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bloodnbadthings) wrote2012-01-28 02:12 am
bloodnbadthings) wrote2012-01-28 02:12 am
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An Unexpected Visit
They'd been at it over a month now with still no sign of Dad. There had been hope once when an old acquaintance of John and Dean's called for help on another case and informed them that he found Sam's phone number by calling John's. Suddenly the phone that had given them nothing but disconnect redirects was now clicking over to voicemail in their father's voice informing people to call Sam if they needed help.
Sam had... not liked that development. Dean could understand why. Sam didn't have anything against helping people, but to have proof that their father was still out there and knew Sam was hunting... presumably knew Sam was looking for him... but, he was still staying out of communication? Dean could understand why that was upsetting. All he could do was keep trying to track the man down and hope when they did, Sam could get his answers.
They were in the middle of nowhere Illinois, Dean still recovering from his first and last airplane flight, when their hunt met with an unexpected snag. Dean walked into their motel room after sitting with Sam through his dinner to find their room occupied. A blond vampire was stretched out on Dean's bed, lounging. Inwardly, Dean started cussing colorfully while he pushed Sam as casually behind him as he could.
"Hello, Eric."
Sam had... not liked that development. Dean could understand why. Sam didn't have anything against helping people, but to have proof that their father was still out there and knew Sam was hunting... presumably knew Sam was looking for him... but, he was still staying out of communication? Dean could understand why that was upsetting. All he could do was keep trying to track the man down and hope when they did, Sam could get his answers.
They were in the middle of nowhere Illinois, Dean still recovering from his first and last airplane flight, when their hunt met with an unexpected snag. Dean walked into their motel room after sitting with Sam through his dinner to find their room occupied. A blond vampire was stretched out on Dean's bed, lounging. Inwardly, Dean started cussing colorfully while he pushed Sam as casually behind him as he could.
"Hello, Eric."
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If Sam wanted a bar, though, he'd find them a bar. He wasn't much in the mood to argue and as long as Sam was eating something, he couldn't complain too much.
He pulled into the parking lot of a place that looked promising. A fair number of cars were already parked outside and he could smell meat cooking inside. Good enough.
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And that was definitely the truth, so even if he had to cope with some side effects he hated, he at least hadn't died by bleeding out, still had the chance to get revenge for Jess and heir mom, find Dad. He went to slip out of the car then because the place looked alright and it smelled like they were cooking something that actually smelled half-decent inside.
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Nothing was going to change that. Even if Sam decided to haul ass after they found Dad and finished their mission, he'd still want to look in on him from time to time. Make sure he was okay. At least for now, being a monster didn't mean he couldn't still be Sam's big brother.
He headed inside and asked for a table for the two of them.
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He followed the other inside and settled at the table, looking around the place curiously. Wasn't that bad, as far as the places he was used to them stopping at went.
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