Never Leave Your Side

Part Two

(PART TWO OF TWO)

The sound of cheerful whistling, a Bad Company tune, woke Sam. He groaned tiredly as he sat up stiffly. A freshly showered Dean was coming out of the small bathroom, his mood perfect due to a good nights rest. The same couldn't be said for Sam. He felt as though he might as well not even have gone to bed at all. He certainly wasn't up for his brother's renditions of classic rock.

"Dean..." he said in an annoyed tone.

"C'mon Sammy!" Dean said exuberantly as he approached his sleepy brother and slapped him on the back, "Get up already, it's breakfast time!"

Breakfast was the usual charade; Dean wolfed down a hearty plate of cardiac arrest provoking greasy food, while Sam went for a more conservative choice of buttered toast and an orange juice.

"So what next?" Dean asked with his mouth full.

"Well we still need to find out more about the first victim, Amanda King. She worked part-time at the prison in the medical bay."

Dean looked slightly bemused, "In a medical bay? Wasn't that Max kid studying to be a doctor? Could that be another connection?"

"I don't know. I havn't been able to find out anything else. It does seem more then just a strange coincidence though." Sam sighed, "Look Dean, one things been troubling me. So far, each victim witnessed another one of the victims die right before them in one way or another. Chloe Reeves saw her mother die, I'm wondering if that means that she could be in danger. What if this thing goes after her too?"

"Well, I got to admit, it seems to have been the pattern. I guess this will be confirmed if we can find out exactly what happened to Amanda King. If for some reason Max Fraser saw her die..."

"I think one of us should go and see Chloe again, keep an eye out for her, just in case." Sam said with concern.

"Thats a good idea, except for one thing Sam. We still don't know what we are up against, so if it does show up to make Chloe do herself in, what can we do about it. How do we destroy it?"

"Well," said Sam after taking a quick sip of his juice, "whatever this thing is, from the way that Chloe described it before, it sounds like some kind of spirit, so I guess rock salt would help hold it off. But even better, we need to find out who it was..."

"Do some grave digging, salt the bones and torch the sucker." said Dean finishing off Sam's sentence.

"Yeah. That's about the size of it."

"Look," said Dean as he finished off the last fork-full of his breakfast hastily, "Why don't you go check out what happened to this Amanda, and I'll stick close to Chloe at the hospital, your better at all that background stuff anyway, while I'm always the better...action man." he beamed confidently.

Sam glowered, before his expression turned serious again. "Okay, but you have to be careful Dean."

"Sammy, have faith in your old bro. Nothing can happen so long as Chloe is alright, and I'm sure as hell gonna make sure that she stays safe, okay?"

"Yeah. Okay."

Dean allowed Sam to drive the Impala, and drop him off at the tricky part about leaving Dean there had been that they'd had to find the smallest of the shot guns that they had, capable of firing rock salt rounds, so that Dean could easily smuggle it into the hospital just in case he would end up needing it. Luckily, they had found the perfect sawn-off in the trunk which Dean had to shove under his jacket to conceal. And for extra peace of mind, Dean packed his .45 too, although of course, that was no good against most of the things that they came up against.