Together we are strong

Hello Sammy

Hello and welcome to my second chapter of "Together we are strong". I now know in which direction everything should go and work on the 3rd chapter. I hope you have fun with Chapter 2.

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"I'm fine ... I need your help." The elder one said calmly. "You know what time it is ? I hope it's important.." Sam asked him, only this time he sounded clearly annoyed. "I'll tell you later, but you have to come to the Forrest Hotel in South Dakota. Cas and I are waiting for you so it's urgent, hurry up, "Dean said and hung up without another word. Great. Now he was upset, annoyed and above all tired as hell. Sleeping was no longer an option. Before he even could say one more word, Cas said that he would be back in a few hours and was gone with a flutter of wings.

"And what now?", Dean mumbled and shortly thereafter an idea came to his mind...the reason why he was here. The case. He grabbed his laptop (an older model, it wasn't as good as Sam's but it did it's job). He first searched for information about the victims, such as relatives, friends and the exact cause of death. The victims were Jennifer Martens, 26, and Phillip Hudson, 28 years old. He would check on their corpses the next day at the morgue, of course after he'd settled on Sam. Some time later he found the addresses of the parents. He'd have to talk with them as well but he would take his time. Dean set the laptop to the side, sat back down on the couch, and turned on the TV again. After good twenty minutes, the sitting became laying again and the tiredness overcame him after he finally relaxed. The next "nap" followed shortly after.

About two hours after Dean fell asleep, there was a knock on the door. "Dean ? Open up man. It's me." Dean hasn't noticed him and kept sleeping peacefully. Sam banged on the door a few more times before he woke up. He yawned and slowly got up, lazily passing a hand over his face and opening the door. "Isn't there anything you can do except sleeping ?", Dean growled and went inside while Sam followed him. "Charming as always," Dean mumbled. Sam could only answer in annoyance, "What's so important that you call me at 3 am and ask me to drive here ?" He asked, looking at his brother with a serious expression. "I'll explain it to you as soon as Cas is back. More importantly, why didn't you call me back? Dude I've probably called you a thousand times, "Dean asked angrily."Really..? You want to talk about that now ?..I suppose we have more important things to do when it was so urgent for me to come here, don't you think? ", Sam answered while Dean rolled his eyes. The mood was very tense, so Dean went to the kitchen to get some coffee.

The kitchen was pretty small which made it clearer. It was just a few wooden cabinets, a small worktop, a mini refrigerator, a stove and a rusty sink. There was no such thing as an oven, but a microwave, which stood next to the coffee machine on the work surface. Dean filled in enough coffee powder and water for two cups. He asked if his brother wanted one as well without taking his eyes off the old coffee maker, he only answered with a confirming "Mmh." After only a few minutes, the hot drink was ready and was filled into two cups that Dean had previously taken from one of the cabinets. He handed Sam one of the cups and took a sip of his. After he had finished half the cup, he set it down on the coffee table.

"I'll call Cas and ask where he is," the green-eyed male said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and quickly looked for him in his contact list. After finding it, Dean called him. After the fourth ring, Cas answered. The hunter just told him that Sam had arrived, the only thing he got back in reply was that he would be with them soon. Cas hung up and Dean went back to the "living room" where his brother was, sitting down on the leather armchair which stood next to the couch.

"And what's taking you to South Dakota ?" Sam demanded. Dean met his eyes before answering. "A case ... two corpses. Jennifer Martens, 26, and Phillip Hudson, 28 years old. The corpses were mutilated, but only after their death. I wanted to drive over to the morgue and their families afterwards, " he told him. "Interesting....We could go together if you're okay with that," the taller one suggested, "Fine with me. I'm just leaving Cas a message," Dean confirmed to his brother. The two grabbed their jackets and went outside. Both got into the Impala and Dean drove off.

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So that's it again. I hope you liked it, even if nothing interesting happened yet. As I said, I would continue to look forward to reviews. Have a great day y'all :)