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"One Toe Over the Line" chapter six
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Sam leaned his hands against the dashboard as he strained to see all that was going on. “Dean, what did you do?”

“Bar fight by the looks of it.”Duncan replied as five other men were escorted out of the bar and into the other two squad cars.

“Think the bar will press charges?”Sam asked watching in dismay as the police cars pulled onto the street.

“Probably considering how small that place is and the number of people involved. I’m sure there’s a considerable amount of damage.”

“Maybe I can talk to them, negotiate it down.”

Duncan placed a supportive hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “Sam, I know it’s hard but you can’t do anything for your brother right now. Nobody will be able to see him until morning at the earliest. While we eat I’ll call my friend Joe and see what he can find out about the charges, okay?”

Not seeing any other option Sam nodded reluctantly. “Okay.”


Dean leaned into the leather seat of the cruiser as best he could with his hands secured behind him. His head was pounding and his stomach was beginning to churn--never a good combination--as the police cruiser weaved it’s way through traffic. Dean closed his eyes and took deep breaths in an effort to delay the affects of his drinking.

There was a reason he only saved whiskey for the bad times.
It got him drunk the quickest.
The affects afterwards, however, usually left him reeling for a good twenty-four hours depending on how much he had.

Back then he usually had Sam to take care of him.
Supply him with coffee and bad doughnuts as they drove to the next job.

At the thought of his brother Dean swallowed hard fighting back the tears.
What was he going to do without Sam?


Sam half-heartedly ordered the diner’s special of meatloaf and mash potatoes as he sat across from MacLeod in one of the back booths.

Duncan placed his order and the waitress left.

Duncan looked his new student over. Sam looked like hell.

Dark circles under the eyes.
Pale skin.

Kid looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.
Not to mention when the last time was he’d had a decent meal.

“When was the last time you had a solid night’s sleep?”Duncan asked as he took a sip of water.

Sam nearly laughed at the question as he drew his gaze away from the window. How many times had Dean asked him that same thing?

“About six months ago when I was at Stanford.”Sam replied his response coming out more sarcastic than he had intended.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”Sam stated. “I fight things that go bump in the night, remember? Or I used to.”

Duncan frowned. “You didn’t sleep during the day?”

Sam shrugged deciding not to tell MacLeod just yet about his visions. “When I could. We were usually on the road during the day.”

The waitress returned with their drinks and salads.

As she left Duncan looked at Sam. “I understand that you’re focused on your brother right now, but there are also some things we need to discuss.”

“Are you going to call your friend?”

Duncan nodded. “I will before we leave. You must have a million questions.”

The new direction of conversation forced Sam to think about his new life and not Dean. Something he didn’t want to think about right now.

Immortality didn’t seem fair if he couldn’t spend it with his brother.

But MacLeod was right there were things he needed to know.

“How old are you?”Sam asked as he picked up his fork his body finally registering the rumbling in his stomach.

“422.”Duncan replied simply, waiting for Sam’s reaction.

Sam had to swallow the lettuce quickly to keep from choking. His eyes watered and he quickly reached for the glass of cola the waitress had brought earlier.

After downing half of it Sam looked at MacLeod. “Four hundred twenty-two? How were you…..killed?”

“In battle.”

“In Scotland?”Sam asked struggling to remember his history.

Duncan nodded. “Yes, not far from my home. When I awoke I had no idea that people thought I was dead. My father never accepted my return. I was banned from my home.”

Sam set his fork aside.

Seeing the expression on Sam’s face Duncan added. “I’m not saying that your brother wouldn’t accept you. But that’s why there are rules. To protect the ones we love from our enemies.”


“You get a phone call.”The officer that had arrested Dean stated as they paused at a desk in the squad room.

Dean glanced at the phone on the desk and shrugged. “Don’t need it.”

“Alright.”The cop replied as he shoved Dean forward. “Let’s go see your new accommodations.”

Dean allowed the cop to lead him down the hall toward the jail cells.

He had no energy left to do anything except keep one foot in front of the other.

When the cop had offered Dean the phone call he had for a split second thought of calling his father.

But Dean had nixed that idea quickly.
It will be hard enough to see the disappointment in his father’s face when Dean has to tell him how Sam died.

To see the disappointment from the other side of a jail cell door, Dean couldn’t handle right now.

The cop stopped at a cell in the middle of a group of three. The other two cells on either side were empty. Dean assumed the others involved in the fight were still being processed.

The officer unlocked the door and opened it. Dean stumbled slightly as the officer shoved him roughly inside and slammed the door shut.


“Thanks Joe.”Duncan replied as he ended the conversation and closed the cell phone. “Well, your brother’s day isn’t getting any better.”

“What?”Sam demanded he hadn’t been able to pick up any clues from MacLeod’s end of the conversation.

“There wasn’t any damage to the bar from the fight so they’re not pressing charges.”

“But?”Sam prompted not liking at all the fact that Duncan was dragging this out.

“He assaulted a police officer.”

Sam winced. “How badly was the officer hurt?”

Duncan shook his head. “Bruised jaw and an equally bruised ego.”

Sam sighed. “So he’s not letting this go quietly.”

“No, but things tend to work themselves out.”Duncan replied trying to be reassuring.

Sam pushed his half eaten plate of food aside. “I want to go by the jail in the morning.”


“I’ll disguise myself or something.”Sam protested being tired already of being constantly reminded of what he can’t do. “I just want to see how he is for myself.”

“I’m sorry, Sam. It’s just not an option.”

“Alright, you go. They don’t know you.”Sam replied.


“Either you go or I will.”Sam stated refusing to back down on this point. MacLeod had given him twenty-four hours to help Dean and that time limit was rapidly disappearing.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning.”Duncan replied as he stood and fished some money out of his jacket pocket and tossed it on the table.

“Duncan.”Sam protested.

“Best you’re going to get right now.”MacLeod replied still feeling the affects from the Quickening. He needed more rest than he had gotten earlier.


“Let’s go, Sam.”Duncan ordered as he turned and walked away from the table.

Sam sighed as he stood. Grabbing his coat he quickly followed Macleod out of the diner.

Chapter seven