Hi hi!
My friend totally forgot she was writing these next few chapters for me so blame her for taking so long.
BTW she totally came up with this storyline and lore all on her own so if it's not at all accurate, don't come for her lol
Enjoy!
The next couple of days dragged along. This was soon starting to feel like the longest hunt ever.
The party finally reached their destination in Washington. Sam was hoping the witches were still here. He didn't even want to think about spending another day in an enclosed vehicle with his dad and Dean in silence again.
John and Wes had gone out that night barhopping like usual, leaving the boys alone in the hotel room. Sam was grateful for finally having alone time with Dean. Dean however, could feel the tension and anxiety rising. He just knew Sam was going to ask.
Sam was in the main room changing into his pajamas while Dean was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. He spit out his toothpaste in the sink only to look up and see Sam leaning against the bathroom doorway.
"If you have to go, I'm almost done."
"Are you ever going to tell me what happened?"
"What?" Dean asked innocently. Sam rolled his eyes and gestured to his own face, making a circle on his chin that lined up where Dean's slowly fading bruise was.
"I got lippy with Dad and he didn't like it."
"That's it?"
Dean turned the bathroom light off and brushed past Sam to the main room.
"Look, you and I both know Bobby's a lot more chill than Dad. So when we snap at him, he doesn't do anything. And we got used to it and we shouldn't have. And now we need to stop unless you wanna be twins."
Sam frowned at Dean's answer. He did notice he was more comfortable around Bobby. And he knew his dad would never have allowed half the shit that happened if he knew about it. Especially the fighting.
Dean shut the light off in the room and crawled into one side of the bed. Sam followed behind him. This hotel in Washington was small so they had to share.
Dean got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.
"You pee loud," Sam mumbled when Dean came back out.
"Sorry dude. Would have closed the door if I knew you were up."
"Is Dad back yet?"
"Nope," Dean said, looking at the empty bed across the room.
"What time is it?"
"Almost four."
"Maybe the witches got him," Sam teased.
"Fucking witches."
Sam giggled and Dean smacked him with his pillow.
"Shut up and go back to sleep bitch."
"Jerk."
The two didn't get much sleep after that. Sam finally got up a couple hours later. First thing he noticed was the still empty bed across the room.
"Dean?" Sam whispered, nudging his brother. Dean didn't flinch. "Dean!"
"What?" Dean whined. "Damn it Sam, I finally fell back asleep."
"Dad's still not here."
Panic hit both of them at the same time. Dean flew across the room to check his cell phone for missed messages. Sam checked all the salt lines and looked out the front window.
"His truck's here. That's good right?" Sam asked.
"No messages," Dean said, throwing the phone on the bed.
"Morning boys!" John said, walking in through the door, almost as if on cue. "Good, you two are already up."
"Where the hell were you!?" Dean asked, remembering to watch his tone.
"Wes and I got back late and I knew you two would be asleep so I stayed in his room."
"You could have called," Sam suggested.
"Again, I knew you two would be asleep. Can't answer the phone when you're sleeping, can ya?"
"Well thanks for the heart attack," Dean retorted. "I always wanted to know what that felt like."
"Hey, I gotta make sure you boys are kept on your toes somehow."
John walked over to the table and threw down a box of donuts and articles printed off a website. Dean graciously helped himself to a donut and Sam, of course, went straight for the articles.
"What are these?" he asked.
"Well, Wes and I did a little digging at the bars last night and we now think we're not hunting witches."
"Why do you say that?"
"For starters, no hex bags have ever been found."
"Yet," Dean added.
"Yet," John corrected, "but still a dead giveaway. And if Wes has been tracking them all this time, there's bound to be a slip-up somewhere."
"So what could be causing all the weird things then?"
"Wizards."
Sam and Dean exchanged a look and then burst into laughter.
"Hey!" John said, throwing his hands up. "I didn't want to believe it myself but it's right there."
"Wizards?" Dean asked, trying to compose himself. "Like the wands, pointy hats, and beards?"
"Wizards are a lot less messy than witches. No animal sacrifices or interactions with demons required. And while a witch can learn and grow their powers, wizards are naturally born with them. The firstborn in every generation to be exact."
"So how do we kill them?"
"They're still human so anything really. Now, come on, I'm taking you both to the hospital with me to interview someone."
"Who?" Sam asked.
"Ran into a gal at the bar. Her dad was admitted to the hospital last week for a severe case of amnesia."
"So? Don't old people get, like, Alzheimer's or something?"
"He's in his forties. And to go from sharp as a tack to completely mentally incompetent in 24 hours is almost unheard of. At least with Alzheimer's, even early onset, it comes and goes."
Couple hours later and the team rolled up to the hospital.
"Alright listen," John said, "you boys are here to watch and listen, but if you do notice anything off, you say something. Got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Afternoon," Wes said to the nurse at the check in station. "We're Agents Gandalf and Saruman."
"Unfortunate names," the nurse answered back.
"Yeah, the guys upstairs thought it would be the joke of the century to pair us up."
"And who are they?"
"Bring your kid to work day," John responded quickly, rattling off the same answer he usually gave. "This one is finally touring career options and this one can't be trusted on his own at home anymore."
Dean tried to fight back a laugh. Sam elbowed him in the ribs.
The nurse filled out visitor passes and handed them out.
"They sit in the corner and not touch a damn thing."
"What do you say boys?" John asked.
"We promise to sit in the corner and not touch a damn thing," they responded in unison. The nurse rolled her eyes as if she knew they were lying.
They all walked down the hallway until they found a Mr. Hannah's room.
A doctor met them there and explained to them the whole situation. Mr. Hannah was doing perfectly fine! He and his family moved to the area not too long ago for his job and were doing very well. There were no symptoms of potential memory loss and he wasn't in any accidents recently so there should really be no reason why he's lying in a hospital bed unable to have his own thoughts.
"What are you thinking?" Dean whispered to Sam, noticed a strange look on his face.
"I... I've seen this guy before."
"You mean like... his picture?"
"No like... in person."
They heard footsteps behind them and turned around to see.
"Oh my god!" a girl cried. "Sam?"
"Brooke?"
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