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Chapter 8

November 2nd

"Really?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow at his older brother as they sped off in what was once their father's beloved 1967 Chevy Impala and now Dean's. If Sam was being honest, he was shocked the thing was still running. It wasn't exactly new, and for as long as Sam lived in Kansas, it was the only car they had had. Well, until Mary had to get one along with a job just so that the Winchesters could support their family. However, when Sam really thought about it, it made sense that the muscle car was still working. His father and brother spent countless hours working on the thing, it was the activity they bonded over most, so it was in pretty good shape. Not to mention last he checked, it was his love for that car and the want to be just like their father that drew his sibling to work in a garage.

"What?" Dean shrugged innocently.

"Metallica? On cassette? Really Dean? How much more old school can you get?"

"Hell yes Metallica and do you see a CD player in here? I don't know what mamby pamby shit you listen to, and frankly I don't want to know, but nothing beats old time rock 'n roll. Baby and I have a great time rocking out, don't we?" Dean patted the dashboard affectionately.

"You creepy me out dude," Sam replied giving his brother an uncomfortable look.

"Don't listen to him Baby, he doesn't understand us."

"I don't want to," the younger man reassured his sibling. "How old is this thing anyways?"

Dean threw Sam a disapproving glare.

"First off, she's not a 'thing.' You treat her with respect. Secondly, age doesn't matter, it's all about the stamina." Dean winked causing the younger Winchester to scoff and roll his eyes.

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The bar Sam had directed his brother to was a typical bar. Small, consisting of a long bar counter and round backless stools all along the outside of it. Three tvs were placed along the walls behind the bartender, all on different sports games. A couple of pool tables were placed a bit further to the right and a jute box stood between the men's restroom and the women's. The lighting was dark as most hole in the wall bars tended to be, and the brothers could see traces of fake spider webs draped over furniture along with plastic spiders left over from Halloween. It wasn't crowded that night, which Sam was grateful for since another headache was already creeping into his temples.

"Alright, let's get our drink on," Dean grinned as he approached the bar. He slid onto an empty stool and peered over at the assorted bottles of alcohol. The bartender noticed her new customers and made her way over to the Winchesters, her black ponytail swaying as she did.

"What can I getcha?" She smiled looking from one brother to the other, her eyes resting on Dean.

"What do you recommend?" He asked her. She grabbed a glass and danced her fingers along the tabs until she settled on one and poured a bit into the cup. She handed it to him and watched as he threw it back, smacking his lips in satisfaction. "Sweetheart you're a beer goddess. I'll take two pints." She blushed and pulled out two pint size glasses and began to fill them.

"I'll have water, thanks," Sam ordered.

"What? One of those are for you."

"I'm good."

"Oh c'mon Sammy, live a little," Dean encouraged, shoving one of the glasses of beer into his brother's hand once they had been placed in front of them.

"I told you, it's Sam," the younger man replied sternly, putting the drink down on the counter.

"Mom calls you Sammy, I don't see you correcting her," Dean argued.

"That's because she's Mom."

"Yeah ok Sammy," he retorted smirking into his beer before taking another drink. Sam titled his head and clenched his jaw. "So, you're doing well for yourself huh?" Dean nudged his brother playfully. "No wonder you're too busy to talk. Look at you; acing school, you got an interview tomorrow, got yourself a hottie with a rockin body."

"Dean," Sam warned.

"What? Are you not that into her? Is it a pity thing? On her end I mean, she's miles from your league. Is the sex bad? Let me tell ya, not all women who are babes make for good sex."

"Stop talking," the younger brother snapped turning red.

"What, are you too embarrassed to talk about it? What have we become if we can't talk about our greatest achievements with one another?"

"My love life is none of your business."

"Alright, alright relax," Dean said putting his hands up in surrender as he backed off, "I'm just trying to bond."

"Ok Dean cut the crap, there's no one you need to convince at the moment. Why are you here really?" The elder brother looked at him confused and shrugged.

"What? I really can't want to have a beer and catch up with you? When was the last time we talked? Christmas last year? And all it was was Mom passing me the phone for a whole two seconds so you can say 'Merry Christmas I'm busy' and then that's it?"

"I was busy," Sam replied shortly, "I still am."

"Yeah I know, I just-"

"Is it money?"

Dean screwed up his face.

"Excuse me?" He asked heated.

"You need money or something? You owe someone again? Is that why you drove all the way over here? Because I wouldn't have picked up if you'd had called so instead you decide to corner me in person?" Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sure he and Sam didn't always get along and it was in fact pretty rare that they ever hung out together anymore, but when he made the trip down to make sure the psychic wasn't right, he hadn't expected this.

"Are you serious right now?"

"I'm more than that," Sam tossed back some of his beer and got to his feet, "I'm done." With that he marched out of the bar causing Dean to throw money down on the counter and follow him.

"Hey! What's your problem, huh?" The elder brother questioned grabbing a hold of Sam's arm and spinning him around.

"I just-I don't have time for your games Dean. You show up at my apartment without a warning, you won't tell me why you're here other than to 'have a beer,' and I'm just not in the mood. I've got a lot going on right now and you and your antics are the last thing I need." Dean's grip slid from Sam's arm. "Look, I'm glad everything's ok, but I got a headache and an important interview tomorrow and I really could use some sleep. So-" The elder Winchester bowed and nodded his head.

"Yeah alright, I'll take you home."

"Thank you."

The car ride was silent, only the usual squeaks and motor of the Impala were heard with an occasional sigh from Sam as he messaged his headache.

By the time Dean finally pulled the Chevy up to the apartments, Sam's head felt like it was ready to explode. With one last rub to the temples, he placed his hand on the handle and turned to face his brother who was still staring out the front window.

"Thanks for the ride," the younger brother said awkwardly.

"Sure."

There was a pause then Sam spoke again. "You uh, you wanna stay the night? Couch isn't too bad."

"I'm good. Wouldn't want to make you feel like I'm mooching off of you or honing in on your girl."

Sam sighed, "Night Dean." With that, the younger man popped out of the car and closed the door behind him. He watched as his brother and the Impala sped off down the street, then turned and made his way eagerly to his apartment and wife, happy to put the night behind him.

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Just as Sam started to doze, the sound of multiple footsteps echoing through the room brought him to full awareness. He rolled onto his side on the bench he had been laying on and pushed himself up to peer out behind the bars in the direction of the commotion. The two guards that had escorted him out of the interrogation room where now walking in a similar manner with a young man. He was a similar build and close if not the same age. He shook his messy black hair as they marched him over to the cell.

Sam watched cautiously as his cell opened and the man was shown in. The gate was closed and locked behind him and the guards left once again, shaking their heads as they went. After a few more minutes of eyeing the door, Sam's new cell mate turned his attention towards him.

"Sam?" He asked in disbelief, "Sam Winchester?"

The young man tensed at the mention of his name.

"Do I know you?" He asked as he squinted over at the unfamiliar face.

"Probably not, but I know you. We had that political science class with Professor Becker last year. I usually always sat towards the far right by the window. About four seats down. I'm Tom."

Sam stared over at the man trying to jog his memory.

"Right," Sam said with a small grin still a little fuzzy on who he was but deciding it best to pretend otherwise.

"Not to mention I went to a couple of Brady's parties. So I know I saw you around there. Though I doubt you did. Can't say I blame you, not with that chick who looks like a Victoria Secrets model wrapped around your arm."

Sam's attention was fully on the man at the mention of Jessica, but kept himself from showing any eagerness. He couldn't shake the uneasy vibe he got from this guy and how much he seemed to have noticed about him.

"Yeah, you know how it is," Sam played along.

"I wish! That girl was hotter than hot! "

He giggled. Something was definitely off about this guy.

"What're you doing here Tom?" He asked cautiously.

"Well if I told you, I'd have to kill you," he teased. "But..."I'll tell you my prison blues if you tell me yours."

Before Sam could respond, the door opened once again and Liz reappeared with a different guard.

"Mr. Winchester, you're free to go. However I must warn you, you're still someone I would like to keep on my radar. That means I highly suggest that you stay within close proximity, at least somewhere in Palo Alto should we have more questions for you."

"And Dean?" Sam asked.

"We've told him the same. Though it's against my wishes that we let him go, we don't have anything on him."

"And the witness report?"

Liz cleared her throat, "we'll let you know when we know something we think you need to Mr. Winchester. I'll be in touch." Sam huffed but nodded to show he understood her.

As he exited the cell and started off out the exit he heard Tom call out to him, "see you around Sam Winchester."

A/n: Guest: I'm glad you liked seeing them all together as a family (Sam, Dean, and Jess). I enjoyed letting Dean and Jess have a chance to interact, I wish they could have more. I'm glad You find Jess be a good wife, I think so too which made it harder to kill her. I'm happy to hear you're curious about the appearance of Meg and what it is she has planned. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. Also, if you are the one who's been reading and reviewing my other pieces I've been putting out lately, thank you very much for those as well.