They spent the night at a dive motel with Sam, Dean and Bobby in one room and Val and Jamie in another. After time on the road, camping lost its luster and showers and real beds were needed, if only for a night.

That particular evening Bobby woke to find both of the boys gone and he panicked thinking they went to the chop shop alone instead of waiting. He was relieved to find the Impala still parked in front, waiting for her next adventure. He spotted two shadowy figures standing beneath a tree. In the quiet he could faintly hear the sounds of sloppy kissing punctuated by moans. One of them said, "easy tiger" followed by a low chuckle. Bobby would recognize that voice out of a chorus of a thousand and it was Dean, 100%.

He went back to bed after that but he couldn't sleep. Bobby started to second guess every interaction he'd witnessed between the two of them over the last year. He thought of talking to Jamie but this wasn't the time and place. Hunting meant focus and he decided to unpack this revelation after the mess of John Winchesters making was over, one way or the other.

…..

The air through open car window tousled around Sam's shaggy hair and Dean thought how sexy he looked all windblown like that. He could tell his brother was having one of those deep thinks where Sam tried to solve the problems of the universe or whatever it was that went on in that big brain of his.

"Probably thinking about Dad and the hunt…"

Sam wasn't thinking about John or hunting at all. He was thinking about his brother and everything they'd done so far, the blow jobs, hand jobs, tongue wrestling and last Christmas when he summoned up the courage to grab Dean's perky ass which looking back, seemed pretty tame now. There were a couple drunken declarations of love thrown in there as well. Sam's feelings were still pretty messy when it came to his brother. He wished they could just fuck and maybe all his messiness would be over and a vision for the future would become clearer.

It was a lot for someone that age to think about and sometimes Sam wished he could be more like Dean, living in the moment because life was just easier that way. The young alpha stud felt like a starving man staring at a buffet he wasn't allowed to eat.

Dean patted his brother's knee, "Penny for your thoughts."

"I'm hungry."

He palmed Sam's crotch and gave it a playful squeeze, "That's cause you're a growing boy."

The alpha's cheeks instantly flushed from arousal. He was still getting used to Dean grabbing whatever he wanted, not that Sam minded one bit, "Geez, Dean you're gonna kill me."

"Maybe, but what a way to go."

…

Mack's Body Shop was a legit business by day and a chop shop as soon as the closed sign went up. Instead of a seedy appearance, the outside was neat and orderly but the inside, not so much. The owner figured the first place that caught a cop's eye were rundown dumps that just screamed "illegal activity".

It started out as a same shit, different day sort of morning until the little bell on the front door went off. Mack rounded the corner to find a freckle faced stunner standing there dressed in ill-fitting jeans and tight t-shirt with an army green jacket tied around his trim waist.

Dean was in luck, the guy smiled at him in a certain way that let the omega know he was into him. "My car broke down about a block away and when I saw this place, I knew I'd find some sorta help and maybe I could use your phone." He really tried his best to look in distress, "It's kind of a sketchy neighborhood."

"Yeah, its best a sweet thing like you doesn't wander around an area like this. How about I take a look at your car, maybe it's an easy fix."

"Wow thanks Mister, that would be awesome!" "Why do you have Dad's truck, you trout faced fucker…where is he…"

They heard shouting from the back, followed by a deafening crash. Dean pulled his Colt and aimed it at the owner.

….

John slipped in and out of consciousness as his body fought to heal itself. The hunter had no idea what sort of drug cocktail they were giving him. Then one morning he opened his eyes and his mind felt clearer than it had for a long while.

Instead of a tiny windowless room he guessed was located in the bowels of this complex, he'd been moved to a room with a big window covered in steel bars. John was no longer strapped to his bed so he cautiously planted his feet on the floor and stood up, swayed a bit then sat back down.

"No more IV…" He got a whiff of his body odor and his teeth felt fuzzy, "Damn, how long have I been here…"

The new digs still reminded him of a hospital room, very clean, bright and with nothing unnecessary to clutter it up. There wasn't even a piece of terrible art on the stark white walls. John spotted a camera in the corner of the ceiling. and he wondered how much of the room it covered.

…

45 minutes later…

Dean slammed the wrench down on Mack's middle finger, "That's the last time you flip me off, asshole. Where is our dad and why did you have his truck? Am I gonna have to break both hands and then start on your knees?"

Mack let out a scream and pulled his hand to his chest, "You fucking cunt omega!"

Sam found the man's phone in the office and tossed it on the bench, "Someone brought you Dad's truck and I'm sure his number is in here." Sam tried the good cop approach which came naturally to him, "Look, make this easy on yourself and just tell me and all of this will stop."

Bobby tossed the truck keys to Sam, "Park the truck out of sight." As soon as Sam left, Bobby pulled out his fixed blade knife and pressed it lighting over the guy's thumb, "I'm gonna start cuttin' off fingers."

Mack spat at the elder alpha and told him to go fuck himself with that knife of his.

In one swift movement, Bobby grabbed the man's busted hand and cut off his thumb with the razor-sharp blade and some pressure. The hunter calmly looked on as Mack howled in pain and started blubbering.

"Clem and Ike brought the truck and I don't know where this guy is but they do!"

Dean tapped the phone, "Get them over here."

Sam walked in, saw the bloody mess and gave his brother a sour look. Dean waved the severed thumb at him and smiled, "Hey Sam thumbs up, we got the info."

"Dean, you promised not to cut anyone."

"Bobby did it, I was fine with the wrench."

Their uncle huffed, "It was takin' forever and times a wasting."

…..

Grady thought it was odd Mick wanted to see them and the man's voice sounded strained over the phone. Though they weren't friends and just business associates, this had him concerned, not for Mick but for himself. When they got there, the two circled the building looking for suspect vehicles or people but found nothing out of the ordinary. Grady and Ike entered through the back of the building. Ike found himself weaponless and flat on his belly as soon as he entered when a lanky omega did some sort of Bruce Lee style kick that disabled him.

Sam didn't know any kung fu or Walker Texas Ranger style moves but with his strength and height, he easily got Grady in a choke hold and disarmed him as Dean looked on. The omega found his brother's moves incredibly hot.

Sam shook Grady, "What did you do with the guy who owns the black GMC truck?"

"If I tell you, me and Ike are dead."

Dean barked, "Your both gonna be dead if you don't tell me where our dad is."

Ike was the one who broke after spotting the severed thumb on the bench, "W-we hunt the infected and get paid depending on the condition. We found this guy passed out with a belt strapped around his infected arm, I guess he was going to try and chop it off because there was a hatchet and a tire iron in the fire. He was passed out, barely breathing and he looked like shit but compared to the others…well he looked pretty normal except for that gross, rotting arm of his."

Grady moaned, "Why the hell are you talking, Ike? You know those fuckers don't play."

Since the guy was cooperating, Sam spoke to him in a calm manner, "I'm guessing you two are hunters like us and I'm not talking about hunting animals. It sounds like you got hooked up with some pretty dangerous people."

Ike nodded then bowed his head, "Dangerous people and organizations. If I tell you, will you let us go?"

Dean stabbed his finger against Grady's chest, "This one looks like a big crybaby squealer who would go right to his overlords and tattle like a bitch."

Grady took offense, "They aren't my fucking overlords! I'm an independent contractor and I don't owe them anything. It's just a way to pick up a few bucks. Hunting monsters doesn't put a roof over your head or food in your belly." He looked over to his partner, "We'll tell you everything but your dad is probably dead already and now so are we."

…

A masked woman in blue scrubs entered John's room and right behind her was a large, fit young male dressed in nondescript fatigues and also wearing a mask. He tossed a plastic bag on the bed then stepped back to the door and took an at ease position.

"Ray here," she gestured to the male, "brought personal care items so you can shower and clean up. I'll bag up your stump and assist you."

John read her name tag, "So Natalie, tell me why I rate windowed room instead of strapped down to a bed in the bowels of what I imagine is the headquarters for the Legions of Doom."

"Sorry, those questions are way above my pay grade. I can only tell you that you're unique and worth the extra effort."

John felt a strong urge to tackle the guard and kill him. This wouldn't have been unusual except he pictured himself using his teeth to crush and then tear out the guard's windpipe. It was a frightening but exhilarating thought. The hunter was much too weak at the moment but he planned on fixing that PDQ.

She watched as the man's eyes rolled back, flashing the whites and for a few seconds it seemed he wasn't there, "John, are you alright?"

John snapped back to his senses and managed a smile even though he looked and felt like shit, "Yeah, I'm peachy, Natalie." Charm was all John had to go on right now. He turned to silent Ray, "Thanks for the bag of stuff, big guy. I'll look a whole lot better after I up." John wondered if Ray was either an omega or into guys because then would be easier to get him off kilter. "Ah what the hell…" John gave him a little wink.

Ray raised his bushy eyebrows but there was no way to read his reaction.

"He either wants to punch me, get laid or doesn't give two fucks about any of this…probably the latter…Natalie, Natalie, what about you…"

Natalie pulled a clear plastic bag with elastic at the top over the stump and the taped it for good measure.

"There, let's get you squeaky clean and then I'll change that bandage and have some food brought up. The doctor will stop by this afternoon to examine you. Tomorrow you meet with Doctor Kontos and he might be able to answer your questions."

"Doctor Kontos, what kind of doctor is he?"

"A psychiatrist."

John didn't like that at all.

…

The brothers did their arguing in private. Dean insisted Sam should take the truck home and stay out of danger. Sam countered with a real whammy, he said if he was old enough for blow jobs then he was old enough to take on whatever danger they were facing. Dean had to admit that his brother had a valid point so then they quickly jerked each other off then joined the others.

In the end Val volunteered to take the truck back and enlisted the help of a fellow hunter to drive her vehicle back as well. She told Jamie to keep her abreast of the hunt and if they needed her, she and her group of female hunters were at their disposal.

Jamie said it wasn't good to make big plans on an empty stomach and Dean wholeheartedly agreed. Over beer and burgers, Grady and Ike told them everything and it went something like this.,.

TBC