210: Hunted
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Sam raised the light saber, holding it in both his hands at waist height. He smirked at his brother, “Am I supposed to go Dark side or something?” Sam rubbed the toe of his left, worn-out sneaker into the carpet. He prepared his small frame for the upcoming attack.
“You just wait, you’ll start see things my way,” Dean smirked back and raised his light saber above his head. He charged Sam wailing a semi-frightening battle cry. The plastic toys met with the boys making clanging and crashing noises. Their fight took over the motel room. Sam in an attempt to get away from his older brother was standing on the back of the couch with the light saber pointing straight similar to the Sword in the Stone. He wobbled and brought his arms straight out from his side to help himself balance.
Dean stood on the couch cushions, “Give in to the power of the Dark side.” The swords met in an epic clash, causing Sam to fall backwards off the couch. Dean clumsily jumped over the couch, and stood glaring down at Sam. “We can do this easy or the hard way, you decide.”
“What the Hell are you boys doing?” John stood in the doorway of the destroyed motel room. The two boys jumped in surprised. The two kitchen chairs where knocked over, and a box of cheerios was lying on its side on the table with the contents pouring onto the floor. The living/bed area had a knocked over lamp, discarded clothes from their bags spread throughout the room. “Well?” He stared at Dean standing over Sam.
“Training of course,” Dean quickly responded. He gave Sam his hand, “I was, er, trying, to, er, you know….Prepare him.” Dean pulled Sam to his feet.
“Yeah. Training, Dad. What else would this be?” Sam tried to give him his winning smile, but John saw through it. The boys were messing around.
“Pick-it up. We’re leaving now,” John turned and left. He needed to make sure everything was packed securely in the car. He was slightly amused. He had no idea what the boys were doing, but he was glad that they were getting along. Sam and Dean had been fighting so much these days; John was beginning to think they’d kill each other while he was away. After checking his ammo supply and making sure everything was secure, he returned to the motel room.
The boys had finished cleaning up the room. The food was in a milk crate by the door, the cooler for the cold supplies sat on the kitchen floor waiting to be filled with ice, and the boys were throwing the remaining clothes in the bag.
“Is that everything?” John nodded at the crate and cooler.
“Yeah, just needs ice. We’re almost done here.” Dean packed reached into the dresser drawer and pulled out a stack of underwear.
“Good. I’ll get ice when I get back, I want you boys packed and in the car. Got it?” John hated being so stern, but the boys have to be strong. They have to be ready for what’s coming. John knew Dean was strong, but Sam was a different story. He always had his nose in a book. He was scrawny but fast. If Sam only put half the attention he put into those books into training, he would be unstoppable. But the kid won’t. He sighed and put the cooler down next to the ice machine. He began filling up the room’s ice bucket. He dumped it into the cooler as it filled. This is taking too long. But, we don’t have the money to re-buy all this food though. He stared at the milk, yogurt, hamburger, and the rest of the cold food.
Ten minutes later, John put the Impala in reverse and pulled away from the Red Fox Motel.
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Sam watched Dean walk into the convenience store to pay for gas and buy lunch. Today’s menu: microwave bean burrito, Doritos, and Pepsi. The lunch of champions. I remember when I used to eat a well-balanced meal. I use to actually eat vegetables.
Hanging out again with Dean had been rough. Rougher still was the death of his girlfriend. He needed to find the demon and dad would lead him to it. Despite Dean being annoying, gassy, and loud; Sam appreciated Dean helping him. He just wished Dad would come out of hiding. They’d left multiple messages daily. And still no answer. Sam slapped the car dash in frustration.
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John didn’t notice any of this. He didn’t even notice the comings and goings of the busy rest stop. Had he been paying attention, John would have noticed Meg climbing into a truck driver’s passenger seat. He was lost in his own thoughts. He was frustrated that he couldn’t track down the yellow-eyed demon. He was concerned for Sam. John had heard of Sam’s loss. His son’s pain strengthened his determination to catch the demon. John wanted him to pay not only for what it had done to him, but now, what he had done to Sam.
John’s phone rang and vibrated on the dash. He reached for it, it was Dean. John silenced it as he had multiple times before. He knew what he had to do. He put the car into drive and headed to Missouri. He would get some guidance there.
The end
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