SPN Fic: Points Of Authority 2/?
And here is chapter 2. Apologies for beeing so late with this, have been crazy busy. To those who reviewed, THANK YOU!!! I adored each and every one. *g* Now onto the fic
Title: Points Of Authority- Chapter 2
Author: Fandrea (aka Cinca)
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 1668
Ratings: Gen PG 13 or T
Warnings: Violence and Limp!Sam. Also some bad words.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Neighter the show nor it's characters. Or the title, which is from Linkin Park.
Summary: The brothers are back together. And they are stronger, better together then apart in the face of the apocalypse right? Wrong? Set after 5x04.
Beta: mikiya2200 was the beta again. Huge thanks to her! ^^
A/N: This is for the comment fic meme currently going on at ohsam . This was a respond for authoressnebula 's prompt here. The prompt now has taken a life of it's own and out of my hands... Hope you still like it though. :-)
Dean was pissed. No, scratch that, he was furious. He’d really thought they were heading somewhere. Not where they used to be, maybe they never would be again, but they were back together and on the same side. And now he felt as if they were back to square one. Sam was keeping secrets, again, secrets that could compromise them on a hunt. Granted, he figured Sam didn’t share the same sentimental feelings for their IDs as Dean did, but he did get them for Sam and it was one of the rare parts of the hunt he still enjoyed. He’d thought Sam felt the same or at least appreciated that. But, apparently, he didn’t and it was like a slap in the face to find that out. It felt like Sam had tossed his life away and him along with it. Dean had to get out of there before he did something he would regret. A bar seemed like a good option to blow off some steam and cool down.
He ordered another drink.
„I think you had enough buddy.” The bartender said. But Dean knew he was not nearly drunk enough. „Look, instead of drowning your sorrows how about talking to that girlfriend?”
Dean looked at the guy incredulously. Way to make the customers feel right at home. „It’s not girlfriend, my brother.” He muttered, then stood up. Then suddenly an idea formed in his mind. It was dirty, but he needed answers. And if he couldn’t get them from Sam, he could get them from someone else.
„Actually maybe you can help me.” He said turning back to the bartender. „You know the bartender that was found dead this morning?” He asked.
The bartender looked up. „Yeah, he was at the bar down the street.” He said. „Why do you ask?”
„My brother worked there and he seemed upset about his death.” Dean said. The bartender’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t say anything. Dean read the disapproval, but he didn’t care. That was all the information he needed. He thanked for the answer and left.
He spotted the bar not too far away. It was hard to miss, he noticed they were already looking for a bartender and a choreboy as well. He opened the door and headed inside.
*
Sam headed straight to the bus station. He had no particular destination, he would see where the road would take him. He just wanted away, far, far away from here. He was done this time. Done with hunting, done with beeing a puppet for angels and demons and done with beeing a bad luck charm. He was just plain done. One might even call him suicidal, but he already found out the hard way that that was not an option, not with Lucifer making sure he couldn’t die.
He looked up surprised when a smug voice called out. „Well, look who decided to come back.” Sam knew that voice. It was Tim, the hunter from the bar. And he was pointing a gun at him.
„What do you want now?” He asked. He was tired of this.
„Isn’t it obvious? We promised we will be back.” Tim said,the gun still trained at Sam.
„Well then here I am, so either get it over with the chit chat or bugger off.”
„We can’t do that. After all the trouble, we are not gonna just let you go. You are gonna pay. For everything.” Tim said and nodded at a spot behind Sam. Sam heard movement behind him and spun around. But it was too late to dodge the butt of the rifle coming at him. He saw stars blasting across his vision, then everything went black.
*
Dean entered the bar hesitantly, he nearly decided to turn back and head back to the motel. He didn’t like poking around in his brother’s life and he had his doubts if he would be successful anyhow since he did’t know if Sam had used his real name, or a fake one. Most likely the latter given their FBI fiasco, being legally dead and all that. But curiousity won out. That and he had a feeling there was something still missing. Something his brother didn’t want him to know.
A pretty blond girl came over at him to the table. „What can I get for you?”
„Actually I came to ask some questions.” Dean said.
„About Joe dying? Are you some kind of cop or reporter?” The girl asked looking at him a little suspiciously.
„No, I am not a cop or a reporter. I am asking around for my little brother.” Dean aswered. „Tall guy, has a mop of brown hair and puppy eyes to go along with it. You know him?”
The girls eyes narrowed a little, Dean started to feel uncomfortable under the scrutiny. „And just why do you ask? Did something happen to him?”
„No, I just want to see him.”
„Interesting, you didn’t sound like you wanted to see him a few weeks ago.” She replied dryly, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
„Listen lady, no offense, but this is kind of a family thing and it’s complicated. But I don’t hate my brother if that’s what you are thinking. I just want to be sure he is ok. Even if I can’t see him.” Dean couldn’t blame her for the attitude and she definitely had a point, but he wanted information and he wanted them now.
She sighted and sat down. „Keith was a choreboy. Did things that the waitress or the bartender won’t do. Helped where he could. He prepared stuff for the bar, cleaned up, packed, whatever we needed him to do. But he was very mysterious. Even when asked. He wouldn’t tell anything about his past, yet he did bulls eye in darts and the New York Times crossword puzzle. The only thing I managed to find out about him was that he used to be an addict. Then out of the blue three guys show up and call him Sam. He talks to them and sends them away. Then two of them come back and grab me and haul me back to the bar when I was leaving and they threaten him to drink some weird stuff and beat him up when he wouldn’t. He spit it out though and told them to get lost. He left soon after that. That’s all I know. He no longer works here and I don’t know where he went.” She sounded sincere.
„That’s ok. Thanks anyway.” Dean stood up and left the bar. His head was reeling and filled with questions. Hunters went after Sam? And why didn’t his brother tell him? This was not something to take lightly, especially after Gordon. He went back to the direction of the motel. He needed answers and he needed them now.
*
But their motel room was empty save for his own duffel bag by his bed where he had left it. No Sam in or near the room. Neither were his things. Dean looked around the room in shock. His brother had left. And taken his things. Just like at that picnic table where they separated. Snapping out of his stupor he tried Sam’s cell phone only to hear it ringing from the table. Dean swallowed down the wave of panic that threatened to rise up again. He couldn’t have gotten far, the Impala was still here. He went to the front desk.
The front desk guy looked at him curiously as he approached. „You want to hand your key in too?” He asked.
„No, I am looking for my brother.” Dean said. „Tall, brown hair, puppy eyes, you seen him?” he asked urgently.
„Yeah, he gave his key back and left. Had bags with him too.” The clerk answered.
„Have you seen which way he went?” Dean pressed. So far this was his only hope.
„That way, I think.” The guy indicated with his right hand.
„Do you have a map?” Dean asked.
„Sure.” The guy handed one that looked a little worn around the edges. Dean took it gratefully and thanked the guy for his help. Turned out the town wasn’t that big. Dean found their motel easily and tracked in the direction where the front desk clerk pointed. It was vague but he had no better idea for the moment. Then he saw it and he slapped his forehead. The bus station. Of course Sam would head there if he didn’t want to hitchhike. It wasn’t even that far. He grabbed his coat, his keys and left. He had a brother to find.
*
But Sam wasn’t at the bus station and no one had seen him all day. Dean was getting frustrated. Maybe this was a bust and Sam had taken a ride with someone afterall. Or he didn’t even get here, the niggling voice in the back of his head said. Dean started to head back towards the motel. It had been hours and the trail could be long cold. Dammit, this was his only hope. Tears started to burn his eyes, but he swiped at them angrily and looked up. He thought about praying, just for a fleeting moment. To ask for help. A divine intervention. A sign. Anything that would give him a clue as to where Sam was. But who was he kidding? There was no one to help. Sighing heavily, he started walking again. That’s when he noticed it. Something under one of the streetlights furher on the sidewalk. It looked like a bag. He fastened his steps until he was nearly running to reach it. It was a duffel bag. And an all too familiar leather laptop satchel. No question about it. They were Sam’s. And Sam wouldn’t leave his belongings behind. Especially his laptop. Then he noticed a dark spot by the duffel bag. Dean hazarded a guess it was blood. That could mean only one thing. Sam had been taken.
TBC...
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Title: Points Of Authority- Chapter 2
Author: Fandrea (aka Cinca)
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 1668
Ratings: Gen PG 13 or T
Warnings: Violence and Limp!Sam. Also some bad words.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Neighter the show nor it's characters. Or the title, which is from Linkin Park.
Summary: The brothers are back together. And they are stronger, better together then apart in the face of the apocalypse right? Wrong? Set after 5x04.
Beta: mikiya2200 was the beta again. Huge thanks to her! ^^
A/N: This is for the comment fic meme currently going on at ohsam . This was a respond for authoressnebula 's prompt here. The prompt now has taken a life of it's own and out of my hands... Hope you still like it though. :-)
Dean was pissed. No, scratch that, he was furious. He’d really thought they were heading somewhere. Not where they used to be, maybe they never would be again, but they were back together and on the same side. And now he felt as if they were back to square one. Sam was keeping secrets, again, secrets that could compromise them on a hunt. Granted, he figured Sam didn’t share the same sentimental feelings for their IDs as Dean did, but he did get them for Sam and it was one of the rare parts of the hunt he still enjoyed. He’d thought Sam felt the same or at least appreciated that. But, apparently, he didn’t and it was like a slap in the face to find that out. It felt like Sam had tossed his life away and him along with it. Dean had to get out of there before he did something he would regret. A bar seemed like a good option to blow off some steam and cool down.
He ordered another drink.
„I think you had enough buddy.” The bartender said. But Dean knew he was not nearly drunk enough. „Look, instead of drowning your sorrows how about talking to that girlfriend?”
Dean looked at the guy incredulously. Way to make the customers feel right at home. „It’s not girlfriend, my brother.” He muttered, then stood up. Then suddenly an idea formed in his mind. It was dirty, but he needed answers. And if he couldn’t get them from Sam, he could get them from someone else.
„Actually maybe you can help me.” He said turning back to the bartender. „You know the bartender that was found dead this morning?” He asked.
The bartender looked up. „Yeah, he was at the bar down the street.” He said. „Why do you ask?”
„My brother worked there and he seemed upset about his death.” Dean said. The bartender’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t say anything. Dean read the disapproval, but he didn’t care. That was all the information he needed. He thanked for the answer and left.
He spotted the bar not too far away. It was hard to miss, he noticed they were already looking for a bartender and a choreboy as well. He opened the door and headed inside.
*
Sam headed straight to the bus station. He had no particular destination, he would see where the road would take him. He just wanted away, far, far away from here. He was done this time. Done with hunting, done with beeing a puppet for angels and demons and done with beeing a bad luck charm. He was just plain done. One might even call him suicidal, but he already found out the hard way that that was not an option, not with Lucifer making sure he couldn’t die.
He looked up surprised when a smug voice called out. „Well, look who decided to come back.” Sam knew that voice. It was Tim, the hunter from the bar. And he was pointing a gun at him.
„What do you want now?” He asked. He was tired of this.
„Isn’t it obvious? We promised we will be back.” Tim said,the gun still trained at Sam.
„Well then here I am, so either get it over with the chit chat or bugger off.”
„We can’t do that. After all the trouble, we are not gonna just let you go. You are gonna pay. For everything.” Tim said and nodded at a spot behind Sam. Sam heard movement behind him and spun around. But it was too late to dodge the butt of the rifle coming at him. He saw stars blasting across his vision, then everything went black.
*
Dean entered the bar hesitantly, he nearly decided to turn back and head back to the motel. He didn’t like poking around in his brother’s life and he had his doubts if he would be successful anyhow since he did’t know if Sam had used his real name, or a fake one. Most likely the latter given their FBI fiasco, being legally dead and all that. But curiousity won out. That and he had a feeling there was something still missing. Something his brother didn’t want him to know.
A pretty blond girl came over at him to the table. „What can I get for you?”
„Actually I came to ask some questions.” Dean said.
„About Joe dying? Are you some kind of cop or reporter?” The girl asked looking at him a little suspiciously.
„No, I am not a cop or a reporter. I am asking around for my little brother.” Dean aswered. „Tall guy, has a mop of brown hair and puppy eyes to go along with it. You know him?”
The girls eyes narrowed a little, Dean started to feel uncomfortable under the scrutiny. „And just why do you ask? Did something happen to him?”
„No, I just want to see him.”
„Interesting, you didn’t sound like you wanted to see him a few weeks ago.” She replied dryly, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
„Listen lady, no offense, but this is kind of a family thing and it’s complicated. But I don’t hate my brother if that’s what you are thinking. I just want to be sure he is ok. Even if I can’t see him.” Dean couldn’t blame her for the attitude and she definitely had a point, but he wanted information and he wanted them now.
She sighted and sat down. „Keith was a choreboy. Did things that the waitress or the bartender won’t do. Helped where he could. He prepared stuff for the bar, cleaned up, packed, whatever we needed him to do. But he was very mysterious. Even when asked. He wouldn’t tell anything about his past, yet he did bulls eye in darts and the New York Times crossword puzzle. The only thing I managed to find out about him was that he used to be an addict. Then out of the blue three guys show up and call him Sam. He talks to them and sends them away. Then two of them come back and grab me and haul me back to the bar when I was leaving and they threaten him to drink some weird stuff and beat him up when he wouldn’t. He spit it out though and told them to get lost. He left soon after that. That’s all I know. He no longer works here and I don’t know where he went.” She sounded sincere.
„That’s ok. Thanks anyway.” Dean stood up and left the bar. His head was reeling and filled with questions. Hunters went after Sam? And why didn’t his brother tell him? This was not something to take lightly, especially after Gordon. He went back to the direction of the motel. He needed answers and he needed them now.
*
But their motel room was empty save for his own duffel bag by his bed where he had left it. No Sam in or near the room. Neither were his things. Dean looked around the room in shock. His brother had left. And taken his things. Just like at that picnic table where they separated. Snapping out of his stupor he tried Sam’s cell phone only to hear it ringing from the table. Dean swallowed down the wave of panic that threatened to rise up again. He couldn’t have gotten far, the Impala was still here. He went to the front desk.
The front desk guy looked at him curiously as he approached. „You want to hand your key in too?” He asked.
„No, I am looking for my brother.” Dean said. „Tall, brown hair, puppy eyes, you seen him?” he asked urgently.
„Yeah, he gave his key back and left. Had bags with him too.” The clerk answered.
„Have you seen which way he went?” Dean pressed. So far this was his only hope.
„That way, I think.” The guy indicated with his right hand.
„Do you have a map?” Dean asked.
„Sure.” The guy handed one that looked a little worn around the edges. Dean took it gratefully and thanked the guy for his help. Turned out the town wasn’t that big. Dean found their motel easily and tracked in the direction where the front desk clerk pointed. It was vague but he had no better idea for the moment. Then he saw it and he slapped his forehead. The bus station. Of course Sam would head there if he didn’t want to hitchhike. It wasn’t even that far. He grabbed his coat, his keys and left. He had a brother to find.
*
But Sam wasn’t at the bus station and no one had seen him all day. Dean was getting frustrated. Maybe this was a bust and Sam had taken a ride with someone afterall. Or he didn’t even get here, the niggling voice in the back of his head said. Dean started to head back towards the motel. It had been hours and the trail could be long cold. Dammit, this was his only hope. Tears started to burn his eyes, but he swiped at them angrily and looked up. He thought about praying, just for a fleeting moment. To ask for help. A divine intervention. A sign. Anything that would give him a clue as to where Sam was. But who was he kidding? There was no one to help. Sighing heavily, he started walking again. That’s when he noticed it. Something under one of the streetlights furher on the sidewalk. It looked like a bag. He fastened his steps until he was nearly running to reach it. It was a duffel bag. And an all too familiar leather laptop satchel. No question about it. They were Sam’s. And Sam wouldn’t leave his belongings behind. Especially his laptop. Then he noticed a dark spot by the duffel bag. Dean hazarded a guess it was blood. That could mean only one thing. Sam had been taken.
TBC...
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