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Chapter 15
"You going somewhere?" Dean asked as he watched Sam stuff his sweats and t-shirt into a bag. Although he had hoped he would wake up and find Sam up and about, he hadn't expected to see him rushing around his room and packing.
"I've been thinking," the younger man started moving pass his sibling into the bathroom.
"Well that's dangerous," Dean mumbled under his breath, Sam ignored it.
"Do you remember that psychic that Mom use to go to?"
The question caused the elder Winchester to tense up. After a brief moment of silence he recovered from the surprise. "Who? Missouri?"
"I know you don't trust her or believe her, but I do. I don't know if this is in her wheelhouse, but I figure it couldn't hurt to ask," the twenty two year old replied excitedly.
"Did you forget the part where we're not suppose to leave town? Let alone the State?!"
"You were ready to do it a couple of days ago."
"But I didn't, did I? Besides, we wouldn't make it there and back by the time you had work again and I thought you had to get back to school."
At those words, Sam's head dropped so that his gaze was facing the floor.
"What?" Dean asked stepping further into the bedroom as the younger man regained himself and rushed pass him to continue gathering his items.
"I quit," he confessed, still not meeting his brother's eyes. Then he quickly added, "and dropped out."
The news rendered the older sibling speechless as he stood staring at Sam with his mouth agape in disbelief.
"You what?"
"Dean, look, I need to know what happened that night. I need to know who killed Jessica, and I need to find them."
"Need to find them? What are you gonna do, huh hot shot? You gonna hunt them down, barge into wherever they're shacking up and say 'hello my name is Sam Winchester you killed my wife prepare to die?' You don't even know for sure that she was murdered."
"She's my wife, Dean. I'm not letting whoever killed her get away with it!" Sam snapped. After dropping as many bombs on his brother as he just had, he figured now wasn't the time to share the full truth about how he had found Jessica that night.
"I get she's your wife, I know you don't think I do, but I do. But you're not Jason Bourne, alright? Hell, you've barely even shot a gun."
"I've gone shooting with you and Dad before. And I did some kick boxing back in high school." Sam countered defensively. Dean shook his head. "I can get my job back at the coffee shop if I want it later. And college will still be there when I'm done with this. I mean sure I can kiss my full ride goodbye, but I've gotta do this. For Jessica."
"You mean for you," the elder sibling corrected. "Jessica's dead, Sam. Even if you do find out how she was murdered and who killed her and you get your revenge, it's not going to bring her back." Dean barely got the words out of his mouth before he was grabbed by his shirt and thrown against the wall.
"Don't talk about her like that!"
Sam's breath was coming in short as he continued to hold his brother pinned.
"You know I'm right. People don't just magically come back from the dead. All your tears and moping around and wishes and pleas can't bring her back. And this kamikaze stunt you're trying to pull...it can end badly."
"I. Don't. Care." He replied in a low voice. "I'm going, and no one is going to stop me." Sam released his grip on his brother and moved on to grab his bags.
"God you're stubborn, you know that?" Dean asked, Sam didn't answer. "Alright. But you're not going on this man hunt alone. And you're not going to Kansas."
"No, Dean, you aren't coming with me."
"Actually I am."
"I don't want you to."
"Tough shit," Dean retorted. Sam sighed.
"I have to go to Kansas, I doubt Missouri will come to me."
"Sam the cops know we're from Kansas. I still live there, Mom lives there. Where do you think they think the first place we would run off to would be? Besides, why Missouri?"
The younger man bit his lower lip. Dean was already on him about the idea of leaving and the hunt for the truth of what happened, telling him that he had been having nightmares of Jessica dying the same exact way she had, would only make matters worse. That is, if Dean didn't call the nuthouse to come pick him up in a white jacket and throw him into an equally as white padded cell. But maybe the psychic would believe him.
"I just-I think she can help."
There was a pause and then another idea came to the younger brother. "Wait!" Sam began to dig through his bags of clothes until he came across his sweatshirt. Pulling it out, he fished around in the pockets until he felt something. Quickly he pulled his hand out, bringing along with it the card that the FBI agent had given him. He looked at it again, skimming the front of the card and flipping it to inspect the back, which was blank. He switching it back to the front, Sam's gaze moved up to his sibling. "This guy may be able to help."
"Who's 'this guy?'" Dean asked raising an eyebrow.
"An agent. He came in and started asking me some strange questions at the station. He believes that I didn't kill Jessica," Sam explained.
"Strange how?"
"Strange like about lights flickering and the smell of rotten eggs."
Dean scrunched up his face. "Yeah, that definitely qualifies as strange. What was your answer?"
"No."
"But-" the elder brother pressed. Sam sighed.
"But now...I've seen the lights flicker in my motel room. Twice."
"And you think he knows something about it?"
"He asked me if I had seen them flicker the night she died. Yeah, I'm pretty sure he knows something."
Dean nodded in confirmation.
"Ok, any idea where 'this guy' is?"
Sam looked back down at the business card.
"Uh...No. but there's a number here."
"But no address?"
"Well I mean, he said he was a Fed. They probably don't give out addresses," Sam offered with a shrug.
"He said? I don't know it's all a bit not right to me."
"It's fine Dean." The younger man collected his cell and began to punch in the phone number. It rang until the voicemail picked up. Sam readied himself to leave a message, but right before he did, he heard the shuffling of someone answering.
"Agent Willis speaking," the gruff voice Sam had recalled from the station bellowed.
"Hi Agent Willis, it's Sam."
"Sam?"
"Sam Winchester. You came into my interrogation room a couple days ago in Palo Alto. I lost my wife in an apartment fire and you said you believed that I was innocent."
"Oh, right. What can I do fer you Sam?"
"I don't know if you remember asking me some...unusual questions that night?"
"I remember questionin ya, yeah."
"Well, you said to give you a call if anything else came to mind. Nothing came to mind per say, but I uh...I kinda have been having these...I don't know, encounters lately." The other side of the line was silent. "Hello? Agent Willis?"
"I'm here Sam. What kind of encounters?" He asked in a tone voided of any humor.
"Uh so, the night before last, the lights started to buzz and flicker. And then it happened again last night."
"Any smell of rotten eggs?"
"No sir."
"Any cold spots?"
"Well, sorta. I mean I got goosebumps and at one point, I swear I could see my breath."
"I see," the agent replied.
"So...What does it all mean?"
"Haven't the foggest."
"What? No, I don't buy that. You seem to somehow know all the right questions to ask." The man sighed.
"Look Sam, I'm sorry. I can't help you."
"Please, Agent. I promise, whatever you think it is, I believe you. I uh...I've seen more. Something I didn't think possible."
"Which is?"
"My wife."
It was silent once again, however this time, Sam waited.
"Alright. But I think it's best that we do this in person."
"So you're gonna help me with finding out what happened to Jess?" Sam asked feeling his heartbeat pick up.
"Well, I'm g'nna try. I have a bad feeling that this kinda thing is in my area of expertise."
Sam recited his location information to the man who then repeated it back to make sure he had written it down correctly.
"Thank you Agent Willis."
"Robert will do."
"Thank you Robert, I'll see you soon."
Sam disconnected the call and turned to face Dean.
"Think we can manage to stay here for another night or two?"
A/n: Guest: I'm glad you liked the broment between Sam and Dean, it was a nice change for me too. Sadly they will fight more, but it's progress. Yep we got to see the first true moment of Dean expressing his concern for his brother here (in this au of course) as well as Sam not getting angry or defensive. I'm so glad you liked this chapter and look forward to more. Hopefully it will be sooner than I think for you.
Also, thank you for your review on not only this story but "Light'em Up" as well. I'm very pleased to hear that I got the memories right for them. It's always so sweet to see Dean looking out for his little brother. Thank you so much for your kind words. You're awesome!
SparksFlyAngel: lol yes the boys had a moment were no one was defensive or short. Just honest. Who doesn't love protective Dean? And yes, it was a nice change to see Sam, although still hurting, not pushing his brother away after that open heart moment. I'm so happy you're looking forward to more, as I said, I've got A LOT going on at the moment but I'm trying to also keep up with this in this busy process. Thank you so much for your review!