Two Brothers 7/?
Chapter 7
I cleared the room out, stuffed everything in the bags and checked twice that I really got everything. I even checked under the beds and lifted the mattresses, just to make sure.
Fifteen minutes later the room was empty and I just left the key on the table. I had not intention to face the manager again.
When I threw the bags in the trunk of my car, it triggered a memory of another car a lifetime ago with a hidden arsenal under a false bottom. I wondered if they still had something like that or if they even still drove the same car. But it had been years so most likely not the same car anymore but the weapons? Probably.
Out of the corner of my eye I spotted the manager coming in my direction and I hurried to get in the car and with spinning wheels I left the motel and its manager in my rear-view mirror.
I breathed easier when I reached the more familiar parts of town but my hands still shook when I tried to get the key in the front door of my house a few minutes later. I dumped the bags just inside the door and went for a stiff drink first. Not sure what had rattled me that much, the whole situation I think, but I needed another drink to finally calm down.
From my spot on the couch I eyed the bags I'd left at the entrance. Why I'd brought them in in the first place I had no idea either, the Winchester brothers needed their stuff at the hospital and not in my house, at least not yet. And I kinda feared the moment I would have to tell Dean that he no longer had a motel room but that he could stay at my place as long as he wanted. I didn't picture him as a guy taking somebody else making decisions for him well.
Deciding against a third drink I stood up and stepped over to the bags. It was none of my business and I should have respected their privacy. But c'mon, they were supposed to be dead, had been on the FBI's most wanted list for some gruesome murders and as far as I knew they dealt with ghosts and shapeshifters on a daily basis. How could I not have a look?
So I sniffed through their stuff and what I found wasn't really worth the guilty feeling in my guts in the end. In the second suit jacket - I had to hang the suits up so they won't get wrinkled, right? - I found Dean's FBI badge. How he managed to convince somebody that he was a FBI agent was beyond me, I got to know him as the brawn to Sam's brains and that didn't seem to have changed over the years. But I'd made that mistake before, judging without knowing the details, so I just set the badges aside. Bruce Russell and Kurt Willis, seriously?
Under clothes in various states from clean to dirty I found a gun which I didn't touch, I never had a gun in my hand before and I wouldn't start now, a bowie-knife as long as my forearm and two less wicked looking knives. All the weapons looked used but well cared for.
Other than that there were only the things you'd expect in a traveling bag. Personal stuff like toiletries, magazines and snacks. Somewhat disappointing. There was a laptop but that was were I drew the line. So I just folded the clothes neatly and packed everything back in the duffels. I had no idea what belonged to whom, it was a safe bet that the giraffe-legged jeans were Sam's but beyond that I had no clue, so I just tried to fit everything in the bags and get the zippers closed.
I was curious about the papers and notes I had found spread on their table but I couldn't really make sense out of them. Apparently the Winchester brothers had been interested in animal attacks. Which kinda matched Sam's injuries. However, there was some mythological stuff mixed in and I wasn't so sure anymore that it was a rogue bear roaming the woods.
I didn't sleep that much that night and was back at the hospital early in the morning. First stop was the nurse station to check Sam's file. He had shown signs of waking up over night and the night shift had given him some of the pain medication I had prescribed. He was still running a low fever but all in all his vitals looked better than I'd hoped. Maybe I could get him off the vent today.
When I entered Sam's room I found both Winchesters fast asleep, Sam pale and looking surprisingly small in the bed and Dean collapsed in the chair and my neck screamed in sympathy pain just from looking at his twisted position. Sporting quite some stubble and with dark smutches under his eyes he looked worse than Sam. He was awake before I had closed the door.
"Morning." I greeted him while he rubbed the sleep from his face. He mumbled something incomprehensible and I used the time he needed to wake up fully to have a look at Sam.
"How is he?" Dean sat up straighter.
"Good." I nodded to myself. "He woke up last night?"
"For a minute." Dean confirmed and made a face. "He didn't like the vent." Accusation clearly in his voice.
"We'll try to get him off today." I promised and had a closer look at Dean. "But first, let's de-zombify you. You'll scare him if he sees you like this. C'mon, cafeteria. I'm buying."
Reluctantly he looked at his brother but I cut him off before he could turn me down.
"Half an hour. Coffee, breakfast." I tried to bribe him. "I have your stuff in the car. You can use one of our bathrooms, have a shower and a shave. Sounds good?" And it did sound good to him that much was clear judging by the longing look on his face and his grumbling stomach. But he still hesitated.
In the end I nearly had to drag him out of the room but after one cup of coffee he looked human again.
"Dude, is this all of our stuff?" Dean had opened one of the bags and was rummaging through the clothes.
"Ehm." I cleared my throat. "I kinda had to clear out your room."
"You what?"
"The manager was about to throw your stuff out." I hold my hands up in defense. "You can stay at my place, I have lots of space. And it's just ten minutes from here."
He glared at me and was about to say something, nothing nice I bet, when then my pager went off. We both took off running at the same time.
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