Fic: Denton, Chapter 1 (part 2)
(oops, the chapter was a bit too long for LJ)
Denton, Georgia 1995
They eat breakfast at a diner right next to the motel.
Sam walks in declaring that “Oh My God they've got an air conditioner,” and sits down at the table looking more happy than he has been in a week, which is enough to get everyone in a much better mood.
Dad starts bringing up the case, and Sam happily shares the information about all he's been reading.There are some possibilities about what it is and it needs more researching but dad seems happy about Sam’s job.
This case is all about teaching Sam do more than just tag along and stay in the car or motel rooms on hunts.
Dad have noticed Sam’s good eye for researching and is letting Sam do most of the work this time.
There’s definitely been changes since Sam got to know the truth. More training and hunting for both of them. Dean is happy that they're learning more, so they can be more protected. But he's a bit nervous about Sam hunting. Or...well… not little. He's terrified. Not that he's ever admitting that.
“You don’t like your pancakes, Sammy?” Dad asks, looking at Sam who’s only had a few bites from his meal.
“They’re just so good I’m taking my time with them,” Sam answers and pours some more syrup over them not looking at dad.
“Uhuh, and it got nothing to do with the fact you want to sit in a nice and cool diner all day?”
Sam looks up guilty, and Dad chuckles, the cool air making him in a good mood as well. “Believe it or not, we got things to do, and pancakes taste better when they’re warm. We need to hit the library and what’s to saythey don’t have air-conditioning?”
Sam eats them up in ten minutes.
It turns out the library don’t have air-conditioning. Well, they do, but it’s broken. The place is filled with yellow notes saying, “WARNING, the library is open but make sure to drink plenty of water. Any signs of dizziness and dehydration please leave. We’re not responsible for any hospital visits or deaths.”
It doesn’t stop the whatever’s killing people in town though, and they start researching.And then they sit there, for hours. Reading all the old documents the library got, sweat dripping down their faces.
After Dean’s head shoot up after the sixth time nodding off in the last thirty minutes, dad finally stands up and declares that researching times is over.
Dean quickly gathers all the books, wanting to leave as fast as possible. Sam however is still sitting down.
“I think I’m too hot to move. It’s like I’m stuck to this chair.”
“It’s called sweat, genius.” Dean grins.
“It’s like glue, I’m telling you, I can’t move.”
“Stop being a drama queen Sammy,” Dad
says grumpily, “it’s lunchtime”.
Sam’s eyes grow big “At the place near the motel?”
Dad actually smiles a little. “If you want to.”
Sam’s at the car before he and dad are even out of the door.
After lunch it’s time to do some more work, dad needs to check some things out in a nearby town. He surprises them though when he drops them off a local pool.
“We need to talk to someone here or something?” Dean says confused when they walk out of the car.
“I thought we were talking to that guy in the mental hospital,” Sam says.
"Nope,” Dad says. “Well, I am checking out the guy in the mental hospital, I don’t think it’s wise bringing two kids there.”
“Then what are we doing here?” Dean says.
“You two are staying here in the meantime. You need to hang out somewhere close to me.”
“Oh,” Sam says. “I forgot to bring my second book.”
“Really, Sam? I’d thought you would be in the pool the whole time,” Dad says with a
hint of a smile in his eyes.
“We..” Sam gives the entrance an uncertain look. “We can go in?”
“Yup,” Dad says and throws them a pair of old swimming trunks each and some money.
“Two hours boys, be sure to behave.”
“Well, go on then,” he says as they’re just standing there. Then Sam gets it and starts sprinting, Dean follows.
“Dean!” Dad calls back. “Watch -“
“I know dad!” Dean answers, continuing running after Sam.
It’s nice, hanging out a couple of hours at the pool. Sam and Dean spend all the time in the water swimming and splashing around. By the time dad gets back they both look like raisins.
“Had fun?” Dad smiles as they’re climbing into the car.
“They had a jumping tower!” Sam says excitingly and waves his arms just the way he did when he was jumping.
Dean had laughed for fifteen minutes about that. “I thought you wanted to be in the water, Sammy, not fly away from it.”
“Dude!” Dean says. “You’re splashing water on the upholstery.“
Sam stops his gymnastics movements, but is still grinning widely.
Dean sighs, pretending to be annoyed, smiling without showing Sam. “So, how did it go, dad?”
This time, dad sighs. But he isn’t pretending.
“The guy didn’t remember anything specific. Or if he did I couldn't get it out of him. But he kept muttering the word books the whole time.”
“That rings a bell, Sammy?” Dad asks. He’s not answering though, so Dean looks back. Sam is lost in his own thoughts, looking out
the window. “Sam!”
“Huh?” Sam says confused, the earlier energy gone, replaced with the tiredness from earlier plus two hours of playing in the pool.
“The guy at the mental hospital kept saying the word book, that mean anything to you?”
Sam shrugs. “Could be lots of things,” he sighs. ”It’s strange that he survived though. And there’s not anything about him that fits the pattern.”
Dean makes a face. “What pattern, Sammy? There isn’t one.”
Sam rolls his eyes at him. “There’s always a pattern.”
“So, what’s the pattern then geekboy?” Dean says.
Sam meet Dad’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “Well…” he says uneasy. “There’s not really one…yet.”
Sam looks down for a bit and Dean rolls his eyes back at Sam. “It’s… three people have been killed, all in their home, no signs of a break in. And then the guy here that survived. It’s been in different locations and there’s no connection between the victims. At least this time there’s so many possibilities about what it is, I don’t know what.”
“And that’s why we’re here, Sammy,” Dad says. “To figure it out. Which we will.”
Sam still looks upset and Dean winks at him, “Just keep your feet on the ground Birdie.”
Sam throws an old paper mug at him.
They go to the library after that, this time to take some books with them. Dean instantly likes the library better when he sees the superhot librarian at the register. She’s dressed in a thin light blue dress, her dark hair is in a neat knot and her face is thin with blue eyes and dark red lips curved in a beautiful smile. Dean almost drops his books and Dad mumbles something about teenage boys before declaring he’s leaving them there alone for a few hours.
When he comes to pick them again Dean declares he have no trouble going to the library anymore.
“Awesome,” Dad says, starting the car up. “You’ll be in charge of research on our next case then.”
Sam laughs behind the huge book he’s reading and Dean gently kick him under the table.