Salt and Blood 25/25
Chapter 25
Dean dropped Dexter off and by the time he was back at the motel Sam was done packing. In less then a minute they were ready to leave the Blue Starfish Motel. After a quick look around to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything Dean closed the door and left the starfish to glow all by themselves in the lonely dark. This was definitively one of the top five of the ugliest motel rooms ever.
They left the symbols on the floor along with the ash of the burned herbs and burned down candles. The housekeeping would have something to talk about for the next weeks but Dean didn't care.
"Think you can find us a Playboy themed motel next?" He asked and Sam just rolled his eyes. "Or just something with plain white walls, that would be awesome."
Dean intended to cross at least one state border better two before they stopped the next time. Just to be sure. Sooner or later Debra or LaGuerta or some of the others would start to ask questions. Dexter wouldn't tell anything but that could buy them only that much time.
"Think we did the right thing?" Sam asked when the sun just poked over the horizon. He had slept for a few hours while Dean had been driving. In an hour or two they would switch places but for now Dean felt good behind the wheel, the open road ahead, his brother next to him and the powerful purr of his baby vibrating through his body. That was life.
"We'll come back if we have to." Dean answered. For the moment Harry wasn't a threat and if that ever changed they would come back to finish this. Somehow. They'd figure it out when they reached that bridge. Maybe Bobby knew something. Sam would discuss this case with him anyway the next time they swung by but Dean could use the time to work on the car so it wasn't that bad.
They fell in a content silence while Led Zeppelin was blasting out of the speakers. Drumming his fingers on the wheel Dean enjoyed the early hours on the street. They'd need to stop for gas soon but beside that they were free to go wherever they wanted.
"I tell you what." Dean said after an hour or so. "Find us a hunt as far away as possible from any kind of water or boats." He'd never admit it but he breathed easier since they'd left the ocean behind. No fucking boats, anything with water or water creatures in general for him any time soon.
"I was thinking about hiking in the mountains." Sam suggested with a grin.
"You hate me, don't you?" He muttered in fake annoyance.
"Jep." Sam's grin grew wider and Dean couldn't help but grin along.
They stopped at a the next gas station and Dean got out of the car to stretch after sitting for hours.
"Fill her up." He said to Sam over his shoulder while he strolled towards the shop. "And FYI no extra candy for bitchy little brothers."
"You said as far away as possible from the water." Sam protested. "So hiking sounds good to me. Think about it, camping, getting in touch with Mother Nature."
"My fist will get in touch with your face if you don't shut up."
Of course he got Sam the junk food breakfast the gas station had to offer - mainly sandwiches with the possible side of salmonella and greasy snacks - and even a bottle of orange juice to give it the illusion of being healthy.
After they'd finished their breakfast Sam and Dean switched places. Comfortable in the passenger seat Dean slept for a while but the events of the last days didn't let him rest for long.
He fiddled with his phone tempted to call Debra but didn't. He had no idea what he should say, how to explain his sudden disappearance. With a sigh he pocketed the phone and looked out of the window.
"Wanna call Debra?" Sam asked but Dean shook his head.
"Better not." Better to remember the time they had and not to taint it with more lies. He turned the volume up and hummed along.
"Did you read that file LaGuerta gave us?" Sam changed the subject.
"Hmm." Dean hummed with the music.
"What do you think?"
"Dunno." He admitted. He had read it but it hadn't been important for their investigation so he'd skimmed it and basically had forgotten about it.
"If this is valid, and that's a big if, I don't know." Sam chewed his bottom lip. "Maybe Doakes has been innocent."
"What do you mean?" Dean turned the music down a notch so he didn't have to shout over it. "That they actually got the wrong guy?" He shook his head. "Wouldn't surprise me, you know what I think about authority figures of any kind."
"You know that includes Debra, right?"
"She's the exception that proves the rule." He countered without missing a beat. "So, you're saying that the Bay Harbor Butcher could be still out there?"
"Honestly?" Sam shifted in his seat. "I have no idea. You know we have no proof that those people actually have been killed. But we also have nothing to proof that they're still alive."
"Anyway, crazy people are not our problem." Dean pointed out. "We dealt with the supernatural problem and that's it for us."
"Leave it like it is doesn't count as dealt with it." Sam just had to say, didn't he? Dean sighed and turned the music louder again.
"Can't hear you, Sammy." He shouted over the music. "The music is too loud."
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A/N That's all folks. Thanks to everybody who stayed with me on this little journey. I post this early because I want to start a new story on Wednesday. So have a look if you like:
"O Brother, Where Art Thou?"
Summary: "This human was probably my only chance to get out of Purgatory. Better not letting him get killed." Dean and Benny in Purgatory, Benny's POV. Warning: A vampire's mind is a dark place.