30Chapter 1 Dean's Challenge
Middle of Nowhere, North Carolina
Knock, Knock, Knock.
I jumped quietly out from under the musty smelling motel sheets. Instinctively running for the rifle, as all of dad's training kicking in overdrive through the heavy fog of sleep. You never know who, or what for that matter, could be at the door. I took a quick glance at Sammy who was curled up an sleeping peacefully, undisturbed by the sudden knocking. Not even thirteen years old and he's already seen more then the average sixty year old, I thought bitterly to myself as I loaded the long range rifle. Well here goes nothing. I gripped the rifle tightly in my hands and shook Sammy awake. Man, I hope I'm not waking him for nothing. He just went to sleep.
"Get up Sammy!"
"Wha..." Sam moaned as he rolled over on his side covering his head with a pillow.
"Get up now!" I said as I pushed him off the bed. I watched as he landed to the floor with a loud thud. Oops!
Knock, Knock, Knock.
This time the whole door shook allowing the already peeling off paint to rain down in chips.
"What the…" Sam yelled as he tried to untangle himself out of the covers.
I quickly covered is mouth before he could finish. What on earth is going on out there? I thought as I watched the door. I turned back to Sam. "Ssssssshhhhhhh!" I hissed as I raised the rifle.
Sam glared angrily but stopped as the knocking started up again, a look of fear and confusion spread across his face. Shit that's just great, I thought as I helped him to his feet.
"Dad?" He whispered as he stood up next to me glancing at the door.
I shook my head. I wish Sammy. If it were dad though he would have used his key or the secret code. No telling Sam that.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
"Open up! It's the police! We have a warrant!" A husky male voice shouted from outside
the door.
I stared at the door in horror. The police, what the hell? I thought as I quickly regained my cool for Sam. He was frightened, I could tell by the look in his eyes. Damn it dad what did you do?! I swear if it's because of the credit fraud, I'll kill you. I grabbed Sam by the shoulder and gave him a good shake to wake him up.
"Go, grab our stuff and wait in the bathroom, if things get bad, I'll say 'tapioca' and you
go out the window. Understand!?" I yelled at Sam as I stopped shaking him.
Our 'stuff' sadly consisted of one duffel bag of some clothes and necessities. Thanks to dad who took off with the rest. He was always doing things like this when he got in one of his moods.
"Tapioca…?" Sam muttered groggily as he stumbled toward the bathroom.
He sounded terrible.
"Just go!" I yelled… Kids these days, questioning the tapioca…
"What about you?"
Kids these days, always worrying.
"Don't worry I'll be fine. And just remember what dad told us to do. Call Uncle Bobby!"
I said sternly, giving him the two thumbs up.
The knocking at the door was quickly turning to banging. I slowly walked toward the door, hiding the rifle behind my back. You could never be too careful these days demons seemed to show up everywhere. I took one last look at Sam as he high tailed it into the bathroom, closing the door as he went. I sighed, Wish me luck. And with that I opened the door.
"Hello officers, may I be of some assistance?" I asked as charmingly as I could. Why am I being so polite? I will never know.
"Is John Winchester your father?" The cop asked. He was heavyset, with a large walrus
moustache; in fact, he even had red skin like a walrus.
I should be used to this by now, I thought. I know very well of the risk of hunting, but come on. Dad had been out hunting for almost four days, leaving me
behind with a worried and very sick Sam. I hadn't wanted to risk him getting worse so I
stayed behind. And here I was fixing his mess anyway…
"Yes, but he's out buying cough syrup for my younger brother, he's sick." Why did I
mention Sam? I heard him start pretending to throw up. At least I hope he's pretending…
"Can we ask you a few questions?" His partner, who was just as equally as handsome,
asked.
"Sure." I said. These guys were just typical cops. You know going out on patrol, eating
doughnuts. They probably never even heard of a demon. If need be Sam and I could
get away from these two no sweat.
They began pushed their way past me and into the oven of a motel room. When I remembered that I had the rifle behind my back, but too late, the guys were already inside. What on earth was I thinking taking the rifle, and what was I planning to do with it? Man am I getting to be paranoid.
"So why are you looking for my Dad." I asked. What had he gotten himself
into this time? It seemed that whatever he did something stupid Sam and I always ended up paying for it.
"He's wanted for questioning in the disappearance and murder of a banker here in town."
Dad…I was so going to get him when he got back, if he got back. I must have looked
guilty or something cause the next thing I know I'm getting the third degree.
"What's that you're holding behind your back?" The other cop asked. Apparently Walrus
man and his faithful sidekick blubber boy weren't going to be leaving me alone anytime
soon. I thought desperately for a way out searching the room hopelessly as my face turned a bright red.
"Come on, show us your hands, what are holding back there…oh I see, is it Playboy?"
Walrus man asked impatiently.
"What…NO!" I stammered as my face turned redder, But not as red as Walrus man.
"Can I see, is it the new swimsuit issue?" he became even redder, looking more and more
like a walrus each second. He was getting sweaty too, and I could smell him from three
feet away. Not that I could blame him it must be 100 degrees in here seeing how there
was no AC. Yeah thanks dad, thanks a lot.
"NO!" I yelled.
By now Sam had stopped pretending to throw up. Which meant he was probably listening in on this awkward conversation, but that was the lest of my concerns. As I realized that I had no possible idea how to handle this situation. How was dad ever going to trust me if I can't deal with Walrus man and blubber boy. Heh, I would be sure to tell Sam that one. I thought as I chuckled to myself.
Meanwhile, Blubber boy had made it to the bathroom door with me noticing and was now knocking on the door.
"Are you okay in there?" he asked. Sam said nothing.
As Walrus turned his attention to his partner I threw the rifle under the bed. It slide perfectly underneath if you didn't count the loud thud it made.
"What was that?" he said as he turned around. I couldn't help it. In my mind I saw tusks
grow out of his face. A real live walrus was in the motel room.
"Have you ever heard of Lewis Carroll?" I asked straining not to laugh.
"Huh?" Walrus said. By now Blubber boy was losing his patience with Sam.
"Come out of there or I'll break the down the door."
I doubted very much that he could do it. I mean really come on. He was just trying to scare Sammy. But I knew now I had to get Sam out of there with or with out me.
"What are you doing my brother is sick…" I pleaded as I inched closer to the bathroom
door. Walrus man cut me off as he waddled in front of me. Damn!
"Is your father in there with you?" He yelled at Sam. Who by now must have been
freaking out. It was time to cut my loses. As Walrus man and blubber boy began pulling out their guns.
"Do any of you guys want any tapioca?" I asked, making sure Sam could hear me from
the bathroom.
The game was on.
TBC
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