Blind Boys Don't Lie

The Hunters

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Dean, Maxx and the Frogs went back to his hotel room, where Dean quickly kicked some junk out of the way of the door, a half-hearted way of 'cleaning up' for the guests.

"Alright, get in here, we've got work to do."

The boys came in and Dean pulled a duffel bag out from under his bed and took a seat on the very corner of the table. From the bag, he withdrew a few flannel shirts, which he discarded on Sam's bed, three different guns, which he put on the table behind him, and a large jar of salt and four wooden stakes. He handed the stakes to the Frogs and pulled out an empty container.

"Murder Capital of the world, you say? Well prove it. You want to be part of this operation, fill this up with dead man's blood," Dean shoved the empty container into Edgar's hands.

"As for you," he turned to Maxx, "fix the salt line around the door where we came in. Make sure there are no breaks in it."

If Maxx was confused by Dean's instructions, he didn't show it.

Dean pulled out a relatively large pocket knife and began sharpening one of the stakes. Edgar had not left to get the dead man's blood yet, and was standing over Dean quizzically.

"You got a problem, Feldman?" He said with a partial scowl.

"Feldman?" Edgar asked in confusion.

"Forget it," Dean dismissed, "what are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?"

"No," Edgar answered, shifting from foot to foot in a lazy way, "It's just not what Alan and I would have done."

Dean slammed the wooden stake onto the table. Hard.

"Well tell me, princess, how would you and your brother handle the vamps' nest? What am I doing that's so wrong?"

Alan was not shaken by the outburst, but Edgar took a step back, eyeing Dean's knife a little.

"Well I'd start by raiding a church for its holy water and filling up squirt guns with it, so we can blast the bloodsuckers if they come at us. Then we'd get a whole bunch of garlic and crush it all up and--"

Dean decided to cut him off instead of listening to the ameture ramble on when his brother was missing.

"Go to the nearest freaking cemetery and fill up that jar, I don't have time to listen to this." Dean growled.

"If you don't want our help, just tell us!" Alan shouted, dropping his stakes on the ground in protest." Maxx had long since shrunken into the corner away from the confrontation and shouting.

Dean stood up from the table and stormed over to Alan. He grabbed the front of his gray shirt and lifted him up until he was balancing on his toes.

"Listen here, and listen good. I don't need you. I don't want your help. What I want is my brother back. I don't really give a flying crap if I work alone or with anyone. If you want to drop out now because I'm doing something wrong, fine by me, but don't get in my way."

By the time Dean finished, he and Alan were nose to nose, and that cocky air the Frogs had taken on had fizzled out. Dean looked angry, but at the same time, tears were pooling in his eyes. He put Alan down, but didn't let him retreat.

"Tell me, Alan. What wouldn't you do for your brother?"

Silence filled the room. Dean sat back down at the table and started sharpening the stakes again. Edgar finally shuffled forward to Dean, head down.

"How much blood would you need?" He asked sheepishly.

Dean looked up at him, glancing between him, Alan, and Maxx in the corner.

"Fill up that container, then I'll decide. And pick up some garlic on the way back if you can," Dean finally said. "Digging up graves can be hard, just make sure you don't get caught. Alan should probably go with you."

The Frogs nodded at each other and left the room, carefully stepping over the line of salt.

Maxx came over and sat down on the table next to Dean, picking up a knife and starting to sharpen one of the stakes. He looked nervous.

"Hey Maxxie," Dean sighed, not looking up at the redhead on the table. "Sorry you had to see that."

"No, don't apologize, I know what you mean. I lost a sibling too. My sister, she was killed by the same vampires who took your brother. I'd do anything to get her back."

"Hey, sorry to hear that, man," Dean said solemnly.

"Thanks...," Maxx muttered, picking up the long knife from the table. There was a moment of silence.
"Let's go get your brother back, Dean."