Fic: Fellowship of the Nine 10/23
Chapter 10
"I want to find that son of a bitch that killed Jess."
Sam dropped the bomb in a casual way as if it was the most normal thing to say. The way Dean nodded to them it probably was. For me most certainly not.
"Did he just say killed?" Brenda asked and confirmed that I had heard the same thing she had. "Jess has been murdered?"
I wanted to say that it had been a fire. Something with the wiring, an accident. But before I could open my mouth I stopped myself. I hadn't been there, neither had Brenda. The only persons who actually knew what had happened that night were Jess who couldn't tell us anymore and Sam who had told us it had been an accident. And Dean.
"The police says it was an accident." I finally said, trying to wrap my mind around the idea. Did Sam know something he hadn't told the police? Hadn't told us?
"But he said ..." She started but I interrupted her.
"Maybe he can't deal with it." I tried to be reasonable. "Maybe he needs somebody to blame."
I needed time to think about it but in the other room the conversation went on as if nothing out of the ordinary had been said.
"You had at least a bit of fun with your friends?" Dean changed the topic. "Besides the pushing to come back to Stanford part and the … you know … them thinking me being all Brother Dearest to you." He tried to crack a joke with the last part but he looked deeply hurt. Not what I had expected to see on his face.
Sam stretched out on his bed upper body propped up against the headboard and he was facing the camera. A sad smile ghosted over his lips.
"For a while." He answered in a low voice. "For a while I could pretend again that I'm one of them." He shook his head. "But it's more obvious than ever that I'm not." He sighed heavily and Brenda and I shared a look. This side of Sam neither of us had ever seen and I wondered if this was the same Sam we knew. What did he mean with pretending to be one of us?
"We're freaks." Dean shrugged and Sam's smile turned into something warm and fondly.
"And you?" Sam prompted. "What did you do after you dropped me off?"
"Ah, Sammy." Now Dean grinned from ear to ear. "I had fun. I went to that bar we saw earlier and man, I think my birthday came early this year." He made a dramatic pause. "Twins. Identical twins, Sammy."
Sam rolled his eyes but didn't correct him on the Sammy part. "So I'm lucky you weren't too … busy to pick up when I called?"
"Nah." Dean waved him off. "I was going through the coroner's reports. You saved me from an evening with boring research stuff. Oh, by the way. The hearts are missing." He added the last part with a gleeful expression.
"So we were right." Sam said as if missing hearts were a good thing. "And you're way to happy about that, you know that, right? That's a sick obsession of yours."
"What can I say? I'm a simple guy with simple pleasures." He spread his arms in a helpless manner. "Speaking of simple. How long are we stuck with your college buddies?"
"Monday." Sam answered and he didn't look happy at all. "Maybe sooner if Cole can phone in some help."
"Awesome." Dean collapsed backwards on his bed staring up to the ceiling. They fell silent for a moment allowing the questions in my head to swirl.
"Okay." Brenda pointed at Dean on the screen. "That is creepy. Coroner's reports? Missing hearts? What the hell?"
That were exactly the question in my head along with some others but I hadn't an answer whatsoever.
"What are we doing now?" I muttered to myself but hoped for Brenda to give me an answer.
"Maybe we should talk to Sam?" She sounded as doubtful as I felt.
"And admitting that we were spying on him?" No, that was out of question. "What would we ask anyway?" I paused imagining that conversation. "So Sam, you're looking for Jess' killer? Lost any hearts lately? Oh and by the way, you were just pretending to be our friend?"
There were a lot more questions raised by the little talk the brothers just had but there was no way we could actually ask them.
"So what? We just pretend everything is fine?"
"It's not like Sam is going anywhere any time soon." I rubbed my face. "And Dean is here too. Maybe we can coax some answers out of them." Yeah, that had worked so well with Sam in the past. But maybe his brother wasn't that clammed up.
A knock at the brother's door pulled me back out of my thoughts. Andrea stuck her head in and announced dinner. Dean still lay spread out on the bed and she seemed to appreciate the view. He smiled at her and she blushed.
"Dinner is ready in ten minutes." She said. "If you're hungry. You're hungry, right? Right downstairs." She pointed behind her while she babbled like a teenager.
"Thanks, Andrea." Dean answered still with that smile. "We'll be there in a few." He looked like he'd rather have her for dinner and Andrea didn't seem to mind.
A second later she was at our door and Brenda hurried to block her view on the screen while I turned the sound off. But Andrea didn't even glanced at the laptop probably assuming we were playing again.
"Dinner in ten." And with that she was already gone.
"I could get used to some of your friends." Dean said when I turned the sound back on for what Sam threw his pillow at him.
"Don't even think about it."
"C'mon, it's a long weekend."
"Yeah, and I'd like to get it over with without you sleeping with my friends. It's going to be awkward enough."
With that he was probably right. Even if you didn't count what Brenda and I just had heard, there was still the fact that Sam had wanted to leave. And now he was stuck with us and his brother was stuck here as well. Dean didn't know us and we didn't know him.
However, I still had my suspicions about him and the last few minutes didn't help to put them at ease.
Sam got up from the bed, stretched and nudged his brother's foot.
"Let's get this over with." Sam said and when he passed the laptop he shut it. Spying time was over and I doubted I could set up the laptop again.
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