Supernatural - S1 and S2
"Hey this is Meredith. I can't come to the phone right now. If you need help, you can call Dean at 765-555-0127. He's one of the best."
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Meredith got out of the purring Impala, stretching her arms up above her head towards the clear blue sky. Her eyes were still a bit puffy from the night before, but talking to Dean about what had been going on felt helpful. The Impala was turned off, and on the other side exited Dean. They had just returned to the motel after picking up breakfast from a nearby drive thru McDonald's, a request made by Meredith, and Dean had no choice but to give in.
The sibling duo had woken up rather early, no thanks to Sam knocking on the door to remind them of the case. He got out of the backseat and squinted in the morning sun.
"We've got a lot to do, boys." Meredith said to her brothers, following them to their motel room. Sam had the key, so he was the one to unlock it. "We're back to square one."
Dean turned his head, since in his peripheral he saw the kid from the night before, the son of the motel owner. The boy was slumped on a bench, his eyes, though open, appeared to be closed since he looked down at the ground. "Hang on." He told the twins.
It wasn't a far walk from the set of rooms the Winchesters were set up with to the back of the office building. Meredith followed closely behind Dean, hugging her torso. Sam trailed behind with the food.
Dean squatted down next to the bench. "Hey what's wrong?"
The boy looked at Dean with reddened eyes. "My brother's sick." He said. His expression was grim.
"The little guy?"
The boy nodded in response. "Pneumonia. He's in the hospital. It's my fault." He turned his attention back to the grey pavement.
Meredith frowned, saddened by the news and saddened by what the boy had said. "What do you mean?"
A sniffle sounded from the boy as he took a quick breath in. He looked up at her. "I shoulda made sure the window was latched. He wouldn't've got pneumonia if the window was latched."
For a brief moment, Dean looked to the twins, sharing a look with them. While Meredith wanted to console the child, she saw that Dean wanted to connect with him, to help him. So she kept quiet. "Listen to me." Dean said. "I can promise you that this is not your fault. Okay?"
"It's my job to look after him."
Looking up from the kid, Meredith noticed his mother rushing out of the motel office, carrying with her blankets, a pillow, and a stuffed animal. She took a quick glance at them. "Michael," she said, opening her car door and beginning to place her items in the passenger seat. "I want you to turn on the no vacancy sign while I'm gone. I've got Denise covering room service so don't bother with any of the rooms."
Michael, the kid, stood from where he sat and walked up to his mom. "I'm going with you."
"Not now, Michael." The mom said, looking at her kid.
