Chapter sixteen: not edited

[JEALOUS RORY WILL BE IN THIS EPISODE. I AM NOT READY FOR HIS HEART TO BE BROKEN. SORY NEEDS TO BE CANON SOON, BUT IT WILL BE. I PROMISE YOU GUYS. I JUST NEED CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. THIS CHAPTER WILL BE LONG. WHO'S READY?]

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Smoke.

Smoke filled his tiny lungs as he tried to gasp for breath. All around him people were screaming in terror, but to no avail, no one could get out of the area they where currently in. No one knew what was going on or why no one could leave the room. Something was going on they thought. Something far more sinister then the average criminal.

When the blonde rose his head after his coughing fit, his eyes widened in shock as bodies hit the wooden pavement. It was like a game of dominoes. All of sudden everyone was dead besides him. Well, that was until a silhouette of a man came out of nowhere. It's eyes were a blazing yellow, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Why?" He found himself asking.

"This is what you'll become."

"Why did you kill all those people?"

The man didn't say anything, but he took a step forward and pressed his fingers on top of his head. "Oh my little one, I didn't kill them. You did."

A silent scream left the back of his throat while fresh tears ran down his face as the man with the yellow eyes laughed at his reaction- him feeding off the terror. He knew this had to be a dream. Yes, a very bad dream. But why did it feel so real? That's what he found himself asking when he snapped out of it.

Rory jolted awake with a loud thud, a loud gasp of breath left his throat as he realized he was once more awake from that nightmare. Over the past few weeks he has been having the same dream over and over again. He couldn't understand why he kept having them. It felt so real, yet he knew it wasn't. How could it be?

"You're awake, nothing can hurt you, Rory." He found himself muttering to himself, rocking back and forth.

"Of course nothing can hurt you, I wouldn't let that happen." Sam slid into the seat next to him with a drink. When he saw the blonde not reacting to him, he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, making the boy jump in seat. "Woah! It's just me. Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "No, you aren't. You've been having nightmares again, haven't you?"

"How'd you know that?" Rory questioned him.

"Cause I acted the same way when I was having nightmares about Jessica." He explained, nervousness creeping up on him about the thought of his ex girlfriend. "The constant terror of feeling attacked, the urgent need to leave the room when waking up, I get it. I really do, Rory. So if you need someone to talk to, I'm all ears."

Rory didn't respond to Sam's reaction. He didn't want to seem weak nor did he want to be the person to always go to someone else for help. The boy was independent enough to make choices and help himself when he needed it. 

With a sigh, he looked up to see Dean walking over to them with a huge grin on his face. Probably because he got another girl's number at the bar. Another thing that made the blonde want to punch him in the face, but he refrained from doing so since he wanted to be on his good side of all things.

"So what are we today Dean? I mean, are we rock stars or are we army rangers?" Sam glanced up at his brother with a raised eyebrow.

"I hope we aren't rock stars because I have no talent... well, except in the bedroom." Rory winked at Sam, who started choking on his spit when he heard those words.

"Not cool man." Dean glared at the blonde, but then moved his eyes to his brother with a grin on his face. "Reality TV scouts, looking for people with special skills. I mean hey, it's not that far off right?"

"Yeah, sure." The blonde snorted.

"By the way, she's got a friend over there. Possibly hook you up. What do you think?"

Jealous crept onto him when he heard those words. But it soon died down when the next words left Sam's mouth. "Dean, no thanks, I can get my own dates."

"Yeah you can but you don't."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. What you got?"

Rory looked at the newspaper before flickering his eyes to Sam and Dean. "What I read was that Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their own home, a few days ago. Throats were slit. There were no prints, no murder weapons, all..."

He waited for their reaction but he saw Dean being distracted by some woman at the bar.

"Hey asshat-"

"Dean!"

Rory and Sam at the same time.

When his brother turned to look at him, he continued. "No prints, no murder weapons, all doors and window locked from the inside."

Drinking his beer, Dean spoke up. "Could just be a garden variety murder you know, not our department."

"No. Dad says different."

"Oh great, we're bringing up Papa Winchester again. Lovely."

"What do you mean?" Dean says, ignoring what the blonde had said beforehand.

Pointing at the map, Sam read out his thoughts. " Dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York. First one here in 1912, second one right here in 1945, and the third in 1970, the same M.O. as the Telescas. Their throats were slit, doors were locked from the inside. Now so much time had passed between murders that nobody checked the pattern, except Dad. He kept his eyes peeled for another one.

"That's horrible way to die. I mean, it's no being set on fire or being run over by a drunk driver, but still.. wow." Rory's eyes were widen in shock.

Dean was in disbelief. "Really, Rory? Out of all the things you could say, that's what on your mind?"

"What? I'm just speaking the truth."

"Well, sometimes the truth hurts." He commented.

"Touche."

"Anyways, we got one right? It's worth checking out. We can't pick this up til first thing though right?

"Yeah."

"Okay, cool."

And that's when Dean Winchester decided to walk off- heading back to the bar where the two ladies before were at. Rory and Sam couldn't help but shake their heads in amusement at his antics.

"He's going to be the death of me someday."

➼

Pink shades of lights filled the morning sky as Sam and Rory left the house that had the deceased couple in it. It was nice to roam around with the youngest Winchester without his brother around at the moment. Dean can be hectic sometimes, which sometimes puts Rory on edge. But could you really blame him?

Dean was just something else.

When they approached the car, Sam turned to the blonde. "Hey, watch this." And with that, the brunette slowly walked to the Impala. He leans in and honks the horn- causing Dean to wake up with a jump.

"That was brilliant." The blonde laughed.

Sam smiled.

Dean, who readjusted his glasses glared at them both. "You guys aren't funny at all."

"I don't know about Sam, but I am." Rory stopped talking, his eyes wide. "That rhymed.. ha."

"You're an idiot." Says Sam Winchester.

"I know, but I am your idiot." Rory realized what he had said and his eyes widened even more. "I mean, uh, y-you know-"

"Rory, chill." Sam placed a comforting hand on the blonde's shoulder while Dean gave them a knowing look. "I know what you mean." He swallowed hard before his eyes flickered to his brother. "I just swept the Telescas with EMF. It's clean, and last night, while you were well out-"

"Good times." Dean smirked.

"Ew. Gross man." Rory gave him a disgusted look.

"I checked the history of the house. Nothing strange about them."

Dean nodded. "Alright, so if it's not the people and if's not the house, then maybe it's the content━ cursed object or something."

"I still don't understand how you guys can remember all this stuff━ I barely remembered where my apartment was." The blonde frowned when Dean started to snicker. "Shut up, angry spice. It is hard to remember certain things."

"Sure it is, friend. Sure it is."

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

"Does my face clearly state that?" Rory made a motion to his face that had a glare printed on it.

Sam sighed. "Could you guys stop acting like children for once and be grown ups?"

"Fine. But he started it."

"Excuse-"

"Rory." Sam says firmly. "Stop it."

Rory let out a huff. "Okay so is the house clean?"

"The house is clean."

"Yeah, I know. You said that."

"No, I mean it's empty━ no furniture, nothing." Sam stated to them.

"Where's all their stuff?"

And that's how the three of them found themselves at an auction house. When they walked in, they immediately noticed how under dressed they truly were with their tight pants and shoes━ making the blonde swallow hard in embarrassment. They're really going to get kicked out of this place.

The blonde couldn't help but sigh when he saw what Dean was doing. He was greedily taking food off the plates, not caring that people were giving him dirty looks because of it. Sam, who was behind him, was about to say something when a man came up to them, asking if he could help them.

Dean looks him up and down and then puts more food in his mouth. "I'd like some champagne please."

"Oh my god." Rory wanted to face palm so badly.

Sam looks sharply at Dean. "He's not a waiter."

Dean cocks an eyebrow while Sam holds out his hand for the man to take. "I'm Sam Connors." When the man made no effort to shake his hand, he continued. "That's my brother Dean, and our close friend, Rory. We're art dealers, with Connors Limited."

The man looked at them in disbelief. "Y-You are art dealers."

"That's right."

"I'm Daniel Blake, this is my auction house." Daniel says, giving them a look. "Now gentlemen this is a private showing, and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list."

"We're there chuckles, you just need to take another look."

A waiter goes past with drinks on a tray━ making Dean swipe a glass. "Oh. Finally." He turns back to Daniel Blake, sniffing the glass, raises his eyebrows then turns and walks away.

Sam hastily follows, shooting Dean dirty looks while the blonde wanted to make an escape out of there.

"This is a nightmare." He muttered under his breath.

All three of them look around for a bit until they come across a very ugly painting of a family. It looked like something you'll see in a horror movie or more importantly a haunted house. No wonder this is in an auction house, but who would buy this painting? He surely wouldn't.

"I fine example of American Primitive wouldn't you say?" A voice said from above them.

They turned around and saw a sleek, classy, extremely good looking young woman in a black dress coming down a spiral staircase━ earning three different expressions; one curious, one bored, and one oogling Dean Winchester, who slapped Sam on the back when he turned from her.

"Well I'd say it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses." Sam glanced at Rory, who was glaring at the girl. He gave him a confused look before continuing. "But you knew that, you just wanted to see if I did."

The woman smiled. "Guilty. And clumsy. I apologize. I'm Sarah Blake."

"I'm Sam, and the blonde here is Rory." Sam introduced them, then looked over at his brother. "This is my brother, Dean."

Dean continues to stuff his face from passing trays."

The girl glanced at him in minor disgust. "Dean. Can we get you some more mini-quiche?"

Chewing, Dean shook his head. "I'm good, thanks."

Sarah started the conversation up with Sam. "So, can I help you with something?"

"Yeah, how about you leave him alo-" A hand slammed on top of Rory's mouth. Glaring at Sam, he shook his head in annoyance and muffled shouts.

"Yeah, actually. What can you tell us about the Telesca estate?" Sam says while removing his hand from his friend's mouth.

Sarah gave the blonde a look of confusion. "The whole thing's pretty grisly if you ask me, selling your things this soon. But Dad's right about one thing, sensationalism brings out the crowds. Even the rich ones."

"Is it possible to see the provenances?"

Daniel Blake came up from behind him. "I'm afraid there isn't any chance of that."

"Why not?"

"You're not on the guest list-"

"Busted."

"I think it's time to leave." He continued.

"Well we don't have to be told twice." Dean says in a posh voice.

"Apparently you do."

"Okay. It's all right. We don't want any trouble. We'll go." Sam held his hands up in defeat.

"Finally." The blonde let out a sigh, glaring at Sarah before walking off.

➼

"I can't believe you made Sam call her." Was the first thing the blonde had said when Sam Winchester left the room in a nice pair of suit and pants.

The blonde didn't know how to feel about that. He knew that Sam must have some tie away from him and Dean, but seeing him go off with some random girl that he didn't know made his stomach churn in different emotions. He hates feeling this way. He really did.

"He needs to take one for the team." says Dean, smirking at the thought of his baby brother with some girl.

"Well, I could've went!" Rory threw his hands up in the air.

Dean's face contorted into confusion. "I'm confused. Don't you prefer men?" He started to untie his shoes as he waited for an answer.

"I don't see how that matters." Rory raised an eyebrow, sighing. "I just don't like the idea of Sam going off on his own."

"He'll be fine." All Dean Winchester said with his nose wrinkling up. "Besides, he needs to go out and have some fun for once."

Rory looked down at the ground and muttered. "Yeah, but he's not with me."

A couple hours later, Sam had returned with an uncomfortable look on his face, making the blonde squint his face in confusion on what happened. He knew that Sam wasn't an open book, but if anyone could get through to him it's Dean. But unfortunately the eldest Winchester was to busy being annoying at this moment of time.

"So she just handed the providences over to you." Dean says while sharpening his blade on a whetstone.

"Dean, how many times are you going to ask that?" Rory glanced at him in annoyance.

"As many times as I want." He replied with a grin.

"Anyways, it's provenances, Dean." Sam countered on what his brother had said.

"How'd you get them?"

"We went back to her place, I got a copy of the papers."

"And?"

Rory didn't feel like listening to the conversation anymore, jealousy was overtaking his mind. He didn't know why he felt this way. It's not like Sam felt anything for him. After all, he'll remain only his friend. That's it. Which stinks, but it's life. What's the blonde supposed to do? Complain about it?

He wasn't a complainer. Not since he lost everything in his life. He learned how to deal with it. Some say he's crazy for not complaining just a bit. He didn't want to as well. Even though his life right now isn't ideal, at least he had Sam, and sometimes Dean. If the older Winchester didn't annoy him all the time.

"Rory, are you even listening?" Dean's voice broke the blonde out of his deep thoughts. The eldest Winchester was standing in front of the blonde, snapping his fingers in his face.

"Boy, if you don't get your crusty ass fingers out of my face we're going to have problems." The blonde deadpanned, causing Sam to snort out with a laugh.

"What do you mean crusty ass fingers? I wash my hands, thank you very much." Dean sounded offended at what he had said, which made Rory roll his eyes.

"You and I both know that we don't know were they've been, so I would like them to stay ten feet away from me. Thanks."

Sam got off the bed, catching the blonde's attention.

"Where are you going, Bambi?"

He flushed all over. "Dean and I are going back to the auction house to search the place for the painting."

"To burn it right?" He questioned.

"Probably. Wanna go with?"

Rory shook his head. "Nah. I think I'll stay here and catch some shut eye."

"Your lost." Dean says, grabbing his jacket and walking out of the door.

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Sam asked him.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." He smiled, hoping the brunette will understand that'll he will be fine.

Sam nodded, giving him look last look before walking out of the motel room and shutting the door behind him. Leaving the blonde to his own thoughts, Rory laid back on the bed and closed his eyes, drifting off to a nice slumber.

➼

Rory Moore was so tired that he didn't even hear the commotion from last night nor did he hear them leave this morning to go back to the auction house. He also didn't hear them come back in when they went to a place to find out more about the painting. He must been so tired from the lack of sleep prior to the nights before. But who could blame him? All these nightmares he's been cursed with doesn't help either.

"I'm telling you man, I'm sure of it. The painting at the auction house, Dad is looking down." Sam stated, pointing at the news article they had printed out. "Painting here, Dad's looking out. The painting has changed, Dean"

"Didn't your burn it?" Both Sam and Dean jumped when they heard the blonde speak up from where he was laying.

"We did. But the damn thing came back for some reason." Dean answered him.

"Maybe it's cursed? I mean, maybe burning the thing isn't going to help." Rory suggested.

"Thanks, Captain Obvious." Dean rolled his eyes in annoyance. "We already thought of that."

"I'm just trying to help." The blonde narrowed his eyes. "No need to be rude."

"I'm not being rude, I just don't like when people point out things we already know."

"Well, I was asleep. How was I supposed to know what to say?"

Rory was getting heated. How dare Dean be so judgy and rude. It's not like he could help falling asleep on the job. He was tired. More tired than usual since the nightmares he has been having keep him up most nights. If Dean somehow brings up his nightmares, he'll lose it.

"Go to bed at a reasonable time then. Maybe you won't have this issue." Dean commented rudely, narrowing his eyes at the blonde.

"Dean.." Sam's voice trailed off into a warning.

"I try, Dean-o. But from all the noises you make it's hard not too."

"Oh, and your constant whimpering in the night isn't bad." He pointed out sarcastically.

'Oh hell no,' Rory thought to himself.

"You know what, I'm done." He says as he got off the bed. "I'm not going to stay around if Dean is going to be a jerk."

Dean rolled his eyes at that statement.

So with that being said, Rory grabbed his things and walked out of the room with Sam following behind. He didn't understand why Dean hated him so much. It's not like he's did anything wrong in the first place. All he did was fall asleep while thing one and thing two were out doing who knows what.

"Rory, wait. Don't leave!"

Rory turned around to look at the boy with sad eyes.. "I'm sorry, Sam. But I can't be around him right now."

"Come back inside. We can make this work." Sam pleaded with him.

"I can make it work, but apparently he can't." The blonde pointed out to Sam.

"I can talk to him-"

"I said no." Rory snapped, cutting off Sam from finishing what he was saying. "Now, look. I'm only going to be gone for a few days until we both cool off. I really need time for myself, Sam."

Sam looked hopeful. "Do you promise? Do you promise that you'll come back?"

"I promise." The blonde smiled.

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