Sam Winchester

I hate nights

Wed, 12 Jul 2006 01:32:49 GMT

What happens during the day catches up with you when you're lying in bed with nothing to distract you.

And even when I do get to sleep, it's hardly what you would call "Sweet Dreams."

Sam/Dean Conversation

Tue, 11 Jul 2006 17:18:34 GMT

OOC: This is basically right before Dean calls Lois

Sam stepped out of the steaming bathroom, freshly showered, and pulled on a shirt. They were headed to Kansas today, and Sam had yet to inform Dean that they were headed to Smallville for Lois' wedding of all things. However, he was going to inform him before they left. At some point.

Dean heard the shower shut off just as he finished checking his messages. Guess they did have a reason to head to Kansas now...even if Sam didn't know it. He waited patiently for Sam to come out of the bathroom so they could talk.

The younger Winchester ran a towel over his head. "Hey."

"Hey, you clean enough college boy? Or do you need another two hours?" He joked.

Throwing the towel at his older brother as an answer, Sam sat down on the bed. "I wasn't in there long. 'Sides, you're the one with the record showers."

He batted the towel away from his face, and turned to face his brother, "Well Sammy, there's always room for change."

"Whatever." He grabbed his shoes, and started to put them on. ". . .so, did I mention we're driving through Kansas today?"

Dean blinked in surprise, "...Funny thing about that. I was just gonna bring that up."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Has Lois told you about it?"

"Yeah, she left me a voice mail, as a matter of fact."

He nodded. "She's getting married tomorrow. Wanted to bring me in for a surprise for Chloe, apparently." Chuckling a little at the last part, he finished tying his shoes. "You better thank me, by the way. She was going to fly us in."

"Hell no she's not. Not if I can help it at least." Dean said standing up.

"Like I said, you better thank me. I told her that we'd drive in." He grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge that was being paid for by a Mr. Freeman, and took a gulp. "Besides, leaving a car full of weapons at an airport parking lot just wouldn't sit well with the guards, I'm sure."

"Wouldn't sit well with the guards? Dude, it wouldn't sit well with
me" Dean looked on the small table, and took off the bag of M&Ms sitting there.

"That too."

"You do realize that we still have to pack...and we need to get you a better suit if you're going to this wedding dude." Dean said, gesturing to everything that had been thrown around the room.

"We barely even unpacked, and I'm sure we can get something in Smallville. Lois already made arrangements at some hotel, so that's taken care off as well." Sam informed him, rather liking the idea of staying at a real hotel, and not some cheap roadside motel.

"A hotel, huh? Well that'll be nice. Maybe we can mooch and get room service." He smirked.

"Lex is a billionaire." Sam said, thinking about it.

"Yeah, I know. Which is why..." He trailed off thoughtfully.

". . .why what?"

Dean shook his head, "Nothing..."

Tilting his head, Sam said "Nothing always means something, Dean."

He smirked, "Neverr"

"Whatever, Dean." He grabbed his bag, and started throwing his dirty clothes into it.

Dean turned around to do the same, "You think they'll have some kind of laundry mat there? 'Cause dude...we need it."

"The hotel staff can do it." Sam said with a grin.

"Sweet."

Confused

Thu, 06 Jul 2006 19:28:00 GMT

Dean and I are somewhere between Sunnydale (thank God) and the east coast. I honestly don't even know, I haven't been paying attention to road signs.

One thing that has been bothering me though is that this is really the first job we've had where we have left without finishing it. The vampires are still there, and we only killed two. Hell, we barely got out of that jam! Dean is still holding his side when he thinks I'm not looking. Last night, when he thought I was asleep, he just sat there on his bed pushing against his gash, and I swear there was a look of serious pain on his face. (I know you're going to deny it Dean, but don't even try to convince me otherwise)

I was talking to a friend from Stanford last night via email, and he was saying that Jess' family was asking where I've been lately. They wanted me to see if there was anything I wanted that was salvaged from the fire. . . I just can't go back there. Not now. Not till this is finished.

RP between Sam, Dean, and Chloe

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 20:28:16 GMT

Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound filled Sam's ears, keeping him from slipping into a deep sleep. He sank further into the seat, trying to escape the noise. "Uuuuuh" He moaned.

Dean looked over at the sound of Sam's voice, still drumming his fingers to the beat of the music. He knew Sam wasn't all that asleep, but wondered if he should ask what was wrong. Finally, he sighed and glanced over again, "You okay there Sammy?"

Sam jumped a little. "Huh?" He said, his voice dripping with exhaustion. Shaking his head a little to clear it, he said "Just a headache." Sure, just a headache. The music wasn't helping any, and trying to sleep in a car seat when you're over six feet doesn't help when you think you're getting a migraine.

A look of concern crossed Dean's face, knowing how bad his brother's headaches tended to get, he turned down the music and glanced back over. "You wanna take anything for it?" Dean hoped his brother would accept the drugs this time instead of letting it build on. Knowing Sam though, he knew it wasn't possible, but he had to try. Then a thought came to him, "Are you sure this is only a headache Sam, or something more?"

Sighing, Sam nodded. "Those. . . 'visions' are more intense." He yawned, and rolled his neck. Drugs did sound good right about now, actually. Even if he didn't like taking them. "Do we even have anything for headaches?" He was lying a bit about what Dean had dubbed the Shining. In all possibility, one could be coming on. But, they really were normally more intense, and a hell of a lot more sudden.

Dean slowed the car down and pulled it over. He was pretty sure even his brother didn't know whether it was a vision or not, but decided not to press the matter. "I'm pretty sure we do, let me go look around in the trunk for something."

He climbed out of the car and proceeded to pop the trunk to look around. Grabbing the first aid kit, he began rummaging around until he found what he was looking for. Going back around, he handed the bottle to Sam, "Prescription strength...and when I say that, I mean it. Snagged those at the last hospital we were at."

Sam snorted. He wasn't surprised in the least. Leaning back, he grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler they kept in the back seat. "Thanks." He took two pills, then rubbed his eyes a little. God, he hated headaches. Deciding to change the subject, he asked "So, where are we headed anyway?"

Dean scrunched his forhead up in thought. "Sunnydale, California...or what's left of it anyway." He laughed inwardly at himself for the comment, before going on. "Supposedly, there was a massive battle, pretty bad from the looks of things, made the whole town cave in. Some of the reports I pulled up said something about Vampires in the area," Dean let the last sentence hang, giving Sam time to mull over it.

The younger Winchester stared at Dean. ". . .vampires?" That was insane! They'd never once come across proof that vampires really existed, and now there was a whole town just gone because of them?

The older Winchester nodded, "That's what I said, I know it's crazy." Dean started the car and pulled back onto the road, "Get this, they had 'slayers' to take care of the vampires too."

This was just getting weirder and weirder. "Vampire slayers? What is this, a Steven King novel?" He sat back in his seat. Could vampires really be out there? All the other things everyone thought didn't exist were, why not vampires?

Dean smirked, "I bet you'd like that wouldn't you Sammy, you'd just fit perfectly in with it." He knew he'd get a rise out of Sam saying it, which is probably why he'd done it. Though in their twisted reality, they really coould be in a Stephen King novel. Weirder things had happened...

Something else had Sam's attention. He was looking out the windshield. There was a blonde bending over the trunk of her red VW Beetle. "I thought you said this place was deserted?"

Dean looked over, "...It was" He looked at the blonde, she was pretty cute...He decided to pull over next to her car. Getting out, he cleared his throat, "Need any help, miss?"

She turned, looking a little startled at the sound of someone else's voice. She squinted against the sun and looked at warily at the guy who was only a few feet away from her. There was another guy in the car.

Sam rolled his eyes. Dean was desperate for female attention it seemed. "Just scare her, why don't you?" He muttered, getting out himself. He smiled at the girl. "We weren't expecting to see anyone out here." He stuck his hand out. "I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean."

Chloe hesitated a moment before shaking his hand, still appearing wary, though there was something about Sam that instantly clicked for her. "Chloe."

Sam stuck his hands in his jeans, and leaned against the Impala. "So, what are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?"

Dean nodded with his brother, "Especially by yourself, you road tripping or something?"

On guard, but not feeling particularly in danger, Chloe nodded a little. "Yeah, something like that. What are you guys doing out here?"
Dean shrugged and put on a smile, "Pretty much the same thing, we wanted to check out what happened around here, we'd read a lot about it, figured we'd check it out."

Chloe studied him for a moment. There was something oddly familiar about him but she couldn't quite figure out what it was. "Are you reporters?"

Sam tilted his head. "Not exactly. More like. . . investigators." It wasn't a total lie. He just left out the part of what they were investigating, and what they did after that part.

She met Sam's eyes, gazing at him intently for a moment. "What exactly do you investigate?" she asked, right to the point.

Sam shrugged. He didn't feel like giving cover stories at the moment, not when his head felt like it was going to explode within the near future. "Things out of the ordinary. Stuff that isn't easily explained. Because, I certainly don't think that this--" He gestured to what used to be Sunnydale. "--was caused by an earthquake

"Well, then we're all in agreement with that," Chloe replied, glancing at the pit. She wasn't at all phased by his claim of investigating things out of the ordinary.

Dean shot Sam a glare as he told Chloe what they actually did, and stomped on his foot. "So, I take it you're investigating what's happened here to?"

She smirked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "Nah, I just thought visiting a big pit in the road would be a fun vacation," she said wryly.

Sam chuckled a little. He was starting to like Chloe. "Well, it's the funnest place on Earth, right?" He joked, using that as a distraction to rub the side of his head. Damn migraines.

"Huh. And I always thought that was supposed to be Disney World." Chloe smiled.

Dean rolled his eyes at the obvious flirting going on between his brother and Chloe. Truth be told, he never thought Sam would be as out going as he actually was. A snap from behind brought him back to attention. He turned around and saw a shadow advancing on them. "I uh, hate to break you two love birds up, but I'd like to inform you that something's coming our way..."

Chloe turned to see a very ugly creature climbing out of the pit, snarling.

Sam whirled around at the sound of growling. Okay, not a good move, he thought as his vision spun a little. "That doesn't look good. . ." He pointed at Chloe's car. "How about we just drive down a bit? We'd get away faster."

"Not a problem." Chloe quickly climbed into her car, jammed the keys in the ignition and threw it into gear as the thing made its way out of the pit. Stepping on the gas, she sped forward and sent it flying through the air back down into the hole that was once Sunnydale.

Dean ran around to the driver's side of the car and quickly jumped inside, then turned on the car, "Sammy! Get your ass in here! We gotta move!"

Sam waved his hand at Dean. "I'm goin', I'm goin'." He muttered, getting into the car. He sighed when he sat down. It felt good to sit down. His head was getting even worse it seemed.

Dean looked worridly at his brother, he seemed paler than he was five minutes ago. Having that as fuel, he stomped on the gas and began driving as fast as he could away from that place. "We're gonna have to head to a motel, I saw one a few miles back, hopefully that Chloe chick will have enough brains to follow us there. And, are you sure you're okay Sam? You look like you're gonna hurl."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." He said, though he knew he didn't look or sound that way. He squinted a bit, the light bothering him.

Dean shook his head as he neared the motel, "Whatever dude."

His head started to get even worse, if that was even possible. "Sh*t" He mumbled, realizing what was coming.

Hearing Sam's mumble Dean looked over to see his little brother doubled over, "Damn it Sam! Hold on, we're almost there."

He barely heard his brother. He clutched his head, trying to control his breathing as his vision blinked in and out. Flashes of a run down cabin appeared when he should have been seeing the floor of the Impala.

Another wave of pain came with another view. He saw Chloe in one of the rooms, something was behind her but he couldn't tell what.

Dean appeared to be trying to warn her, and then he saw himself on the floor knocked out.

Dean cursed again as he saw what was happening to his brother. It could only mean a vision was happening and he was useless to stop it. So instead, he opted for pushing the Impala further in its speed to the motel.

Sam saw something attack Chloe, and then it was over.

He slumped back in his seat, breathless. Those damn visions always took a lot out of him. But, what the hell had that been about anyway?

Dean grabbed his brother's shoulder as he seemed to snap out of it, "What'd you see Sam?"

He was too tired to push his arm away. Rubbing his eyes, he sighed. "Uhh. . . There was this shack. . ." He paused a moment. "The three of us were there. . ."

Dean pushed on, "What else Sam?"

He closed his eyes, trying to replay the vision. "Something. . . was behind Chloe. You tried to warn her, but it attacked her. . . And, I was on the floor, unconscious. . ." He gulped. What was that about anyway? He thought. "That was pretty much it." He said, as the motel came into sight.

Dean nodded, "Okay." He turned into the motel parking lot and came to a stop in the middle. "Are you sure you don't know where we were at all, details or anything?"

Sam shook his head. "If I see the shack, I'll recognize it. But, other than that, nothing."

Adrenaline pumping through her veins, Chloe followed them in her bug, easily keeping up, though part of her wanted to go back and try to get a picture of the thing that had crawled from the pit.

She pulled into the hotel parking lot and stopped beside their Impala, her first instinct to call Clark. No, she reminded herself. Whatever was going on, she was going to deal with it without Clark Kent's help for once.

Dean got out of the Impala as he saw the Bug come to a stop beside them. Going around to the other side, he began to help Sam out of the car.

Chloe climbed out of the driver's seat, her eyebrows furrowed as she watched Dean help Sam from the car. The latter looked miserable and she couldn't help but feel worried though she didn't know either of them.

Sam pushed Dean away. "I'm fine. Honest." Okay, maybe he wasn't. But, his head wasn't killing him anymore. He saw Chloe headed over, and made the extra effort to push Dean off of him.

Dean let his arms fall from his brother, "Whatever dude." He fell back behind Sam and watched him make his way over to Chloe.

"Hey, are you okay?" Chloe frowned, looking at Sam.

Sam nodded, and smiled weakly. "Yeah, just a headache is all. Long car trips can do that to you." He tried to shrug the subject off. But, Chloe had to be wondering why all of a sudden Dean had zoomed right past her on the road.

"Well, why don't we get you inside? You should probably lie down." Chloe motioned toward the motel.

Sam shook his head. "I'm fine, really." Yes, he'd love to lie down. But, he thought maybe Chloe knew something that could help them.

Chloe folded her arms across her chest and gave him a her patented 'yeah right' look that she was so accustomed to using with Clark. "Which is why you look like you're about to throw up or pass out or possibly both."

He gave her a boyish look. "I just need something to drink, and stay out of the car."

Dean looked between the two of them, "Sam, you're laying down, I don't care what you say, you're laying down. I'm gonna go get us a couple of rooms." He started walking away, shaking his head at how his brother was acting. In a way it was really comical.

"Thank you, Dad." He said to Dean.

Dean waved his hand as he neared the entrance, "Yeah, yeah."

Chloe rolled her eyes, and leaned against her car, glancing around uneasily. Her gaze settled on Sam once more. "So where are you from?"

He paused for a moment. Where to tell her? "Kansas. You?"

"That's ironic. Me too. Whereabout?" she asked curiously.

Very ironic, he thought. “Lawrence.”

"I'm originally from Metropolis," she told him.

"Metropolis, eh?" Dean said, coming up behind Chloe, "That's not too far from where we lived..."

"Well, I haven;t lived there for a few years now, but I was born there."

Dean scratched his chin thoughtfully, "Well, where'd you go to after that, then?"

"A little town called Smallville about three hours south of it." She folded her arms across her chest.

Sam nodded. "Meteor capitol of the world, right?"

Dean blinked, "...How the hell did you know that?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Glad to know you care so much about your own state."

Dean shrugged, "I know plenty about our state, but, I'm not college boy who thinks he's so smart..."

Chloe smiled a bit at the banter between the brothers and suddenly she realized how much she missed Lois. Drawing in a breath, she stood up straight. "Well, it was nice to meet you both, but I should be going."

Dean stepped forward and smiled, "Leaving so soon? Come on." He held up a key, "I even got you your own motel room, how do you say no to that?"

She looked at him skeptically. "Pretty easily. I don't know you at all."

Dean laughed and shook his head, "Come on, we encountered a vampire together. You have to know us some after that."

Sam rolled his eyes. His brother was such a charmer.

Chloe smirked, unimpressed.

Sam sighed. "What my brother is trying to say is that we could use the company and help in this case." He smiled.

Her gaze drifted back to Sam and her eyes softened a bit. "And what makes you think I can help you?"

"Well, you've already been out here, you ran over a really ugly looking vampire-thing, and you're a reporter, so you have to know something." He said, still grinning.

A small smile tugged at her lips. Sam had a hint of the same farmboy charm she found so fascinating in Clark. "All right. I'll stay...mainly because I'm curious."

Sam took the bait. "Of what?"

"For the truth. I wanna know what happened to Sunnydale."

He nodded. "And, we want to know what that thing was, and if there is any more out there." He was being vague, but he shocked himself that he was being that open with her.

Dean was going to kill him when they got to their room.

Dean rolled his eyes, "So...if you two are done, why don't we head to our rooms, the friendly manager keeps eyeing me and it's starting to creep me out."

Shrugging, Chloe reached into her car and grabbed her bag that held her laptop, figuring the rest of her things would be safe in the trunk of her car.

Sam too went to get his bag, and threw Dean's over to him. Making sure that Chloe wasn't looking, he lifted the false bottom of the trunk, and grabbed a pistol with rock salt, and another with actual bullets, hiding them in his bag.

Dean watched Sam put the gun into his bag, then began to walk to the motel room door, "You're so dead when we get inside, kiddo."

"Already knew it." He called over his shoulder, slamming the trunk closed.

As the door shut behind the brothers, Dean set his stuff down on the bed closest to the door and looked back at his brother, "Dude, what the hell was that all about?"

Sam feigned innocence. "What was what?"

Dean rolled his eyes and motioned to the door, "With you and that Chloe chick. Why didn't you just go ahead with 'Hi, I'm Sam Winchester, we hunt ghosts and anything that goes bump in the night, oh yeah, we also carry illegal firearms in my brother's car, but don't tell anyone okay?' God Sammy, just tell her our life story would ya?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "I said we investigated weird stuff, I didn't say we hunted it. And, she didn't see the damn guns!" He ran a hand through his hair, still exhausted from his vision before. "I know what I'm doing, all right?

Dean scoffed, "Uh huh, sure you do little brother, I believe you all the way." He smirked, turning to his bag, he began rummaging through it for a clean pair of boxers.

Sam just shook his head. "She seems to know something about what's going on here, I thought maybe you'd like to have her on our side too."

Dean shrugged, still going through his bag, "Yeah, well, you coulda been more subtle about what we do."

Sam sighed. "Like what? Say we’re vampire slayers?"

Dean put his head down and stopped going through is bag, "God, Sam, you coulda just thought of something else."

"You could have come up with a story yourself! My head felt like it was going to explode, it's not like I had the patience to think up anything else." He retorted.

"Well, I would've if you'd have kept your big yap shut."

Sam shook his head. "I was quiet for a minute, I know you could have jumped in. But, whatever, it's useless fighting over it, all right? And, for the millionth time, I didn't tell her what we really do!"

Dean sighed, "Whatever dude, I'm to tired to argue about it." He grabbed his boxers and headed for the bathroom, "I'm taking a shower, then getting in bed. I think you should do the same, you look like hell Sammy."

---

Just then there was a knock on the door that adjoined their room with the one next door.

Sam sighed, having wanted to go to bed himself. He got up, and unchained the door. "Who is it?"

"It's Chloe."

In the background, the shower began, and a very loud rendition of Metallica's Enter Sandman could be heard.

Sam tried to ignore Dean's singing. "Hey"

Chloe probably would've been a bit more nervous if one of the brother's hadn't been singing very off key in the shower. She looked at Sam with determination. "I think we need to talk."

Sam tilted his head. "About what?" Crap, what was it now?

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, for starters...you could tell me why your car is registered to a deceased 86 year old woman."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"

"Obviously the plates are fake. So what's going on? Are you two in some kind of trouble?"

The song in the background changed to a Blue Oyster Cult song, that seemed to be even more loud and off key.

The younger Winchester resisted the urge to use a certain expletive out loud. Instead he froze in the moment, and tried to crack a smile.

Chloe waited patiently, gazing at him intently, not about to go away.

Sam sighed. This was going to take some time. "Do you want to come inside?"

Chloe didn't hesitate, simply stepped into the room and moved to stand by the window, her bag hanging on her shoulder.

Sam closed the door behind her, and latched it out of habit. Turning towards her, he ran a hand over his face. "Look, uhh, could we possibly wait on this until after Dean is out of the shower?" To tell her that things such as werewolves, poltergeists, and wendigos were real was one thing. Doing it while Dean was singing his heart out was another.

Chloe's heart skipped a beat as she watched him latch the door.

The bathroom went quiet for a moment, as Dean contemplated what to sing next. The next moment, he was blasting out Led Zeppelin's Black Dog as loud as he could.

Feeling uneasy, she inconspicuously slid her hand into her bag, gripping onto the taser gun just in case. The past four years in Smallville had taught her that just because someone had a pretty face and appeared to be sincere didn't mean that it was true.

Sam sat down on one of the beds. "This is going to take a bit of explaining. . ." He started, not quite sure what to say.

Watching him carefully, she decided to go with her gut instinct. "Let me guess. You're a couple of rogues chasing down creepy things that no one else knows exists."

Sam just stared at her. "What are you, psychic?" It wouldn't be the first one he met, but he hadn't met a lot of them to think they were everywhere.

The shower shut off, finding Dean drying himself off, and slipping on his boxers. He opened the door and stepped out to see Chloe and Sam.

A short laugh excaped her, and she didn't notice the bathroom door open. "Hardly."

Dean flushed as he realized Chloe was there and quickly shut the bathroom door again. "Sam!" He yelled

Sam gave her a boyish look, and answered Dean. "Uh, did I fail to mention we had company? I'm sure she loved your concert, by the way."

Dean leaned against the inside of the door, banging his head on it. "Yeah, thanks a lot for the warning little brother!"

Sam rolled his eyes. "You wouldn't have heard me anyway. Now, hurry up and get dressed, we gotta talk about something."

Dean rolled his eyes, "I only brought one thing in here with me Sam, you know that, idiot!"

He sighed, and went over to Dean's bag, pulling out what he hope were a clean pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Banging on the door, he called "You have to actually open the door you know."

Dean inched the door open. Glaring at Sam, he snatched the clothes away and quickly shut the door.

Sam chuckled and shook his head at his brother's reaction, then turned back over to Chloe, "Sorry about that..."

She smiled a bit. "Nothing to worry about," she said
casually.

Sam smiled back and sat down, "So, uh, about what we do.."

A loud bang from inside the bathroom had Sam's attention, and he watched as Dean walked out, fully clothed, and hair still dripping from his shower. "Sam...what are you doing?"

"Explaining to me why your car's registered to a dead woman," Chloe informed him, folding her arms across her chest once more.

Dean raised his eyebrow, "Really now, what has he told you, sweetheart?"

Annoyed at the hint of arrogance in his voice and in his eyes, she held his gaze. "First of all my name's Chloe, not sweetheart," she said coolly. "Secondly, I've already figured it out. He didn't have to tell me anything."

Dean leaned against the door, "Okay then, Chloe, what exactly have you figured out about us?"

"That you go around hunting things that not a lot of people know exist. Like vampires, for instance. My guess is you've gotten in trouble with the law somewhere along the way so you're using false plates wherever you go so you don't get caught." She smirked a bit. "How am I doing so far?"

Dean looked taken aback as Chloe spouted off what she'd put together. "..And has Sammy here helped at all with you putting all that together?"

"He didn't have to."

Dean folded his arms "..Sure..."

"I ran your license plates through the Kansas DMV's database," she informed him.

"Did you now? Well, you must think you're pretty smart."

Chloe couldn't help but smile a little. "I didn't get to be valedictorian of my graduating class and editor of my school newspaper waiting for someone else to put the pieces together for me."

Dean put his hands up, "Oh ho, lookie here, we really do got us a smart one"

Sam smirked and shook his head at the bantering going back and forth between his brother and Chloe.

She rolled her eyes and looked at Sam. "Is he always this much of a pain in the ass?"

Sam nodded, "You don't even know the half of it."

Dean glared over at him, and pointed, "You just keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you, Sammy."

Standing up, Sam walked over to Dean, "It's Sam, and why don't you make me?"

Chloe sighed, wondering if she was going to have to break up a bout of sibling rivalry. She walked over to them, her hand still in her bag, though she felt pretty confident she was safe. "All right, chill out, both of you." Her voice was firm and she looked back and forth between them. "And just for the record? I'm not going to turn you into the cops so you can relax."

Both brothers looked back over at Chloe, surprised at her willingness to get between them.

"What?"

Dean smirked and sat down at the table, "Nothin' at all sweetheart."

She gave him a sour look, annoyed. "Call me that one more time and I just might change my mind."

Dean opened his mouth to say it again when Sam stepped between them. Looking at Chloe he asked, "So if you're not going to turn us in...Why are you here?"

She looked at him. "You did say you could use my help. And apparently we're both here for the same reason--to figure out what really
went down in Sunnydale."

Sam cut in, tired of the bickering. "We heard there was weird stuff going on. I already told you that's what we do." He really wished they would stop soon. All he wanted to do was get in bed.

Chloe folded her arms across her chest, shifting her gaze to meet Sam's and seeing the tiredness in his eyes. "All right. You should probably get some sleep. I need to call someone anyway." She headed for the door.
Dean blocked her. "Woah woah woah, how do we really know that you aren't going to turn us in?" He held up his hands in front of her, a suspiscious look on his face

Her eyes narrowed. "You don't. But what are you gonna do? Tie me up and force me to stay here and listen to your singing?"

Sam laughed, unable to hide it. He stopped after a glare from his older brother, but still grinned. He liked this girl, even if she was a snoop.

Dean turned back to Chloe. "So, you're a kinky one, is that it?"

She yanked the taser from her bag and flicked it on, smirking as she watched his eyes widen in shock. "Let's just say I'm not your average girl."

Sam dashed forward. "Chloe, you really don't need that." He said, slightly panicked. "Look, we'll explain more later, but it is getting late. We promise not to run off if you swear you won't turn us in. There's more to this than you realize."

"I'm not gonna use it on you," she said, rolling her eyes. "I was proving a point." Off their looks, she shook her head a bit and headed for the door. "You really think I'm gonna go hunting for vampires and demons without weapons? I may be blonde, but I'm not dumb."

Dean smirked at the comment, "Well I wasn't gonna say anything about that but..."

Sam hit Dean on the back of the head.

Chloe smirked and waved a bit as she headed out the door.

Sam closed the door behind her, and once again latched it. "Crap, she's good."

Dean shook his head and smacked the youngest Winchester on the back of the head, "Dude! What's the matter with you tonight?"

Sam glared at Dean. "I get a vision, then I'm bombarded by a reporter who basically just told us our own story is what." He pushed Dean away, and practically fell on one of the beds. "And, what is with you?"

Dean stumbled back at the impact of his brother's hands, "Nothing! But it's like I'm the only one being cautious tonight! Look at you, flirting with her and just ready to give up all our family secrets if she asked."

Sam rolled his eyes, and put a pillow over his head. His muffled voice still could still be heard as he said "You haven't read anything about Smallville, have you?"

Dean shrugged and sat down on the opposite bed, "Why, god help me, would I need to know anything about that town?"

"Because, if you knew anything about that town, you'd know that weird stuff happens there. Not supernatural weird, but still weird stuff." He removed the pillow. "That meteor shower? Well, apparently some people think the meteors can cause weird things to happen."

Dean cocked his eyebrow, now that was something interesting, even if it wasn't their territory, "Okay, so weird things happen there, I'm still not following why you bothered to investigate it when you know it's not our kind of thing."

"I was doing stuff for school, all right?" He got up and turned off the light, his headache still very active, even if it wasn't cracking his head open. "There are people from Smallville that can run faster than people can see, and others who can pick up cars like they are feathers."

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother through the darkness, as he dug through his back for less strong medication for Sam. He located it and sent it hurtling next to where Sam lay. "So you did it for collage, what a graduate paper or something? 'Cause Sammy, I'm thinkin' college had to have been mighty boring for you to do something like that."

Sam dodged the flying bottle, and picked it up from where it landed. "First off, it's Sam. Second, it was back in high school." He tossed his pillow at Dean as thanks for the drugs.

Dean snorted, "I take it back then...what the hell was wrong with the teacher that assigned you that?"

"His excuse was to learn more about our state. I think he was just trying to find an easy thing to keep us out of his hair." He said, taking two pills.

"I can see that, man, how teachers have fallen." Dean got up and walked to the bathroom, taking his bag with him, "You know Sammy, if you don't get any sleep tonight, so help me, I will kick your ass back into last Tuesday."

Sam rolled his eyes, but he knew he was going to pass out any minute anyway. For once he was actually going to listen to Dean.

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Hi guys, my name's Samantha. I'm new around here, but I'd really like some guys to show me around. I love flirting with anyone I come in contact with 'cause I think everyone's just sooo hot! So y'all should be my friend.

Oh yeah, and Dean Winchester is the GOD of everything, he totally rocks my world, he's soo hot!

Dean! I'm gonna kill you! First off, a pciture of Michael Jackson with breasts? (Because it is NOT going to stay up here: )That's mature, Dean. So mature.

And, why the hell is my LJ pink?!

For the record to anyone who reads this: I am Sam, the late Dean Winchester's brother.

I don't even want to know what this is: