A/n: Alright, just a reminder to everyone that next week there may not be an update. I'll be in a cabin more or less in the woods, so not sure I can post. That being said I was hoping to get more writing down, but things have gotten a bit crazy and I've not been feeling so well.

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Chapter 17

"So how long are we going to play pretend?" Dean asked as he pulled the Impala out from the motel parking lot.

"What are talking about now, Dean?" Sam sighed.

"Agent Willis isn't an agent, not in that junker," Dean commented as his eyes flicked over to look at his review mirror at the old Roadrunner behind him before turning right onto the street. Sam snuck a glance through the mirror on the passenger side and shrugged.

"I don't care what he is. He believes me and he's willing to help. That's all that matters."

"Yeah sure, until you find your wallet's missing or a bullet in your head," the elder brother mumbled.

"He hasn't given us any reason not to trust him. Turn left here."

"Hasn't given us a reason?" Dean echoed as he followed Sam's directions.

"You know, it's funny. You're so distrusting of everyone, and yet I'm the one that's been screwed over loads of times. Including by you," the younger man snapped.

"Oh come on, Sam. This shit again? Really?"

"Right there," Sam said as he tapped the car window at a diner to the right. Neither of them spoke as Dean guided the muscle car into the cramped parking lot. The agent followed suite, pulling up next to the Winchesters. Everyone climbed out and made their way into the building. A tiny bell sounded as Dean opened the front door.

The diner was small, consisting of four booths made of plastic with sunny yellow upholstery for customer's backs to the right and two more to the left that were also accompanied with a few tables and chairs. Other than the booth pads and the chairs, the rest of the place was white. In the center was a large counter top where a man sat engulfed in the newspaper, a seat between him were a young couple giggling and taking turns sipping at a milkshake.

"For three?" Asked a friendly voice from the center eyeing the newcomers and approaching them.

"Yes please," Sam spoke up.

"Table or booth?"

"A booth," the agent responded. She nodded and beckoned for the men to follow her. She lead them to the right and placed the menus down on the table to the far corner of the building. Sam slid in first followed by Dean, while Agent Willis took the other side. Once drinks were ordered and the hostess was gone, they went on to flip through the menu. With everyone's mind made up on what to order, Sam shifted himself so that he was leaning closer to the man opposite him.

"So?" The twenty two year old whispered. "You have any ideas on what's going on?"

The agent opened his mouth to answer, but it was another voice that spoke.

"Alright, are you ready for me to take your...Sam?" The twenty-two year old glanced up at the mention of his name. A young woman with a blonde bob stared down at him. Her dark eyes wide with surprise.

"Do I know you?" He inquired.

"Meg? Meg Masters? You ran into me at the park a week or so back. I found your wife's wedding ring."

Sam's eyes grew wide as it sank in. His lips formed into an O and he nodded.

"Right, sorry. How are you?" He asked politely.

"Can't complain. Not that anyone would care if I could," the young woman chuckled slightly. Sam nodded and everyone at the table fell silent.

"So you uh...work here?" Sam asked awkwardly.

"Yeah. Girl's gotta make rent somehow." The young man nodded again. "So how's your wife? I keep meaning to call and schedule a dinner date. I mean, if the offer still stands."

Sam's eyes fell to the table and he sank slightly in his seat.

"My wife is...she's gone," the young man choked out.

"Gone as in she left you?" Meg asked in surprise then quickly added, "her loss."

"Dead."

Her eyes grew soft and her lips drooped into a frown. "Oh Sam, I'm so sorry."

"Hey nosy, how about getting our order huh?"

Meg looked over at Dean and Agent Willis as though she was just noticing them for the first time. She gave the elder Winchester a scowl before pulling out a pad of paper and a pen and writing down the food orders.

"Be right back with your meals."

As she turned to leave them again, Dean looked over at his sibling.

"What a bitch," He said into his glass.

"She didn't know, Dean."

"Still. It's none of her damn business." Sam ignored him and brought his attention back to the man on the other side of the table.

"Well, I'm not sure if I should just dive into this or ween you into it," the agent started.

"Into what?" The brothers asked in unison. Sam threw a quick glance in his brother's direction before returning his eyes to the speaker.

"Sam, what yer seein'...it's a spirit. And judgin' by what you've been sayin, it sounds like it's yer wife."

Sam lowered himself back in the booth, his eyes vacant. The agent tried to keep himself from staring sympathetically at the young man, while Dean pushed himself closer to the man, leaning his elbows on the table.

"Alright that's it," the elder brother started in a low growl. "Look pal, I don't know who you think you are or what you want but you're going to get up, get into that piece of shit you call a car, leave, and never bother my brother again. You understand me?"

"Dean-"

"You've either got a lot of balls or a lot of nothin up in that duncecap of yers to be threatenin' me boy!" Agent Willis snapped. "Yer brother called me and asked me fer help. If you don't want to be apart of it, then by all means go, and don't let the door smack yer ass on the way out." The two men glared at each other before Dean opened his mouth to retort.

"Dean, stop it," Sam said giving his brother his own disapproving stare before turning a softer expression to the man opposite them. "Sir I'm so sorry for my brother. I appreciate everything you're doing for me, and I believe you. Please, help me." The agent's eyes shifted from the dagger filled look from one brother to the large pleading eyes of the other.

"Are you sure Sam? There's a lot in the world that you don't know about and you don't exactly strike me as the kind o' guy to just ferget about all this later."

"What d'you mean?"

The elder man sighed. "Look, I don't work for the FBI," he admitted.

"Shocker," Dean mumbled under his breath as he leaned back in the booth and crossed his arms.

"I'm what you call a hunter."

"A hunter? Like deer and pheasants and stuff?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Like ghosts, werewolves, ghouls, the like."

"So you're insane?" The elder sibling snickered.

"Hey, peanut gallery, if you want y're more than welcome to see yerself out," the man replied.

"And leave Sam with some crazy fraud? No thanks," Dean countered.

"It's all real?" Sam asked as if his brother hadn't interrupted them.

"'Fraid so," the man nodded.

"Alright," Sam replied in a low voice, "what do I do?"

"The hell's wrong with you?" The twenty six year old asked turning to face his brother. "You don't seriously believe this shit, do you? Monsters aren't real Sam."

"You didn't see her, Dean. What I saw, what I've been seeing...it's Jessica. I know you aren't the most open minded person, especially when it comes to things like this, but I am. Besides, why would he lie? He doesn't even know me."

"Exactly! He doesn't know you. So how does he know you're seeing Jessica?"

"Look," Sam's voice softened, "I get that you think this is all bullshit and that I'm delusional. If you want to go back to the motel or leave or whatever, then go. I'm not going to stop you. But I'm staying here, and I'm going to learn the truth about my wife."

Dean wiped his hand across his face and sighed.

"Alright Bobby Pickett, fill us in about the monster mash."

A/n: Alright guys, I promise things are about to pick up in this story. I've already got one whole chapter done and an outline for the next couple of chapters. I'm hoping to get more fleshed out by the time I can post again.

Guest: I love how you worded that! Yes he is crucial indeed to the boys and what's to come of them in the upcoming chapters. Believe me, it's weird to write them at odds with each other since in the show, Bobby's known the boys since they were...well, boys. Dynamic's a bit different but they have time to grow. As for the brothers, yep, still siblings after all. Some things never change even if their dynamic also isn't quite what it is on the show. Help is...sort of on its way for Sam. I'm so glad you liked this chapter and also my other story! It makes me feel good to hear my months were well spent. Thank you! And thank you for your ongoing support as well. It means a lot to me.

SparksFlyAngel: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I'm really happy to see you're so happy about Bobby lol. I'm excited for what the future holds for Bobby and the boys as well and seeing how their relationship develops. I'm glad you liked is chapter! Thank you!