The three men entered the local restaurant next to the
motel and ordered breakfast. Dean
remained quiet, listening to the other two talk. After his third cup of coffee, he turned to
Sam.
“Where do I find the explosives?”
Sam sighed, “You won’t find them, Dean. Besides, it’s historical. You can’t damage it without going to jail…real
jail.”
“They’re protected?”
“Didn’t you read the sign?”
“With everything else surrounding the area, no.”
Sam looked at his brother’s blood shot eyes and the
droop of his shoulders.
His voice softened, “Man, you had a very bad night. Why don’t go get a real sleep? Garth and I will do some research. Some of this is probably normal, but not all
of it.”
Dean nodded, finished his coffee, and started to go pay
the bill. The door opened and in walked
his Amazon. Sam saw his brother stiffen
as the woman made a beeline for him.
Garth started to laugh quietly.
“Hey, Sugar!
Come have some coffee with me,” the woman gushed as she headed towards
him.
Dean almost stammered as he answered the woman, “I
haven’t had much sleep. I’m going to my
room and getting some shuteye.”
“Good! I’ll come
put you to bed,” the woman said suggestively as she leered at the hunter.
Garth interrupted, “He’s gay!”
Sam’s coffee spit out of his mouth across the
table. Dean turned and stared with his
mouth open. The restaurant quieted down
to where a pin could be heard drop in it.
The woman stared at Dean in surprise.
“I shoulda known someone as pretty as you would be,”
she muttered and walked over to a table.
Dean set the payment down at the register and walked out.
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