A Tale of two Hunters (1/21)
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Title: A Tale of two hunters (1/21)- Everybody Loves a clown
Authors:
loverstar and
sazzy_angel
Pairing: Sam/Dean, and OC/Dean
Rating: R
Word count: 4000 and some.
Summary: AU. Dean is Ellen Harvelle's oldest son. Last year on one of his first ever hunts Dean met Sam Winchester. Hiding the fact that he is hunting with a Winchester from his mother. After the death of Sam's father and a strange phone call from Dean's mother to John about the demon. I suck at summaries
Disclaimer: I don't own anything because i am poor and..... well i don't believe in slavery
Notes/Warnings: This is an Au so all the rules are kind of out the window. It goes about the same plot as season 2. Most things in Season 1 happened. Also..... there is the fact that it is set in season 2. Ohhh and I made credits for it... which can be found here
Author's Notes:
Author’s Note: I know it's another AU non-related but believe me its good! Don't knock it until you try it! Oh and this would have never have even happened if it wasn't for Robbie the Phoenix. If it wasn't for Robbie's ideas and help and betaing, I probably wouldn't have gone through with this story. So thanks Robbie! And also PoeticallyPathetic19, who was also a big help. So a big thanks to them both! Oh and it doesn't exactly follow the whole episode, it skips scenes, but you can easily fill in the blanks.
Disclaimer: Not mine! Neither is the song: Burnin' For You by Blue Oyster Cult. Chapter title is a verse from Burnin' For You by Blue Oyster Cult.
Home in the valley
Home in the city
Home isn't pretty
Ain't no home for me
Home in the darkness
Home on the highway
Home isn't my way
Home I'll never be
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for givin' the devil his due
And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
Time is the essence
Time is the season
Time ain't no reason
Got no time to slow
Time everlasting
Time to play B-sides
Time ain't on my side
Time I'll never know
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I'm not the one to tell you what's wrong and what's right
I've seen suns that were freezing and lives that were through
But I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for givin' the devil his due
And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
The Impala was wreaked and ruined but that didn't stop Sam from working as hard as he could to fix it. He had been hell bent on restoring it because once upon a time, it was his father's. Dean was a little worried, so he offered to help when Sam got too exhausted to work. Dean decided to do as much as he could so Sam wouldn't have to. And it made Dean feel like he was doing a favor for John.
In the few short months he met John, he felt like a father to him. Which was good considering he hadn’t really known his real father. His dad, Bill Anthony Harvell, died on a hunt when he was six and his sister was four. It was the only reason his mother never let him and Jo hunt. Ellen feared that they, too, might get killed.
Well Dean never did like following her rules. He decided to hunt behind her back. Dean made her think he was attending college. He knew she would never let him forget it if she found out he was hunting with a fellow hunter.
Dean happened to think it was fate that brought Sam and himself together. Fate that allowed them to meet the way they did. If Dean hadn’t bumped into Sam on the hunt for the woman in white, they wouldn’t have even crossed paths.
When Dean saved Sam from the fire in his apartment that killed his best friend, Jessica Moore, he joined Sam to search for his dad. It hadn't taken long before they became a couple. Sam surely didn't expect to find himself in a relationship so soon.
Sam sees his boyfriend working on the car and decides to tell him the latest news he found out. Dean has been a little down since John died. He knows John was like a father to him, even though he only knew him for a few months. But Dean isn't feeling as guilty and as lonely as Sam is.
The whole thing began with an explosion. The demon had taken Sam for reasons that were still unknown to him. He had been paralyzed and held up against a wall. The demon was explaining his reasons for killing his best friend Jessica and his mother. Neither Sam nor the demon noticed the gas escaping where a lit candle happened to be set in a corner. The explosion seemed to make the demon release its hold on the person it was possessing and Sam. Sam and the old man managed to duck for cover. Dean and John weren't far behind. They just happened to walk right in five seconds before the explosion hit.
Unfortunately Sam wasn't safe enough because a huge chunk of debris landed on him knocking him out. All three hunters had been hospitalized, but Sam's condition was more critical. The explosion landed him in a coma, where he was hovering between life and death.
The only strange thing was the way Sam had recovered. Sam had awoken only five minutes before his father died and the colt was gone. The death of Sam's father was lying heavily on Sam. It made Sam wonder what really had happened.
Sam approaches Dean where he's on his back underneath the car. He clears his throat before he tells him, "Hey I think I got a lead on where we can go to next."
Dean pops his head from underneath the car to look at Sam. He's holding his father's cell phone in hand.
"What's up," Dean asks. He picks himself off the ground and wipes his greasy hands on his jeans.
"It one of my dad's old cell phones. It took me a while, but I cracked his voice mail code. Listen to this," Sam hands the old cell to Dean.
Dean takes it and listens to the message.
"John? It's Ellen, again. Look, don't be stubborn. You know I can help you. Call me."
Dean just stands in shock when the woman mentions her name. How can his mom know John though? There are a lot of things running through Dean's mind as he holds his gaze on the cell phone, after the message ends.
Sam notices the shocked look on Dean's face immediately. "Dean? What is it?"
Dean glances up towards Sam for a moment before answering. "It's my mom."
Sam blinks, staring at Dean like... well, Dean isn't sure what is going through Sam's head right now, but it’s probably along the lines of 'Is he serious?', and unfortunately, he’s about as serious as he can get.
"Sam, say something," he says, almost like he’s waiting for Sam to explode. Sam gives a sigh, sitting down on a nearby rusted engine.
"Your... your mom, huh?" he says. He looks up at Dean, and then he chuckles. "Small world, huh? Our parents know... knew each other... and then we meet out of the blue, weird huh?"
"Seems like fate, doesn't it?" Dean asks with a small smile forming on his lips.
"Yeah I guess it was," Sam hesitates, not actually believing in the word. "Well I traced the number and got an address, but you should already know the directions."
"They’re still fresh in my mind. To tell you the truth, though, I never thought I would willingly go back home to see my mom."
"I'm guessing all is not well with the Harvell's?"
"Your guess is correct. Maybe a reunion will do us some good, though. You should go ask Bobby if he has a car we can borrow." Dean suggests.
"Will do." Sam replies. He gets up from the rusted engine and head's toward the Bobby's house.
Sam has to admit, he was pissed when all Bobby had running was a mini-van. It’s bad enough he has to go back home. Now this was adding insult to injury. Sam hated the hideous brown and green mini-van the moment he stepped in it.
He exceeds the speed limit in order to get to their destination fast. It's not that either of them are excited about where they’re heading. No, that isn't it. Sam just doesn't wants to ditch the stupid mini-van.
It takes maybe fours from Bobby's to the Roadhouse, but Dean feels like it takes way longer than that. When they finally get there, Sam parks the mini-van in the front parking lot.
Sam noticed the surroundings and was a little surprised. "This is where you live?"
"I use to live here," Dean corrected. "I know it's not a billionaire home, but it's what my mom had left after my dad passed." He explained, as him and Sam got out of the car. Sam slams the door shut like he never wants to get back into it.
"It must be nice to settle down and stay in one place." Sam replies.
"No, not really. It's annoying. Especially if you live with my mom and her rules." Dean opens the door, which happens to be unlocked, and lets Sam and himself in.
No one seems to be around when they walk in. The place is just a regular sit in bar that probably looks much better when it’s surrounded with customers.
"I'm going to check the back," Dean says.
"Okay, I'll wait here." Sam replies before Dean disappears through the back door where the bar is.
Sam looks around taking in the sight of the place. It seems okay for a boy like Dean to be raised in. It doesn't seem like the place he lived in was the problem though. It had to be his mom. He always complains about his mother. She must have been pretty strict to Dean. Why else would he lie and say he went to college?
Sam is so caught up in taking in the sight of a drunken man on the pool table. He's so distracted that he doesn't notice someone come up behind him until something starts sticking into his back.
"Oh, please god be a rifle," Sam says sarcastically.
"No. I'm just real happy to see you,” retorts the voice of a girl. "Don't move."
Sam complies with his hands in the air and the rifle right against his back.
"Don't move, got it." Sam has a plan in his head. "You know miss, you don't want to put a rifle right on someone's back." He says, inching to turn. "It makes it really easy to do this," He turns around to quickly snatch the gun away from her with a flick of his wrist, he unloads it easily. The girl is swung a few feet back when Sam makes his move. But she quickly recovers and swiftly punches Sam in his nose.
Sam grunts in surprise and pain, his hand going to his nose (which is kind of stupid, considering it hurts even more the instant he touches it). He holds out a hand in a gesture of surrender, or at least to show he has no intention of attempting another smartass move that she might respond to by hitting him somewhere much more unpleasant.
The girl pulls a small (to put it mildly) pistol from the back of her jeans and pointed it at Sam. She has the gun trained on Sam and ready to shoot if he attacks. Sam’s nose is very much swollen and at the moment it blocks most of his vision.
“God I can’t even see! Dean? I need some help over here!” Sam starts to yell.
Right on queue, Dean comes out of the back door, hands on the back of his head, with a pistol pointed to his back as he says, “Sorry Sam. My mom has me a little tied up at the moment.”
The woman behind Dean is just a little tanner than him, with dark brown hair, and in her early-to-mid forties. It’s very obvious that she is none other than, Ellen Harvell.
Which makes the girl Dean’s sister. Jo has a look of confusion on her face. “Drew, you know this guy?”
Sam is a little lost for a second. Did she call Dean, Drew? Is Drew Dean’s real name? Sam knows as soon as they get out of this he going to have a talk with Dean.
“Yeah I do. He’s a friend from college. Mom this is Sam Winchester.” Dean half lies. “We came by to visit.”
At first Ellen is taken aback, especially when she hears Sam’s last name. She knows he must have been John’s son, but she isn’t going to say anything now, at least, not in front of Drew. So Ellen is going to play it casual and stay calm. She then puts her gun down and stops pointing it at Dean.
“Well, hell. I’m sorry. I’m Ellen and this is my daughter Jo.” Ellen says, nodding to Jo.
Jo lowers her weapon and mumbles, “Hey.”
“You’re not going to hit me again are you?” Sam replies sarcastically, his vision a little clearer than before as he glances in Jo’s direction.
Sam and Dean ditch the van after their run in with the clown, that isn't a spirit. Dean figures he could call Ash for help to see what it might be. They have to resort to walking in order to get where they need to go.
They’ve been walking for a little while, throwing ideas on what they could be fighting back and forth, when Dean has finally had enough of the idle chit-chat and decides it’s time for Sam to admit to how messed up he is.
“You don’t have to pretend with me, y’know,” he says, deciding to take it slow.
“Pretend?” Sam asks without breaking his stride. Without even looking at Dean.
“Yeah, this ‘strong silent’ thing of yours; I’m not buying it.” Dean says, looking up at Sam. Sam continues to walk still not looking at Dean. “It’s crap and you know it- Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Dean growls, putting a hand on Sam’s shoulder and spinning him around. “That wasn’t just anyone, Sam. It was your Dad.”
“Don’t,” Sam warns.
“He died, Sam.” Dean presses. “I don’t care what you say, you loved the guy. I know what it’s like to lose your father.”
Sam shoves Dean backwards away from him. “You don’t know a damn thing about what I’m feeling.” He growls. “So why don’t you just back off. Just because I’m not caring and sharing-”
“No, that’s not it, Sam,” Dean interrupts. “That’s not it at all.” He looks up at Sam, right in his eyes. “I don't care how you deal with this. But you have to deal with it, man, or-”
“There is nothing to deal with,” Sam says in a low, dangerous voice that causes Dean to take a step back.
Without so much as an apologetic look, Sam turns on his heel and starts walking again. Dean falls into step beside him again.
“Sam-”
“Don’t.” Sam interrupts his voice completely neutral. “Just… don’t, Dean. I can’t.”
“Neither can I,” he finally says, and he walks faster, moving ahead of Sam.
Dean takes out his cell and decides to call Ash.
"Who ya gonna call?" Sam shouts. "God that can never be used again, can it?" Sam mumbles to himself.
"Ash!" Dean replies venomously.
After they finish the job with the Rakshasa, Sam and Dean head back to the Roadhouse to check in with Ellen. They told her that they were going to go sighting. She had no clue that Dean took the case his mom was saving for a friend. The hunt was fairly simple enough. What was needed to be done was to stick the Rakshasa with a dagger of pure brass. What wasn’t easy for Dean was walking beside Sam when it wasn’t too long ago that he told him off.
They have to abandon the mini-van just in case the couple that was attacked saw their plates, which Sam was glad about. So here they are, just walking without a thing to say to one another. They’re both haggard and aren’t in any mood to start another fight.
“Well Drew,” Sam says. “What should we tell your mom?”
“I don’t know. As much as I hate to say it, we may need to go get the mini-van.” Then Dean adds, “Oh and call me Drew again you won’t live to see the light of day.”
“Is that a threat from little Drew?” Sam mocks.
“You know I have had it up to here with your bullshit Sam!” Dean frustratingly shouts. “I’m sorry what I said pissed you off, but it was the truth.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Sam ignores Dean’s apology. He quickly switches the subject. “Why do Ellen and Jo call you Drew anyways?” Sam asks curiously.
Dean heaves a sigh, “It is short for Andrew. My dad was the only one who called me Dean.”
Sam softens when he says, “Oh. Is that why you use Dean as a first name?”
“Yeah. It stuck, you know? "
“I don’t think Drew suits you. It sounds like the name of a hotel manager.”
“That’s what I said.” Dean chuckles.
Sam also laughs and thinks maybe they could forget about the stupid fight they had earlier. Or at least talk about it later.
"Well, let's go get the van and meet your mom. Then we can go back to Bobby's, okay?" Sam compromises. Sam doesn’t really want to go back to the stupid van, but he has to make sacrifices like everyone else.
"Fine," Dean says, his smile faltering.
"Hey, what took you boys so long?" Ellen asks, when Sam and Dean walk into the bar.
"There's just so much to see," Sam answers.
"Right. That's a surprise in a small town like ours." She jokes. Ellen cracks open a beer and hands it to her son, who's leaning against the counter. "Are you boys planning on staying? ’Cause I've got an extra cot out back for Sam."
"Actually, we've got to finish something." Sam replies.
“Right, but we'll be back." Dean assures.
"Are you sure? You guys just got here."
"Ya, we know but we forgot about some things. I promise we'll be back." Dean says kissing his mom on the cheek and leaving the untouched beer on the counter. Sam and Dean leave before Ellen can utter a word of protest.
When they reach Bobby's, the first thing Sam does is head to the junk yard to work on the Impala. It takes about two hours before Dean builds up the strength to speak to Sam. There’s so much Dean wants to get off his chest even if it means losing his cool. It’s now or never. Dean, unfortunately, is too stubborn to wait any longer.
As expected, Sam lies underneath the car with a wrench in hand and a snarl in place. He’s completely unaware of Dean's nearby presence. He has all his attention on the engine above him and the tools beside him.
Dean stands with his hands firmly across his chest and gives up waiting for Sam to notice him.
"You know what's funny?" Dean asks conversationally. "This is a familiar scenario; except I'm fairly certain I was under the car last time."
Sam heaves a sigh when he hears Dean's words. He knows Dean wants to start something, but Sam's not even in the mood to talk.
"Hey you had your turn." Sam reminds him. He tries to keep the conversation simple.
"You know what I've noticed Sam?" Dean says, before he thinks about what he's about to say. Dean decides it needs to be said. He'll deal with the consequences later. "The fact that you haven't mentioned your father since we left the hospital. And those things I said in Wisconsin? They’re not even half of what I feel."
It only takes a few short seconds before Sam blows his fuse. "You know what Dean, you're so hypocritical! You think you know what it feels like to lose a father? You didn't even know your father, but you assume that he wanted you to hunt. What makes you so sure? What if he never even wanted this life for you! Have thought about that possibility?" Sam questions, angrily.
Dean takes a step back in shock. It was the first time Dean ever hears Sam speak so harshly. It hurts but doesn't break Dean's resolve.
"You're right Sam.” He admits. “As always, you're right and I'm wrong. I don't know what my dad wanted for me." He says, tears forming at the corners of his green eyes. "He may have never wanted me to feel all the pain a hunter feels. And for that I'm sorry. But you know what? Every demon or spirit I hunt is for him. It's so he knows that I don't regret being a hunter. I never have, Sam."
There's a long pause before Dean continues, "I feel guilty as hell for lying to my mom, because it makes me feel like I'm ashamed of my dad, and of what he did. And I'm not alright Sam. Not at all.” He takes a deep breath. “But neither are you. That much, at least, I can tell." Dean shrugs and wipes away his tears. "I just thought you should know. I'll let you get back to work." Dean walks off into the house leaving Sam with the Impala.
Sam stands next to the car with anger and rage flowing through his veins. He picks up the crowbar that lay close by, so he can get back to work.
For some reason, he hesitates, staring at the Impala, and wondering what he needs a crowbar for. The next thing he knows, he’s shattering the window of a totaled car. Pieces of glass fall every where. A lot like the crumbling relationship between him and Dean.
Then Sam takes a glance at the Impala. A deep breath and a couple seconds later, he moves forward and slams the crowbar down against the hood with all the rage-induced strength he can muster. He keeps pounding until his ears are ringing with the sound of metal against metal, and the hood of the car looks even worse then it did before Bobby dragged the Impala here; but he knows it won't be enough to make him feel better.
TBC
Title: A Tale of two hunters (1/21)- Everybody Loves a clown
Authors:
loverstar and
sazzy_angel
Pairing: Sam/Dean, and OC/Dean
Rating: R
Word count: 4000 and some.
Summary: AU. Dean is Ellen Harvelle's oldest son. Last year on one of his first ever hunts Dean met Sam Winchester. Hiding the fact that he is hunting with a Winchester from his mother. After the death of Sam's father and a strange phone call from Dean's mother to John about the demon. I suck at summaries
Disclaimer: I don't own anything because i am poor and..... well i don't believe in slavery
Notes/Warnings: This is an Au so all the rules are kind of out the window. It goes about the same plot as season 2. Most things in Season 1 happened. Also..... there is the fact that it is set in season 2. Ohhh and I made credits for it... which can be found here
Author's Notes:
Author’s Note: I know it's another AU non-related but believe me its good! Don't knock it until you try it! Oh and this would have never have even happened if it wasn't for Robbie the Phoenix. If it wasn't for Robbie's ideas and help and betaing, I probably wouldn't have gone through with this story. So thanks Robbie! And also PoeticallyPathetic19, who was also a big help. So a big thanks to them both! Oh and it doesn't exactly follow the whole episode, it skips scenes, but you can easily fill in the blanks.
Disclaimer: Not mine! Neither is the song: Burnin' For You by Blue Oyster Cult. Chapter title is a verse from Burnin' For You by Blue Oyster Cult.
Home in the valley
Home in the city
Home isn't pretty
Ain't no home for me
Home in the darkness
Home on the highway
Home isn't my way
Home I'll never be
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for givin' the devil his due
And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
Time is the essence
Time is the season
Time ain't no reason
Got no time to slow
Time everlasting
Time to play B-sides
Time ain't on my side
Time I'll never know
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I'm not the one to tell you what's wrong and what's right
I've seen suns that were freezing and lives that were through
But I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for givin' the devil his due
And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
The Impala was wreaked and ruined but that didn't stop Sam from working as hard as he could to fix it. He had been hell bent on restoring it because once upon a time, it was his father's. Dean was a little worried, so he offered to help when Sam got too exhausted to work. Dean decided to do as much as he could so Sam wouldn't have to. And it made Dean feel like he was doing a favor for John.
In the few short months he met John, he felt like a father to him. Which was good considering he hadn’t really known his real father. His dad, Bill Anthony Harvell, died on a hunt when he was six and his sister was four. It was the only reason his mother never let him and Jo hunt. Ellen feared that they, too, might get killed.
Well Dean never did like following her rules. He decided to hunt behind her back. Dean made her think he was attending college. He knew she would never let him forget it if she found out he was hunting with a fellow hunter.
Dean happened to think it was fate that brought Sam and himself together. Fate that allowed them to meet the way they did. If Dean hadn’t bumped into Sam on the hunt for the woman in white, they wouldn’t have even crossed paths.
When Dean saved Sam from the fire in his apartment that killed his best friend, Jessica Moore, he joined Sam to search for his dad. It hadn't taken long before they became a couple. Sam surely didn't expect to find himself in a relationship so soon.
Sam sees his boyfriend working on the car and decides to tell him the latest news he found out. Dean has been a little down since John died. He knows John was like a father to him, even though he only knew him for a few months. But Dean isn't feeling as guilty and as lonely as Sam is.
The whole thing began with an explosion. The demon had taken Sam for reasons that were still unknown to him. He had been paralyzed and held up against a wall. The demon was explaining his reasons for killing his best friend Jessica and his mother. Neither Sam nor the demon noticed the gas escaping where a lit candle happened to be set in a corner. The explosion seemed to make the demon release its hold on the person it was possessing and Sam. Sam and the old man managed to duck for cover. Dean and John weren't far behind. They just happened to walk right in five seconds before the explosion hit.
Unfortunately Sam wasn't safe enough because a huge chunk of debris landed on him knocking him out. All three hunters had been hospitalized, but Sam's condition was more critical. The explosion landed him in a coma, where he was hovering between life and death.
The only strange thing was the way Sam had recovered. Sam had awoken only five minutes before his father died and the colt was gone. The death of Sam's father was lying heavily on Sam. It made Sam wonder what really had happened.
Sam approaches Dean where he's on his back underneath the car. He clears his throat before he tells him, "Hey I think I got a lead on where we can go to next."
Dean pops his head from underneath the car to look at Sam. He's holding his father's cell phone in hand.
"What's up," Dean asks. He picks himself off the ground and wipes his greasy hands on his jeans.
"It one of my dad's old cell phones. It took me a while, but I cracked his voice mail code. Listen to this," Sam hands the old cell to Dean.
Dean takes it and listens to the message.
"John? It's Ellen, again. Look, don't be stubborn. You know I can help you. Call me."
Dean just stands in shock when the woman mentions her name. How can his mom know John though? There are a lot of things running through Dean's mind as he holds his gaze on the cell phone, after the message ends.
Sam notices the shocked look on Dean's face immediately. "Dean? What is it?"
Dean glances up towards Sam for a moment before answering. "It's my mom."
Sam blinks, staring at Dean like... well, Dean isn't sure what is going through Sam's head right now, but it’s probably along the lines of 'Is he serious?', and unfortunately, he’s about as serious as he can get.
"Sam, say something," he says, almost like he’s waiting for Sam to explode. Sam gives a sigh, sitting down on a nearby rusted engine.
"Your... your mom, huh?" he says. He looks up at Dean, and then he chuckles. "Small world, huh? Our parents know... knew each other... and then we meet out of the blue, weird huh?"
"Seems like fate, doesn't it?" Dean asks with a small smile forming on his lips.
"Yeah I guess it was," Sam hesitates, not actually believing in the word. "Well I traced the number and got an address, but you should already know the directions."
"They’re still fresh in my mind. To tell you the truth, though, I never thought I would willingly go back home to see my mom."
"I'm guessing all is not well with the Harvell's?"
"Your guess is correct. Maybe a reunion will do us some good, though. You should go ask Bobby if he has a car we can borrow." Dean suggests.
"Will do." Sam replies. He gets up from the rusted engine and head's toward the Bobby's house.
Sam has to admit, he was pissed when all Bobby had running was a mini-van. It’s bad enough he has to go back home. Now this was adding insult to injury. Sam hated the hideous brown and green mini-van the moment he stepped in it.
He exceeds the speed limit in order to get to their destination fast. It's not that either of them are excited about where they’re heading. No, that isn't it. Sam just doesn't wants to ditch the stupid mini-van.
It takes maybe fours from Bobby's to the Roadhouse, but Dean feels like it takes way longer than that. When they finally get there, Sam parks the mini-van in the front parking lot.
Sam noticed the surroundings and was a little surprised. "This is where you live?"
"I use to live here," Dean corrected. "I know it's not a billionaire home, but it's what my mom had left after my dad passed." He explained, as him and Sam got out of the car. Sam slams the door shut like he never wants to get back into it.
"It must be nice to settle down and stay in one place." Sam replies.
"No, not really. It's annoying. Especially if you live with my mom and her rules." Dean opens the door, which happens to be unlocked, and lets Sam and himself in.
No one seems to be around when they walk in. The place is just a regular sit in bar that probably looks much better when it’s surrounded with customers.
"I'm going to check the back," Dean says.
"Okay, I'll wait here." Sam replies before Dean disappears through the back door where the bar is.
Sam looks around taking in the sight of the place. It seems okay for a boy like Dean to be raised in. It doesn't seem like the place he lived in was the problem though. It had to be his mom. He always complains about his mother. She must have been pretty strict to Dean. Why else would he lie and say he went to college?
Sam is so caught up in taking in the sight of a drunken man on the pool table. He's so distracted that he doesn't notice someone come up behind him until something starts sticking into his back.
"Oh, please god be a rifle," Sam says sarcastically.
"No. I'm just real happy to see you,” retorts the voice of a girl. "Don't move."
Sam complies with his hands in the air and the rifle right against his back.
"Don't move, got it." Sam has a plan in his head. "You know miss, you don't want to put a rifle right on someone's back." He says, inching to turn. "It makes it really easy to do this," He turns around to quickly snatch the gun away from her with a flick of his wrist, he unloads it easily. The girl is swung a few feet back when Sam makes his move. But she quickly recovers and swiftly punches Sam in his nose.
Sam grunts in surprise and pain, his hand going to his nose (which is kind of stupid, considering it hurts even more the instant he touches it). He holds out a hand in a gesture of surrender, or at least to show he has no intention of attempting another smartass move that she might respond to by hitting him somewhere much more unpleasant.
The girl pulls a small (to put it mildly) pistol from the back of her jeans and pointed it at Sam. She has the gun trained on Sam and ready to shoot if he attacks. Sam’s nose is very much swollen and at the moment it blocks most of his vision.
“God I can’t even see! Dean? I need some help over here!” Sam starts to yell.
Right on queue, Dean comes out of the back door, hands on the back of his head, with a pistol pointed to his back as he says, “Sorry Sam. My mom has me a little tied up at the moment.”
The woman behind Dean is just a little tanner than him, with dark brown hair, and in her early-to-mid forties. It’s very obvious that she is none other than, Ellen Harvell.
Which makes the girl Dean’s sister. Jo has a look of confusion on her face. “Drew, you know this guy?”
Sam is a little lost for a second. Did she call Dean, Drew? Is Drew Dean’s real name? Sam knows as soon as they get out of this he going to have a talk with Dean.
“Yeah I do. He’s a friend from college. Mom this is Sam Winchester.” Dean half lies. “We came by to visit.”
At first Ellen is taken aback, especially when she hears Sam’s last name. She knows he must have been John’s son, but she isn’t going to say anything now, at least, not in front of Drew. So Ellen is going to play it casual and stay calm. She then puts her gun down and stops pointing it at Dean.
“Well, hell. I’m sorry. I’m Ellen and this is my daughter Jo.” Ellen says, nodding to Jo.
Jo lowers her weapon and mumbles, “Hey.”
“You’re not going to hit me again are you?” Sam replies sarcastically, his vision a little clearer than before as he glances in Jo’s direction.
Sam and Dean ditch the van after their run in with the clown, that isn't a spirit. Dean figures he could call Ash for help to see what it might be. They have to resort to walking in order to get where they need to go.
They’ve been walking for a little while, throwing ideas on what they could be fighting back and forth, when Dean has finally had enough of the idle chit-chat and decides it’s time for Sam to admit to how messed up he is.
“You don’t have to pretend with me, y’know,” he says, deciding to take it slow.
“Pretend?” Sam asks without breaking his stride. Without even looking at Dean.
“Yeah, this ‘strong silent’ thing of yours; I’m not buying it.” Dean says, looking up at Sam. Sam continues to walk still not looking at Dean. “It’s crap and you know it- Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Dean growls, putting a hand on Sam’s shoulder and spinning him around. “That wasn’t just anyone, Sam. It was your Dad.”
“Don’t,” Sam warns.
“He died, Sam.” Dean presses. “I don’t care what you say, you loved the guy. I know what it’s like to lose your father.”
Sam shoves Dean backwards away from him. “You don’t know a damn thing about what I’m feeling.” He growls. “So why don’t you just back off. Just because I’m not caring and sharing-”
“No, that’s not it, Sam,” Dean interrupts. “That’s not it at all.” He looks up at Sam, right in his eyes. “I don't care how you deal with this. But you have to deal with it, man, or-”
“There is nothing to deal with,” Sam says in a low, dangerous voice that causes Dean to take a step back.
Without so much as an apologetic look, Sam turns on his heel and starts walking again. Dean falls into step beside him again.
“Sam-”
“Don’t.” Sam interrupts his voice completely neutral. “Just… don’t, Dean. I can’t.”
“Neither can I,” he finally says, and he walks faster, moving ahead of Sam.
Dean takes out his cell and decides to call Ash.
"Who ya gonna call?" Sam shouts. "God that can never be used again, can it?" Sam mumbles to himself.
"Ash!" Dean replies venomously.
After they finish the job with the Rakshasa, Sam and Dean head back to the Roadhouse to check in with Ellen. They told her that they were going to go sighting. She had no clue that Dean took the case his mom was saving for a friend. The hunt was fairly simple enough. What was needed to be done was to stick the Rakshasa with a dagger of pure brass. What wasn’t easy for Dean was walking beside Sam when it wasn’t too long ago that he told him off.
They have to abandon the mini-van just in case the couple that was attacked saw their plates, which Sam was glad about. So here they are, just walking without a thing to say to one another. They’re both haggard and aren’t in any mood to start another fight.
“Well Drew,” Sam says. “What should we tell your mom?”
“I don’t know. As much as I hate to say it, we may need to go get the mini-van.” Then Dean adds, “Oh and call me Drew again you won’t live to see the light of day.”
“Is that a threat from little Drew?” Sam mocks.
“You know I have had it up to here with your bullshit Sam!” Dean frustratingly shouts. “I’m sorry what I said pissed you off, but it was the truth.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Sam ignores Dean’s apology. He quickly switches the subject. “Why do Ellen and Jo call you Drew anyways?” Sam asks curiously.
Dean heaves a sigh, “It is short for Andrew. My dad was the only one who called me Dean.”
Sam softens when he says, “Oh. Is that why you use Dean as a first name?”
“Yeah. It stuck, you know? "
“I don’t think Drew suits you. It sounds like the name of a hotel manager.”
“That’s what I said.” Dean chuckles.
Sam also laughs and thinks maybe they could forget about the stupid fight they had earlier. Or at least talk about it later.
"Well, let's go get the van and meet your mom. Then we can go back to Bobby's, okay?" Sam compromises. Sam doesn’t really want to go back to the stupid van, but he has to make sacrifices like everyone else.
"Fine," Dean says, his smile faltering.
"Hey, what took you boys so long?" Ellen asks, when Sam and Dean walk into the bar.
"There's just so much to see," Sam answers.
"Right. That's a surprise in a small town like ours." She jokes. Ellen cracks open a beer and hands it to her son, who's leaning against the counter. "Are you boys planning on staying? ’Cause I've got an extra cot out back for Sam."
"Actually, we've got to finish something." Sam replies.
“Right, but we'll be back." Dean assures.
"Are you sure? You guys just got here."
"Ya, we know but we forgot about some things. I promise we'll be back." Dean says kissing his mom on the cheek and leaving the untouched beer on the counter. Sam and Dean leave before Ellen can utter a word of protest.
When they reach Bobby's, the first thing Sam does is head to the junk yard to work on the Impala. It takes about two hours before Dean builds up the strength to speak to Sam. There’s so much Dean wants to get off his chest even if it means losing his cool. It’s now or never. Dean, unfortunately, is too stubborn to wait any longer.
As expected, Sam lies underneath the car with a wrench in hand and a snarl in place. He’s completely unaware of Dean's nearby presence. He has all his attention on the engine above him and the tools beside him.
Dean stands with his hands firmly across his chest and gives up waiting for Sam to notice him.
"You know what's funny?" Dean asks conversationally. "This is a familiar scenario; except I'm fairly certain I was under the car last time."
Sam heaves a sigh when he hears Dean's words. He knows Dean wants to start something, but Sam's not even in the mood to talk.
"Hey you had your turn." Sam reminds him. He tries to keep the conversation simple.
"You know what I've noticed Sam?" Dean says, before he thinks about what he's about to say. Dean decides it needs to be said. He'll deal with the consequences later. "The fact that you haven't mentioned your father since we left the hospital. And those things I said in Wisconsin? They’re not even half of what I feel."
It only takes a few short seconds before Sam blows his fuse. "You know what Dean, you're so hypocritical! You think you know what it feels like to lose a father? You didn't even know your father, but you assume that he wanted you to hunt. What makes you so sure? What if he never even wanted this life for you! Have thought about that possibility?" Sam questions, angrily.
Dean takes a step back in shock. It was the first time Dean ever hears Sam speak so harshly. It hurts but doesn't break Dean's resolve.
"You're right Sam.” He admits. “As always, you're right and I'm wrong. I don't know what my dad wanted for me." He says, tears forming at the corners of his green eyes. "He may have never wanted me to feel all the pain a hunter feels. And for that I'm sorry. But you know what? Every demon or spirit I hunt is for him. It's so he knows that I don't regret being a hunter. I never have, Sam."
There's a long pause before Dean continues, "I feel guilty as hell for lying to my mom, because it makes me feel like I'm ashamed of my dad, and of what he did. And I'm not alright Sam. Not at all.” He takes a deep breath. “But neither are you. That much, at least, I can tell." Dean shrugs and wipes away his tears. "I just thought you should know. I'll let you get back to work." Dean walks off into the house leaving Sam with the Impala.
Sam stands next to the car with anger and rage flowing through his veins. He picks up the crowbar that lay close by, so he can get back to work.
For some reason, he hesitates, staring at the Impala, and wondering what he needs a crowbar for. The next thing he knows, he’s shattering the window of a totaled car. Pieces of glass fall every where. A lot like the crumbling relationship between him and Dean.
Then Sam takes a glance at the Impala. A deep breath and a couple seconds later, he moves forward and slams the crowbar down against the hood with all the rage-induced strength he can muster. He keeps pounding until his ears are ringing with the sound of metal against metal, and the hood of the car looks even worse then it did before Bobby dragged the Impala here; but he knows it won't be enough to make him feel better.
TBC