And Now for the Cosmic Egg's Next Trick (2b)
Dean slowly started to come too, he could barely open his left eye, his body hurt in places he didn’t know it could.
“Good you are awake, you think anything is broken? Don’t have trouble breathing?” asked the man whose voice was the same as the one in the car.
“What happened to me?”
“Well,” the man scratched his head. “You seemed to have got shot and then, I’m sorry dude, I thought you were someone else and when you tried to tell me that you weren’t you sort of…well jumped really out of the car.”
The room he was in started to come into focus, the wallpaper was curling and garish, the carpet looked as if he had seen better days and …this wasn’t a hospital.
Dean started to squirm, his head throbbed and his body hurt but he wasn’t where he was supposed to be.
“Easy Sasquatch, not going to hurt you,” the man said calmingly getting up and taking a few steps back. “Got some clothes for you and we’ll get you back to the hospital as soon as I can. But what’s your name.”
Dean blinked for a second. His response coming out as much as a question as a statement. “Dean?”
“Okay, you heard that in the car. What is your name?”
“Dean.”
“Great, hit your head hard didn’t you.”
Dean slowly shook his head before slowly saying his name again.
The man nodded and slowly replied, “Yes; and your name is?”
“Dean!” Dean yelled. “My name is Dean Forester!”
“Forester? Where the hell did…,” the man said, taken aback, “Your name is Dean Forester. Holy shit! You got to be kidding me?”
Dean swallowed as the man stared at him only to be disturbed by a rap on the door.
“Dude!” another voice said.
“Coming bro,” the man said backing away slowly. “You just stay there, okay. I’ll be back in a minute and we’ll get you some help okay.”
He watched the man leave the room; he could hear voices, the door finally opening a crack to which someone was peering at him, though he couldn’t make out a face. The door closed after a few seconds, “No I’m not making this up? Why the hell would I?”
The door opened again and the man came in. “Okay …Dean. We are going to take this slow can you tell me who shot you?”
“Why do you want to know?” Dean said trying to bluff that he better able to defend himself than he currently was.
The man smiled. “Dude, trust me I’m not going to hurt you. If anything you’re here because I got well…don’t tell anyone but I know I’m a little over protective when it comes to…okay, you don’t have to know that, but I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Let me go then.”
“As soon as you get cleaned up, that’s what’s going to happen, dude. Well, as cleaned up as you can, considering the leg.”
“Is that what this is about?” Dean asked. “About my leg? I don’t know who shot me or shot at the store.”
The man looked at him confused as he waited for an answer.
Dean hesitated for a second. “Was it you? Is this what this is about?”
He looked around him again, the room had only one real exit and he was pretty sure that in his current state that he wouldn’t be able to get to the door before this guy got in his way and considering the guy moved with a cocky assuredness it meant one of two things that he could handle himself or at least knew people who could.
Dean started to scramble, trying to get as far away from the guy as possible, “Jesus, you’re one of Danny’s …oh Christ, I’m going to die in some crap motel all because of some girl. Great, sums up my life doesn’t it.”
The man looked at him confused.
“Look, I didn’t mean that. I do like Veronica but it was just when she first asked me out I kind of said no. Then, well it was only for a few days and she was always heading back to school that was her plan, she is focused on her studies, and I respect that, me and her weren’t serious and…not that I didn’t like her. I promise that I’ll stay away from her when she comes back for break. I’ll find somewhere else to work. ”
“Excuse me?”
“This isn’t about Veronica?”
The man thought for a second, “Ehmm, Veronica?”
Dean tensed, “Pretty, sporty, Danny’s sister, left to go back to school in Texas a couple of days ago?”
“A College girl?” the man said taking a few more moments to think before a light seemed to go off in his head. “Has a thing for your ass?”
Dean swallowed nervously as the man let out a laugh.
“No, Dude, I didn’t shoot you and you being here right now isn’t about a Veronica or a Betty or any girl that I know about,” the man said with a laugh before turning to the first aid kit and handing to Dean as well as some clothes.
“Look , you aren’t going to let me patch you up but from the looks of those hands of yours you look like you know your way around antiseptic and gauze.”
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t look like you push paper round,” the man said noting the welt on the back of Dean’s hand that he got a couple of days before
“Why don’t I help you get to the bathroom, so you can get cleaned up as best you can before we get you a cab and you can go wherever - hell what do you say I give you a ride.” The man said. “Least I can do.”
Dean hesitated, as the man stood there waiting.
The man sighed. “If I don’t help you across the room this, is going to take a lot longer, and I’m guessing that you want to get going as soon as you can.”
Dean nodded before he was helped to the small bathroom.
“You need anything, you shout.”
“Is it safe to come in?” Sam said as his brother opened the door to him.
“No it isn’t,” Dean replied sarcastically. “He’s in the bathroom so get in here now, before he comes out.”
“So any idea who he is yet?”
“I had ten minutes on the computer so the answer to that would be no.”
“Didn’t you Google him?” Dean asked. “Even I can do that.”
Sam glared at his brother, “I’m not a miracle worker. What did you get?”
Dean glanced over his shoulder at the bathroom, “Well unlike you give me ten minutes and I think I’ll be able to get almost anything out of him. Hell, I could probably get him to confess to the kidnapping of the Lindbergh baby.”
“What?”
Dean sighed. “Remember that chick that grabbed your ass the other day?”
“How could I forget?”
“You need to get laid,” Dean stated causing Sam to huff. “Well she wasn’t asking me for a work out and wasn’t really commenting on how you looked in a suit when she decided on having a feel.”
“Seriously, what has that got to do with this?”
“Can we get passed the ‘Whats’ and the ‘Seriouslys’? It breaks my flow, Dude,” Dean said. “Her name was Veronica, wasn’t it?”
“Think so.”
“Well, I wasn’t the Dean she wanted to work out with.
Sam looked in the direction of the bathroom. “Oh?”
“Yeah, thinks I’m a friend of the girl’s brother trying to warn him off.”
“And he thinks that he got shot and is here because of that. What type of family does that girl come from?”
“How the hell do I know?” Dean replied as the bathroom door opened.
Sam looked right into the face of the occupant.
“What the fuck?” Dean Forester exclaimed, grabbing a lamp to defend himself.
“Wait a minute; this isn’t what you think it is. Well, I got no idea what you think this is,” Dean Winchester said, trying to calm the situation down.
“Who the hell are you?” Dean Forester yelled taking a step forward.
“Dude,” Sam said putting up his hands just as Dean Forester got his foot caught in the lamp cable causing him to end up face first in the worn shag pile of the motel carpet that had seen better days.
“Uncoordinated, ain’t he?” Dean Winchester said to his brother.
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“So, what now?”
“With Dean Winchester, isn’t he,” the first hunter said.
“Sam will be there, too.”
“So we finish this,” the first hunter said. “We go all the way.”
“But, we can’t be sure.”
“Yeah, we can’t be sure. We do it quick, which I thought would make you happy; we make sure this is over.”
“None of this makes me happy.”
“So we get this done and we do it quick, so whichever sorry son of bitch is innocent, at least moves on to a better place and don’t suffer too much for it.”
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“Come on big guy, wake up!” someone said, tapping the side of his face.
“Get off me!” Dean retorted, as he weakly pushed the hand away.
“So you’re awake again?”
The room started to come into focus, the man was still there.
“How did I end up down here?”
“You fell over your own feet, big guy.”
“My name is Dean!” Dean said. “Dean Forester, I just work construction I don’t have any money and I’m just…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Got that, big guy.”
“Dean,” Dean said slowly.
The man scratched his nose, “Yeah sure, you’re Dean and that’s fine, but to be honest, it’s going to make things more confusing as it is.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean asked, noting that there was someone standing just out of view. He craned his neck to look around the man to see the person at the other side of the room.
The blood from his face drained as he saw himself give a little wave. He turned back to the grinning man in front of him.
“That’s Sam. Thought you were him.”
Dean let out a little whimper in response.
“Okay, you seem to be dealing, Sam’s my brother.”
“Right - Sammy?”
“Yeah, that is right.”
“Pleased to meet you.” Sam said to him across the room.
The man started again. “Well, I saw you and thought you were him. Just didn’t know why he was in the ER.”
“Okay, he’s here and I’m not him,” Dean said slowly and carefully before tentatively trying to move. “I’ll just be going then, Sam and whoever you are.”
The expression on the face of ‘Sam’ changed to one of concern. “Dean?"
“What?” Dean and the man both said.
“Excuse me?” Dean said.
“Yeah, that is the other confusing thing,” the man said before sticking out a hand. “Hi, my name’s Dean.”
At that point, everything started to go dark again.
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He was in a car again, bumping along the road. His head hurt, and his side felt like it had been attacked by a cheese grater, and his leg. Well, the less said about that, the better. At least this time he seemed to be dressed.
“So you’re wonderful plan is to just to drop him at the ER?”
“Well, the original one was to let him get there on his own, but he doesn’t seem to be able to do that right now, does he.”
“You serious? You kidnap him and your plan now is to push him out the car in the ambulance bay when he is wearing my stuff?”
“Is that what your bellyaching is really about? The fact the guy is in your clothes? Yeah, I can see it now: The cops pulling an APB out on all guys who shop in the tall section of Wal-Mart.”
Dean groaned, which seemed to cause the car to slow down.
“Dude?” the one who, well, the one called Sam asked. “Are you okay?”
“Where am I?” Dean said as he slowly tried to right himself.
“On the way back out of the twilight zone,” the other one, the shorter one said
Dean grabbed his head.
“Dude, you aren’t going to pass out on us, are you?” the shorter one said.
Sam looked at him, concerned. “Dean, stop the car.”
“I’m not…” Dean said before he remembered as the car came to a halt. “Oh, right.”
“Looks like you’re really with us this time, then,” the shorter one who claimed his name was ‘Dean’, said.
“Where are you taking me?” Dean asked tentatively as both men looked at him.
“Well, seeing how you’re awake; anywhere you want to go,” the other ‘Dean’ said.
“We can drop you at the hospital, your place or at a friend’s?” Sam said, he seemed concerned, Jesus, he was waiting for a response. Christ this was…okay, this wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t a dream as there was no music, no stupid picture perfect town, no…
“From what you were saying about her big brother, I’m guessing your girlfriend’s place is out?” The other ‘Dean’ said with a grin plastered on his face. Okay the humiliating truth about his love life was there, so this could possibly be a dream.
Dean sat there as he watched Sam hit ‘Dean’ on the arm. “Dude!”
“Just saying! So, ehmm…Forester? Yeah, Forester. Where can we drop you?”
“Smooth ‘Winchester,’ real smooth,” Sam said to the man in the driver’s seat, who glowered back.
“Great bro, why don’t you give him my social security number while you’re at it?” ‘Dean’ Winchester as it would seem, replied, causing the man who looked exactly like him to knit his brow. Oh boy, it was the same expression that he remembered his Uncle Nate in Chicago telling him to stop using when he was about eight years old. “Knock it off, Dean, looking at someone like they kicked your puppy ain’t going to get you what you want. Might work for you now, but won’t when your older. At least when your sister uses it she can go batting her eyelashes, as plan B. What are you going to do, hold your breath, throw a tantrum?”
‘Dean’ Winchester, as he seemed to be called, sighed, “Okay, I’m an insensitive bastard. I get it. I’ll be nice.”
“Good!” Sam replied as both men turned to look at him.
“Why don’t I just leave now, I’m sure I can get a cab,” he said trying the door handle, which seemed to have decided now was a good time not to work.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Dean Winchester said. “Didn’t want a repeat of trying to scrape your ass off the street.”
“I’m sorry about my brother, we just didn’t want you falling out of the car again,” Sam said.
“He jumped!” Dean Winchester protested to his brother, before turning his attention back to him, “Tell him you jumped.”
“Does that matter?” Sam said. “Where can we drop you off?”
“Come on Sam, just ask him. Just ask if we can drop him off at his place, then you can get your pants back and all three of us put this whole thing behind us? We can hit the road, and Forester here can return to whatever he was doing that got him shot.”
Okay, the pain in his leg had suddenly become more real. “How do I know that it wasn’t you that shot me, or I got shot because of you two?”
Both men looked at each other. Okay, that might not have been the smartest thing to ask.
“Highland.”
“Excuse me?” Sam asked.
He swallowed, before saying quietly, “Drop me near Highland Park. Please.”
“Fine,” ‘Dean’ Winchester said putting turning the engine back on.
“Wait a minute,” Dean said, trying to reposition himself.
“What is it?” Sam asked.
"Might be because of my leg….but just let me get as comfortable as I can in this thing,” he admitted as he settled himself in the middle of the back seat, just as the ignition was turned off.
“Excuse me?” ‘Dean’ Winchester asked seriously.
“Well maybe it’s not your suspension, but your rear shocks. Feels like they could be on the way out, I’m just saying that because from what I can remember from the last time I was in this thing…”
“Okay, I get it,” Dean Winchester said before proceeding to mutter under his breath, as ‘Sam’ was obviously trying to hide the fact he was sniggering.
Chapter 3a
“Good you are awake, you think anything is broken? Don’t have trouble breathing?” asked the man whose voice was the same as the one in the car.
“What happened to me?”
“Well,” the man scratched his head. “You seemed to have got shot and then, I’m sorry dude, I thought you were someone else and when you tried to tell me that you weren’t you sort of…well jumped really out of the car.”
The room he was in started to come into focus, the wallpaper was curling and garish, the carpet looked as if he had seen better days and …this wasn’t a hospital.
Dean started to squirm, his head throbbed and his body hurt but he wasn’t where he was supposed to be.
“Easy Sasquatch, not going to hurt you,” the man said calmingly getting up and taking a few steps back. “Got some clothes for you and we’ll get you back to the hospital as soon as I can. But what’s your name.”
Dean blinked for a second. His response coming out as much as a question as a statement. “Dean?”
“Okay, you heard that in the car. What is your name?”
“Dean.”
“Great, hit your head hard didn’t you.”
Dean slowly shook his head before slowly saying his name again.
The man nodded and slowly replied, “Yes; and your name is?”
“Dean!” Dean yelled. “My name is Dean Forester!”
“Forester? Where the hell did…,” the man said, taken aback, “Your name is Dean Forester. Holy shit! You got to be kidding me?”
Dean swallowed as the man stared at him only to be disturbed by a rap on the door.
“Dude!” another voice said.
“Coming bro,” the man said backing away slowly. “You just stay there, okay. I’ll be back in a minute and we’ll get you some help okay.”
He watched the man leave the room; he could hear voices, the door finally opening a crack to which someone was peering at him, though he couldn’t make out a face. The door closed after a few seconds, “No I’m not making this up? Why the hell would I?”
The door opened again and the man came in. “Okay …Dean. We are going to take this slow can you tell me who shot you?”
“Why do you want to know?” Dean said trying to bluff that he better able to defend himself than he currently was.
The man smiled. “Dude, trust me I’m not going to hurt you. If anything you’re here because I got well…don’t tell anyone but I know I’m a little over protective when it comes to…okay, you don’t have to know that, but I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Let me go then.”
“As soon as you get cleaned up, that’s what’s going to happen, dude. Well, as cleaned up as you can, considering the leg.”
“Is that what this is about?” Dean asked. “About my leg? I don’t know who shot me or shot at the store.”
The man looked at him confused as he waited for an answer.
Dean hesitated for a second. “Was it you? Is this what this is about?”
He looked around him again, the room had only one real exit and he was pretty sure that in his current state that he wouldn’t be able to get to the door before this guy got in his way and considering the guy moved with a cocky assuredness it meant one of two things that he could handle himself or at least knew people who could.
Dean started to scramble, trying to get as far away from the guy as possible, “Jesus, you’re one of Danny’s …oh Christ, I’m going to die in some crap motel all because of some girl. Great, sums up my life doesn’t it.”
The man looked at him confused.
“Look, I didn’t mean that. I do like Veronica but it was just when she first asked me out I kind of said no. Then, well it was only for a few days and she was always heading back to school that was her plan, she is focused on her studies, and I respect that, me and her weren’t serious and…not that I didn’t like her. I promise that I’ll stay away from her when she comes back for break. I’ll find somewhere else to work. ”
“Excuse me?”
“This isn’t about Veronica?”
The man thought for a second, “Ehmm, Veronica?”
Dean tensed, “Pretty, sporty, Danny’s sister, left to go back to school in Texas a couple of days ago?”
“A College girl?” the man said taking a few more moments to think before a light seemed to go off in his head. “Has a thing for your ass?”
Dean swallowed nervously as the man let out a laugh.
“No, Dude, I didn’t shoot you and you being here right now isn’t about a Veronica or a Betty or any girl that I know about,” the man said with a laugh before turning to the first aid kit and handing to Dean as well as some clothes.
“Look , you aren’t going to let me patch you up but from the looks of those hands of yours you look like you know your way around antiseptic and gauze.”
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t look like you push paper round,” the man said noting the welt on the back of Dean’s hand that he got a couple of days before
“Why don’t I help you get to the bathroom, so you can get cleaned up as best you can before we get you a cab and you can go wherever - hell what do you say I give you a ride.” The man said. “Least I can do.”
Dean hesitated, as the man stood there waiting.
The man sighed. “If I don’t help you across the room this, is going to take a lot longer, and I’m guessing that you want to get going as soon as you can.”
Dean nodded before he was helped to the small bathroom.
“You need anything, you shout.”
“Is it safe to come in?” Sam said as his brother opened the door to him.
“No it isn’t,” Dean replied sarcastically. “He’s in the bathroom so get in here now, before he comes out.”
“So any idea who he is yet?”
“I had ten minutes on the computer so the answer to that would be no.”
“Didn’t you Google him?” Dean asked. “Even I can do that.”
Sam glared at his brother, “I’m not a miracle worker. What did you get?”
Dean glanced over his shoulder at the bathroom, “Well unlike you give me ten minutes and I think I’ll be able to get almost anything out of him. Hell, I could probably get him to confess to the kidnapping of the Lindbergh baby.”
“What?”
Dean sighed. “Remember that chick that grabbed your ass the other day?”
“How could I forget?”
“You need to get laid,” Dean stated causing Sam to huff. “Well she wasn’t asking me for a work out and wasn’t really commenting on how you looked in a suit when she decided on having a feel.”
“Seriously, what has that got to do with this?”
“Can we get passed the ‘Whats’ and the ‘Seriouslys’? It breaks my flow, Dude,” Dean said. “Her name was Veronica, wasn’t it?”
“Think so.”
“Well, I wasn’t the Dean she wanted to work out with.
Sam looked in the direction of the bathroom. “Oh?”
“Yeah, thinks I’m a friend of the girl’s brother trying to warn him off.”
“And he thinks that he got shot and is here because of that. What type of family does that girl come from?”
“How the hell do I know?” Dean replied as the bathroom door opened.
Sam looked right into the face of the occupant.
“What the fuck?” Dean Forester exclaimed, grabbing a lamp to defend himself.
“Wait a minute; this isn’t what you think it is. Well, I got no idea what you think this is,” Dean Winchester said, trying to calm the situation down.
“Who the hell are you?” Dean Forester yelled taking a step forward.
“Dude,” Sam said putting up his hands just as Dean Forester got his foot caught in the lamp cable causing him to end up face first in the worn shag pile of the motel carpet that had seen better days.
“Uncoordinated, ain’t he?” Dean Winchester said to his brother.
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“So, what now?”
“With Dean Winchester, isn’t he,” the first hunter said.
“Sam will be there, too.”
“So we finish this,” the first hunter said. “We go all the way.”
“But, we can’t be sure.”
“Yeah, we can’t be sure. We do it quick, which I thought would make you happy; we make sure this is over.”
“None of this makes me happy.”
“So we get this done and we do it quick, so whichever sorry son of bitch is innocent, at least moves on to a better place and don’t suffer too much for it.”
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“Come on big guy, wake up!” someone said, tapping the side of his face.
“Get off me!” Dean retorted, as he weakly pushed the hand away.
“So you’re awake again?”
The room started to come into focus, the man was still there.
“How did I end up down here?”
“You fell over your own feet, big guy.”
“My name is Dean!” Dean said. “Dean Forester, I just work construction I don’t have any money and I’m just…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Got that, big guy.”
“Dean,” Dean said slowly.
The man scratched his nose, “Yeah sure, you’re Dean and that’s fine, but to be honest, it’s going to make things more confusing as it is.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean asked, noting that there was someone standing just out of view. He craned his neck to look around the man to see the person at the other side of the room.
The blood from his face drained as he saw himself give a little wave. He turned back to the grinning man in front of him.
“That’s Sam. Thought you were him.”
Dean let out a little whimper in response.
“Okay, you seem to be dealing, Sam’s my brother.”
“Right - Sammy?”
“Yeah, that is right.”
“Pleased to meet you.” Sam said to him across the room.
The man started again. “Well, I saw you and thought you were him. Just didn’t know why he was in the ER.”
“Okay, he’s here and I’m not him,” Dean said slowly and carefully before tentatively trying to move. “I’ll just be going then, Sam and whoever you are.”
The expression on the face of ‘Sam’ changed to one of concern. “Dean?"
“What?” Dean and the man both said.
“Excuse me?” Dean said.
“Yeah, that is the other confusing thing,” the man said before sticking out a hand. “Hi, my name’s Dean.”
At that point, everything started to go dark again.
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He was in a car again, bumping along the road. His head hurt, and his side felt like it had been attacked by a cheese grater, and his leg. Well, the less said about that, the better. At least this time he seemed to be dressed.
“So you’re wonderful plan is to just to drop him at the ER?”
“Well, the original one was to let him get there on his own, but he doesn’t seem to be able to do that right now, does he.”
“You serious? You kidnap him and your plan now is to push him out the car in the ambulance bay when he is wearing my stuff?”
“Is that what your bellyaching is really about? The fact the guy is in your clothes? Yeah, I can see it now: The cops pulling an APB out on all guys who shop in the tall section of Wal-Mart.”
Dean groaned, which seemed to cause the car to slow down.
“Dude?” the one who, well, the one called Sam asked. “Are you okay?”
“Where am I?” Dean said as he slowly tried to right himself.
“On the way back out of the twilight zone,” the other one, the shorter one said
Dean grabbed his head.
“Dude, you aren’t going to pass out on us, are you?” the shorter one said.
Sam looked at him, concerned. “Dean, stop the car.”
“I’m not…” Dean said before he remembered as the car came to a halt. “Oh, right.”
“Looks like you’re really with us this time, then,” the shorter one who claimed his name was ‘Dean’, said.
“Where are you taking me?” Dean asked tentatively as both men looked at him.
“Well, seeing how you’re awake; anywhere you want to go,” the other ‘Dean’ said.
“We can drop you at the hospital, your place or at a friend’s?” Sam said, he seemed concerned, Jesus, he was waiting for a response. Christ this was…okay, this wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t a dream as there was no music, no stupid picture perfect town, no…
“From what you were saying about her big brother, I’m guessing your girlfriend’s place is out?” The other ‘Dean’ said with a grin plastered on his face. Okay the humiliating truth about his love life was there, so this could possibly be a dream.
Dean sat there as he watched Sam hit ‘Dean’ on the arm. “Dude!”
“Just saying! So, ehmm…Forester? Yeah, Forester. Where can we drop you?”
“Smooth ‘Winchester,’ real smooth,” Sam said to the man in the driver’s seat, who glowered back.
“Great bro, why don’t you give him my social security number while you’re at it?” ‘Dean’ Winchester as it would seem, replied, causing the man who looked exactly like him to knit his brow. Oh boy, it was the same expression that he remembered his Uncle Nate in Chicago telling him to stop using when he was about eight years old. “Knock it off, Dean, looking at someone like they kicked your puppy ain’t going to get you what you want. Might work for you now, but won’t when your older. At least when your sister uses it she can go batting her eyelashes, as plan B. What are you going to do, hold your breath, throw a tantrum?”
‘Dean’ Winchester, as he seemed to be called, sighed, “Okay, I’m an insensitive bastard. I get it. I’ll be nice.”
“Good!” Sam replied as both men turned to look at him.
“Why don’t I just leave now, I’m sure I can get a cab,” he said trying the door handle, which seemed to have decided now was a good time not to work.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Dean Winchester said. “Didn’t want a repeat of trying to scrape your ass off the street.”
“I’m sorry about my brother, we just didn’t want you falling out of the car again,” Sam said.
“He jumped!” Dean Winchester protested to his brother, before turning his attention back to him, “Tell him you jumped.”
“Does that matter?” Sam said. “Where can we drop you off?”
“Come on Sam, just ask him. Just ask if we can drop him off at his place, then you can get your pants back and all three of us put this whole thing behind us? We can hit the road, and Forester here can return to whatever he was doing that got him shot.”
Okay, the pain in his leg had suddenly become more real. “How do I know that it wasn’t you that shot me, or I got shot because of you two?”
Both men looked at each other. Okay, that might not have been the smartest thing to ask.
“Highland.”
“Excuse me?” Sam asked.
He swallowed, before saying quietly, “Drop me near Highland Park. Please.”
“Fine,” ‘Dean’ Winchester said putting turning the engine back on.
“Wait a minute,” Dean said, trying to reposition himself.
“What is it?” Sam asked.
"Might be because of my leg….but just let me get as comfortable as I can in this thing,” he admitted as he settled himself in the middle of the back seat, just as the ignition was turned off.
“Excuse me?” ‘Dean’ Winchester asked seriously.
“Well maybe it’s not your suspension, but your rear shocks. Feels like they could be on the way out, I’m just saying that because from what I can remember from the last time I was in this thing…”
“Okay, I get it,” Dean Winchester said before proceeding to mutter under his breath, as ‘Sam’ was obviously trying to hide the fact he was sniggering.
Chapter 3a