Title: Out of His Control
Author: Chosenfire
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to Kripke and Whedon and I am not making a profit off this.
Prompt: Week 5 Road Trip
Word Count: 1140
Characters: Dean, Sam, Spike, Angel, Connor
Spoilers: SPN season 2, Ats season 5 NFA
Summary: This is a sequel to Nice to Meet You, Sam starts asking questions when Dean takes a detour to L.A Knowing that for them things are truly the end Spike asks Dean to do him and Angel a favor.

A/N: There seemed to be some interest in a follow up to this verse so at 3 in the morning when I found myself still awake this came to mind.




Sam rubbed his eyes wiping the sleep away and he blinked quickly as he sat up in the seat noting that is was dark outside. He watched the city pass him by and turned to Dean confused “Dude where are we?” this didn’t look at Arizona.

Dean spared him a quick glance a slight smile slipping unto his lips “Well sleeping beauty joins the land of the living.” Sam knew his brother well enough to know that Dean was trying to avoid the subject.

“Dean,” Sam drew out slowly beginning to recognize the town “why are we in L.A?”

Dean’s jaw tensed and his grip on the wheel tightened, all signs that he was shutting down “Doing a friend a favor.” Dean replied curtly clearly not wanting to discuss it any further.

“What does Spike want?” Sam demanded and Dean rolled his eyes and sharply pulled the car into a parking position on the curb turning to Sam “Listen I am only going tell you this once, something's going down tonight, some big final battle and the bloodsuckers want us to do them a favor, they figure they’re not going to make it so they want us to finish up some business for them.”

Dean had wanted to help, if there was a big battle he had wanted to be a part of it but on that front Spike was firm. It wasn’t their fight, the Winchester’s were already fighting a war, this one they couldn’t be a part of.

So Dean had finally agreed knowing it meant something to them if he did something so small.

“So what do they want us to do?” Sam asked slightly stunned not knowing how to reach out to his brother. Here Dean was running errands for a friend who was dying. Sometimes his brother amazed him, when he was being selfless.

Dean started up the car pulling away from the curb “Spike wants me to deliver a letter to some chick named Buffy in Cleveland,” Dean patted the white envelope that he had picked up at a bar as Sam slept “and Angel wants us to take his son with us, apparently the kid is in danger and he wants him to be protected.”

Sam shook his head “Dean we can’t...”

“Yes we can.” dean bit out firmly pulling up to the small shop Angel had told him Connor would be waiting. “I’ll be right back.” Dean told Sam getting out of the car leaving the engine running. It wouldn’t take long.

A bell chimed overhead as he stepped into the store and his eyes immediately landed on the teenager leaning against one of the tables a duffle bag at his feet. The kids eyes flew up from where they had been studying the carpet and meet Dean’s. At the kids questioning look Dean nodded and Connor scoped up his bag and slowly made his way over to the older Hunter.

“Are you Dean Winchester?” the kid was cautious and Dean couldn’t blame him. Apparently him and Sammy had a lot in common, normal life, college, then something comes in screws it up. But from what Dean had been told Connor had been the one to embrace his old life and by doing so had made himself a target.

“Yeah, have you had a bite to eat cause its a long drive?” Dean questioned as they sized each other up predator to predator.

Connor shook his head and Dean caught a flash of emptiness in his eyes, one he knew sometimes broke through his own face. The kid had just lost his father and given up his happy go lucky lifestyle all in one night.

“Lets head out then, you can catch some sleep in the car.”

Connor nodded and followed Dean out of the shop and climbed into the backseat of the Impala shoving his bag at his feet. He shared a terse greeting with Sam then turned to stare out the window.

Dean slipped behind the wheel and was relieved when Sam didn’t start asking questions. The car rumbled soothingly and inside the silence was thick. It was a long drive to Cleveland and Dean popped in the first cassette tape that made contact with his hand letting the hard rock wash over him and drown out the silence.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“I’ll be right back.” Dean told Sam and Connor as he threw his bag on one of the beds, Sam had already agreed to take the floor for the night despite Connor’s protests. Dean had explained to him that when opportunities like that presented themselves take it, if Sammy wanted to do good deeds let him and have a nice rest.

“Be careful.” Sam advised.

Dean nodded and handed him a bag of guns “While I’m gone show Connor how to shoot, I’ll leave the car.” Connor could wield blades and was a pro at a crossbow but when it came to the more modern day weapons he needed a little training, so he would be trained as a Winchester.

Dean gave Connor a quick nod and left the motel room walking to the headquarters of a place called the Council, he was going to slip the letter in the mailbox and get out of there. Get back to the hotel and find the next hunt, see how Connor could handle a ghost.

As he approached the place he saw a blond and a brunette rush in the house and he stopped remembering the reason why he was there in the first place.

He tried not to think about it much, it just reminded him that he had no control of how things would turn out. H had no control of Sam’s fate, of Connor’s, even of his own. He should have been dead but something kept stopping him and for a brief moment Dean had envied Spike the chance to escape.

Sometimes he just wanted to escape, but there were things that kept holding him down. Ties he could not cut and he figured he would stay around until all those ties were gone.