaching it's peak. He was lucky that the trials had stopped him from sleeping or he might have dropped off somewhere en route. He could feel the tiredness inside him, could feel the slight itch in his eyes but he rubbed them when he switched off the engine and ignored the feeling which didn't pester him as it would have done if he had been ... Pre-trial Sam. It was a weird feeling. He had a tension inside him, a feeling of mounting urgency. He knew it was the need to complete the third trial. But he had to find Dean first. Then he could find a demon. He tracked down the nearest library and found a copy of the guy's book, then he hunkered down at a table and began to read.

It was really well written. He concluded, some time later, shutting the book and staring down at the face on the back cover. A gripping storyline and intriguing characters. This could easily have been the result of hard work and exceptional talent. Sam sighed and returned the book to it's shelf. It didn't necessarily mean the intervention of a demon deal. Which could have made the worst written book ever a top best-seller. Perhaps the person asked for writing talent. It wouldn't do any harm to ask. But before he did, he'd search all the motels for the impala and ask at reception to see if anyone matching Dean's description had checked in or if any of his alias' has been used. If he could find Dean without having to worry about Hell hounds then he would consider himself lucky.

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Castiel appeared in Dean's car once more, but the hunter barely flinched. He had been expecting the angel to check in sooner or later.

'How's Sam?' he asked without preamble

'I can't find him' Castiel replied solemnly. Dean glanced at him, amused

'Call his cell' he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was. Okay, so Cas was less used to picking up a phone than he was just appearing right in front of them but surely he should have gotten used to the human way of doing things, at least where they were concerned.

Obediently, Castiel took out his cell phone and called Sam's number, he held the phone to his ear and waited patiently for Sam to pick up

'Hello?'

'Hello' replied the angel

'Cas?'

'Yes' there was a pause

'Are you okay?' Sam's voice was a mixture of impatient and concerned, the angel had never displayed a great knack for small talk, or indeed any talk that was not of great importance. Castiel just didn't see the point in speaking if there was no need, and although he had gotten better at this, learning to cope without telepathy as Sam and Dean had drummed it into him that it was rude to read their minds without permission.

'Yes, I am well' Next to him, Dean rolled his eyes.

'Ask him where he is!' Dean hissed at him

'Is that Dean?' came Sam's voice from the other end of the phone 'Cas, where are you?'

'I -' the angel paused and glanced at Dean, who shook his head 'I can't say. I called to find out where you are'

'Brookhaven' Sam replied, where I think Dean is. Am I right?' Castiel hesitated and took the phone away from his ear to stare at it, before glancing at the driver.

'Oh, give it here!' Dean said impatiently, grabbing the phone and tucking it into his neck so he could still drive with two hands 'Sammy, go back to Kansas' he said 'I'm doing this and you're not going to stop me.' And before Sam could reply, he ended the call and passed the phone back to Cas, who took it.

'So where is he then?' Dean asked

'Brookhaven'

'Right, the author.'

'What?'

'Never mind' Dean said dismissively. Then he paused, and seeing some likely looking houses, turned right and drove at a crawl through the posh neighbourhood 'So, when you next pop in, Cas.' he continued gruffly 'could you let me know how Sam is?' Dean didn't look at Cas as he asked, embarrassed at showing the angel just how much he loved his little brother, not that Castiel didn't already know that of course, given that he had been with them through several sacrifices and chick-flick moments. But voicing it, he knew it sounded stupid. But if Cas though so, he didn't say. He just nodded, and with the sound of rustling feathers, he was gone.

Dean spotted the distinctive wrought iron gates on his left and pulled over. Fishing through his IDs, he settled on one with the name Derrick Perkins that stated he worked for a meter company, granted the company was based in Ohio but people tended not to look for falsehoods in their ID. Dean crossed the road and pressed the buzzer at the gates

'Yes?' came a terse, female voice

'Hi' Dean said, confidently 'I'm here to read the meter' he held up the ID to the camera. There was a pause

'We were not made aware that a meter reading was due' she said suspiciously. Jeez, she sounded like a prison guard he thought. He forced a laugh and lowered his card

'Yeah well' he said, shrugging 'new staff. All the schedules have been re-jigged a bit' there was an even longer pause.

'Make it quick' the woman snapped, and the gate opened. Dean stepped through to the wide, sweeping driveway and up to the door, which he pushed inwards. He walked inside. Everything screamed 'money' marble walls, chrome bannisters, plush carpets, glass stairs. He whistled.

'You're not paid to gawp I take it?' Dean turned to face the stern woman, her face was pinched in a scowl, her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun and she was tapping her foot impatiently at him, she was holding an iPad and indicating Dean to follow her, turned on her heel and led him through to a large study, with a meter box well concealed in the corner. Dean opened it and stared at the numbers. Then he straightened up and patted himself down. Then he smiled charmingly at the woman

'You don't happen to have any paper and a pen do you?' he asked innocently 'I left my pad in the car' . The woman sniffed haughtily and stalked away with a suspicious glance back over her shoulder. Dean kept smiling until she had turned a corner before he made a sneaky dash for the stairs. Taking them two at a time he emerged in a large landing with several doors leading off it. A couple of them were ajar, one was clearly a bathroom. He tried each door until he came to a locked one. He knocked.

'Go away Patricia!' a voice yelled from inside 'I'm not well, I told you!'

'Mister Reymes!' Dean called back

'Who is that? Who are you? Not another fan!'

'No' Dean replied 'Believe me, I'm not a fan'

'Then who are you?' the voice was panicky and high pitched now

'I'm someone who can help' Said Dean 'I know what happened ten years ago. I know what's coming for you. And I can help' there was a pause, and the sound of scurrying footsteps, something heavy being moved and the door being unlocked, it opened a fraction and a wide, blue eye peered out. 'My name's Dean' he clarified

'How did you get in?' Reymes asked, opening the door slightly wider. His light hair was dishevelled and greasy as if he hadn't showered in a week. He didn't look like he did on the website. Dean smirked not such a bad-boy now, are you MisterReymes? He thought.

'Oh, I posed as a meter reader and dodged your assistant' he answered with a glance behind him 'Speaking of which, she's probably going to notice soon that I'm gone and you should probably ...'

he was interrupted by a very loud

'What are you doing up here?' he spun around to face her, for someone so petite it was astounding how much she looked like a pitbull. 'This is Mister Reymes' room! I am so sorry Sir, this will not happen again, I'll notify the police at once!'

'No!' Said Reymes quickly, Patricia stopped, looking puzzled, Reymes hesitated and looked helplessly at Dean who put in

'Austin and I are old buddies' he said while Reymes nodded emphatically beside him 'He called me asking to come over last night and I thought it would be funny to pose as a ... meter err guy ...' he trailed off lamely and laughed, lying was all about confidence he had heard. Patricia puffed herself up and pursed her lips as if she was sucking on a lemon. Then she made an indignant noise and turned to flounce away which would have looked better if she wore her hair loose, Dean's eyes wandered to the woman's ass and he nodded appreciatively before being ushered into Reymes' room, where he shut the door behind them.

So what do you think? I'm starting to move forward plotwise :P I have no idea where it's going though xD

I guess you'll just have to keep reading to find out xD

Let me know any and all opinions you have, feedback is always appreciated :D

Love Tibbins xx