Hunters Match

Chapter Three

Urgh this place is a dump." Dean said as he threw his bag onto one of the two single beds in the room. The carpet was dark brown and worn in places. The walls once white were now nicotine yellow and the bed spreds were an ugly orange color.
"I thought we were gonna keep going to Carlsbad. Possibe Wendigo living in the Caverns." He turned to his Dad who was sitting at a small table near the window. Like the rest of the furniture in the room it was old and tired looking, although clean and recently polished.
John had his elbows resting on the table and his head in his hands. He sighed and looked up at his eldest son.
"I'm tired Dean" John rubbed his hands across his face."I've been driving for hours. I know it's not far but the last thing we need is for me to fall asleep at the wheel and crash in the middle of the damn desert." John didn't know exactly why he had stopped. It was only another hour or so to the Wendigo case. He was used to driving long distances and it was still quite early in the day but suddenly a wave of exhaustion had hit him. His eyes had felt like lead closing on there own accord. His head got fuzzy and he was almost ready to stop at the side of the road before he spotted the sign for the motel, bearly making it into the parking lot. He had started to feel better once the room was paid for, the greasy guy behind the counter had taken his fake ID and an extra 20 bucks in cash for allowing the 3 of them to use the double room. But he still felt pretty rough.
"Well you could have got some sleep in the back seat. I would have drove the Impala the rest of the way" Dean's eyes lit up at the thought of being able to drive the old Chevy.
John just glared at Dean at his suggestion of driving his car.
"I'm a good driver Dad and it would have saved us some money. The motel in Carlsbad has to be better than this."
"Quit your whining son. At least the place is clean. You don't hear Sammy complaining now do you"
Sam was sat on one of the beds. His brown hair was falling into his eyes badly in need of a cut.
"Here Dad why don't you lie down get some sleep we can get an early start in the morning. Dean and I will be OK we can grab something to eat from the vending machine." Sam said as he moved over to sit next to Dean's discarded bag on the other bed.
"Kiss ass" Dean muttered under his breath
"Don't you want to get us some snacks Dean" Sam used his head to gesture towards the window. When Dean looked out he could see Amy was still there, leaning back against the hood of her car. The vending machine was standing just behind her. "You know something Sammy I could eat" Dean patted his stomach and winked at his younger brother.
John stood from the table and made his way to the bed Sam had vacated for him and flopped down. His large frame filled the small bed and his long legs draped over the edge. The fact he had found his eldest son with a pretty girl not two minutes after rolling into town was not surprising to him. He knew this life wasn't good for brining up two boys but after losing Mary the need for revenge overpowered anything else. Dean still remember his Mom and John knew he still missed her but Sammy had never really known her. It was Sammy John worried about the most. Dean had taken to the hunter lifestyle quickly. He became Sam's protector and now at the age of just 20 he was showing signs of become an excellent hunter. Yes he was cocky and flirted with almost anyone in a skirt but when it came to the hunt he was disciplined, didn't ask questions just followed his Fathers orders. That's what was needed to stay alive out there and to keep the ones you love safe. It was a war against all things that go bump in the night and John needed disciplined soldiers.
Sam on the other hand would rather have his head in a book than go out for target practice with his brother. At 15 he had started his growth spurt and was no longer the small timid boy from just a few years ago. His body was growing quickly and Sam hadn't quite gotten the hang of it yet almost like a young colt taking his first steps.
He was fast and strong and could look after himself in a fight but John knew his heart wasn't in it. Dean took to the thrill of the hunt like a natural almost relishing in the violence but Sam, his heart was never really in it. Yes he liked helping people but John knew Sam still yearned for a normal life, family dinners around the table each night, settling down to finish his SATs at one school, going off to collage once old enough. But that would be a fight for another day. Right now John's head hurt and he needed sleep.
"Dean stay out of trouble for a couple of hours will you. Sammy why don't have a look through some of our lore books and see if you can come up with a way to kill a damn Wendigo. I'm gonna catch some zzs then I'll go out and get us dinner"
"I could get dinner Sir" Dean edged his way to where John had left his car keys on the table. He was just itching to get behind the wheel of the Impala.
"Son you even touch thoes keys and I'll string you up by your toes and let your brother use you as a punching bag"
Sam snickered as Dean huffed "wouldn't make no difference with them scrawny arms"
"Watch it Dean one day I'm gonna be even bigger than you then we'll see who's the scrawny one"
"The way your growing right now kiddo your gonna be bigger than most people. But don't worry I'm your big brother I'm always gonna be around to kick your ass"
John smiled and drifted off to sleep to the sound of his sons bickering.