(Book 5 Arrow/Spn xover) Family Is Who You'll Kill For

Gathering Storms

Once they got back to Verdant, Thea headed behind the bar and disappeared into another room. The brothers went back downstairs.

"One of you two should keep an eye on her," Sam stated.

"I will," Felicity offered as she stood up, "Dig can monitor Malcolm, make sure he doesn't do anything we aren't expecting."

They had several hours to wait and Sam wasn't all that keen on sitting around in the club, both he and Dean were still wiped out from the drive and they needed some food. "Dig, mind if we use your car again? We could use some food and sleep before things kick off tonight."

"Sure Sam, here." Dig tossed them another ring of keys, "House key is the silver one with the blue band on it. You remember how to get back?" He'd given them the car key when they followed Thea to her house.

"Yup," Dean answered, "We'll be back around six or so. Thanks man."

"No problem. See ya guys then."

"Sure," Sam replied. He kept the keys and drove to the first decent looking restaurant they spotted.

"I hate all night drives," Dean said, "I never know if I should eat breakfast, lunch or dinner when we finally stop to get food."

"Yeah, my system hasn't been all too happy about this trip either. Maybe we could try hypnotizing you so you can get over your fear of flying."

"Nope, the last thing I want it to do is give you a chance at making me quack like a duck on command or some other stupid ass thing."

"Really Dean?" Sam replied, slightly hurt, "I'd come up with something much more embarrasing than that. Give me some credit."

"Get inside," Dean grumbled as he held the door to the restaurant open.

Sam chuckled and walked into the foyer, smiled at the hostess and held up two fingers. She fished out two menus and led them to a back corner booth. They settled in, he glanced at the menu for a moment then he had to ask. "How are you?"

Dean gave him a half shrug but didn't look up from the menu, "Fine. It's quiet. Being on the road makes it easier for the most part. Thea reminds me a lot of Oliver, stubborn and short tempered."

"Stubborn, short tempered, smart and way too brave for her own damn good," Sam added. "She's taking a huge risk and who the hell knows how it's going to affect her after."

"I know, but she had a choice, evil Dad or Oliver. It's pretty apparent where her loyalties are. Oliver's damn lucky she wasn't more pissed at him for lying to her all these years."

"Yeah, true." He knew he should eat, but suddenly nothing looked appetizing. He decided on a sandwich with some soup to play it safe and chose to stick with water. He didn't need anymore caffeine in his system. "This is all kinds of screwed up."

"Tell me about it," Dean sighed and put his menu down. "Nothing we can do though. We just need to get Oliver back where he belongs and hope that they all get their crap figured out."

They ordered, ate and left with minimal conversation, then drove the rest of the way to Dig's place and slept for the next several hours. Sam woke up to Dean standing over him and he tensed up until he saw the coffee cup in Dean's hand.

"Made coffee. You drive Dig's car back and I'll drive Baby." Dean stated then sat down in a chair across from him.

"Thanks."

"Sure thing."

Although Sam felt better with a few more hours of sleep in him, that queasy, fear induced feeling in the pit of his stomach wouldn't go away. He worried less when they were hunting the monsters they should be hunting. If Dean lost it while attacking a ghost or demon it wouldn't be so bad as there were usually not a lot of humans around. This whole job was nothing but people, even if they were assassins and Dean was looking too in control; which somehow made him more worried. The Mark should be acting up, but it seemed to not be bothering him at all. "I love how even the things that should make me feel better end up making me feel worse."